Friday, November 30, 2007

November 30: Feast of St. Andrew, Apostle

O Glorious St. Andrew, you were the first to recognize and follow the Lamb of God. With your friend St. John you remained with Jesus for that first day, for your entire life, and now throughout eternity.

As you led your brother St. Peter to Christ, and many others after him, draw us also to Him.

Teach us to lead others to Christ solely out of love for Him, and dedication in His service.

Help us to learn the lesson of the Cross and to carry our daily crosses without complaint so that they may carry us to Jesus.

Amen.

The Cowboy of God Speaks Again

Here is a link to the Pope's new encyclical on the theological virtue of hope, Spe Salvi.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Novena for the Souls in Purgatory

The month of the Holy Souls in Purgatory is almost over, but it's never too late to offer prayers for their relief. Here is a beautiful novena for the Holy Souls from Purgatory: Explained by the Lives and Legends of the Saints, by Fr. F. X. Schouppe, S.J. (TAN Books, 1986 edition).

SUNDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood which Thy divine Son Jesus shed in the Garden, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and especially that one which is the most forsaken of all, and bring it into Thy glory, where it may praise and bless Thee forever. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be.

V. Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord.
R. And may perpetual light shine upon them.
V. May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
R. Amen.

MONDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood which Thy divine Son Jesus shed in His cruel scourging, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and among them all, especially that soul which is nearest to its entrance into Thy glory, that it may soon begin to praise Thee and bless Thee forever. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

TUESDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood of Thy divine Son Jesus that was shed in His bitter crowning with thorns, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and among them all, particularly that soul which is in the greatest need of our prayers, in order that it may not long be delayed in praising Thee in Thy glory and blessing Thee forever. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

WEDNESDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood of Thy divine Son Jesus that was shed in the streets of Jerusalem, whilst He carried on His sacred shoulders the heavy burden of the Cross, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and especially that one which is richest in merits in Thy sight, so that, having soon attained the high place in glory to which it is destined, it may praise Thee triumphantly and bless Thee forever. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

THURSDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Body and Blood of Thy divine Son Jesus, which He Himself, on the night before His Passion, gave as meat and drink to His beloved Apostles and bequeathed to His holy Church to be the perpetual Sacrifice and life-giving nourishment of His faithful people, deliver the souls in Purgatory, but most of all, that soul which which was most devoted to this Mystery of infinite love, in order that it may praise Thee therefor, together with Thy divine Son and the Holy Spirit in Thy glory forever. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

FRIDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood which Jesus, Thy divine Son, did shed this day upon the tree of the Cross, especially from His sacred hands and feet, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and particularly that soul for whom I am most bound to pray, in order that I may not be the cause which hinders Thee from admitting it quickly to the possession of Thy glory, where it may praise Thee and bless Thee for evermore. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

SATURDAY

O Lord God Almighty, I beseech Thee by the Precious Blood which gushed forth from the sacred side of Thy divine Son Jesus in the presence of and to the great sorrow of His most holy Mother, deliver the souls in Purgatory, and among them all, especially that soul which has been most devout to this noble Lady, that it may come quickly into Thy glory, there to praise Thee in her, and her in Thee, through all the ages. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be, Eternal Rest.

ON EVERY DAY OF THE NOVENA

V. O Lord, hear my prayer;
R. And let my cry come unto Thee.

O God, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful, grant unto the souls of Thy servants and handmaids the remission of all their sins, that through our devout supplications they may obtain the pardon they have always desired, Who livest and reignest, world without end. Amen. Eternal rest....

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Not a Moment Too Soon!

"Pope to purge the Vatican of modern music," screams the headline from Friday's Daily Telegraph online, saying it like it's a bad thing.

The Telegraph quotes Msgr. Valentin Miserachs Grau, the director of the Pontifical Institute of Sacred Music, as commenting on serious "deviations" (scare quotes in original) in the performance of sacred music. "How far we are from the true spirit of sacred music," said the astute Monsignor. "How can we stand it that such a wave of inconsistent, arrogant and ridiculous profanities have so easily gained a stamp of approval in our celebrations?...Due to general ignorance, especially in sectors of the clergy, there exists music which is devoid of sanctity, true art and universality." Yes! Rome gets it!

One of Mother Angelica's guests years ago, a priest who was also an expert on liturgical music, uttered a line that drew applause, and deservedly so, regarding the crappola that has been so popular for too long. "When the sun of culture is low on the horizon," he said, "even dwarves cast long shadows."

Friday, November 23, 2007

November 23: Feast of Bl. Miguel Pro, S.J., Martyr of Mexico

This is Bl. Miguel Agustín Pro, S.J., praying moments before his execution by firing squad in Mexico City exactly eighty years ago today. He was condemned to death on trumped-up charges of taking part in the attempted assassination of former president Álvaro Obregón. His murderer, President Plutarco Calles, invited the press to come and document the execution in hopes of portraying the Catholics as sniveling, groveling cowards.

