Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Scams and Linkedin

I am sorry that so many friends whose email addresses were lodged in my address book have now received invitations (from me apparently), to join Linkedin.

It was none of my doing.

Linkedin appear to have somehow accessed my address list and sent an invitation out to all.

I shall be cancelling my Linkedin entry tomorrow - meanwhile, my apologies for any angst this may have caused.

Some Pope Francis Favourites

The miraculous 'weeping statue' of Hans Kung in his garden
Well, we are now well into the papacy of Pope Francis and its time to collect and present some of the wisdom of the Pope who we are promised will lead the Church through some pretty choppy waters, like a bridge over troubled waters. Yes its going to be just like the Simon and Garfunkel song.

So far, we've seen some quite extraordinary scenes in Rome and heard some things from Pope Francis that make listeners sit up and think. While the traditional Catholic blogosphere has had to learn to pray once more for the gift of holy patience with regard to Papal liturgical ceremony and shoe-wearing habits, there has been plenty for the Faithful to chew on in terms of food fed to us by the hand of Peter.

Take the recent homily from His Holiness on Confession, for instance, a homily that has apparently caused Hans Kung's statue of himself to miraculously weep salt tears at 3pm everyday without fail. If it continues, his entire statue will erode into nothingness. He'd invite the Faithful into his garden to admire his miraculous weeping statue of himself but, unfortunately, he's too busy plotting the overthrow of the Catholic Church for an umbrella one-world religion that compromises the Catholic Truth for worldly acceptance and masonic 'universal brotherhood'. Give it up, Hans, the gates of Hell shall never prevail!

So let's catch up with what our Holy Father has been saying:


It is said to be at this exact moment that Hans Kung's statue of himself began weeping and that The Tablet's editorial team began to hyperventilate. A fridge in the office of the National Catholic Reporter in the US is also said to have exploded at the exact moment this was read. This follows something else the Holy Father said in his first Angelus:


I'm beginning to notice a theme here, but wait, that's not all the Holy Father has been saying. Hang on, did he say what I think he just said?


So, let's get this straight. Pope Francis has said, very publicly, that the Church is our Mother and that it is not possible to find Jesus outside of the Church. His Holiness has also said that we are sinners who need God's forgiveness on a very regular basis - the more regular - the better? Let's move on, shall we.


Did he just, like, associate women with motherhood and suggest that the fulfillment of womanhood is, for most, motherhood? Sisters, yes, I think that is what His Holiness said! Moving swiftly on, then! Then, to Priests, His Holiness said this:



Did he just, like, tell Priests to stop living sinfully so that others may sinfully live and to live lives of holiness in imitation of Christ?! Yes, I believe he did! He also said this:

"You will exercise in Christ the office of sanctifying. For by your ministry the spiritual sacrifice of the faithful will be made perfect, being united to the sacrifice of Christ, which will be offered through your hands in an unbloody way on the altar, in union with the faithful, in the celebration of the sacraments."

Did he just, like, say that the Holy Mass is the sacrifice of Calvary on the Altar of the Living God!?

There are more wonderful things that our Holy Father has said, so let's end with a particularly upbeat message from the Catholic Pope defending Catholic teachings who is, by his words and his actions, striving to preach repentance for the forgiveness of sins to all mankind, in a simple and profound manner that should really have liberals quaking in their shoes.

Have they not realised yet?

"Remain steadfast in the journey of faith, with firm hope in the Lord. This is the secret of our journey! He gives us the courage to swim against the tide. Pay attention, my young friends: to go against the current; this is good for the heart, but we need courage to swim against the tide. Jesus gives us this courage! There are no difficulties, trials or misunderstandings to fear, provided we remain united to God as branches to the vine, provided we do not lose our friendship with him, provided we make ever more room for him in our lives. This is especially so whenever we feel poor, weak and sinful, because God grants strength to our weakness, riches to our poverty, conversion and forgiveness to our sinfulness. The Lord is so rich in mercy: every time, if we go to him, he forgives us. Let us trust in God’s work! With him we can do great things; he will give us the joy of being his disciples, his witnesses. Commit yourselves to great ideals, to the most important things. We Christians were not chosen by the Lord for little things; push onwards toward the highest principles. Stake your lives on noble ideals, my dear young people!"


May God bless our Holy Father, Pope Francis, now reigning gloriously!

For my part, Pope Francis makes me more than a little nervous. He inspires me to ask the question, 'Lord, what is it that You want me to do?'

Monday, April 29, 2013

Scam alert, Catholic priests used as bait

A few weeks ago I received an email from a priest I knew slightly.

It was a cry for help; he was stranded in Spain and his wallet and passport had been stolen, could I send him some money pdq?

Because I only knew him a little I hesitated and contacted some friends who might have been higher up his contact list - they had heard nothing.

Suspecting a scam I checked with the priest and he was at home happily tucking into his supper.

No Spain, no stolen wallet or passport.

This morning I received another email from a well known priest friend, an Oratory Father.

He was in Manilla and was asking for some instant cash help.....here is 'his' message:-

I really hope you get this fast. I could not inform anyone about our trip, because it was impromptu. we had to be in Manila, Philippines for a program. The program was successful, but our journey has turned sour. we misplaced our wallet and cell phone on our way back to the hotel we lodge in after we went for sight seeing. The wallet contained all the valuables we had. Now, our passport is in custody of the hotel management pending when we make payment.
I am sorry if i am inconveniencing you, but i have only very few people to run to now. i will be indeed very grateful if i can get a loan of £2,000  from you. this will enable me sort our hotel bills and get my sorry self back home. I will really appreciate whatever you can afford in assisting me with. I promise to refund it in full as soon as I return. let me know if you can be of any assistance. Please, let me know soonest. Thanks so much..



Of course, this is a hoax and I do not think that anyone would be fooled by it.
But, it is worrying that priests seem to be the lure to ensnare those who know them.

Caveat is the word.




Former Master Mason Exposes the Danger of Freemasonry, Links it to Fatima


I know that Fatima 'analysts' are ridiculed but it is worth listening to someone who has been deeply involved with the masonic sect and who has 'seen the light' so to speak.

It is worth reminding ourselves that, given that this gentleman is telling us about the rituals involved in Freemasonry from his own experience, he is presumably risking his own life in divulging the secrets of the gnostic counter-Church that is Freemasonry.

Soberly, we must be aware of this huge threat to Holy Mother Church, since it is clear that the Freemasons have desired that their infiltration of the Church should, if it could, which presumably it could, go to its very summit.

Spot the Difference Competition...

