Righting the World: Thoughts on Breitbart, Ministry and Courage!

This started some time ago. I tend to dwell and ponder matters. One thing I dwell on is my role in the world: What am I doing, what purpose am I serving in doing what I do? I also expand that out to various groups of friends, notably my dear friends at The Conservative Treehouse. What is our role? How does what we do serve the greater community?

In the midst of these ponderings, that great towering giant of a man, Andrew Brietbart, shocked the lot of us by skipping off for heaven waaaay before we expected. And my ponderings upon the role and place of The Treehouse got tangled up with ponderings on the lessons Breitbart left us. I’m going to try to sort that out now.

As I am a Christian, when I ponder and consider the roles of my self or those near me, I often flash on the following words from Jesus (Matt 25):

33And he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on his left.

    34Then shall the king say to them that shall be on his right hand: Come, ye blessed of my Father, possess you the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

    35For I was hungry, and you gave me to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me to drink; I was a stranger, and you took me in:

    36Naked, and you covered me: sick, and you visited me: I was in prison, and you came to me.

    37Then shall the just answer him, saying: Lord, when did we see thee hungry, and fed thee; thirsty, and gave thee drink?

    38And when did we see thee a stranger, and took thee in? or naked, and covered thee?

    39Or when did we see thee sick or in prison, and came to thee?

    40And the king answering, shall say to them: Amen I say to you, as long as you did it to one of these my least brethren, you did it to me.

    41Then he shall say to them also that shall be on his left hand: Depart from me, you cursed, into everlasting fire which was prepared for the devil and his angels.

    42For I was hungry, and you gave me not to eat: I was thirsty, and you gave me not to drink.

    43I was a stranger, and you took me not in: naked, and you covered me not: sick and in prison, and you did not visit me.

    44Then they also shall answer him, saying: Lord, when did we see thee hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister to thee?

    45Then he shall answer them, saying: Amen I say to you, as long as you did it not to one of these least, neither did you do it to me.

    46And these shall go into everlasting punishment: but the just, into life everlasting.

 You’ll not that He says nothing about blogging. He says nothing about writing at all. But that does not mean that writing, and blogging, are <I>not</I> ways of ministry. (Mind: I am not  saying that if one blogs, that excuses one from following the literal interpretation of His words. Also, I’m writing primarily about the commentors before the posters– the entire community.)

When I read the posts and comments at the Treehouse, I consider that our role, what we do, is as follows: We see those who naked of language– they know the Truth, but cannot express it, or defend it. We, in our open ponderings and occasional bickering, provide them with words to use. We see a world hungry for Truth- and we give it, as best we can. We see that people have been brainwashed through our public education system and media, and we try to show them the way out of their mental prisons. Believe me, the thought-patterns of the Left are a prison even without concrete walls.

In terms of posts, we are a varied, Rag-tag (if you will) lot. We are not a news service like Hot Air or Insty. Nor are any of us Bill Whittle (though we do try, and Sundance comes closest!). We’re somewhere in between, headlines and essays, activism and kitteh pics. A little bit of Ace, a little bit of Anchoress. But that’s just our style. What we do, our purpose, started as a little refuge for our band of misfits. Many (most?) of us never really fit in anywhere else. We started out fleeing from one site, chased from our first hide-out, and here decided to make our stand.

From those campfire days, we’ve developed into quite the little village, with each writer and each commenter valued, and an active Troll-Patrol. Here we gather, we Rag Tag bunch of Misfits, from varied backgrounds, and bring share our insights. In doing so, we encourage each other to go out and proclaim Truth to the world– whether on facebook, other blogs, caucuses, the street, family, friends, random strangers. . . We learn to deconstruct lies, to dive into the hearts of issues, to expose the lies around us for what they are, and to succor those who seek Truth, who are confused and need an environment where they can work out their confusion.

[I count myself among the latter. Most of my blathering is me trying to Sort Things Out, and you lot have been remarkably patient with me.]