However, Calles was to be so sorely disappointed in this attempt to defame the Catholic Church that he would to have all the photographs recalled and outlawed their possession. Exhibit A: Father Pro, the first of the victims to be led out to his death on November 23, 1927. He walked calmly to the place of execution; then, having been granted his last request, he fell to his knees in prayer. He rose to his feet and faced the firing squad, praying God's mercy on them. Refusing a blindfold, he stretched out his arms in the form of a cross, a crucifix in one hand and a rosary in the other. As the firing squad took aim, he cried out, "¡Viva Cristo Rey! (Long live Christ the King!)" Shaken by Father Pro's heroism in the face of death, the soldiers succeeded only in wounding him. As Fr. Pro lay on the ground, one soldier walked up and dispatched him with a single, point-blank gunshot to the head. He was 36. Bl. Miguel Pro was beatified by Pope John Paul II on September 25, 1988.

Prayer Composed by Bl. Miguel Pro in the Shadow of Death

Does our life become from day to day more painful, more oppressive, more replete with afflictions? Blessed be He a thousand times who desires it so. If life be harder, love makes it also stronger, and only this love, grounded on suffering, can carry the Cross of my Lord Jesus Christ. Love without egotism, without relying on self, but enkindling in the depth of the heart an ardent thirst to love and suffer for all those around us: a thirst that neither misfortune nor contempt can extinguish... I believe, O Lord; but strengthen my faith... Heart of Jesus, I love Thee; but increase my love. Heart of Jesus, I trust in Thee; but give greater vigor to my confidence. Heart of Jesus, I give my heart to Thee; but so enclose it in Thee that it may never be separated from Thee. Heart of Jesus, I am all Thine; but take care of my promise so that I may be able to put it in practice even unto the complete sacrifice of my life.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Giving Thanks

By the President of the United States of America. a Proclamation. [Source.]

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor--and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me "to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness."

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be--That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks--for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country previous to their becoming a Nation--for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his Providence which we experienced in the tranquillity, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed--for the peaceable and rational manner, in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted--for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed; and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

and also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions--to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually--to render our national government a blessing to all the people, by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed--to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shewn kindness onto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord--To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the encrease of science among them and us--and generally to grant unto all Mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New-York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

Go: Washington

No, this isn't the Democrat National Convention, or a MoveOn.Org caucus, or even Hillary Clinton's campaign staff.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Parliament of Fowles

I didn't take this picture of a flock of starlings landing on a tree, but this looks very similar to what I'm seeing out here in the country today -- except there are a lot more of them.

We've had a flock of these little guys that's just been growing and growing for the last few weeks, until there are millions of them in the neighborhood. They fly around in a sort of random formation, like a school of fish, then light in trees or fields, or on power lines -- hundreds of them in a row. But they never stay anywhere long, because it doesn't take much to disturb them: at the least provocation, they take off en masse.

The sound of a huge flock of little birds amid the background of rural silence is amazing. When there are thousands of them sitting in one tree, they do a lot of chattering; but they also make the tree rustle as though a strong wind was blowing through it. When they take off all at once, all their wings together literally thunder as they labor to reach escape velocity. When a vast flock of them passes overhead, their wings beat the air like thousands of tiny fans.

Certain people, it is true, regard starlings as pests, and Alfred Hitchcock did a huge disservice by causing vast flocks of birds to evoke horrific images in the public consciousness; but these little guys are a wonder of creation, singly and collectively. I like 'em.

Even if I have to be careful not to go bare-headed underneath them.

The Mathetes Award

I have been very late in acknowledging receipt of the above Mathetes Award by Athanasius Contra Mundum, a loyal reader of this site. I am to pass this award on to five other sites, to wit:

L.A. Catholic, for promoting the cause of life and for keeping the heat on in one of the most liberal archdioceses on the entire planet (which happens to be my home archdiocese)

Orthometer, for promoting guns, guts and authentic Catholicism (not to mention authentic priestly garb)

Our Lady's Tears, for promoting devotion to the Holy Souls in Purgatory

Pro Ecclesia * Pro Familia * Pro Civitate, for promoting sanity in the law and devotion to St. Thomas More

Random Fandom Red Sox NYC, for promoting Gregorian Chant

Vox Cantor, for promoting liturgical sanity

Totus Pius, for promoting Popes named Pius (especially the holy and thoroughly adorable Pius XII)

Okay, so that's seven. No matter: they're all deserved.

Cathlofascism!