'I implore you, brothers, be on your guard against anybody who encourages trouble or puts difficulties in the way of the doctrine you have been taught. Avoid them. People like that are not slaves of Jesus Christ, they are slaves of their own appetites, confusing the simple-minded with their pious and persuasive arguments. Your fidelity to Christ, anyway, is famous everywhere, and that makes me very happy about you. I only hope that you are also wise in what is good, and innocent of what is bad. The God of peace will soon crush Satan beneath your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.' ~ St Paul's Letter to the Romans, 16:1-20

Quite how I didn't notice the stark similarities between the faithful, habit-wearing, poor, obedient lover of the Cross of Our Lord, Blessed Teresa of Calcutta and the disobedient, dissenting, non-religious habit-wearing gang of schismatics at the Leadership Conference of Women Religious is a huge mystery to me. Thank Heaven that the Editrix of The Tablet is around to remind us that chalk and cheese are basically the same thing.

A 25% increase in traditional Catholicism in Menevia

An amazing statistic that became apparent yesterday after Mass.

Concrete boots, a present from the Bishop - how thoughtful


A new family has joined the congregation (ambitiously estimated, on a  good day, with a fair wind in its sails) as being 24 good souls and true.

So we now have a traditional cohort of thirty. Huzzah and Hooray!

Just when it appeared as if we were in the doldrums with no new life in sight, we have six new 'parishioners' - a 25% surge in our numbers.

Of course, if you are in a city parish, this must appear to be very small beer but to us it is great news and we thank the Almighty for His providence.

If I also told you that this is a great family, strong and firm in their faith and outlook on life....I would not be telling a lie.

I now await the congratulatory telegram from the Bish.......could it possibly be the two fish wrapped in newspaper that arrived this morning?

The Miracle of Life


A reader kindly sent me this You Tube video of Alexander Tsiaras's incredible presentation on the very beginnings of human life in the womb. 'Beyond human comprehension' is how he describes the machinery and complex building instructions set in place in the earliest stages of human development.

Only human beings could possibly develop the kind of technology to survey the 'magic of existence that is us'. Only human beings could possibly be so perverted in their hearts, as to then turn on these unborn lives and deny them their humanity. Only human beings, with the immense capacity for scientific pursuit, could set about the destruction of these lives, by the millions and then call that destruction 'human progress'. Only human beings could descend into such a moral abyss as to ask the Creator of human life to 'bless' those who promote, condone and implement this astonishing attack on the defenceless.

Bloggers and others raising awareness of the situation in Ireland are making much of the Fine Gael proposal make abortion available in Ireland because it has brazenly called for the procedure that will see 'human life...destroyed'. Pro-life campaigners are absolutely right to do so. Those campaigners are absolutely right to also face down the lies emanating from the political establishment in Ireland concerning the tragic death of Savita, whose cause of death was sepsis, something which no 'termination' could have cured.

Pray for an end to abortion and pray that Ireland will not go down the calamitous road that we have taken, in which millions of human lives which should have been with us, sharing in the miraculous gift of life, are not with us - for no reason which can ever be justified - medically, scientifically or morally.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Bicycle Thieves

Of all the neorealist movies made in postwar Italy, Vittorio De Sica's Bicycle Thieves (1948) remains the most iconic. Alternately warm and despairing, its simple story of characters surviving poverty strikes a universal chord.

Poor Roman Antonio (Lamberto Maggioriani) is hired as a painter and buys his bicycle back from a pawn shop. On his first day of work, Antonio's bike is stolen. The police aren't any help, so Antonio, his son Bruno (Enzo Staiola) and a few friends canvas Rome's streets looking for the bike. Even when Antonio finds his suspect (Vittorio Antonucci), he's unable to make any headway, growing increasingly desperate.

It's common wisdom that neorealism provides a dispassionate, documentary view of Italian life. Yet Bicycle Thieves should dispel that dogma: it's as sentimental as any Hollywood melodrama. Its power lies not in strict realism but down-to-earth craftsmanship. Bicycle Thieves makes few political points, beyond Bruno staring covetously at rich restaurant patrons and Antonio plastering American movie posters all over town. It's a richer portrait of people living through hard times.

De Sica captures the melancholy of Italians still recovering from war. Things are so bad a bicycle means the difference between work and the poor house. The police aren't any help, the Superintendent outright telling Antonio he'd better investigate himself. People grow desperate enough to waste money asking a blind "seer" for advice. When Antonio finally tracks the thief he's mobbed by the suspect's friends and family. The movie's sole glimmer of life comes through its father-son bond: Antonio will do anything to support his family.

De Sica uses nonprofessional actors, though several used the movie as a springboard to full-time acting. Lamberto Maggioriani gives a powerful performance, his anguished, beaten-down expression belying a hopeful exterior. Enzo Staiola's Bruno is likeable, avoiding silly kid schtick, while Lianella Carell is affecting in her brief scenes. Assistant director Sergio Leone cameos as a German seminary student.

Bicycle Thieves is a gem. While not as hopelessly bleak as Rossellini's War Trilogy, its palpable cry of despair will tug at the stoutest of heart strings.

The Sunday Times Poor List

In a break with a 25-year tradition, The Sunday Times has announced that next year, as well as featuring the annual Rich List of the richest and most influential people in Britain (excluding the Rothschilds, who own everything, including your house, your fridge and your cat), The Sunday Times will bring to its readers the first ever Poor List - a list of the most uninfluential and deprived people in Britain today.

 
Martin Evans, acting editor of The Sunday Times, said, "With David Beckham being listed in the Rich List as being 'worth' £165 million (a snip if you consider his free kicks), we thought it was about time we showed readers that The Sunday Times has concern for matters of social justice."

We have some very interesting paupers listed ready for next year, including a man who lives on what he obtains from bins and a man who is imprisoned every time he walks on the wrong side of the road because of his ASBO. We also have a woman who raises fourteen children on a housing estate in Hackney while working 12 hour a day shifts as a cleaner in a petrol station. We thought that after all this time, it is important that we 'redress the balance' so to speak - especially in these times of Dickensian austerity."

Well done, The Sunday Times, well done. So important that people's 'net worth' is not measured in pounds, but in their unique dignity as human beings made in the image of God.

A point and a half - the orthodox Catholic's aperitif


This is a drink that places Campari and Martini (the wet version) in the shade.

It is not for the faint hearted. 

Those of a nervous disposition may drink it with slices of orange and lots of soda water.

Real Catholics drink it neat, with a great deal of ice. Before a meal.

It is, of course, a vermouth. Made with fortified wine and a secret selection of aromatic herbs. It may even do you good physically.

It certainly does you good mentally. But only one. Or maybe two at most.

Punt e Mes - a Point and a Half; an enigmatic name that I will leave you to ponder over.

My point (and a half) is, that this is an excellent drink, an extraordinary drink.

As the EF Mass is to the OF, so Punt e Mes is to Cinzano or Campari.

You did see the allegory rearing its ugly head way back, did you not?

But it's true.

After drinking a Punt e Mes your appetite will be honed so that you can eat a 24 ounce Steak Florentine, blue!

This post was inspired by the Whiskey Catholic blog.
A most excellent series of posts on Catholicism and, er, whisky (and the Eireannach version, whiskey).

It is a good, healthy (and Catholic thing) to enjoy, in moderation, all good things that the Almighty has placed within our reach.