The size of our ministry is, at this time, rather small. But we emphasise quality over quantity. If we grow, we grow. If we stay the same size, we stay the same. We may not always agree on things. Our thoughts and insights may not always be original to us– but one thing we count on, is that each of us is sincere and honest in our writing. And that is what makes this place a Refuge, a small shining village of Trust and Truth in the grim forest of Fear and Madness.

In the midst of these thoughts, that great warrior Breitbart went and bought the farm. He was, is, our model of Fearlessness, of brazen courage, raging against the falling night, uncowed by any attack. So much has already be written on what we are to do now, how we all need to follow in his footsteps. I couldn’t agree more.

Last Thursday, I had taken the day off. I was cleaning my living room when the word first came onto Fox News that he had died. It was like a punch to the gut– I was so shocked, I thought that surely I’d misheard, or it was someone with a similar sounding name. . .  I heard Jonah Goldberg reminice a few minutes later, himself clearly in shock and grieving. Soon, I could bear no more, so I switched to the Funimation Channel. And there, they were showing the final eposides of the anime Soul Eater. A very strangely appropriate thing to see at the time. I was very moved the first time I saw the final episode, and seeing it again in this context gave it even more meaning for me.

There’s so much that I think is appropriate for reflection that I want to share it with you. The guy wrapped in bandages is the Kishin (Demon God) Ashura– he is the embodiment of Fear and Madness. His weapon is fear, and he radiates madness. Maka, the little girl with the pig-tails, in our heroine. She attends the DWMA (Death Weapon Meister’s Academy) in Nevada, where she, along with her fellow students, learn to weild their living weapon companions– her companion, Soul, is a scythe. They hunt down evil souls and harvest them to protect the innocents of the world, under the direction of Lord Death. She and her team are trapped insode a barrier with the Kishin, while her father, teachers, and other friends are locked outside, unable to help. At the beginning, all of her teammates have fallen, and only she and Soul remain. Watch her progress as she faces the Kishin, and note the moment when the tide changes, and what it was that changed things.

Watch the whole thing. It’s 23 minutes long, so bookmark it if you need to come back later.

And, yes, I chose the subtitled version for this. Usually, I’m not such a snob about such things, but the Dubbed translation was just off enough that for my purposes, the original was what was needed.

UPDATE: Related (h/t Gracie over at TCT). Remember, the word is: Courage!

Our Lady of Vailankanni

Meandering through the Crypt Church under the Shrine, I was thinking a lot on my friends Grunt and Shalini. One little chapel in particular really brought Shalini to mind– the Chapel for Our Lady of Vailankanni.

Standing just outside the chapel of Our Lady of Vailankanni

Visiting The Shrine

Around these parts, when a Catholic like yours truly talks about going to the Shrine, what they mean is “I’m going to visit the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception.”

I was down there all last night because they were taping the masses for shut-ins, and my church choir was the choir for those two dates (3rd and 5th Sunday of this upcoming Lent). They have the masses in the Crypt Church, which is one of my favorite places on the planet. If the upstairs is all Majesty, the downstairs Crypt Church is all Mystery.

I took some pictures with my cell phone of some of my favorite things. A friend was taking some others, and I’m hoping she emails me copies to add.

Oh, and there will be another post coming up right after this with a set that goes together.

Pictures after the break ^_^!

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Oh, Can’t you see what Love has done?

I think this is my favorite music video ever. Naturally, from my absolute Favoritest Rock Band EVAR!!!, U2.

A lot of people don’t realize that very early in their career, U2 albums tended to be filed by record sellers under “Christian/ Gospel”, because their lyrics were so very religious– even in Latin for one song (That would be “Gloria”, from the October album). Well, at the time, “Christian” music meant a very limited audience, and the band wanted to be heard by more people than that. They realized that if they replaced “Jesus” with “You”, or even “Love”, suddenly they were listed under Rock. All while the meanings remained the same, especially if people took the time to examine the lyrics. I don’t know how many other rock bands write songs about the Holy Spirit (Mysterious Ways), or the Last Supper from the point of view of Judas (Until the End of the World), but there you go.