Hey, I've been banned by the Spirit of Vatican 2 "Catholic" Faith Community! I rate the following demerits:

BS: Bells & Smells
CF: Cathlofascist (my favorite)
EM: Extreme Medievalism
IT: Intolerant
R: Republicanism
UM: Ultramontanism

Saturday, November 17, 2007: the Feast of the Banning. A great day in the history of V for Victory!.

Monday, November 19, 2007

St. Denis: Patron against Headaches

When I went looking for a saint to invoke against headaches for a dear friend who is suffering from migraines, I knew I'd found my man when I saw this picture. As a migraine sufferer myself, I can attest that this picture says it all.

St. Denis was a missionary and the first Bishop of Paris. Stung by his successes in snatching brands from the burning, the pagans beheaded St. Denis in about A.D. 250. He is said to have carried his head away from the scene of his execution, and is frequently so depicted in art. St. Denis and his companions are invoked in the Dominican Litany of Saints. His feast is October 9. He is one of the Fourteen Holy Helpers.

St. Denis, with your powerful intercession, come to the aid of those who suffer from migraines!

November 20, 1945: The Nuremberg Trials Begin

Today is the 62nd anniversary of the opening of the Nuremberg trials, when the warlords of Nazi Germany were held to answer for their crimes. In the spirit of solidarity with the striking Hollywood writer crowd, whose actions are apparently resulting in more reruns (how is it possible to tell?), and because I'm bereft of other ideas at the moment, here is a re-posting of my analysis of the Nuremberg trials from last year's anniversary.

Nuremberg (Nürnberg) is a picturesque city that, for at least a thousand years, has sat astride the Pegnitz River in the state of Bavaria in southern Germany. For centuries, Nuremberg was a key center both of trade and the administration of the Holy Roman Empire, and was known as the empire’s unofficial capital. In 1298, in an ominous foreshadowing of its distant future, Nuremberg was the site of a notorious pogrom in which 698 Jews perished for allegedly desecrating the Blessed Sacrament. During the 15th and 16th centuries, Nuremberg was the center of the Renaissance in Germany; its fortunes declined at the beginning of the 19th century with the formal dissolution of the Holy Roman Empire.

On the surface, Nuremberg appeared to recapture its old glory in the 1930s when, as part of its campaign to connect itself in the public imagination to the Holy Roman Empire, the Nazi régime made the city a national shrine and chose it as the site of its annual party rallies. The city that had once been a Mecca of trade and culture and a nerve center of the empire founded by Charlemagne now became a den of race hatred and anti-Semitism. From the earliest days of the Nazi régime, the city came under the rule of the venomous and sadistic Julius Streicher, publisher of three anti-Semitic children’s books and Der Stürmer, a Jew-hating, anti-Catholic, pornographic weekly so foul that it was too much even for the likes of Hermann Göring, who founded the Gestapo and the concentration camps, and Baldur von Schirach, head of the Hitler Youth. The so-called “Nuremberg Laws” that deprived German Jews of citizenship rights were first promulgated at a meeting of the Reichstag in Nuremberg in 1935. Later, when war came, Nuremberg was an important center for the manufacture of munitions. By 1945, systematic Allied bombing raids had cost the lives of at least 6,000 of Nuremberg’s citizens and reduced the city to rubble. Nuremberg had paid dearly for its prestige under Hitler.

Now that the war was over, and most of the Nazi chieftains were either dead or in captivity, the city of Nuremberg would begin to expiate the sins of its past. It was in part precisely because it was sacred to the Nazi régime that Nuremberg was chosen as the site for the Nazi war crimes trials, which began 61 years ago today.

Journalist and broadcaster William S. Shirer spent years living in and covering Nazi Germany, and actually met and conversed with many of the top Nazis during their heyday. When the war ended, he returned to Germany to witness the trials at Nuremberg. In his book The Nightmare Years: 1930-1940 (Little, Brown & Company, Boston, 1984 at 633), Shirer describes his impression of the 21 defendants in the dock:

I was shocked at my first sight of them. How the mighty had fallen! Shorn of the power and the trappings of Nazism, how common and mediocre they looked. Was it possible, I asked myself, that these nondescript, little men, fidgeting nervously in their shabby garb, were the ones who when last you saw them wielded such monstrous power? How could they, so measly of countenance as they slumped in their seats, have conquered a great nation and then all of Western Europe? They no longer looked like conquerors, like chieftains of the Master Race. Gone was the arrogance, the insolence, the truculence…. “Broken, miserable little men!” I jotted down in my running notes. [Emphasis in original.]

