PRIMITIVE tribes in centuries past sometimes traded highly valuable possessions for mere trinkets. Europeans bought lustrous mink and beaver furs from the Indians for the price of glass beads and Africans sold men, women and children for barrels of rum. Something analogous was going on the other day when 'Pope' Francis invited Buddhist monks to pray over him at the Vatican. Here, the Emperor of the New World Religion traded, as he so often has, the unspeakable grandeur of Catholicism -- which he flatly rejects -- for mere trinkets. When I compare Buddhist prayers to shards of glass and barrels of intoxicating liquors imported from foreign lands, I don't deny that Buddhism contains beauty and truth. The Buddhist understanding of detachment from earthly things and the primacy of the spiritual are glimpses of the divine. It is not surprising that seekers in the wilderness of the modern world are attracted to them. But as a whole -- and theology, like water, must be drunk in its entirety --- Buddhist philosophy is falsehood, deception and perdition. Buddhism is mutilated Catholicism, a weak and ultimately unsatisfying imposter. Buddhist monks are at best well-meaning imitators of the asceticism of St. Benedict and St Francis. I once had a friend who was a Darwinist, dogmatically and fervently so. Later in life, he apparently grasped the spiritual void in his supposedly scientific beliefs, but he didn't abandon Darwinism and its superstitions. He added Buddhism…

Luke 1. 41: "When Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost." Take not your eyes from the light of this star if you would not be overwhelmed by the waves; if the storms of temptation arise, if you are thrown upon the rocks of affliction, look to the star, invoke Mary. Are you confounded at the enormity of your sins, are you ashamed at the defilement of your conscience, are you terrified on account of the dreadful judgment, so that you begin to be overpowered by sadness, or even to sink into the abyss of despair, then turn your thoughts to Mary. In dangers, in distress, in doubt, call on Mary. She will not be far from your mouth, or your heart; and that you may obtain her intercession omit not to imitate her conduct. When you follow her, you will not go astray; when you invoke her, you will no longer be in doubt; when she supports you, you will not fall; when she leads you, you will surely come to eternal life, and will find by your own experience that she is justly called Maria-that is, Star of the Sea."     ---- St. Bernard  (From "Feast of the Visitation" at Catholic Harbor of Faith and Morals)  

J.W. FOWLER in Coahoma County, Mississippi recorded the following instructions to overseers on his cotton plantation, where he employed about 80 slaves in the mid-19th century (Annals of America, Encyclopedia Britannica, Vol. 8; pp. 478-479): The health, happiness, good discipline and obedience; good, sufficient, and comfortable clothing; a sufficiency of food being indispensably necessary to successful planting, as well as reasonable dividends for the amount of capital invested, without saying anything about the master's duty to his dependents, to himself and his God, I do hereby establish the following rules and regulations for the management of my plantation: Punishment must never be cruel or abusive, for it is absolutely mean and unmanly to whip a Negro from mere passion or malice, and any man who can do this is entirely unworthy and unfit to have control of either man or beast. My Negroes are permitted to come to me with their complaints and grievances, and in no instance shall they be punished for so doing. On examination, should I find they have been cruelly treated, it shall be considered a good and sufficient cause for the immediate discharge of the overseer. Prove and show by your conduct toward the Negroes that you feel a kind and considerate regard for them. Never cruelly punish or overwork them, never require them to do what they cannot reasonably accomplish or otherwise abuse them, but seek to render their situation as comfortable as possible. See…

The Angry Man
— by Phyllis McGinley

The other day I chanced to meet
An angry man upon the street —
A man of wrath, a man of war,
A man who truculently bore
Over his shoulder, like a lance,
A banner labeled “Tolerance.”

And when I asked him why he strode
Thus scowling down the human road,
Scowling, he answered, “I am he
Who champions total liberty —
Intolerance being, ma’am, a state
No tolerant man can tolerate.

“When I meet rogues,” he cried, “who choose
To cherish oppositional views,
Lady, like this, and in this manner,
I lay about me with my banner
Till they cry mercy, ma’am.” His blows
Rained proudly on prospective foes.

Fearful, I turned and left him there
Still muttering, as he thrashed the air,
“Let the Intolerant beware!”

