Ruth Bader Ginsburg knocks Clarence Thomas in dissent: A woman seeking abortion is not a ‘mother’ – Washington Times

He got under her skin with that one, breaking the rule (?) that says no by-the-way take-for-granted opinions in your opinion, which seems to me would be unduly restrictive.

Anyhow, she might have overlooked it. Not commented on it, that is, especially in this pure gummint-knows-best vein, as opposed to ages of solid truth in packaging.

Infuriating, when you get down to it, horrifying insight into a statist mentality.

A veteran religious sister reviews her conundrum: the law or love is the question

A Catholic prep school will carry announcements of alumnae “same-sex unions” in its alumnae magazine. Four alumnae object, quoting the community’s mother superior explaining her decision.

As a professed Sister of the Visitation for 67 years, I have devoted my life in service to the Catholic Church. The Church is clear in its teaching on same-sex marriages. But, it is equally clear in its teaching that we are all children of God, that we each have dignity and are worthy of respect and love. I have been blessed to live my vocation here at Visitation, where I have welcomed and come to know, respect, and love thousands of unique, intelligent, passionate, and faithful women, each made in the image and likeness of God.

As I have prayed over this contradiction, I keep returning to this choice: we can focus on Church teaching on gay marriage or we can focus on Church teaching on the Gospel commandment of love. We know from history – including very recent history – that the Church, in its humanity, makes mistakes. Yet, through the grace of God and the power of the Holy Spirit, it learns and grows. And so, we choose the Gospel commandment of love.

The letter-writers take her on.

She is so sloppy in her thinking.

Advice to the priest in favor of mass-time reverence as opposed to helter-skelter celebration . . .

Includes reference to what Vatican 2 didn’t do but many think it did  . . .

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

From the always helpful Fr. Hunwicke:

26 May 2019

How to move on within the Novus Ordo [post-Vatican 2
mass]

An admirable priest called Fr Harrison has recently asked orthodox Catholics [Romans wanting the best for themselves and the world] to revisit the Novus Ordo.

I offer some thoughts about what those who share Father’s instincts might do so as to go just a little way to meet Traddy [tradition-leaning] worshipers.

Some ‘stages’.

(1) Use only the First Eucharistic Prayer. Always. Even with the kiddies. Do this as your first matter of first principle. Even if you’re trinating [celebrating, saying mass three times in a day]. The provision of alternatives [take your pick of canons, central
part of the mass] was the main error of … NOT Vatican II, where no such move was even hinted at, but of the corrupt use of their influence by those who subsequently…

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Things you could carry down the street in the U.S. “before 1918” without getting arrested. Far from it.

An exercise in startling comparison, as blogger “vannrox” explains himself

I believe in the Constitution. At least what it was first set up as, and not what the USA is today.

At the turn of the last century, before the progressive policies of the oligarchy were implemented, things were quite different. The last year of American freedom was sometime before 1918.

Back then, you could walk down main street carrying a bag of cocaine, a bag of heroin, a bag of pot, a gallon of laudanum, carrying a fully automatic Tommy gun, $20,000 in gold certificates, and a bag of dynamite.

And when the police would come up to talk to you, they would look at all the things you were carrying, and say;

“Nice day to you sir. Have a great day.”

“Yessir!” vannrox continues.

Things have certainly changed. Anyone who STILL thinks that the United States is a Republic, setup and run like it was originally intended to is an idiot.

Anyways, I have been involved in all sorts of work. It’s part of my charter, don’t ya know. I’ve done many, many things. From stuff for the government, to consumer products, automotive electronics, and international trade. My story is one of confusion, and all kinds of things that don’t fit the conventional narrative. So, of course… folk are gonna get offended.

It’s a long personal statement, from a Free Republic blogger (a “Freeper”) who goes a long way back, full of history, analysis, and interesting interpretation.

The Week in Pictures: Lame of Drones Edition | Power Line

With a lede like this, how resist?

I never did much get into Throne Games, or Lame of Drones, or whatever it???s called???not enough sex and violence for my tastes. But I hear every critic, which means everyone in the democratized era of social criticism via anti-social media, is down on the last season and the ending. But the real reason for the criticism is obvious: the series ended, and viewers wanted it to go on forever. The people clearly wanted Days of Our Throne Lives. They???ll just have to settle for renewal of The Trump Show instead. Lots of fire and disappointed throne-seekers from the Seven Kingdoms of the Left (better known as ???Moroseteros???) coming soon. Winter is coming! With primaries and TV debates! (Joe Biden is clearly the Night King.)

It’s a bunch of pix, such as this:

And another:

And this:

And on and on and on . . .

Saturdays at the coffee place across from the train station. What’s goin’ on, bro?

The talk . . .

Oak Park Chronicles

You know Saturdays are different. No rushing, rushing to catch the Metra and all that. Couples come in for a leisurely coffee, roll or bread, and reading the newspaper. Right next to Jake, for instance, two guys dug into the Trib and Sun-Times just as energetically as you please.

Janitor Emeritus, a regular, came about 8:30, stopping outside to gesticulate first at the window to his buddy with gray hair like Sam Beckett’s but no familiarity with the French language that Jake had noticed. Call him the Dubliner.

The D. gave way to the above-mentioned pair, for some reason. He had been inveighing against “big shots” to his interlocutor. Of this fellow he asked, “Who’s going to win the game tomorrow? It will be on all day.” The interlocutor, chiding: “You can watch it all day.” The D: “I hope the Giants win.”

Janitor E. shuffles up. In the Dubliner’s…

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Father Dick told mass-goers it was over, Jake wondered what was over

Puzzling sermon opening . . .

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

Fr. Dick gave Jake and his wife a start at 5 o’clock mass on Saturday the 20th, Inauguration Day, year of the Florida Recount.

“It’s over,” he said at the start of his sermon, begun after detaching the microphone from the lectern and whipping the cord free so he could leave the sanctuary and come toward us in the half-empty or half-full church depending on your rate of metabolism.

The Christmas season, thought Jake. So did his wife, she told him later. So would their twenty-something eldest child, if she had been there, he later learned.

No. Something else was over. Perhaps the Clinton presidency, which Jake had already celebrated in his usual quiet fashion — right fist shaken once, about eye level, silently. He did not expect to celebrate it again here, at holy mass.

Not a problem. Something was over that Fr. Dick never quite spelled out. His…

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