In contemplating the Nuremberg trials, it is worthwhile to pause over the objections to such trials – not all of which objections are frivolous, even if they are ultimately unpersuasive. The first and most obvious is that the Nuremberg trials were nothing more than victor’s justice: a double standard in the application of justice to the vanquished by the victors. This is arguably true as it relates to the representation of the Soviet Union on the tribunal. Clearly, the same standards of civilized conduct were not being applied equally to the bloody Nazis, and the even bloodier Soviets, who initially aided and abetted Hitler in his bid to conquer eastern Europe and whose main judge, Iona Nikitchenko, was one of Stalin’s top show trial impresarios between 1936 and 1938. The argument is wholly unpersuasive in the case of the United States, Britain and France, which were also represented on the tribunal, since there is no stretch of the imagination by which it can be claimed that anything they did is even in the same league as Nazi atrocities. Also, the fact that the Soviet butchers were not brought to justice does not mean the Nazi butchers should not have been. There is no question that Hitlerism failed to meet even the most minimal standards by which a civilized nation must be governed. Even in spite of the participation of Soviet judges, the allegations of victor’s justice must frankly stammer and fall silent before the horrors Hitler unleashed on the world, the scale and brutality of which beggar the imagination.

Another argument raised in opposition to the Nuremberg trials was that they violated the principle against ex post facto justice that is enshrined in our own Constitution. The reason for outlawing ex post facto justice is that notice is a material element of due process: no one can or should be convicted of committing an act that was not a crime at the time it was committed. Similarly, the argument ran, at least some of the charges in the indictment – participation in a common plan or conspiracy for the accomplishment of crimes against peace; planning, initiating and waging wars of aggression; war crimes; crimes against humanity – were not codified at the time the acts giving rise to those charges were committed, such that the defendants were on notice that they were committing culpable acts. But ever since the day Moses carried the Ten Commandments down from Mount Sinai, all of mankind has been on notice that murder is a crime; and if murdering one person is a crime punishable by death, then surely, so is mass murder, planned and carried out on an industrial scale. As St. Paul says in Romans 2:15, “what the law requires is written on [our] hearts”; the very fact that our consciences are shocked by the Nazis’ deeds bears witness to the truth of these words. But even if this were not enough, as early as October 30, 1943, in their joint Moscow Declaration, the Allies had publicly warned the Axis of their resolve to find and punish war criminals. None of the defendants could say they hadn’t been warned.

Finally, there are the due process considerations. The London Charter of the International Military Tribunal makes clear that the trials did not rise to the level of due process as we understand it in this country. Although the defendants were entitled to counsel and a defense – and in fact mounted lengthy and vigorous defenses – certain key procedural and substantive safeguards were unquestionably lacking. The right to remain silent, enshrined in the United States as a constitutional guarantee, did not exist. Defendants did not have the right to appeal their convictions, although the severity of their sentences was subject to review. And there were no firm safeguards to guarantee the reliability of the evidence that would be admitted before the tribunal. There were no rules of evidence as such, so that a defendant facing a sentence of death could, at least in theory, be convicted on the basis of evidence that was inherently unreliable, such as hearsay. But in judging the justness of an international tribunal before which defeated war criminals are brought, which is the relevant inquiry: whether the tribunal measures up to the highest ideal? or how it compares to the alternatives – such as summary execution? As chief prosecutor Robert Jackson said in his opening statement: “That four great nations, flushed with victory and stung with injury stay the hand of vengeance and voluntarily submit their captive enemies to the judgment of the law is one of the most significant tributes that Power has ever paid to Reason.”

The trial of Nazi Germany’s major war criminals lasted until October 1, 1946. Of the 24 individuals who were indicted, three were acquitted; one was found medically unfit to stand trial; one committed suicide before the trial began; and 19 were convicted. Seven defendants received prison sentences ranging from 10 years to life. The rest were sentenced to death: Hermann Göring, Hitler’s chief deputy, head of the Luftwaffe and founder of the concentration camps; Joachim von Ribbentrop, Nazi foreign minister and negotiator of the infamous Molotov-Ribbentrop pact; Martin Bormann, Nazi party secretary; Fritz Sauckel, who ran the Nazi slave labor program; Hans Frank, ruler of occupied Poland; Wilhelm Frick, Minister of the Interior and author of the Nuremberg Laws; Wilhelm Keitel, head of the Wehrmacht, and Alfred Jodl, his subordinate; Ernst Kaltenbrunner, leader of the Austrian SS and head of an umbrella organization that governed, among other things, the Sicherheitsdienst and the Gestapo; Alfred Rosenberg, Nazi party racial philosopher; Arthur Seyss-Inquardt, who had handed Austria over to Hitler in 1938; Julius Streicher, inciter of murder and Jew-hatred. On October 16, 1946, the condemned Nazis (except Göring, who cheated the hangman by committing suicide, and Bormann, who had been tried and convicted in absentia) died at the end of a rope. After the executions, the crematory ovens at Dachau were lit once more, this time to consume the bodies of those who had fed them for so long with the corpses of so many innocents. No one knows for certain where their ashes were scattered.