It is anathema to the puritans and this world is becoming, by the minute, more prudish and puritanical.

                            
So here's to Punt e Mes........Salute!

Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Night Porter

Luchino Visconti's The Damned (1969) kicked off a thoroughly repugnant trend in European cinema: Nazi exploitation. Yes, filmmakers retooled the 20th Century's most heinous evil for titillation. Some entries retained a veneer of respectability (Salon Kitty), but most were blatantly offensive trash like Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS. National Socialism was no longer an apocalyptic, genocidal ideology; it became a kinky turn-on. 

Then there's Liliana Cavani's The Night Porter (1974). With its talented producers and classy cast (including The Damned stars Dirk Bogarde and Charlotte Rampling), Porter clearly wants to transcend trash. It offhandedly manages that, being not sleazy so much as boring.

Former SS officer Max (Dirk Bogarde) works as a night porter at a stylish hotel in 1950s Vienna. He's shocked to encounter Lucia (Charlotte Rampling), the wife of a famous conductor visiting the city. Lucia was one of Max's inmates at a concentration camp, where they pursued a sadomasochist relationship. The two eventually hook up, only to face a new problem. Max's former SS colleagues, targeted by a police investigation, come calling, hoping to silence Lucia. When Max tries to defend her, they besiege the lovers in their apartment.

The Night Porter is an overwrought mess. Cavani tries to ape Visconti's fevered approach to Nazism, resulting only in ill-judged artistry. Her ragged flashbacks recall The Pawnbroker, only cheesier: at one point, she intercuts a Mozart opera with a rape scene. Gag. The story quickly degenerates into ludicrous melodrama. Max and Lucia reunite and immediately reenact their Dachau routine. Max frets about the investigation but there's no evidence of any imminent danger. The cadre of ex-Nazis (one sporting a monocle and dueling scar!) belongs in a bad potboiler, not a serious drama. As Roger Ebert observed, there's no reason they don't immediately kill Max and Lucia except the movie would be over.

The Night Porter fails for another reason: neither protagonist is remotely interesting. To sell this story, you need psychological or dramatic credibility, traits Porter spectacularly lacks. Max is a nasty psychopath whose idea of charm is presenting his lover with a severed head, Salome-style. Lucia's sole trait is enjoying her sick defilement; no other back story or personality provided. There's no probing of either character's psyche, no depth or motivation; they're just sick monsters. Yet perversely, Cavani begs our sympathy when Max's colleagues seek vengeance. A full-blooded exploitation movie would at least avoid Porter's moral posturing.

Dirk Bogarde gives a strong performance to no avail; his character's too one-dimensional to be remotely credible. (Since Bogarde helped liberate Bergen-Belsen during World War II, one imagines he had deep reservations about this film.) At least he shows emotion, something Charlotte Rampling barely aspires to. Gabriele Ferzetti (Once Upon a Time in the West) provides classy menace as the Nazi leader, while Isa Miranda (Summertime) plays a washed-up countess. 

The Night Porter should stand as an abject warning: adding Nazis to your movie doesn't innately generate gravitas. That's something you have to earn through effective storytelling or powerful direction. Rather than a serious exploration of fascist sexuality, it's ostentatious sopor.

The Only Problem with Capitalism is the Capitalists

Tom Chivers has posted a piece in defence of Primark or, at least, in defence of the Primark type model of business and trade.

I fail to see how a company that is as hugely profitable as Primark, which by now must be a 'global' brand, cannot build safe working conditions for its workers.

In an age in which conscience is dismissed as just an irritating 'voice' or 'noise', I guess it is only natural that companies like Primark would do very nicely out of countries like Bangladesh, where they can treat workers with contempt and offer them a teensie weensie bit more money than they would get working for someone else in the country.

Why do the Chief Executives of such firms as Primark, among the other high street names that employ people for peanuts in foreign lands to sell cheap stuff in the West, not consider their consciences? Is business and trade an arena in which conscience is not necessary? A burden?

A lot of independent small businesses in the UK are closing down in the recession. Companies like Primark are still opening stores across the land. Like a good many high street chains, Primark's profits are presumably pretty healthy now, though I understand that 'enough is never enough' nowadays.

Thanks be to God that even in the rubble that exposes Primark's Chief's infernal avarice, a baby has been born - something that is being hailed as nothing short of 'miraculous'. It might raise the question, 'Why is someone so heavily pregnant working in a factory?' but not to Primark, I guess. Does she get 'maternity pay'?

People naturally look at calamities like this and think that the State must do something. God forbid anyone in Primark should examine their consciences and see that maybe, just maybe, putting profits ahead of people - even your workers - is incredibly sinful. The world needs Jesus Christ. Yes, even the world of business needs Jesus Christ.

And yes, I know I'm a hypocrite. Yes, yes, I am wearing Primark pants. I know, I know. Shall I burn them on YouTube in protest? Come on people. Go commando for Christ! I can see a new Bishops Conference campaign in the offing there...

Seriously though, there is no reason why multinational companies and hugely successful global brands cannot be good or loving. People are not commodities much as the industrialists have told us we are. People are not there to be exploited. The world of business and trade is not there solely make huge profits, but to be put at the service of people as well.

It is not rocket science to suggest that businessmen need to conduct themselves according to conscience, but the whole conscience thing in generally unpopular nowadays isn't it? I mean, that whole 'Fairtrade' thing. Wouldn't it be better if multinationals just cut corners a bit less, treated their workers with dignity and obeyed natural justice?

Oh but if multinational companies did that economies wouldn't be 'competitive'. Conscience isn't part of 'our culture'. Oh right! Well then, just carry on as you are! As long as economies are 'competitive' that's the main thing. Is there no aspect of human life that has not been overwhelmed by social darwinism?

Friday, April 26, 2013

Twins in the womb.....a conversation not to be missed

If you do nothing else today, you should read John Sonnen's post on Orbis Catholicus Secundus - quite brilliant.

Colonel Redl

"Gentlemen, is this a great moment or a small one? I can't tell."
The strange case of Alfred Redl remains legendary in Central Europe. A Galician Jew, his intelligence, dedication and innovative methods (introducing electronic surveillance to espionage) nonetheless earned him appointment to Austria's general staff while pursuing various homosexual affairs. The latter left him open to blackmail, with Russian intelligence operatives forcing Redl to provide them military secrets. Besides the case's tabloid aspects, many believe Redl's transgressions (selling fortification plans and troop deployments to Russia) directly cost thousands of Austrian lives in World War I.

Redl's best-known in the Anglosphere through John Osborne's scandalous play A Patriot for Me (1966), whose outre decadence (namely a lengthy drag ball in Act II) demolished the Lord Chamberlain's censorship power in England. Hungarian director Istvan Szabo's Colonel Redl (1985) is more subdued, mixing character study with rich historical panorama. Szabo shows prewar Europe as a tinderbox of ethnic tensions and imperial power plays.