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"THE slave trade, although it has been somewhat diminished, is still carried on by numerous Christians. Therefore, desiring to remove such a great shame from all Christian peoples . . . and walking in the footsteps of Our Predecessors, We, by apostolic authority, warn and strongly exhort in the Lord faithful Christians of every condition that no one in the future dare to bother unjustly, despoil of their possessions, or reduce to slavery (in servitutem redigere) Indians, Blacks or other such peoples. Nor are they to lend aid and favor to those who give themselves up to these practices, or exercise that inhuman traffic by which the Blacks, as if they were not humans but rather mere animals, having been brought into slavery in no matter what way, are, without any distinction and contrary to the rights of justice and humanity, bought, sold and sometimes given over to the hardest labor." --- In Supremo Apostolatus, Apostolic Letter of Pope Gregory XVI, promulgated on December 3, 1839  

Love's Lantern Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) (for Aline) Because the road was steep and long And through a dark and lonely land, God set upon my lips a song And put a lantern in my hand. Through miles on weary miles of night That stretch relentless in my way My lantern burns serene and white, An unexhausted cup of day. O golden lights and lights like wine, How dim your boasted splendors are. Behold this little lamp of mind: It is more starlike than a star!  

“AT THE period of Jesus’ coming upon this earth, man had forgotten how to love, for he had forgotten what true beauty was. His heart of flesh seemed to him as a sort of excuse for his false love of false goods: his heart was but an outlet, whereby his soul could stray from heavenly things to the husks of earth, there to waste his power and his substance. To this material world, which the soul of man was intended to make subserve its Maker’s glory,— to this world, which, by a sad perversion, kept man’s soul a slave to his senses and passions, —the Holy Ghost sent a marvelous power, which, like a resistless lever, would replace the world in its right position:—it was the sacred Heart of Jesus; a Heart of flesh, like that of other human beings, from whose created throbbings there would ascend to the eternal Father an expression of love, which would be an homage infinitely pleasing to the infinite Majesty, because there was in that love of that human Heart the dignity of its union with the Word. It is a harp of sweetest melody, that is ever vibrating under the touch of the Spirit of Love; it gathers up into its own music the music of all creation, whose imperfections it corrects, and supplies its deficiencies, and tunes all discordant voices into unity, and so offers to the glorious Trinity a hymn of perfect praise. The Trinity finds its delight in this Heart. It is the one only organum, as St. Gertrude calls it (Legatus divinæ pietatis; lib. ii. c. 23; lib. iii. c. 25.), the one only instrument which finds acceptance with the Most High. Through it must pass all the inflamed praises of the burning Seraphim, just as must do the humble homage paid to its God by inanimate creation. By it alone are to come upon this world the favors of heaven. It is the mystic ladder between man and God, the channel of all graces, the way whereby man ascends to God and God descends to man.”

— Dom Prosper Guéranger, “The Feast of the Sacred Heart,” The Liturgical Year (more…)

GOD’S enemies say that He is harshly judgmental. He is mean and wrathful. He sends souls to hell for minor offenses. He condemns perfectly nice people. It’s always His way. 

The truth is, compared to human beings, God is indulgent and merciful, at times more servant than master.

God could destroy those who oppose Him whenever He pleased.

But when the sun shines, it shines just the same on those who love Him as those who hate Him.

He gives His enemies health and riches. He gives them friends and family. He gives them the joy of offspring and the companionship of animals. He gives the stars, the moon, lakes that sparkle on a summer day and fields brimming with food. He gives the capacity for fun and the means to find it. He gives life itself.

Human beings often judge harshly and punish unjustly. They do not indulge their enemies.

“Strange to say! intimately as we know our own wretchedness, and appalled as we often are by the vision of our own sins, our sense of security in the hands of God rises in great measure from the fact that He knows us better than any one else can know us,”wrote Fr. Frederick Faber in his book The Creator And The Creature; Or The Wonders Of Divine Love.

“When we often appear careless and unkind, some secret sorrow is oppressing us, or anxiety disturbing us, or responsibility harassing us. Now God sees all this rightly, and man cannot. God does not judge us by any of these things; man must. Hence it is, a strange conclusion for sinners to come to that God loves us better than men do, because He knows us better.”