The crimes of the Nazi war criminals screamed to heaven for retribution, and retribution was meted out at Nuremberg. This alone makes Nuremberg worthwhile. But at least equally importantly, especially in an age of Nazi sympathizers and Holocaust deniers, Nuremberg served the purpose of placing on record abundant and overwhelming proof of Hitler’s unspeakable vengeance against his enemies, especially the Jews. In the final analysis, whatever the flaws and imperfections of the Nuremberg tribunal, the results are quite difficult – if not impossible – to quarrel with.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Winter

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

William Shakespeare

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

They Read My Mind!

Ah, how many times I have searched frantically for a way to surreptitiously kill the sound system after Communion. Here is The Recusant Cricket Club's "Ten Questions for 'Folk' Choirs" (h/t Catholic Church Conservation), with my additions and comments, as always, in bolded red:

1. Why when many churches have perfectly adequate choir lofts do you have to stand in full view in front of/in the sanctuary?

2. Why should a ‘folk’ group have a sound system roughly the size of a Rolling Stones tour ca. 1976?

3. The GIRM provides for periods of silence in Mass. Have you read this?

4. Why are folk groups nearly always ‘led’ by a woman - not very inclusive is it? (and if you are so keen on actuosa particpatio why is everything pitched for castrati?) [Related question: Why are the leading lights of the Life Teen bands all baby boomers? I thought one of the guiding principles of the baby boom generation was not to trust anybody over 30.]

5. Why do folk groups dress for a midweek trip to the pub rather than an encounter with the Lord God Almighty? [Hey, man, Jesus is just happy to have me there!]

6. Why does every intro start “Dum-dum-dum-dum-chinga-dum-chinga-dum-chinga….”? [You don't think that's what the choirs of angels sound like when we join in their unending hymn of praise?]

7. Is there no folk setting for Faith of our Fathers or Sweet Sacrament Divine? (It’s always Eagle’s Wings and the like) [Yes, there is. It's horrible. Don't ask for it.]

8. Given that proper folk artists like Kate Rusby produce music which is by turns melodic, plaintive or joyous, how come most folk groups sound like The Wurzels?

9. Do you really have to start loud conversations immediately after Mass in/in front of the Sanctuary as you dismantle your equipment and as other people are making their thanksgiving after Mass?

10. How do I get rid of you?

Wile E. Coyote Would Be Proud




Surely, this also reflects positively on my loyal readership!

H/T Is My Phylactery Showing?


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The Man for All Seasons on the Distribution of Wealth

Here is some wisdom from St. Thomas More, from A Dialogue of Comfort against Tribulation, on the subject of the unequal distribution of property. Just something to keep in mind the next time we hear, in the prayers of the faithful, a petition for "equal" distribution of wealth. (Compare the Federalist Papers on the same subject.)

[T]here have to be people with wealth, because otherwise you'll have, by God, more beggars than there already are, and no one left able to relieve anyone else. For in my mind I feel quite certain of this: that if tomorrow all the money in this country were brought together out of everyone's hands and laid all in one heap, and then divided out equally to everyone, things would be worse on the day after that than they were on the day before. For I suppose that when it was all equally divided among all, the one who had been doing the best would be left little better off than the average beggar is now. However was a beggar before would be so little enriched by what he received that he would still not be much more than a beggar. Many a rich person, on the other hand, if his riches consisted only of movable assets, would be safe enough from riches for perhaps the rest of his life.

People cannot, as you well know, live here in this world unless some individuals provide for many others a means of making a living. Not everyone can have a ship of his own; nor can everyone be a merchant without a stock. Not everyone can have his own plough. But such things, as you well know, must be had by somebody. And who could make a living as a tailor if no one could put in an order to have a garment made? Or as a construction worker, or a carpenter, if no one could finance the building of either a church or a house? Who would be the makers of any kind of cloth if there were no one with the capital needed to put different groups of people to work? A man with only two ducats to his name would most likely be better off if he gave them both away and left himself not a penny, if he lost absolutely everything he had, than if the rich man who puts him to work every week were to lose half of his money; for then the poor man would probably be out of work. The substance of the rich is, indeed, the wellspring of the livelihood of the poor. And so it would go with this poor man as it did with the woman in one of Aesop's fables. She had a hen that laid her a golden egg every day. But one day she decided she'd rather have a great many eggs at once, so she killed her hen -- and found only one or two eggs inside her. Thus for a few she lost many.

Monday, November 12, 2007

It's About Time to Beatify Pope Pius XII

Fr. Gonzales at Overheard in the Sacristy has the dope on the the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights and the Society of Catholic Social Scientists, which are petitioning the Pope to expedite the cause for sainthood of the holy, completely adorable and much-maligned Pope Pius XII.