Alfred Redl (Klaus Maria Brandauer) rises through the turn-of-the-century Austrian army. He pursues a discreet private life, marrying a noblewoman (Gudrun Landgrebe) while seeing a succession of male lovers. Redl's talents impress Archduke Franz Ferdinand (Armin Mueller-Stahl), who enlists him as chief of intelligence, ferreting out Russian spies and removing political undesirables. After a botched cleanup operation Redl begins losing faith in his mission. Redl learns that Ferdinand is planning a coup d'etat against the ailing Emperor Franz Josef, leading him to betray military to secrets to Russia.

Elegantly directed with rich period trappings, Colonel Redl functions primarily as a personal tragedy. Redl reminds us of Bertolucci's The Conformist, a deviant outsider obsessed with being "normal." In his polyglot country with dozens of nationalities (Austrians, Magyars, Poles, Galicians, Ukranians, Czechs) identity becomes a key marker of success. Forced to suppress both his sexuality and Jewish origins, Redl becomes a violent chauvinist, physically assaulting those who insult the Emperor. He keeps an unloved wife for appearance's sake, distancing himself from lifelong friend/lover Kubinyi (Jan Niklas). Redl's pose unnerves his peers but pleases Austrian officials, who peg him as an unthinking hatchet man.

Unfortunately, Szabo ascribes Redl's betrayal to conscience and principle. This wasn't a single act in a weak moment, but years of sustained espionage extorted by Russian spymasters. Svabo himself served as a police informant, and the movie may have been a covert act of self-justification. Regardless, Colonel Redl could have shown its protagonist in a more accurate and complex light, instead of an honorable man pushed too far. Nonetheless, Redl's central dilemma - of creating a false image, of "becoming" the ideal Austrian, at the loss of genuine identity - retains dramatic power.

Szabo additionally draws a vivid portrait of prewar Europe. Dominating the film's second half is Archduke Franz Ferdinand, a ferocious schemer eager to preserve the Dual Monarchy at all costs. The Austro-Hungarian Empire teeters on the verge of collapse, its minorities clamoring for independence; neighboring Russia, Italy and Serbia nibble at its borders. Reviewing one of Redl's operations, Ferdinand runs down a list of ethnicities to blame before finding an "acceptable" scapegoat. Later he chillingly predicts the need for a "local war," initiated by an assassination, to reinvigorate Austria. When Redl's superiors learn of his homosexuality he too becomes an expendable pawn.

Klaus Maria Brandauer gives a commendably sensitive turn. Wisely, Brandauer doesn't make Redl likeable, instead playing him as a single-minded careerist mixing jingoism with self-loathing. The actor gradually allows Redl sympathy, his ultimate realization and downfall registering powerfully. Brandauer briefly became an international star, appearing in Never Say Never Again and Out of Africa before returning to European cinema.

Armin Mueller-Stahl (The X-Files) underplays his villainous Archduke, soft-spoken but effortlessly menacing. Hans Christian Blech (Decision Before Dawn) features as Redl's mentor. Jan Niklas and Andras Balint play two of Redl's colleagues and lovers. Gudrun Langrebe handles a thankless role well, showing tragic awareness of her superfluity in Redl's life.

Colonel Redl is an enjoyable period piece. For viewers put off by the artsiness of Miklos Jancso and Bela Tarr, it's a good intro to Hungarian cinema.

Shaking the bucket...for abortions!

A £10 donation to Virgin Money Giving's anti life fund
will support the killing of lots more of these cell type things
some people call babies

Now who would wish to donate money to support organisations such as BPAS, the abortion service that specialises in killing infants in the womb (plus counselling, of course)?

It appears that, some people are willing to throw a bit of cash in that direction even though, BPAS is not apparently short of a pound or two.

A certain James Ball has got the bucket shaking for BPAS because, in his words, women are intimidated by the 40 Days for Life campaigners outside abortuaries.

Let me say this once more....women are intimi....OK, I know you got the message, it was my brain that was struggling to comprehend it.

I have been on a few 40 Day vigils in the past five years and I have never witnessed a woman being terrorised as she enters the 'clinic'.

What I have seen is a lot of women terrorised by those who support the murder of babies and by so called Young Thugs Socialists.
They are not above threatening men also and it grieves me to think that I have signed up to the vigil organiser's protocol that states that all aggro must be met with a smile and Christian charity.

I still believe that Christian charity should be dished out Don Camillo fashion.

But I am, of course, wrong.

A fixed smile hides rising blood pressure but I pray through it all (and for the thugs) and it passes off, like water on a duck's back.

Now, we live, allegedly, in a free country, and it is entirely up to the individual to donate, or not, to whichever charity they wish.

But BPAS is a business, you might just as well give cash to Barclays Bank or Marks and Spencers, I'm sure they would welcome it but the fact is, they don't need it.

And, in the case of BPAS, surely they don't deserve it.

Their CEO, Ann Furredi, naturally enough, welcomes the bung; in fact, such spontaneous generosity often leaves her in tears.

Here is what she says about Mr Ball's enterprise:

"I just want to say a really BIG thanks for your donation page. – and, of course to donors. The comments are just amazing. The whole thing has actually reduced some of us to reaching for tissues! I guess it’s a bit novel for people to be so spontaneously generous to us.  It sends a lovely message to all our staff. We are feeling the love!"


“We are feeling the love”……..aah, isn’t that just so very nice?


Much nicer than “We are feeling the scalpel”

Fundraising has now stopped but will, almost certainly start again when the next vigil commences.

When it does, some people might like to leave a message (a charitable one) on their Facebook page ‘Boycott the 40 Days for Life’


http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/fundraiser-web/fundraiser/showFundraiserProfilePage.action?userUrl=boycott40daysforlife

Thanks to GM for this nudge.

Cardinal Oullet to the Bishops of England and Wales

Courtesy of the LMS Chairman, who picked this up from The Catholic Herald. Cardinal Marc Oullet to the Bishops:

‘My brother bishops, you face many challenges in your apostolic ministry in England and Wales. Perhaps you can identify with Peter and John as they are dragged before the Sanhedrin to be pressured, threatened and even beaten to stop proclaiming the saving Truth of Jesus Christ. Perhaps you can sense viscerally the pressure to obey men rather than God, to see yourself as a mere manager or functionary rather than a disciple and an apostle...’

Interesting choice of words...I think you'll agree.

Wonderful Devotional Book on the Blessed Sacrament

Father Stefano M. Manelli, co-founder of the Franciscans of the Immaculate, wrote an excellent book entitled 'Jesus: Our Eucharistic Love'.

To buy a copy of this wonderful work for God, click here.

Someone recently gave it to me as an Easter gift and it is a really very inspiring and beautiful work and I recommend it to anyone who wants to deepen their appreciation and reverence for Our Lord in the Most Holy Eucharist - that is - to everyone. May God and Our Lady bless Fr Stefano and all the Friars of the Immaculate, spreading the good news of God's Kingdom around the globe.

