UK had a plan for a pandemic which did not include lockdowns etc. but didn’t use it.

It included COVID measurements. In 2011.

Of the many myths that have taken hold during the pandemic, perhaps none is more central than that the Government was caught out by Covid with no idea about how it ought to respond. Thus the extreme and unprecedented response of lockdown appears to many to be justified by this notion that ministers had little choice but to ‘play it safe’, and the subsequent experiments in social restrictions as we awaited and delivered a rushed vaccine and beyond are imagined as a heroic voyage into the unknown of how a government ought to respond to an ‘unprecedented’ disease.

In fact, though, the Government had a plan for what it should do, the U.K. Influenza Pandemic Preparedness Strategy 2011, and COVID-19 was well within the bounds of what the plan anticipated. As Dr. Noah Carl has noted, this was the plan the Government was following until mid-March 2020, with SAGE re-affirming at a meeting on February 4th 2020 that officials “should continue to plan using current influenza pandemic assumptions”.

While the strategy was focused on influenza, it expressly anticipated the possibility of a new SARS virus: . . .

Read all about it, here.

Listen, if you will, to the 37-minute sermon that cost the preacher his pulpit and his life as a priest . . .

VATICAN REVOLUTION: Diocesan Priest’s Had Enough – YouTube

He is or was pastor of a small Minneapolis-area congregation that was dissolved by its (Houston-based) bishop who also excommunicated the priest.

More to come about this case of swift ecclesiastical justice — unusual if not unprecedented, as to swiftness at least — in the American Church.

 

This guy condemned lockdown from the start, now finds NY Times condemning it much later, with not a word about his book on the subject . . .

Would like to have been wrong about it, but . . . 

If I’d been wrong, I could apologize and beg the bluechecks for forgiveness. But I was right, so they can’t forgive me. Instead they ostracize me – while stealing everything I wrote.

Yesterday a longtime Team Reality member pointed me to an anti-lockdown piece in “The Dispatch,” a conservative newsletter that is supposedly one of Substack’s most popular (though I’d never heard anyone mention it before).

“You have been vindicated without ever mentioning your name,” he wrote.

I didn’t know what he meant.

Then I read the piece, which is called Our Failed COVID Response.

It explains that “even those who earnestly supported and complied with COVID measures have begun to wonder how much of it made sense – ” a blinding glimpse of the obvious. Then it laments the “values and principles we tossed aside, seemingly without scruple, in early 2020.”

For readers wondering how “we tossed aside” those values, the piece focuses on three drivers: the apparently successful lockdown in Wuhan, Italy’s panicked shutdown, and the report from Neil Ferguson and Imperial College on March 16 predicting millions of deaths and hospital collapse without an immediate and total lockdown.

It was at this point in my reading I realized what my Team Reality friend had meant.

And my blood pressure started to go up.  . . .

Read the rest of the man’s freeby part . . . Great man, once a NYTimes reporter, etc. Dropped everything to do what newsies the nation over did not do. . . .

 

Bold depiction: This is an unprecedented moment in the history of the Catholic Church in America . . .

. . . “a moment of significant spiritual crisis.”

The essence of what it means to be a practicing Catholic hangs in the balance. This crisis has gnawed at the Church since January 22, 1973, when William Brennan, a Catholic associate justice of the Supreme Court and the chief architect of Roe v. Wade, sided with the court’s majority in legalizing abortion on demand and doing so with complete ecclesial impunity.

Since that day, with very few exceptions, Catholic politicians who support, advocate, and facilitate the killing of the unborn have stepped into the Communion line and received the Body and Blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

You don’t have to be Catholic to see it. Is there any organization that can claim its identity while remaining flaccid in what’s happened and to remain what it was?

It’s just a rule, a doctrine, the greater society says, and the institution replies with re-statements of its neutered position. Keeping its head down, saying in effect, So what? We don’t care! We don’t take ourselves seriously either.

 

My friend Jake (no relation) on finding fault etc.

Writers & Writing

4/21/2022 
Jake:

Rare is the man or woman in whom I cannot find fault.

Later, same day, spotted in a NEWS ACCOUNT:

“It is time for us to do what we have been doing. And that time is every day. Every day it is time for us to agree that there are things and tools that are available to us to slow this thing down.”

In a similar vein, she also said, without reference to any nearby context: “The significance of the passage of time, right? The significance of the passage of time. So when you think about it, there is great significance to the passage of time … there is such great significance to the passage of time.”

First in line to succeed president and continue a great tradition.

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The “old Mass” out of bounds for a pope. Any pope. You don’t have to be a fiddler on a roof to know it’s TRADITION.

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

Banning it is a no-no.

“Pope Benedict did not “allow” the “old Mass,” and he granted no privilege to celebrate it. In a word, he did not take a disciplinary measure that a successor can retract. What was new and surprising about [his] Summorum Pontificum was that it declares that the celebration of the old Mass does not need any permission. It had never been forbidden because it never could be forbidden.

One could conclude that here we find a fixed, insuperable limit to the authority of a pope. Tradition stands above the pope. The old Mass, rooted deep in the first Christian millennium, is as a matter of principle beyond the pope’s authority to prohibit.”

It’s in the category of what no man can tear asunder.

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Battle is o’er, hell’s armies flee, sang British Catholics in the ’30s and ’40s

Hymn translated by Ronald Knox, one of many which he translated for the Westminster Hymnal in the late ’30s.

The very forcefulness of it would never pass in a church of today. (Here repeated as a much-loved post.)

Finita jam sunt proelia
Battle is o’er, hell’s armies flee;
Raise we the cry of victory
With abounding joy resounding, alleluia.
Christ, who endured the shameful tree,
O’er death triumphant welcome we,
Our adoring praise outpouring, alleluia.
On the third morn from death rose he,
Clothed with what light in heaven shall be,
Our unswerving faith deserving, alleluia.
Hell’s gloomy gates yield up their key,
Paradise door thrown wide we see;
Never-tiring be our choiring, alleluia.
Lord, by the stripes men laid on thee,
Grant us to live from death set free,
This our greeting still repeating, alleluia.
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Simphonia Sirenum, 1695, translated by R.A.Knox
Westminster Hymnal, 1939
It’s joyful. Unalloyed joy, I might even say unapologetic..

Prayer for those who at least now and then think they are great stuff

A good prayer helps . . .

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

O my most humble Jesus, who for love of me humbled yourself and become obedient unto the death of the Cross, how dare I appear before you and call myself your follower when I see myself so proud that I cannot bear a single slight without resenting it!

How, indeed, can I be proud, when by my sins I have so often deserved to be cast into the abyss of hell! O Jesus, meek and humble of heart, help me and make me like you. You, for love of me, bore so many insults and injuries. I, for love of you, will bear slights and humiliations patiently. But you see, O Jesus, how proud I am in my thoughts, how disdainful in my words, how ambitious in my deeds.

Grant me true humility of heart and a clear knowledge of my own nothingness. May I, for love of you…

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