So far from being Hitler's lap dog, Pope Pius XII was hated and despised by the Nazis, whose evil machinations he resisted at every opportunity. In fact, in 1943, Hitler conspired to kidnap the Pope who was doing so much to thwart his plans for world domination and the extermination of the Jews. The Soviet Union, which engineered the libel against Pius XII, may now be extinct, but the howls of leftists like Abraham Foxman against Pius' cause for sainthood prove that Soviet stooges live on.

May Pope Pius XII be raised to the altar soon. (And Bl. Margaret of Castello too, on the same day.)

November 12-15, 1942: Battle of Guadalcanal

Today is the 65th anniversary of the beginning of the naval Battle of Guadalcanal, decisive in the Allies' campaign to liberate the Solomon Islands during World War II.

From this point, the United States Navy grew in strength, while the Japanese Navy waned; though the Japanese would go on to win some victories after this battle, it would ultimately prove unable to halt the Allied advance in the Pacific.

Veteran's Day

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year 1918, World War I officially ended with the signing of the Armistice in a railroad car in the forest of Compiègne. The day was thereafter known as Armistice Day, until after World War II, which proved that the Armistice was in fact nothing more than a temporary reprieve.

Here's to all you veterans out there who DON'T get your special day off!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Time to Take Back All the Nasty Things We've Said about France?

No, not all the nasty things. From his address to Congress yesterday, it's clear that President Nicolas Sarkozy of France still subscribes to some kookburger leftist doctrines like global warming. But it's also clear that Sarkozy gives the lie to the liberal nail-biting about how the world will "hate" America for standing up to terrorism. And he's revived a unique concept: gratitude for what the United States has done, particularly for France:

Ladies and gentlemen, the men and women of my generation heard their grandparents talk about how, in 1917, America saved France at a time when my country had reached the final limits of its strength, at a time when France was exhausted, had spent its strength in the most absurd and bloodiest of wars, and France was able to count upon the courage of American soldiers. And I have come to say to you on behalf of the French people that never, never will we forget that.

The men and women of my generation heard their parents talk about how America returned in 1944 to free us from the horrifying tyranny that threatened to enslave us. And fathers in my country took their sons to see the vast cemeteries where, under thousands of white crosses so far from home, thousands of young American soldiers lay who had fallen not to defend their own freedom but the freedom of all others, who died far from their homes not to defend their own families and their own homeland but to defend humanity as a whole. That is why we love America.

And the fathers took their sons to the beaches, the beaches where the young men of America had so heroically landed. And the fathers read to their sons the admirable letters of farewell that those soldiers, those 20-year-old soldiers, had written to their families before the battle to say to them: "We don't consider ourselves to be heroes. We want this war to be over. But however much dread we may feel, you can count on us.'' Before they landed, Eisenhower told them, and we have not forgotten in Europe these words: ``The eyes of the world are upon you, young men of America. The hopes and prayers of all liberty-loving people everywhere march with you.'' And the children of my generation, as they listened to their fathers, as they watched movies, as they read history books and the letters of your soldiers who died on our beaches in Normandy or Provence, as they visited the cemeteries where the Star-Spangled Banner flies, the children of my generation have understood that these young 20-year-old Americans were true heroes to whom we owed the fact that we were free people and not slaves. America liberated us and this is an eternal debt we owe America. As President of the French Republic, my duty is to say to the people of America that you represent in its vast diversity, that France will never forget the sacrifice of your children. And to say to the families of those who did not return, those who did not come back, to those children who cried the loss of their fathers whom they had virtually had no time to know, that the gratitude of France is forever. On behalf of my generation that did not suffer under the war, on behalf of those children who will always remember, and to all the veterans present here, and in particular to the seven I was honored enough to decorate last night, one of whom, Senator Inouye, belongs to your Congress, I want to express the deep, sincere gratitude of the French people. And I want to tell you something, something important: Every time whenever an American soldier falls somewhere in the world, I think of what the American Army did for France. I think of them and I am sad, as one is saddened to lose a member of one's family.

How about that?

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

More of My Favorite Movie Lines

I know the world has been waiting to hear more of my favorite movie lines. Besides, it's a slow day and I can't think of anything else to post.

El Dorado (John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, James Caan, Arthur Hunnicut, Paramount, 1966)

Sheriff J.P. Harrah (Robert Mitchum): What the hell are you looking at?
Cole Thornton (John Wayne): I'm lookin' at a tin star with a drunk pinned on it.



A Christmas Story, Peter Billingsley, Darren McGavin, Melinda Dillon, Christmas Tree Films, 1983)

Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word. The Queen Mother of all dirty words. The F-dash-dash-dash word.


Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Monty Python, Michael White Productions, 1975)

Listen, lad. I built this kingdom up from nothing. When I started here, all there was was swamp. Other kings said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built it all the same, just to show 'em. It sank into the swamp. So, I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third one. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up! And that's what you're gonna get, lad: the strongest castle in these islands.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

A Splash of Cold Water on a Sleepy Town

On the 65th anniversary of the Battle of El Alamein, the Allies' first victory in World War II, I've been re-reading an old classic I first enjoyed during my college years: the late David Brinkley's Washington Goes to War: The Extraordinary Story of the Transformation of a City and a Nation. From interviews, archives, and his own recollections, Brinkley paints an endearing portrait of a sleepy Southern town that was suddenly thrust into the center of world events, and how it coped -- or failed to cope.

Not even World War I, the "war to end all war," or even the not-too-distant rumblings of another conflagration in Europe, had prepared Washington, D.C. for the onslaught that was to descend upon it on December 7, 1941. The skeleton military establishment, equipped with obsolete gear that not even the oldest soldiers could identify, was almost voted out of existence on the eve of the war. Senators, congressmen and army officers were more preoccupied with social climbing than attending to the nation's business. And one of the biggest problems the residents of the District of Columbia faced -- apart from the oppressive summer heat -- was the crass brand of bureaucrat that Franklin Roosevelt's New Deal had caused to be imported by the truckload.

Then came Pearl Harbor, the event that caught Washington with its pants down -- and many military officers with no pants at all, at least of the uniform variety. Brinkley describes the spectacle of officers ordered to report for duty on the morning of December 8th in full uniform:
Their peacetime dress, on duty and off, generally had run to outfits like brown tweed jackets and gray trousers, and the higher ranks had worn uniforms only on ceremonial occasions. Some barely owned any. And so on Monday morning the corridors of the army and navy buildings were filled with officers who looked a mess. Some wore uniforms and parts of uniforms dating to 1918, many of them now two sizes too small. Majors were in outfits they had bought when they were second lieutenants. Others were dressed in clothes partly military and partly civilian. There were wool leg wrappings from the 1918 war and other outfits equally outlandish and topped with garrison caps (leather bills), field caps (the "overseas" cap folding open like an envelope) and campaign hats (wide brimmed, as worn by forest rangers and Boy Scouts). It was a rummage sale called to war.
Going from 0 to 60 in 2 seconds, Washingtonians began hoarding. It would be better, Brinkley observed, if they had stocked up on cigarettes, coffee, sugar, liquor and household appliances, which would ultimately prove scarce; but for the moment, people just started buying whatever was on the shelves -- especially canned pineapple, which comes from Hawaii, which had just been hit. "A Ford station wagon left a Connecticut Avenue store," says Brinkley, "so grossly overloaded with canned foods the rear end sagged down and rubbed on the tires, causing black smoke and a horrible odor as it crept slowly toward Chevy Chase, the front end so high in the air the driver could hardly see ahead, his headlights shining upward into the trees." Canned pineapple would be plentiful throughout the war, but not the tires this guy was destroying in his mania for canned pineapple.

Then there was the excitement of preparing for catastrophe. Brinkley sums up the city's first ever air raid drill in two words: "A disaster."
Washington's only air raid siren was left over from World War I and was mounted on top of the electric power company's building downtown. Newspapers and radio stations had warned the citizenry for days in advance that they would be required to take cover, keep away from windows and stay inside until the all-clear sounded. Everyone was ready and waiting, a little excited, some with beer and sandwiches for sustenance while they hid under their beds. They had not seen all those newsreels and Hollywood movies about the bombing of London for nothing. The moment came. A city officer threw a switch. Nothing. The old siren was so rusty and creaky it could put out no more than a modest squawk, its volume about equal to that of a chicken with her neck caught in the henhouse door. It could not be heard across the street. Everyone had expected a chilling, frightening but secretly pleasing scream. What they got was an undulating, croaking wheeze.
The city may have had no air raid siren, but at least there were anti-aircraft guns...maybe. The Secret Service urged the Army to place anti-aircraft guns on the roofs of government buildings. There turned out to be too few guns, so the Army made up the difference with painted wooden replicas. "A few real guns were installed," says Brinkley, "but since none was ever fired, it was not known until years later that the ammunition stacked up beside them was the wrong size."

Then there was the byzantine array of bureaucratic agencies known by their initials, the infamous "alphabet soup," so complicated that not even those who ran them could figure them out. At a press conference, Interior Secretary Harold Ickes was asked about a ruling by the OPC (Office of Petroleum Coordination). "I can't speak for the OPC," he said. After an uncomfortable pause, an aided whispered in his ear that he was the director of the OPC. "I'm all balled up on these initials," said Ickes. At least Ickes had the cold consolation of not having to speak for the PWPGSJSISIACWPB, which issued wartime regulations for plumbers.