Fr. Stefano Maria Manelli was born in Fiume/Rijeka (Hrvatska), Italy on May 1, 1933. His parents were Vervent of God Settimio Manelli and Servent of God Licia Gualandris, spiritual children of St. Pio of Prietrelcina. He was the sixth of the twenty-one children. He received his first communion from Padre Pio himself in 1938 He entered the minor seminary of the Order of the Friars Minor Conventual in Cupertino (Lecce) on 18th of December of 1945 at the age of 12 years old. He made his simple profession on October 4, 1949; his solemn profession on May 27 1954 and was ordained a priest on October 30 1955, the Solemnity of Christ, the King.

He became the Prefect of Studies of the Conventual Province of Naples. In the beginning of 1965, Father Stefano Maria began a long rediscovery and meditation of the Franciscan sources and of the writings of St. Maximilian Mary Kolbe.

At the summon of the Second Vatican Council to religious to return back to their sources and to adapt to the changing conditions of the time as principles of renewal of religious life, Fr. Stefano was inspired to live integrally the Franciscan life according to the footsteps of St. Francis of Assisi according to the recent examples of St. Maximilian Kolbe, Franciscan model of our time. On August 2, 1970, Feast of Our Lady of the Portiuncula, Fr. Stefano together with Fr. Gabriel Maria Pelletieri and with the permission and blessing of the major superiors, began to live an experience of a Franciscan life renewed according to the "Traccia" (A Marian Plan of Franciscan Life) in the first Casa Mariana (Marian House/Friary) in the Shrine of Our Lady of Good Counsel in Frigento (AV), Italy.

Fr. Stefano Maria is the superior of the Marian Friary in Frigento from 1970 until 1973 and from 1979 until 1982. He became the Master of novices in the same Casa Marian of Frigento for 10 years, from 1972 until 1982. He was elected Minister Provincial in Naples for three consecutive terms (1982-1988) In November 1, 1982, together with Fr. Gabriel, he founded the first community of the Franciscan Sisters of the Immaculate in Novaliches (Manila, Philippines) which developed under the care of Fr. Gabriel Maria Pelletieri, following the "Marian Traccia of Franciscan Life." In 1988, he was elected rector of the theological College "San Francesco" in Benevento until 1990. In June 23 1990, in the foundation of the Institute of the Franciscan Friars of the Immaculate, he became its Minister General until the present time.

Pro-Marriage Protestor Stabbed Four Times by Homosexual Activists

On 13th April 2013 in Paris, Samuel Lafont, a young man taking part in the pro-family and pro-morality demonstration organized by La Manif Pour Tous, was stabbed four times in the back by vicious homosexual activists.

Lafont, who was unarmed like all the protestors, was [...] pushed to the ground and deliberately, savagely attacked. He had to be taken to the Georges Pompidou hospital where he received emergency surgery.

He has been in a grave condition in intensive care ever since. Two of his companions were also wounded but less severely. One was stabbed in the arm and another once in the back. The morning after the riot, rabid homosexuals were rejoicing in this news, and exchanging messages on Twitter saying they hoped Samuel was dead.

The attack was planned and the day before it was carried out, Samuel had been threatened with murder on social media, for his part in leading the youth wing of the demonstrations. The attack took place near the Odéon junction in central Paris, where Lafont, aged 25, was planning to address the crowd.

The former minister Christine Boutin who supports La Manif pour Tous confirmed what had taken place and, on Twitter, called for the President, Francois Hollande, to condemn the violence. So far he has said nothing. And so far, the police have not arresyed any suspects for the shameful attack.

If you can translate French, read the report here. Ah, what peace and harmony 'equal marriage' is bringing to Europe...

Rules for Public Office

Rule # 1

Do not say anything negative about the Rothschild dynasty. If you have ever read anything negative about them and their role in the last 400 years of carnage and chaos, dismiss it out of hand as anti-semitism.

If you harbour any negative feelings or beliefs about the most powerful banking dynasty to have graced the Earth in all of human history then keep them all to yourself.

If you are concerned that this family can command governments, Kings and Queens on a global scale, just put those fears to the back of your mind.

If you are concerned that this family instituted 'think-tanks' for Governments and that their 'think-tanks' emerge with policies that soon become Government policies, do not worry since they are our benefactors and it is all for our own good.

If you still have concerns about a lack of real democracy and true freedom in the World and fear that this one family pulls the strings of Governments around the globe through a vast network of organisations under their control, you may speak out, but remember, if you do, you will be destroyed.

In a word: Do not mess with the Rothschilds. Only St Michael, the Archangel, Our Lady of Victories and Our Lord Jesus Christ can take on the Rothschilds and win. If this family saw their places in Hell, they would use their vast money for good - not for the good and enrichment of themselves and their friends, nor for the plunder and exploitation of nations and peoples. Until they meet with God, the One True God, rather than the Lucifer they worship, the World and all its vast minerals, gold, oil, political classes, mass media, wealth and riches, even right opinion itself, belongs, in a quite unique way, to them.

As well as human carnage, the last few centuries has seen an unprecedented rise in the commodification of the human person. Gosh...do you think the commodification of the human person might have been overseen by the banking sector? Could it really be?

Pray for them and then go back to sleep because if we knew all that this family had achieved in terms of sheer human carnage, we should die from the horror of it all. Now that the Rockefellers and the Rothschilds have officially done the deal that seals their personal fortunes into one House, expect double the chaos that we have hitherto experienced. These guys mean business.

"In principle, all politicians in power are subordinate to the Freemasons and the world was dominated by seven or eight people who kept all the money in their hands." ~ Fr Gabriele Amorth, Chief Exorcist, Diocese of Rome

But what would he know...I mean, he's only an exorcist...

Thursday, April 25, 2013

If the Catholic Church was a patient....................


....Just what would be its state of health?
 

 
Well, in England and Wales, any medico making an analysis of Church ills, might well be inclined to declare the patient as suitable for the DNR ('Do not resuscitate') tag.

In fact, we are probably not so far away from having a large ticket tied to our big toe before being sent to the morgue.

But, the cry goes up, "Our parish has welcomers, lots of lay readers, Extraordinary Ministers, a vibrant parish council (is that an oxymoron?) and special services for the children on a Sunday, just what are you talking about?"

The fact is that, in England and Wales, the Church has dropped arches, poor circulation, chronic emphysema, limited vision and, it's overweight, clinically obese, in fact.

It is not quite yet dead but it does require remedial invasive surgery as well as a fitness programme to return it to full health.

To renew and re-invigorate.

Parishes that make the claim that they have a lively programme of church activities may well be telling the truth but they are missing the point, a busy and varied liturgical and social programme is fine but that is not the measure of success; it's only a partial performance indicator.

There are thousands of Catholics out there who are falling through the net and to whom, parish bible reading sessions are anathema.

And there are millions of non Catholics out there who, if presented with the average Diocesan newsletter, would move into reverse gear and put their foot hard down on the accelerator (gas) pedal.

The Church message has not changed; so why the problem?

It all has to do with focus and delivery.

