Former Vatican Bank chief: Authors of New World Order demographic collapse influencing the Vatican

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I read this article with a great deal of interest. It is tempting to dismiss this as the musings of some sort of conspiracy theorist, but I believe there is real substance to his criticism.

We have grown to accept uncritically the notion of a “population bomb” to use Paul Ehrlich’s phrase. It is, or claims to be a premise based on observation and analysis of impartially obtained data, except we rarely scrutinize the theory or challenge its conclusions.

There is a push back against the globalists occurring throughout the Western democracies. The nagging question, “What does globalism have to do with saving souls?” doesn’t seem to be echoing through the halls of The Vatican. That is a disturbing question., disturbing in its absence.

Our proclivity to sin, or concupescence, hasn’t gone away.

24 And There’s So Much More

It has been 24 years since I had my last drink. When I consider that I drank for 25 years, I’m entering that year when I will have been sober for as many years as I drank.

I had a lot of sick, self-serving thinking. As I move further down the sobriety path, I discover a little each day how that selfishness damaged those around me.

I’m tired now. There will be more.

Party On, Puritans!

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H L Mencken once famously defined Puritanism as “the haunting fear that someone, somewhere may be happy.”

I thought of the Mencken quote because of our propensity to peg our happiness to the political situation. Our cultural Puritanism has two competing and conflicting schools of thought, both attached to conflicting and competing schools of moral progress.

Look at values around artificial contraception as just one example. One idea of moral progress can include a belief in artificial birth control and limitation of family size. Attached to this tenet, is the belief that women have the freedom to decide individually when, if at all, to become mothers. Another school of moral progress can reject artificial birth control with no limit on family size. Emphasis is on “family”, not family size. That no moral progress is attainable if the most basic social structure, the family, is derided or devalued. Concomitant with this value is the value that families consist of two parents, male and female, mother and father.

One Puritan school fears that there are people out there making babies with no thought to the strained resources of our fragile and limited planet. The other school fears that people are out there happily fornicating and copulating, with no thought to any principle besides hedonistic pleasure-seeking.

Our Puritanism has us wed to the goal of progressing toward, if not outright establishing, a political Utopia, with “Liberty and Justice for all”, but with competing ideas of what Liberty and Justice may be. We stumble along our road of Progress, never really happy unless we control the toll gates.

This is what a free society looks like. It carries a tension between competing ideas, both committed to a notion of The Common Good.

Speaking of History

I’ve been watching a lot of newsreel footage from 1914. Germany’s Kaiser, Wilhelm II, was frequently filmed with dachshunds. Quite handsome little mutts, I must admit. His great niece, Elizabeth II of The United Kingdom, is known for her corgis.

I don’t know where this is going. Marie Antoinette allegedly took her papillon with her to the guillotine, Charles I was said to take his Cavalier King Charles Spaniel with him for his meeting with the headsman.

Useless information. I concede. Now you know.

The War That Never Ends

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Vietnam.

It was a war filled with folly, brutality, courage, sacrifice, dubious goals, and moral ambiguity. Pretty much like all wars.

This war for my family still rages. My brother-in-law served in Vietnam near fifty years ago. He came home alive, in one piece. He resumed his civilian life, started and raised a family. He has two children and six grandchildren.

Of course, he remembers his brothers-in-arms who didn’t make it back to have the life he has had. The jungle he thought he left behind had one more treacherous pitfall he could not evade. We all have heard about the dioxin-contaminated defoliant Agent Orange taking its toll on both jungle canopy and humans unlucky enough to be caught in its cloud. My brother-in-law is one more victim. At age 72, he is suffering from Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (Lou Gehrig’s Disease). The VA doesn’t even contest that his case and others like his are service-related. Maybe from Agent Orange, maybe something else.

My brother-in-law’s war isn’t over. Yet. Every phone call from him is about what he can no longer do. He can no longer tend his gardens or play golf, except for putting. Right now he walks with canes. The wheelchair awaits. His voice is halting, as he struggles to simply speak. His respirations are about one-third of what they should be. The disease is slowly paralyzing the muscles.

He is another casualty of “friendly fire”.

Watch “Ragged And Dirty by WILLIAM BROWN (1942) Delta Blues Guitar Legend” on YouTube

I’m going to opine just a little about the Delta Blues. The Delta Blues masters were authentic geniuses, arguably the best example of original American genius. Every time I listen to these masters, I think about what American culture has descended to.

Pop music is more or less intended as the background music for our lives. Don’t think too much, just listen. But we can’t just listen to Delta Blues on auto-pilot. The guitar chords cut to the soul.

The Cats.

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I was once a Cat Person. I had two. Even when I was single once, I had a cat. When I married the second time, my wife had a cat. This has been my first sustained cat experience since that marriage tanked. I’ve dropped by a house to feed my sister’s or stepmother’s cat, but cats in the house are different. I like it. I like figuring out what a “meow” means. I like it when the kitty jumps on me out of the blue, from out of nowhere.

I’ve had dogs and I’ve had cats. The two creatures are equally unique and wonderful.

And Now, Visitors

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I don’t know if I can get pictures, but RK, my daughter-in-law dropped their cats off, while she and #1 son move to their new house. Their new house is an old house, in the Church Hill neighborhood.

The cats are Izzy, Louis (pronounced Loo Ee) and Bella. Izzy is an old, skinny and deaf male. Louis is a long haired male, Bella is a very shy female. I immediately took a liking to the cats. It’s nice to have them around. They meow a lot, getting used to new surroundings. I can understand why people have a lot of cats. They are great companions.

More later.

Intimacy

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I have a hunger for intimacy. I see sex, the carnal act of love-making, genital stimulation, orgasms, as a declaration, an expression of intimacy, the two becoming one.

I won’t comment on what I can’t relate to, specifically same sex attraction. But the hunger for sexual fulfillment unsatisfied is intimacy denied. Without love-making, husbands and wives are merely going through the motions. I must also state that sex without mutually felt desire is also a travesty of love. I had a marriage where the mutuality of desire ended. I had descended into a carnality that even I felt repelled by. And so sexual love died, before the legal marriage ultimately ended. It was a time of regret tinged with horror, as I reflect on it, nearly 24 years after that marriage ended.

So here I exist in a sexless marriage again, longing for union and intimacy, sustained only by a love on another level. It is a love, profound in its depth, yet ultimately unsatisfying. It is a mute marriage, bereft of the cries of pleasure and ecstasy. Taking one’s lover to ecstasy is a great gift of marriage. Hiding our passions is the great betrayal of our lover. We speak of “letting go” when we surrender to orgasm. I doubt that “letting go” is what sustains us. Rather it is the “drawing in”, through all the sweaty passions that nurture us.