Even sickness and poverty God gives only as a potential path to higher gifts. Death is not an end, but a beginning.

Rejoice, you will be judged in the end by God and not human beings. He honors even those He sends to Hell. He accepts what they have willed and He is never wrong. (more…)

FROM Timothy Fitzpatrick’s article, “EMJ’s Molotov cocktail of Islamic magi and Soviet indifferentism“:

In the paranoid mind of every Communist like [E. Michael] Jones, capitalism and colonialism seem to be lurking everywhere, hiding behind everything.

It is no secret that Jones loves Islam. He once shouted the Islamic war cry “Allahu Akbar” publicly, during a recent interview with fellow West-hating socialist Muslim Kevin Barrett. He seems to believe, like Russian Orthodox Patriarch (a known KGB operative) Kirill stated, Moslems and Christians worship the same God. It’s not surprising, then, that he uses the hijab as a symbol of what’s good and holy and the West as symbol of everything evil.

…  Jones’ entire pro-Soviet narrative would implode if his audience ever discovered the truth that the collapse of Communism in 1991 was merely staged theatrics to put the non-Communist world to sleep while the Soviet agenda advanced covertly to a new and invincible phase. What’s worse, he has said that Communism was never really a threat. (more…)

FROM Gedaliah Braun’s book Racism, Guilt, Self-Hatred And Self Deceit: A Philosopher’s Look at the Dark Continent:

Many who agree with my views feel that I somehow ought to put them in a ‘nicer’ way.

The problem with trying to make these ideas more ‘palatable’ is precisely that you are giving in to the psychological warfare by which whites are being intimidated, bamboozled, browbeaten and blackmailed. Camouflaged ideas will still be deciphered – otherwise the whole exercise would be otiose. But the psychologically astute ‘angry’ black will immediately pick up on the fact that I felt the need to ‘cloak’ my ideas and will – instinctively – ask himself why is he doing this? Answer? Because this whitey thinks that what he’s saying is bad. And I know how to fix his ass! You racist mother, here I come!

Trying to somehow ‘sweeten’ the truth in order to ‘sneak it by’ the reader is playing into the enemy’s hands and ‘giving the game away’, because by doing so you are, by implication, granting the crucial premise – that any talk of racial superiority is bad (which is why it must be disguised), and that if I believe such things I should be ashamed of myself and hence that the black man has a moral claim against me and so has a right to be ‘angry’ – etc.

In short, anyone likely to be ‘outraged’ by a discussion of racial differences is much more likely to be so precisely if he thinks others expect him to be; and trying to disguise your intent will itself increase that expectation. In the absence of such expectations the response is likely to be very different. The psychology of the bully, after all, is to pick on someone who’s afraid; dissembling here signals to these psychological gangsters exactly that, thereby precipitating the very attack one is trying to avoid by such ‘sanitizing.’ (more…)

ON January 13, 1435, Pope Eugene IV issued the bull Sicut Duhum, which forbade the enslavement of Africans in the Canary Islands, then held by Portugal. The pope was the most significant moral voice against the burgeoning slave trade, well before it was introduced to the New World. "Sent to Bishop Ferdinand, located at Rubicon on the island of Lanzarote, this bull condemned the enslavement of the black natives of the newly colonized Canary Islands off the coast of Africa. The Pope states that after being converted to the faith or promised baptism, many of the inhabitants were taken from their home and enslaved: "They have deprived the natives of their property or turned it to their own use, and have subjected some of the inhabitants of said islands to perpetual slavery (subdiderunt perpetuae servituti), sold then to other persons and committed other various illicit and evil deeds against them . . . Therefore We ... exhort, through the sprinkling of the Blood of Jesus Christ shed for their sins, one and all, temporal princes, lords, captains, armed men, barons, soldiers, nobles, communities and all others of every kind among the Christian faithful of whatever state, grade or condition, that they themselves desist from the aforementioned deeds, cause those subject to them to desist from them, and restrain them rigorously. And no less do We order and command all and each of the faithful of each sex that, within the space…

TRUMP is the likely winner in November. He’s already elected, barring injury or death.