Focus inasmuch that, so I believe, men and women are hungry for real meat and are not interested in  a faux Anglican Church comprising of middle class citizens and delivery in terms of the means that the Church employs to reach out to its existing members and to its potential members.

We have seen the great Anglican experiment of vicars drinking half pints of beer with the lads on a Friday night and then placing their Sunday Worship programme into the hands of a few members of the laity so that liturgy is trumped by nature displays from the primary school children and the Mother's Union clog dancing performance.

That has failed and quite rightly so.
 There is no substance to that just as there is no substance to most Catholic diocesan and parish activities.

Show me a parish with a blog or website that utilises the abundance of material available on the internet.

Where are the Facebook and Twitter entries?
 Non existent, while parish news is carried on poorly printed and highly boring A4 sheets left at the back of the church.

Of course, access to a computer is not available to all, but it is to the masses and full use needs to be made of it.

That's the delivery side, now for the focus.

If you treat the liturgy as a form of Playschool where you patronise and obscure, then it's no wonder that the pews are empty and folk look to the 'new' evangelical faiths.

Summorum Pontificum still applies.

Reverence towards the Blessed Sacrament still applies - stop bowing and start genuflecting.

Apply some rigour to attending church on a Sunday - cut out the chattering before and after Mass. Develop useful activities for the female altar servers ( not church cleaning) and get them off the altar.

Give the Sacrament of Reconciliation sitting in an armchair facing the priest the heave ho and re-introduce the Sacrament of Penance, in a confessional, at regular times.

Reception of Holy Communion in a reverent fashion still applies (in the Roman Rite) - bring back the altar rails, allow the faithful to kneel and to receive by mouth.

Above all else, open up the windows and allow fresh air to blow through the parishes, expelling the low oxygen levels and stale air of the past 50 years of headless chicken church management.

The Gospels are there.

Renewal is still possible; but the spirit needs to be willing.

We need leaders who have spirit and vision and who are inspired by the love of Christ to place us back on track.

Pray for Archbishop Mennini that he will long continue to give us the blood transfusion we so desperately need.

Book Review: The Reason Why (1953, Cecil Woodham-Smith)

The historian and her work.
Note: An early version of this article originally appeared on Amazon.com. My reason for posting this here will become apparent, if a) you noted my recent hints about researching a larger, in-depth article; b) you know the book's connection with a certain movie.

Cecil Woodham-Smith (1896-1977) was born of an Irish family in Wales. Marrying a London solicitor, Woodham-Smith busied herself raising children and writing potboiler novels, before becoming an historian. After finishing an acclaimed biography of Florence Nightingale (1950), she remained fascinated with the Crimean War, especially the Charge of the Light Brigade. Several years of further research resulted in The Reason Why (1953). An instant critical and popular success, the book's rarely been out of print in the past 60 years. Today it remains the most decisive influence on the public's perception of the Crimean War.

The Reason Why recounts the Light Brigade's fate at Balaclava (October 25th, 1854) with unparalleled style. Not a truly objective history, Woodham-Smith's book is an eloquent, sweeping condemnation of the Victorian class system. Using two officers - Lords Cardigan and Lucan - as a prism on British society, she shows the combination of arrogance, bad judgment and miscommunication that led to the sacrifice of the "Noble 600."

James Brudenell, 7th Earl of Cardigan proves singularly representative of aristocratic shortcomings. The only son in a family of daughters, he grew spoiled by parental dotage, generating an egotism mixed with dreams of military glory. By adulthood Cardigan was an almost caricature nobleman: handsome and gallant, but arrogant, snobbish and short-tempered. Woodham-Smith's claim that Cardigan's "glorious golden head had nothing in it" (15) is unfair; biographer Saul David shows that Cardigan was both intelligent and a good student. Her general assessment of Cardigan's character, however, feels more accurate (p. 40-41):
Lord Cardigan.

"He was genuinely surprised to encounter opposition. His nature had a curious simplicity, so that, but for his violence, he would have been childlike and naive. He was completely absorbed in one object, himself.  It was not... that he deliberately disregarded other men's opinions and feelings - they simply did not exist for him. Like a child playing in a corner of a nursery with his toys, he was wholly absorbed in himself, the rest of the world was an irrelevance." 

Commanding first the 15th, and later the 11th Hussars, Cardigan proved harshly exacting. His stringent standards made the 11th Hussars England's premiere cavalry regiment, but they also engendered the loathing of his officers and men. He certainly kept England's press abuzz with sundry scandals. Minor breaches of etiquette sent him into apoplexy: he scandalized the Army by blackballing John Reynolds, a young captain who dared serve Moselle at a champagne dinner (the famous "black bottle" affair), and flogging a soldier on Easter Sunday. Cardigan himself violated societal mores repeatedly: among other incidents, he shot a subordinate in a duel and eloped with Fanny Paget, sister-in-law of a fellow cavalryman. He was booed at public gatherings, becoming a perennial headache for his superiors. An exasperated Duke of Wellington proclaimed "he had never known the time of the staff... to be taken up in so useless a manner" (100).

Profiled in parallel is George Bingham, 3rd Earl of Lucan. Lucan bested Cardigan in sheer bloody-minded nastiness. He gained infamy for cruelly managing his Mayo estates during the Irish potato famine. Consolidating land holdings and evicting tenants en mass, he caused untold suffering among his subjects and intense hatred: "it is doubtful if he considered the Irish as human beings at all" (113). Like Cardigan, he was also a martinet of the worst sort, a brutal taskmaster "perpetually entangled in trifles" (33) in commanding his troops and often contemptuous of superiors. Lucan found increasingly petty and bizarre ways of exerting authority: at one point, he ordered his cavalry drilled in antiquated Napoleonic tactics against Lord Raglan's express orders.

Lord Lucan.
Not surprisingly, these two men loathed each other. Lucan married Cardigan's sister and by all accounts mistreated her, igniting a deeply-felt vendetta. Naturally, when the Crimean War broke out Cardigan (heading the Light Brigade) found himself serving under division commander Lucan. Commanding general Lord Raglan exacerbated things by separating Cardigan from Lucan's main body, thus undermining Lucan's authority. Even in the field, the two men never missed an opportunity to spite or undermine each other, with disastrous results.

Woodham-Smith forcefully attacks the British military that spawned them. The purchase system, by which officers could literally buy a higher rank, had its benefits. It forestalled the establishment of a powerful, Prussian-style military class, and forced officers to take personal responsibility for their regiment's upkeep. In practice however, it populated the Army with dilettantes and adventurers, seeing military service as a stepping stone to easy prestige. Nominally officers could advance by merit; in practice men without experience or qualification leapfrogged over seasoned career soldiers. Lord Palmerston proclaimed that "it was very desirable to connect the higher classes of Society with the Army" (30), whether or not they were fit to lead.