Along with bureaucratic paperwork, for which space was quickly running out, mismanagement, redundancy, waste and sheer bungling in the nation's capital burgeoned to the point that it is amazing we ever won the war. The Central Administrative Services, for example (CAS) was created in an attempt to manage office supplies, equipment, messengers, car pools, mail, trash collection and maintenance. It quickly became a sink of corruption and incompetence; as Brinkley put it, it "bungled, dropped, spilled, lost or stole almost everything it touched." Its mail delivery was impossible, going either to the wrong destinations or not going at all. "CAS messengers, mostly teenaged boys too young for the draft, roared through the streets on motorcycles, leaving clouds of mail blowing out of their shoulder sacks and scattered in the streets behind them." In 1943, bundles of confidential mail from the Office of War Information was found lying in a gutter. CAS chauffers used limousines for joyriding; CAS mechanics drained gasoline tanks of their contents for their own use; CAS trash collectors couldn't even properly dispose of trash, "mixing 'safe' trash with 'classified' trash and strewing both kinds all over town."

Much of the wartime mushroom cloud of paper was pure waste. The Office of Price Administration hired a management firm of "efficiency experts" in its fight against waste and confusion. One mouse the mountain brought forth in its labor: a complicated memorandum instructing employees on how to use their desk drawers. Then there were the paper salvos back and forth over problems that should have taken 30 seconds to resolve. An inspector in the army Medical Corps whose office had been overrun by ants applied to the quartermaster for insecticide. The quartermaster replied that it only supplied poison for ants that had nested inside of Army buildings, and that ants coming in from outside needed to be dealt with by Engineering. The inspector wrote back: "'It is rather difficult to determine which ant comes from within and which from without...and this could result in a Quartermaster ant being exterminated by Engineering poison...and lead to lengthy letters of explanation.'"

The flood of government employees brought with it enormous problems of public transportation and housing strained beyond the breaking point. One woman who was a young WAVE at the time recalled, "'I rode the trolleys home and they kept getting new motormen brought in from out of town, they didn't know the streets and at the switching points at intersections they had to ask the passengers which way the car was supposed to go. We told them.'" Whereas the military housed their own, albeit poorly, civilian workers had to fend for themselves. "'NEWCOMERS DISCOVER PRIVATE BATHS WENT OUT WITH HITLER,' the Washington Post reported. 'Walking distance,' it added, applied only to cross-country runners."

Throughout the war, Washington high society still carried on partying; Republicans and Democrats still carried on bickering; the newspapers, right and left, carried on their vitriol. Meanwhile, the wartime government carried on expanding, and still expands to this day, sixty-six years after Pearl Harbor. When victory was finally won, in spite of the inefficiency and bungling and bureaucratic nightmares, the sleepy little town "had come out of the war as the capital of the only major country in the world on the winning side, or any side, to survive without a scratch. But those looking for a return to the quiet, easy Washington life they had known in peacetime would not find it. That world was gone. It was replaced by a world that demanded American military power to occupy Japan and save what was left of Western Europe."

And the story of how this cataclysmic change took place is very engagingly told by David Brinkley.

Monday, November 05, 2007

November 5, 1942: "Ring Out the Bells!"

This is the sixty-fifth anniversary of the Second Battle of El Alamein, a much-needed victory and the battle that Winston Churchill called the turning of the hinge of fate. "Ring out the bells!" said General Bernard Law "Monty" Montgomery to the Prime Minister, notifying him of the defeat of Erwin Rommel, the "Desert Fox," and the end of German ambitions in North Africa. Churchill had proposed to ring all the bells in England as soon as it was clear that the victory -- the first for the Allies in the war -- had been won. "Before Alamein, we never had a victory," said Churchill afterwards. "After Alamein, we never had a defeat."

As a reward for his achievement, "Monty," pictured to the left, was created 1st Viscount Montgomery of Alamein.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Ten Times Happy Me

As a decrepit father takes delight,
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give,
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live:
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee,
This wish I have, then ten times happy me.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet No. 37

Saturday, November 03, 2007

November 3: Feast of St. Martin de Porres, OP


Prayer to St. Martin de Porres, Dominican Friar

To you Saint Martin de Porres we prayerfully lift up our hearts filled with serene confidence and devotion. Mindful of your unbounded and helpful charity to all levels of society and also of your meekness and humility of heart, we offer our petitions to you. Pour out upon our families the precious gifts of your solicitous and generous intercession; show to the people of every race and every color the paths of unity and of justice; implore from our Father in heaven the coming of his kingdom, so that through mutual benevolence in God men may increase the fruits of grace and merit the rewards of eternal life. Amen.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Been to Mass Yet?

Please also check out the posts under the following Victory Topics:

Life of Bl. Margaret Series
Pius XII
St. Dominic Novena
St. Thomas More

And then get to Mass, if you haven't been already.

And the smoke of the incense of the prayers of the saints ascended up before God from the hand of the angel. (Apocalypse 8:4)
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