Here’s a comment I found on Gab, edited, that predicts what is in store with Trump:

“My guess is the cabal will reinstall Trump in their November ritual. They need the Pied Piper of the goyim on the American (((right))) to maneuver them into whatever ops are planned. The goyim would be less pliable under a Democrat and 2025-29 is too important for the cabal to deal with resistance. With the (((left))) agitated they’ll be able to get big disruptions and chaos … in urban areas. Meanwhile Trump can be used for all the massive ops coming: Freedom cities, Disease X, draft for Middle East war for Greater Israel, negotiated (((peace))) to settle Ukraine war hoax and establish heavenly Jerusalem (Khazaria), market crash, grid down, perhaps martial law, food chain take over, shift back from border flood to “legal” immigration flood, and even the more outlandish possibilities like alien invasion. They can ramp up the mass shooting hoaxes under Trump to put the right in a bad spot and Trump will be made to cave quickly. I think Trump will sell out the goyim so fast and across the board it will be a thing to behold. There will be no restraint to it. He will complete most of agenda 2030 with total obedience to his masters.”

The Snake
Donald Trump’s favorite poem

On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake. (more…)

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“ST. JOHN in the desert is a true picture of a penitential life; in fact his life was a long martyrdom, and he persevered in it until he was called forth to preach, and to prepare the way of the Lord. His food was locusts and wild honey, he slept on the bare earth, he did not, as St. Jerome says, even build for himself a hut to protect him from the severity of the weather. His occupation during these many years of solitude was uninterrupted prayer, and communion with God. Reflect a moment, my dear young people. St. John the Baptist, a saint you might say by birth, wished to do such severe penance, and we, who have committed terrible sins, are afraid of the least penance and mortification.”

— Fr. Raphael Frassinetti, 1900

Antra deserti

Thou, in thy childhood, to the desert caverns
Fleddest for refuge from the cities’ turmoil,
Where the world’s slander might not dim thy luster,
Lonely abiding.

Camel’s hair raiment clothed thy saintly members;
Leathern the girdle which thy loins encircled;
Locusts and honey, with the fountain-water,
Daily sustained thee.

Oft in past ages, seers with hearts expectant
Sang the far-distant advent of the Daystar;
Thine was the glory, as the world’s Redeemer
First to proclaim him.

Far as the wide world reacheth, born of woman,
Holier was there none than John the Baptist;
Meetly in water laving him who cleanseth
Man from pollution.

Praise to the Father, to the Sole-begotten,
And to the Spirit, equal power possessing,
One God whose glory, through the lapse of ages,
Ever resoundeth. Amen.

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ALAN writes:

I read a funny article last week.  “Fentanyl Arrives in Poland, Shocking Video Captures Its Devastating Effects” was the headline.

The article asserted that Fentanyl is “a drug that has ravaged the United States and taken hundreds of thousands of lives.” It is “a drug that is increasingly infiltrating Europe.”

So I wondered: On which flight did it arrive? And what a remarkable fellow Mr. Fentanyl must be: He “ravages”, he ‘takes lives”, and he “infiltrates”.  My, he is a busy fellow.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!! (more…)

THIS 1937 interview with ex-slave Molly Ammonds near Eufaula, Alabama was conducted by Gertha Couric and John Morgan Smith, as part of the Federal Works Progress Administration’s compilation of slave interviews:

I walked along a dusty road under the blazing sun. In the shade of a willow tree a Negro man was seated with his legs drawn up and his arms crossed upon his knees. His head rested face downward upon his arms, as he had the aspect of one in deep slumber. Beside him munching on a few straggly weeds, a cantankerous mule took little notice of his surroundings.

“Can you tell me where Aunt Molly Ammonds lives?” I asked in a loud voice.

The Negro stirred slowly, finally raising his head, and displaying three rabbit teeth, he accompanied his answer with a slight gesture of his hand.

“Yassuh, dar her house raght across de road; de house wid de climbin’ roses on hit.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Yassuh,” was the drawled response, and the Negro quickly resumed his former posture.

Aunt Molly Ammonds is as gentle as a little child. Her voice is soft and each phrase measured to the slow functionings of her aged mind. (more…)

"PRAY, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer." ---- Julian of Norwich