Whenever the second wave hits, no one will tolerate another lockdown.

Outdoor funeral processions bad, larger outdoor protests good.

Journalist Stephen L. Miller tweeted: “Bill [de Blasio], will you be personally breaking up the large protest gatherings in NYC or is your outrage for such gatherings reserved for Jewish funerals? Just flipping through the rule book here.”

. . .

Bennett told Haaretz that while he “unequivocally condemn[ed] the killing of George Floyd” and supports peaceful protest against racism, he had every right to demand his “constitutional rights to pray and worship – and those rights have been arbitrarily restricted in the guise of public health,” he said.

"If thousands can protest shoulder to shoulder with the encouragement of the mayor, why can’t children sit and learn in yeshiva or pray in shul?” he asked. “Is there a pandemic or isn’t there one?”

And here's the double-standard at its most blatant: Jewish families are evicted from a New York playground while a larger crowd of protesters is left alone.

The devil's advocate would say the families weren't exercising their constitutional rights. The rebuttal is that the Floyd protests are the first time New York's leadership have even acknowledged that such can be exercised in groups larger than 10. And more importantly, the plague doesn't care if you are playing or protesting.

Or so we have been repeatedly told.

Crusade in Europe.

The post title is the name Dwight D. Eisenhower gave to his wartime memoirs.

And tomorrow will be the anniversary of the bold gamble the Western Allies made to begin the liberation of Europe.

The American army of June 6, like the nation that sent it forth, was an imperfect force. It was green, in many respects equipped with inferior materiel and it came as a liberating force from a nation that practiced segregation and ran internment camps.

There are those who see America as nothing other than a racist imperial monstrosity from the moment Europeans set foot in North America. They are influential, and feted with endowed chairs and prestigious literary prizes. If they get their way, the last clause of the fourth sentence in this post will be all that is remembered of the brave men who fought and died under the Stars and Stripes that day. 

That should not be the case. No, the sins of the past can't be glossed over with rah-rah apologetics. To do so is a lie. 

On the other hand, from a perusal of the hate-blasts from the elites a puzzled reader would be confused as to why Nazi Germany warred with America instead of the two being stalwart companions in hatred. 

Someone steeped in real history would see why that is ludicrous. Someone indoctrinated will take it as a matter of course.

The American soldier of 1941-1945 was a man from a flawed society. But that society was one that always held the promise for reform and renewal, even if said promise has guttered close to extinction at times.

But segregated America learned from the War, and within a generation set itself firmly on the path to recognize all men as created equal. An irredeemable society would have done no such thing.

God Himself only knows how many undiagnosed cases there are in Detroit.

For those who don't know, Highland Park is a poor enclave surrounded by Detroit. In its glory days, it was the headquarters of Chrysler and a wealthy place, indeed.

Those glory days are generations past, and Highland Park is struggling to pay for basic services now.

Mayor Duggan said that 27 percent of Detroiters who qualified for testing in early May tested positive.

Testing is still by no means available by demand, so there are likely thousands of people who had/have the disease in the City.

But several weeks after warning about the dangers of protests as spreader events, the Governor just marched in a location that is ill-equipped to handle an outbreak.

So much for that whole social distancing thing, I guess.

Yes, there are masks. But everybody? And with crowds? And the giving of speeches, and cheering responses...?

We will see how much sunlight and heat tamp down on the spread. But there is some unnerving data coming out of the Minnesota National Guard relating to the protests there.

I have a friend who lost both of his inlaws to coronavirus thanks to Cuomo's nursing home orders in New York.

So I suppose I should consider myself fortunate that my mother-in-law is still with us in Michigan.

But the outsized praise for Governor Whitmer needs to be doused with ice cold water.

That frigid blast? Her executive order turning nursing homes into overflow centers for Covid patients:

The [Michigan] Senate COVID-19 oversight committee had many questions for the Health and Human Services Department about Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s Emergency Order.

The order creates what they’re calling “regional hubs” and expires on Wednesday. Many members of the senate oversight committee are calling for the governor to change the policy -- calling it an extraordinarily bad policy.

The Department of Health and Human Services gave Local 4 more insight into its regional hub system. There are now 21 of them. The state is paying these homes $5,000 per COVID-19 positive case they take.

We also learned that there are some nursing homes taking these patients that do not have the same strict separation policies that regional hubs are required to have. Only about half of the state’s nursing homes have been inspected since the policy went into effect last month.

HHS Director Robert Gordon originally intended to use the TCF Center instead of the regional hubs -- but then opted out. Detroit State Rep. Leslie Love is stunned that didn’t happen.