The lack of a major war since 1815 ensured an antiquated senior staff. Commanding the Allied armies was Fitzroy Somerset, Baron Raglan. Wellington's longtime secretary, Raglan's bravery (he had lost an arm at Waterloo), amiability and organizational skills were unquestioned. His greatest achievement was ensuring smooth relations with his French and Turkish allies. Yet Raglan had never led troops in the field, and proved a spectacularly inept tactician. "Without the military trappings... one would never have guessed him to be a soldier," Woodham-Smith says (161). He proved frustratingly absent-minded, constantly confusing his French allies with the Russian enemy. An exasperated junior officer complained that "everything [is] old at the top. This makes everything sluggish."

Lord Raglan.
The Crimean disaster becomes tragically predictable. Horses crowded into transport ships die en route to the Crimea. Raglan botches the Allied attack at the Alma, forcing British troops to take and retake the same ground repeatedly. Over-caution prevents a complete victory when Raglan refuses Lucan's request to launch a follow-up attack. Raglan ill-advisedly shifts his supply base to Balaclava, a tiny village ill-suited for supplying two massive armies. Finally, administrative muddle ensures inadequate supplies and medical treatment, causing thousands of troops to die of disease and exposure.

In fairness, most officers shared their men's misfortunes. Both Raglan and his French counterpart Marshall St. Arnaud ultimately succumbed to dysentery. Lucan was wounded at Balaclava and even his detractors granted him personal bravery. Cardigan however spent evenings on his yacht in Calamita Bay, entertaining civilian friends and distancing himself from his brigade's hardships. Lest this seem unduly extravagant, military buffs may remember American General George McClellan lunching while the Battle of Malvern Hill raged, Boer War commander Charles Warren stopping his division's advance for a bath, or Charles Townshend dining on plum duff at Kut while his troops starved. This mixture of sang froid and self-indulgence seems unfortunately prevalent in military history.

Woodham-Smith hits her rhetorical stride with Balaclava. She recounts the stirring stand of Colin Campbell's "Thin Red Line," and the gallant Charge of the Heavy Brigade, where 300 cavalrymen under James Scarlett defeated 2,000 Cossacks in a wild uphill charge. Woodham-Smith captures the excitement and fleeting glory of these skirmishes. Against all odds, the British seemed poised to win a spectacular victory. Yet Cardigan stood by, using a discretionary order from Lucan as an excuse not to attack the routed Russians. Had Cardigan followed up on Scarlett's success, the third phase of the battle might never have occurred.

Instead, a classic example of mismanagement follows. Raglan dictates an unclear order to quartermaster Richard Airey, instructing Lucan to attack Russian troops taking capture guns away from the Causeway Heights. Captain Louis Nolan, Raglan's impulsive aide, delivers the message to an agitated Lucan, emphatically pointing at the nearest guns. Neither man recognizes Nolan's fatal mistake: that Lucan cannot see the Heights from his position. Nolan instead gestures towards a mass of Russians supported by artillery in the valley ahead. Stung by accusations of "looking on" in earlier engagements, Lucan does not ask Nolan to clarify his order, and Cardigan protests halfheartedly. Before anyone realizes it, the Light Brigade initiates its fateful charge (p. 242):

"And now the watchers on the heights saw that the lines of horsemen, like toys down on the plain, were expanding and contracting with strange mechanical precision. Death was coming fast, and the Light Brigade was meeting death in perfect order; as a man or horse dropped, the riders on each side of him opened out; as soon as they had ridden clear the ranks closed again. Orderly, as if on parade ground, the Light Brigade rode on, but its numbers grew every moment smaller and smaller as they moved down the valley... It was at this moment that Bosquet, the French General, observed 'C'est magnifique mais ce n'est pas la guerre'."

The Charge of the Light Brigade by Cecil Doughty. (source)
Historians still dissect the Charge in hope of assigning blame, following the footsteps of Cardigan and Lucan's vicious press feud. Woodham-Smith dodges the issue of individual guilt, viewing Balaclava instead as the logical conclusion of an entire system. For all their gallantry, the British cavalry could not achieve the impossible, and find themselves decimated by well-placed cannon and overwhelming numbers. With so many egotists and incompetents staffing the Army, the Light Brigade's fate seems inevitable. If the British Army was reformed after Crimea, it came at great cost and only grudgingly. The purchase system was not abolished until the Cardwell reforms of 1868-1874, largely at the impetus of Crimean veteran Garnet Wolseley.

If The Reason Why isn't definitive, it's because of its limited portrayal of the Crimea (the book mostly ends at Balaclava), occasional niggling errors (eg., claiming Captain Nolan was half-Italian) and its editorial tone. More recent works (Terry Brighton's Hell Riders, Saul David's The Homicidal Earl) eschew Woodham-Smith's polemical approach for more balanced analysis. Still, Woodham-Smith's passionate anger and vivid prose make it the most readable account of the Light Brigade's sorry fate, and a classic account of military incompetence.

Same-Sex Marriage Round-Up


France

In case you missed it, same-sex marriage legislation was passed in France. The protests against it were said to be small, token, sporadic and ill-attended. Another triumph for demoncracy in Europe. Some in France's Senate must look at that picture and think, 'Yeah...hmm...we're going to need a bigger guillotine.'

An important question to consider, though: Why did all these people join a protest in a battle they knew they couldn't win? I mean...it's like they've got beliefs or something! Weird! An interesting article from The Spectator here which is well worth a read. It suggests that the powers that be are, wait for it, a bit worried.

Meanwhile, France's new Ministry for Domestic Tyranny issued this image of what the department says is the true extent of the demonstration, which, as you can see, is nothing like the images circulated by the enemies of democracy, freedom and equal marriage. The Minister for Domestic Tyranny when asked the question, 'Did it snow that day?' refused to comment.


United Kingdom

Meanwhile, in London, the Government are starting to become concerned at the level of public anger against same-sex marriage.

Already a protest has begun, as evidenced by the image below. Security has been stepped up a level and a spokesperson for No. 10 Downing Street has said that though the protest is surprising, it is expected that the Government will be able to 'manage the grave threat to public safety'. Still, however, 'all options, including the nuclear deterrent, remain on the table' when it comes to dealing with the protest.

The Bishops Conference of England and Wales has released a statement calling upon the protest to cease, so that a cordial dialogue of mutual respect may be maintained between the Church and the State and, the man, who may or may not own a dog which may or may not be dangerous, has been urged not to worry and to 'write a stiff letter to your MP'.

Heaven

In Heaven, there is said to be only one marriage, said to be that of the Bridegroom, Christ, with His Bride, the Church. Heaven is yet to do away with such terms as 'mother' and 'father' and still continues to insist that in terms of earthly marriage, one man and one woman is required. Heaven has gained increasing unpopularity among many activists on Earth by insisting that 'same-sex marriage' is a perversion in the order of a natural institution raised to a Sacrament by Christ in His Holy Church.