What makes this video so touching, aside from the song, is the tribute it pays to so many other musicians and artists, across genres and times. Very, very nice.

Patron Saint for 2011

So, I went over to The Anchoress this morning, and she has a link to a Patron Saint Generator. Be sure to read her little article detailing how the tradition of picking a New Year’s saint works.

I was chosen by St. Peter the Apostle. Feast is June 29. Patron of (among other things and places):

against fever
against foot problems
against frenzy
bakers
bridge builders
butchers
clock makers
cobblers
fishermen
harvesters
locksmiths
longevity
masons
net makers
papacy
ship builders
shipwrights
stone masons
Universal Church
watch makers

Berlin, Germany, archdiocse of
Jackson, Mississippi, diocese of
Las Vegas, Nevada, diocese of
Marquette, Michigan, diocese of
Peterborough, Ontario, diocese of
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, archdiocese of
Providence, Rhode Island, diocese of
Scranton, Pennsylvania, diocese of

Chartres, France
Chatillon, Aosta, Italy
Cluny, France
Cologne, Germany
Exeter College, Oxford, England
London, England
Mdina, Malta
Montpellier, France
Morbegno, Italy
Nadur, Gozo, Malta
Namibe, Angola, diocese of
Poznan, Poland
Regensburg, Germany
Rome, Italy
Saint Petersburg, Russia
Sint Pieters Rode, Belgium
Umbria, Italy
Worms, Germany

Bath Abbey
Berchtesgaden Abbey
Corbie Abbey

Well, that’s a whole list of super practical things. Perhaps he’ll be helping me get my house in order this year? ^_^ Well, we’ll have to see.

8-28 Was Quite Something!

[Note: I have pics to go with this, ut I’m having trouble uploading them, so I’ll add them later]

It’s taken a few days to process my thoughts on the 8/28 Restoring Honor Rally on the Mall. I feel as though a duty has been laid upon me, while at the same time my spine has been stiffened against the brainwashing of my youth.

Snape and I left the house around 0630, arriving at the Mall about 0800. We were well prepared, with plenty of water, GORP, granola bars, first aide kits, N95 masks, journals, iphones, cash, and other supplies for “just in case.” This is because we are firm believers in Thatcher’s Law: The unexpected happens, so be ready for it. Likewise, we further propose that if a thing is expected, it won’t happen.

There was a crowd at the Metro station we started at, almost all of them headed to our same destination. Getting off at the Smithsonian Station was a steady stream of people leaving and turning left, toward the Washington Monument. People the whole way there were cheerful, pushing strollers and carrying fold-up lawn chairs.

We stopped a moment at the Washington Monument, taking a picture of it from the bottom, and then at the vistas around—the rising sun behind the Capitol, the White House, the Jefferson Memorial.

People were respectful of the WWII Memorial, setting up their places all around, not on, the Memorial. Snape and I worked our way around to the right (the north side of the Reflecting Pool), eventually finding a place on the hill in the trees, close to the first jumbo-tron in from the Memorial.

From my journal: It is packed here. I and [Snape] are among the trees, northside, closer to the WWII Memorial than the Lincoln. Neighbor peeps say more here than 9/12 last year. People like sardines the whole way, and beyond, still streaming in. People wearing T shirts w/ G. Washington kneeling in prayer, or the Founders’ Virtues Shirts, or Beck shirts. Everyone seems happy, upbeat. Some Gadsden and US Flags about. Flag purses. Uncle Sam hats.

[Snape] just mentioned that we should have brought popcorn, we are sitting on a hill, after all. [This is in reference to a funny Apocalypse dream I had in college.]

People around us from FL, MA, NY, ME. We’re apparently in the East Coast Contigent.

Weather is pleasantà low humidity, relatively low temp.