“They said the population that would be most affected was our seniors so to not outfit those facilities to handle the very population they said would need it seems ridiculous to me,” she said."

So we send patients to the most vulnerable possible population clusters and don't even bother to check to see if the homes are equipped to take them in.

Involuntary manslaughter is the nicest thing you can call it.

My mother in law's home has been closed to visitors since the second week of March. But coronavirus patients are still rolling in. We'd like to see her before dementia takes away her last memories of us. The longer her home keeps taking in patients, the less good our odds are.

You probably already knew this, but...

...social media is the Dumpster Fire of the Gods.

I am coming to the conclusion that the cacophony at Facebook and Twitter are bad for the heart and soul. At best, you'll get information overload. And we really aren't built, intellectually or spiritually, to sort and assimilate reams of information in digital format.

I bowed out a couple days before my somethingth birthday, and I have to say I don't miss it much. I like being in contact with friends and family. 

Being in contact with dozens of newly-minted pundits, epidemiologists and legal experts....not so much.

The last time I last touched base with this blog, long before this dumpster fire of a year, 
 

I had a good family life and career. And those have remained the same, natural potholes along the way notwithstanding. Hobbies have remained the same, with two exceptions.

First, the pandemic has put the kibosh on theatre. Particularly heartbreaking for my children, who miss seeing their friends in person. But also a disappointment for me, as my evolution as a community theatre performer saw me play Polonius in "Hamlet" (for realz, as the yutes say) last fall and get a nice role as a Russian mobster in "Matilda The Musical" (based on Roald Dahl's classic book) this spring. The latter is on indefinite hold. Maybe this year? Large indoor gatherings are not happy places for this scourge, as we have learned.

Secondly, I have taken to a cheap new hobby involving the collection, assembly and painting of Tiny Plastic Spacemen. It's part of a game called "Warhammer 40,000", and it is easily thought of as a toy soldier warfare game for nerds set in a dystopian future. Some nerds are more equal than others, but I'm no Superman.  And when I say it's a "cheap new hobby," I'm lying out my arse, as the English creators and suppliers of the game might say.

Holy smokes, it's not. But it has been a fun outlet for myself and my youngest three--yes, even 10 year old Elizabeth is proud of her Ultramarines Primaris Reivers. If you aren't interested in the outlay for the game, the company has a publishing arm called "Black Library" where you can immerse yourself in the "lore" of the game. Some authors are better than others, but I am happy to give you tips if you are interested.

And there are worse ways to spend a pandemic/riot summer and increasingly-discordant and feverish election year.

Hope you and yours have been and remain well and safe during these historic times.

Say, if you're looking for a traffic timekiller...

Professor Garrett Fagan's History of Ancient Rome is an excellent drive-time companion.

Now, understand I got mine for free from a friend--but The Teaching Company frequently has sales, so keep an eye out.

And listen closely to the Roman era from the Gracchi Brothers to the Age of Augustus. Some uncomfortable resonances for Yanks, sorry to say.

Tragically, Professor Fagan passed away from pancreatic cancer in 2017. But his knowledge and evident gifts as a teacher live on in these lectures.

Any recommendations on the Roman era are welcome in the comments.

Merry Christmas.

El Greco's Nativity.

Put not your trust...

via GIPHY

The last--and most important--thing to remember about this crisis is that no one is going to come to your rescue. If the last few years have shown you nothing else, you should have learned that.

The panicky protestation of loyalty to the pontifical person after L'Affaire Weinandy shows that the jig is up. The papal cult of personality will not be challenged in any way, no matter what he does. 

You are on your own. Find whatever ecclesial shelter you can, employ a spiritual jammer against the endless chatter of progress and hope for the best--which, in this case, is that God, in His own good time, will come to the aid of His Church. No earthly prince is going to fight for her. None of them are even going to clear their throats for her. Thus, there isn't going to be gallant defense of "the real remnant Church" by courageous prelates against the metastasizing errors that one can rally around.

Why? Well, it's similar to the reason that you cannot count on being rescued from muggers by valiant unicorns clad in shimmering mithril barding.

Right now, this is all there is. We're stuck in the slough of despond because of two sets of people who must know better, but act like they do not: (1) people who confuse pontifical utterances with Catholicism and (2) those who think the clock can be run out while they remain silent for institutional reasons. 
 
The problems with the hapless positivism of the former have been dealt with at length here, and deserve no further consideration. 

The problem with the latter is this: you can't run out the clock if you don't have the ball.