Meanwhile, noting the spread of same-sex marriage across the West, the Secretary of St Michael, Archangel, has issued this image from his heavenly department, the Department for Justice, Chastisement, Vengeance and Wrath with the following note,

'Yes, all the options remain on the table for Heaven also. If you read the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, well, it's not a story as such, but you'll see we had the nuclear deterrent long before you guys. Yes, we have a long-range capacity...' 


An Archbishop Who Teaches the Gospel Even in Trial

From Life Site News

'In an astonishing display of gentleness in the face of a vile attack, the head of the Catholic Church in Belgium, Archbishop Andre-Joseph Leonard, remained calmly seated with eyes closed in prayer Tuesday as four topless women attacked him with shouts and curses and doused him with water. It’s not the first time the bishop has been attacked for standing up for the Church’s teachings on homosexuality and expressing his concern for those who live the homosexual lifestyle.

The incident took place at the ULB University in Brussels where the archbishop was participating in a debate on blasphemy laws.

The four women, representing the pro-abortion and homosexual group FEMEN, took to the stage where they disrobed to reveal black-painted slogans on their bare chests and backs, such as ‘my body my rules,’ and 'anus dei is coming.' They also held signs reading ‘stop homophobia’. The women doused the archbishop with water from bottles formed in the image of the Virgin Mary...'

(For full article click here)



Respect!

But be careful Archbishop Andre-Joseph Leonard and remember..

Don't fight battles that you think you can't win!

Feed my sheep includes the wealthy

Not 'the eye of a needle' but 'Fat Man's Agony' - a narrow gate to Heaven

I'm all for humility (yes, really, I am) but I also believe that the rich are most worthy of our succour and prayers.

Our Lord, when He walked the earth, was usually to be found in the company of those who had it all in terms of wealth, property or position (the harlots were there at the behest of their rich hosts remember, I don't include them in this).

The tax collectors, the landlords, the Pharisees and wheeler dealers.

If Paul Raymond (Raymond's Revue Bar) had been alive in 30 AD, Our Lord would have joined him for a meal.

And if Ozzy Osbourne, Donald Trump, Hugh Hefner (to name but a few) were throwing a heavy metal, cocaine and heroin get together in downtown Nazareth, (not that any of those people take or use drugs, I'm sure) - Our Lord would have made a point of attending - why look for a doctor among the healthy?

The point is that the poor have it made.

Their burden is poverty and it's an oystercard to destination Pearly Gates, via a few stops en route.

The rich however, still have the problem of squeezing through the eye of a needle.

Their temporal existence may appear all fast cars and loose women but they are on the fast track to Hades on the Handcart line.

They deserve our sympathy and our prayers; they have an impossible task ahead of them.
What have they got to look forward to?

What have they done to merit life eternal?

We all die in the same manner; we all enter the coffin, rich and poor alike, wrapped in a plastic zip up bag.

Mortality levels all.

But the roadsweeper, the lavatory attendant and the beggar have the advantage; they have the ladder in front of them.

In fact, they are half way up.

And when they die they know that, at last, they will not only achieve parity of esteem with the Duke of Westminster and the Rockerfellers but they will have gone some way to relieving the pains of Purgatory by their travails on earth.

So, maybe, rich men and women should be moved up the priority list a little, we are not an exclusive club, after all.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Look, you're Catholic, right?


And you're a member of the Royal Family, right?

Well then, you don't have to bring your children up in the Faith......

......that is really for the grubby little average Catholic parent to do.

And, if any of them fail in their duty - I'll be down on them like a ton of New Age Hymnals!

Times have changed......




H/T to OTSOTA @ The Guild of Blessed Titus Brandsma and Deacon Nick @
Protect the Pope


Picture: Wikipedia Commons

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

There's a devil in my garden


And he is eating my bantams.


"I'd rather have men in pink coats than Stourton"
 

As if life isn't hard enough with polecats, grey squirrels (thank you USA), badgers, stray dogs, feral cats, buzzards and weasels, we now have a fox, or, to be more precise, a Daddy Fox and a Mummy Fox.

I phrased it in this manner especially for readers of a nervous temperament.

 Dog fox and  vixen - for the more anthropomorphically challenged.

Now that fox hunting has been banned by an Act of Parliament (because those politicians and townies just can't bear to think of poor little foxy woxy being chased by naughty doggies. Pity about the aborted babies though), the fox population has rocketed and they are now as common as rabbits.

What to do?

I can no longer shoot the blighters as I've surrendered my shotgun licence (my Church of Wales farming neighbours are sensitive about an orthodox Catholic who owns a shotgun living next door to them, I can't think why).

Poisoning is illegal and indiscriminate.

But a solution has been found - and it does not involve late night rituals with bell, book and candle.

All it requires is a simple transistor radio - playing 24/7 as they say.

Placed beneath an upturned bucket to protect it from the elements I have found that Radio Four is particularly effective at keeping the varmints at bay.

And when Ed Stourton broadcasts of a Sunday morning, I have noticed that the whole countryside falls into a state of frightened silence.

If only dear Ed was on radio 52/365 the Welsh countryside would be rid of badgers, weasels, foxes and the like for good.

I think I might put it to Ed as a novel way of creating a new income stream....but, on second thoughts, maybe not.

Ned Kelly (1970)

Tony Richardson made many odd flicks in his spotty career, none stranger than this misbegotten Aussie Western. A vehicle for Rolling Stone Mick Jagger, Ned Kelly (1970) buries the quasi-mythical bushranger beneath artsy pretension and incoherence. The 2003 Heath Ledger vehicle is The Wild Bunch by comparison.

Australian rancher Ned Kelly (Mick Jagger) gets arrested for a crime he doesn't commit. After a complicated series of events, Ned, his brother Dan (Allen Bickford) and their followers gun down two police officers, leading to a nationwide manhunt. Ned becomes a national folk hero, giving the finger to the authorities and building his reputation as an Aussie Robin Hood.

Ned Kelly mixes the worst traits of '70s Westerns (episodic plotlessness, griminess for griminess's sake) with those of art movies (general incoherence, anti-establishment posturing). Richardson goes for docudrama grittiness but the stiff staging and lazy photography undermines the effect. Aside from the sepia-toned opening and awkward armor-plated showdown, Kelly's only style is dreariness. It's a collection of incongruous episodes sloppily assembled: the assorted shootouts and booze-ups lack any context or internal drive. Waylon Jennings collaborates with Shel Silverstein (!!!) on the country soundtrack; next I hope to uncover a Jesse James flick scored by Johnny Cash and Richard Scarry.

Mick Jagger made a few stabs at acting but never really caught on, Nicolas Roeg's Performance (1968) notwithstanding. Jagger tries to sublimate his rock rebel persona, but only succeeds in being thoroughly dull, with a laughable Irish accent to boot. To be fair to Mick, he's not helped by Ian Jones' terrible screenplay, which never develops Ned beyond a Robin Hood cipher. The other cast members are served even worse.

What else to say? Ned Kelly bites hard. That makes four dreadful flicks in a row. Here's hoping I find something worthwhile to watch soon; even Groggy can't run on vitriol alone.