The Pope spoke

Wow.  From John Paul II’s encyclical “Centesimus Annus,” about utopian dictatorship:

“When people think they possess the secret of a perfect social organization which makes evil impossible, they also think that they can use any means, including violence and deceit, in order to bring that organization into being. Politics then becomes a ‘secular religion’ which operates under the illusion of creating paradise in this world.”

It’s quoted by Sandro Magister reporting responses by pro-capitalism Italians to a recent much-discussed pro-Marxist essay by a German Catholic political scientist “highly esteemed” by Benedict XVI, who is shortly to issue a socioeconomic encyclical.

Magister further quotes “Centesimus” as to whether capitalism is good for people:

“If by ‘capitalism’ is meant an economic system which recognizes the fundamental and positive role of business, the market, private property and the resulting responsibility for the means of production, as well as free human creativity in the economic sector, then the answer is certainly in the affirmative, even though it would perhaps be more appropriate to speak of a business economy, market economy or simply free economy.”

You can’t beat that.

Making one parish out of three in Waukegan

A new Catholic parish in Waukegan has its new pastor, a Loyola U.-Chicago philosophy teacher and veteran of the Peru mission.  He is Rev. Daniel Hartnett, S.J., who is to lead “a new Catholic presence in Waukegan,” according to the Chicago archdiocese’s director of research and planning, Jean Welter.

Welter explained to the News-Sun: “There were so many original ethnic parishes up there, and it’s still diverse . . .  We still have the older ethnic groups and Latinos.”

A Waukegan priest, Rev. Gary Graf, and representatives of three parishes worked out a quasi-merger plan.  The resulting quasi-single parish has been handed over to Father Hartnett.

It seems to be where a shortage of priests meets a shortage of anglos, which together meet a reasonable solution.  It’s announced as a new-pastor story —

A philosophy professor who spent 23 years ministering to the poor in a squatter settlement in Peru has been named pastor of a newly formed Roman Catholic parish in Waukegan.

— but seems equally if not primarily a neat bit of ecclesiastical problem-solving.  Not till the sixth paragraph, however, do we have details:

Each church will continue to operate, but will be referred to as the Holy Family site, IC [Immaculate Conception] site and Queen of Peace site. “Thank God,” Graf said. “We need every building we have.”

Come to think more on it, it’s one priest for three parishes — not quite a sow’s ear, but calling nonetheless for silk-purse treatment?

Mixed Bag

Life of an image: Our headline of the week is “Icon given a fighting chance,” in 6/2/09 Chi Trib business section for lead-off hard-copy story.

Yes, and Obama couldn’t have said it better. In fact, he did, on 6/1, calling his plan “viable, achievable,” one “that will give this iconic American company a chance to rise again.”

As did NYTimes same day.

Huh. Polly want a cracker?

Death’s sting: We are in remission, cancerly speaking, from the day we are born, playwright Simon Gray wrote, brooding over friends Alan Bates and Harold Pinter, in The Last Cigarette.

Or: At birth we are sentenced to death. The medieval monk kept a skull on his desk as a reminder. “Memento mori,” the ancient Romans said.

But “I’m never going to die,” says the self-absorbed adolescent.

“I’m so happy,” Gerard Manley Hopkins told his mother on his Jesuit death bed.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust . . . .

Remember, man, dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt return. (Old-time religion admonition for Ash Wednesday, sometimes discarded in favor of “Have a nice day” or its liturgical equivalent.)

White cells down, says one day’s blood test. False alarm, the doc says after re-test. “Were you sick recently?” he asks, seeking explanation.  He’s a lifelong learner.

Never say die: In his last year, Simon Gray had his daily after-dinner smoke, “that lifelong enemy who even towards the very end never lets him down.”

He recalls playwright Harold Pinter’s “rages” as he faced death. Yes. Dylan Thomas advised, “Rage, rage against the dying of the light,” which was edited out of my 1971 book on prayer by my careful Catholic editor, who had it right but might have asked me first.

Rather cool assessment: Monsignor Darcy in This Side of Paradise (1920) is “intensely ritualistic, startlingly dramatic, loved the idea of God enough to be a celibate and rather liked his neighbor.” Italics added to this from p. 16 of the Dover edition, 1996.

Abortive: Talked to a man of the cloth the other day about abortion, he referred several times to people of whom he did not approve who opposed it. I recalled years ago being told to abandon my racial-justice thinking because Communists shared it. The argument sells or it doesn’t, regardless who embraces it.

He and others in a group also held in contempt the abortion-as-murder argument advanced by pro-lifers, to which my response would be, are you sure it’s not murder? If we’re not sure and do it anyway, what does that say about our respect for life?

Not much.

Self-something: Heritage Foundation’s “Morning Bell” has this well-chosen phrase for Obama’s repeated confessions of American guilt: It’s “a ritual exercise in self-loathing.”

The sort of thing he got used to hearing from his spiritual guide Jeremiah Wright, who required self-separation from the totality which is us.

Union-made: If you’re looking for a boycott protest, consider this, also from “Morning Bell”:

According to Rasmussen Reports, Only 26% of Americans believe nationalizing General Motors was a good idea and 17% say that Americans should protest the bailout by boycotting GM and refusing to buy its cars.

Well. Our own vehicle is a Geo Prizm, built for the 1994 season with a Toyota motor, which our man on Madison Street praises to the skies, at the same time manifesting utter disdain for whatever comes out of Detroit’s UAW shops. He fixes them all the time and should know.

So what? Obama won,didn’t he?  Wall St. Journal Political Diary on the (expensive) GM-takeover caper:

Usually this kind of funding for big projects has to go through the powerful appropriations committees in the House and Senate, but now the power of the purse has been commandeered by the executive branch. It isn’t executing the laws, it’s making the laws.

He found love

Rome’s loss is Miami’s gain?

Mr. Cutié’s defection brought harsh words from John Favalora, the Roman Catholic Archbishop of Miami. Priests read out a letter from the Archbishop during Sunday services indicating his disappointment with the switch. “Father Cutié’s actions have caused grave scandal within the Catholic Church, harmed the Archdiocese of Miami — especially our priests — and led to division within the ecumenical community and the community at large,’’ it said. [Italics added]

And wouldn’t you know it, Archbishop F. seems to be handling the other issue not too well either.

Phasing out

I have a theory that says sports announcers and players are doing most to mongrelize American English.  Consider this from one of my favorite players and see (if you can, by now) what else is wrong with this paragraph:

“He’s got almost 600 home runs so he’s done it a million times. He’s been up there so many times that I don’t think it phases him. The guy made a mistake and [White Sox designated hitter] Jim [Thome] hit it. The one thing about Jim if he gets the barrel on the ball it can go out to any part of the park. That’s why he’s got 550 homers,” said [White Sox catcher A.J.] Pierzynski.

It was Thome’s 550th.  The guy is good, and “almost 600”?  So what?  And “a million times”?  So what?  A.J. is pumped. 

But “I don’t think it phases him”?  Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s your Associated Press.

Later, from Reader Phil:

It didn’t faze me in the least.  I probably would have put a comma after Jim in the penultimate sentence.  I don’t know, you know, that I, you know, agree about, you know, sports, you know, English.  I am much more annoyed by cutesy words and phrases that spread like a flu virus…some go away and some stay…”at the end of the day”…”hopefully”…”sort of” (as in I was sort of talking to this sort of guy about this sort of problem that he’s trying to sort of solve….sort of a replacement for “uh”)…and the latest…”iconic” or “icon.”  Ah, who knows what will become of the language going forward.

The Shadow knows.