[Snape] opines: “Wish we had these numbers for March for Life”

Canada Geese, flying in formation over the Reflecting Pool get applause. . .

I’ll not go through blow by blow, as my journal does. Glen started by talking about the scars of America, saying that yes, America has done some terrible things. But she has also done marvelous things. We must learn from those horrible things and move on, not wallow in them until we become so sickened be wither away. Today, he said, “we focus on what’s good about America!”

It was quite something hearing Mrs. Palin speak about Marcus Luttrell, James Eddie Wright and Tom Kirk. So touching and inspiring. I confess I didn’t know about any of the award winners, but they too were quite something: Rev. CL Jackson, Albert Pujoles, and John Huntsman.

Hearing Dr. Alveda King speak was quite something, as well. She and Sarah both got standing ovations—much more than Mr. Beck himself. Dr. King reflected on the problems of America today, and what has and hasn’t changed since her Uncle (Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.) spoke at that same place 47 years ago. She also led us in singing “Life Every Voice and Sing!”, a sing we sing from time to time at Church.

At the end, Glenn addressed the crowd. There are, at this moment, no transcripts available, and I was unable to scribble much down at the time. He spoke of the 40 day pledge he had people make in July, which was structured on the Cardinal Virtues: Faith, Hope, and Charity. For Faith, people were to pray, on their knees, at least once a day, and let their children see them do it. People needed to have the physical reminder of their relationship with God. For Hope, people were to remove all lies from their life. Stop lying to others, stop lying to themselves. Seek the Truth, and then follow it. “The truth will set you free,” he said “But it will make you miserable first!” For Charity, he considered that Charity begins at home. So, he had people pledge to do one loving thing for someone in their family each day. Start with these things, he said, in preparation for Restoring Honor.

In his speech, then, he issued the challenge anew, this time framing it in the context of the final sentence in the Declaration of Independence: “. . . with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.” The first part, about Providence relating to Faith, Hope relating to “our lives”, Charity to “Our fortunes”, and that these together can preserve and uphold “our Sacred Honor.”

He spoke of the coming troubles, which I have been sensing for several years, so I’m afraid I cannot describe this knowing to someone who doesn’t have it. Just as we knew the storm was coming to drown New Orleans back in 2002, so too I have known about this storm. Either you can listen to the wind or you cannot, I suppose. The only quotes managed to snag from the air around me were: “The storm that is coming is not just an American storm . . .  it is a human storm . . . it is a global storm.” and  “God doesn’t choose the able, He enables the chosen”

If I get a hold of a transcript, I shall correct a quoted errors, and perhaps add more excepts in the future.
[I’ve posted a round up of other writings on the event, here]

Today might be the day . . .

Hints of voter fraud are already popping up on the internet, enough for people to be cataloguing them already. The big question in the MA Senate election has never been “Can Brown Win?” but rather “Can Brown win by a big enough margin that the– now sadly routine– Dem voter fraud is a made moot?”

After the last few elections, people expect the Dems to lie, cheat and steal as a matter of course, and if Brown doesn’t win big, the Unions, Acorn, and all the dead zombie voters of MA will work overtime, vote 10 times, beat people, intimidate people, until Cloakley “pulls it off.”

But maybe not this time. Maybe, today, the voters of MA remind their politicians just who is in charge. Maybe today they take the first step in pulling us back from the brink. Maybe today, the next revolution starts in MA, once more.

Here, let me supply some motivational music:

“I aim to misbehave”

In one of the posts I just recommended, the Hillboyz urge everyone to have a plan, should the Reid refuse to seat Scott Brown after his victory.

I’m not entirely sure what my plan is, aside from going downtown. But Brown’s supporters are called the “Brown Brigade”. This brought to mind a group of the same color, and one member in specific:

Good stuff, and oddly appropriate. . . I’ve nothing more specific, but perhaps I can send this around, and someone else will figure out what I too thick to realize. . .