So, nothing is going to get better. The fuses of process-starting are lit, the next conclave is being packed and new bishops receptive to the god of surprises are being appointed.

Winter is here, and the chalice must be drunk to the bitter, spittle-clogged dregs. 

I wish I could tell you something more cheery, but the last few years have also demonstrated that optimism is not only not a Christian virtue, but it's for suckers. Grab hold of the Cross and the real hope it represents.

Meh. You know how it's all going.

Those who see the unfolding destruction see it, and those will not, won't. 


But make no mistake--you will be made to decide.

Even those who just want to keep their heads down until "things blow over."

They won't. 

The frenzied chant of "Forward, always forward!" and the insistence on process-starting can never "blow over."

And nothing is safe from the regime of mercy's caustic solvents.  

Keep comforting yourself with hyper-parsing distinctions and "Oh, he hasn't changed any doctrine" or "translation error" or "not official" and all the other quasi-scholastic cant that has been uttered since he and his St. Gallen confreres appeared on the balcony. All of which sounds like insisting on continuing with a formal debate whilst the ship is listing more and more to the port side.

In the meantime, the storm rages unabated.

Happy Advent.

On the other hand...

...at least I seem to have pulled out of the spiritual power dive I was undergoing.

Once again, I'm receiving the sacraments of the Catholic Church and bumbling along as well as pontificating here and there.

The kids are good--Madeleine is going to Africa in two months for a mission trip to Tanzania, Dale is moving up a rank in Trail Life (though he's going to put it on hold for a while, at least), Rachel is enjoying theatre, Louis is a brown belt and Tae Kwon Do and Lizzie has her orange belt, and Tommy runs the world and we just pay him rent.

Heather remains what she always is--an astonishingly-great mother and a wife I do not remotely deserve. Oh, and the book collection continues to be catalogued.

I have discovered Amazon's "The Man in the High Castle" and urge you to discover it, too. A brilliantly-detailed look at a nightmare world, albeit a very unlikely one. Still, the horror has enough notes of contact with ours to make it a gut punch with every viewing. The production values are amazing, with much less CGI than you'd imagine. And Rufus Sewell deserves all the Emmys for his work as Obergruppenfuhrer John Smith.

I hope my occasional readers are doing well.

Remember "Goodbye, Good Men"?

It was a 2002 book with a stupid subtitle which nevertheless illustrated the screening out of priestly candidates with orthodox tendencies at American seminaries back in the first generation of Vatican Too Renewal™. While a far-from-flawless book, it does illustrate that many men deemed "rigid" and "pious/overly-devotional" were subjected to Soviet-style psychology and booted or harassed out of American seminaries.

But that was the bad ol' days, right? Actually, maybe not. In fact, we appear to be at the beginning of a nostalgia trip back to the Days of Purge. I mean , when there's a prominent high up from the same era using similar rhetoric and screening terminology, brace for impact.

And it's not offhand rhetoric: the Congregation of Clergy is officially doing it's part, too, ensuring that "presumed theological and disciplinary certainty" and "veneers of virtuous habits" will be beaten out of the alleged vocation and instead be reformed into, among other things, a "man of dialogue." See pages 21 and 22 of the PDF for a glimpse at the future Officiant of your five-parish-cluster. Apparently, your local Catholic schools, colleges and universities are such hotbeds of theological rigidity careful supervision and correction is necessary. 

Whereas apparently there are no such concerns about theological dissent, confusion or much less progressive or modernist heresies to worry about these days. Thank Heaven?

Nope--"ecological conversion" is what we're looking for from our priests (pg. 70). That and giving mandatory imprimaturs to the civilly-remarried to come up for the wafer--or else.


So, interestingly enough, a new report just came out regarding the trajectory of seminary and religious life. And, mirabile dictu, the numbers are down and going down further.

Two things: first, the numbers were going down somewhat after 2012 and before the current pontiff. Second, the new Vocation-Killing Mechanism outlined by the Congregation hasn't been installed yet, so you can't blame that, at least not yet.

But what is clear is that the numbers world-wide are going down, and in the U.S. as well. 

I suspect what we're seeing is self-selection away from the seminaries, with those uninterested in being berated by progressives from the pontiff on down to his handpicked overseer deciding not to bother. But rest assured, once the official mechanism kicks in, the numbers will really plummet. 

After all, that's what happened to the seminary in Buenos Aires during the tenure of one Jorge Cardinal Bergoglio, S.J.

My fellow Americans: You want a look at your future priest (it will be very brief looks, given that the guy will be shuttling between five parishes)? He'll probably sound a lot like this fellow.