The Roeser position

Tom Roeser lays cards on table:

READERS’ NOTE; This story [“The USCCB Pontificates”] …as all others in this blog…reflects my personal opinion and not that of any organization with which I am voluntarily affiliated—civic, charitable, political, social and religious. This is stated so as to notify any board or advisory committee  members of such organizations of my independent status as a journalist and my right of free speech… in case they are contacted by the Catholic Archdiocese of Chicago urging them to silence me…as was attempted last month.   For further information see U.S. Constitution’s 1st amendment written by James Madison and adopted December 15, 1791.
Roeser felt obliged to make this perfectly clear because he was about to call unfavorable attention to the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops — though not before dissecting what Agence France Presse said about the much-debated Arizona immigration law.
 
The USCCB, he wrote,
sought to use the name of the Catholic Church officially [to] help the Obama administration pass ObamaCare if Hyde language were included, [and] is now wantonly and partisanly interfering in domestic politics by issuing a statement that wraps electoral aspects of the immigration issue in the folds of social justice where in fact they do not belong. 
Etc., to good effect.
 
Roeser was slapped by the cardinal archbishop for what he wrote, as you may recall, via a letter to the board of Catholic Citizens of Illinois, whose board Roeser chairs.
 
That said, bloggers with a life might follow R’s lead here and embed such a self-defense in their work, even those whose profile is not as high as his.
 
And by the way, read carefully what he says about this blog and me.  It’s finely tuned, and I endorse it without reservation.

Pound, black-beautiful, Orr bleachers, the horrible Father Murphy

* Reading Pound’s Pisan Cantos — p. 39 of New Directions ‘48 edition — I find “the American lady, K.H.” inquiring for d’Annunzio.  Who she?  Who he?  She, I dunno.  He was Gabriele D’A, poet, novelist, war hero, predecessor of Mussolini and for a time his rival for fascist affections.

* “Black Friday,” said a nameless Chi public school coach about two days ago, when lots were fired from CPS sports jobs as deficit kicks in (which ObamaCare will exacerbate).  Oh?  Black is bad?  He’s allowed to talk that way? 

One who was fired or downsized, not from a sports job but from the office that kept its list of clouted applicants for elite schools, was Greg Minniefield, who is black. 

Minniefield

Which means every day is black for him, and beautiful too, as Rev. Jesse J. used to say, when he wasn’t putting big financial squeezes on big companies.  So quite a disconnect here.

Don’t joke about a guy losing his job, you say.  But we assume he’s clouted and will find something else, or someone somebody sent will find one for him.

* Lacking the resources of a Mayor Daley, who plowed up an airport in the dead of night, surprising the air traffic controller on his way to work next morning, Quincy Miller (not the b-baller) had to do his night-time mischief one bleacher seat at a time, denuding the spanking new stands at Orr High on the West Side, from which he lived a block away.  800 of them, over three months, without being stopped.  He also “hacked,” I presume chiseled or sawed, off some of this new stadium’s aluminum facing.

He was chased by a security guard in January, dropping a cell phone which was given to the police, but not till Friday was he caught and charged.  Mayor Daley has never been charged.

* The Rev. Lawrence Murphy abuse case.  Abuse took place at a Milwaukee-area school for the deaf.  150 cases (200, says NYT), from ‘50s to ‘74.  He admitted it, was sent to a retreat house.  Twenty years later the Congregation for Defense of the Faith, which Joseph Ratzinger, now Benedict XVI, then headed, declined to try him, sentencing him instead to do penance.  NYT has the story, reprised by AP in Sun-Times, Manya Brachear and free-lancer Marie Rhode in Chi Trib.

Lawrence Murphy

Rev. Lawrence Murphy

M. died in ‘98 at 72.  Victims’ accounts include his assaulting boys in their dorm beds while others saw or heard it and knew it was going on.  In ‘90s, Cardinal Bertone of the CDF said M. was too old, sick, it happened too long ago.  M. was also forbidden to say mass outside his diocese.  Whistle had been blown in ‘74 by Chicago priest working in deaf ministry, Rev. David Walsh.  He told Archbp Meyer, then of Milwaukee, to whom M. admitted charges.  M. was sent for a time to a retreat house up north in Wis. 

Walsh also told Archbp Cousins, Meyer’s successor, and then the apostolic delegate in Wash., DC.  But what sent M. packing was confrontation with alums of the school with Milwaukee Sentinel reporters.  He denied all, resigned from the school.  In ‘93, more accusations, investigation started in Rome, with results as above.  Card. Bertone, Ratzinger’s #2 man at CDF, gave M. a pass, citing a now defunct one-month statute of limitations on reporting abuse during confession.

God being in his heaven does not mean all’s right with the world, pace the Browning character.  Neither does so much being wrong with the world mean God’s not in his heaven.  Or so I believe.

"Wimpy" is good

Sister Helena Burns likes “Diary of a Wimpy Kid.”  Calls it

the best movie of 2010 so far. Everything about it is sterling: the acting, the story, the dialogue, the soundtrack, the pacing, the humor, the editing. Everything clicks and pops.

Having just yesterday bailed out from true-life attitude and behaviors to watch “Bounty Hunter” at the Lake — was well rewarded with untrue-to-life stuff as to cops, robbers, etc. (so what? who needs the real thing?) and with wise theme commentary on marriage and what makes it work: the Aniston woman and Gerard Butler quite good at this part of this basically feel-good movie — I am specially alert to this un-wimpy review.

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid” avoids all kinds of movie-making tropes, and is a surprisingly fresh and profound take on young people’s development of character. There is no snarkiness or smart-aleckiness. Just kids as kids trying to survive and make their way in life, getting involved in downright hilarious, yet not too impossible, adventures.

It is nonstop entertainment — including adolescent boy gross-out humor — but it’s never quick and cheap. It’s all expertly folded in to a fully-fleshed out story. Every scene deftly advances character and plot.

She’s not bad herself.  Her copy moves along, this puiling out stops of praise is not her usual approach, hence is more credible here.  I will have to catch a Holy Week matinee of it.  Does that mean I did not give up movies for Lent?  ‘Fraid so.  I’m not the boy I was in the early ‘40s, no.

Health-scare

Beginning to clear out the augean stables of various note pads strewn throughout various pockets, desks, tables including dining room, shelves, and other points of interest:

* Old friend Bob K., Democrat leaning Socialist if not there already, quotes Scripture to his purpose of selling the then in ramming process now accompli Obama-scare, a.k.a.

The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act and the Health Care and Education Reconciliation Act

 (not kidding), while dwelling also on plight of poor.  To him I say, as to old friend Joan, who buttonholed me on OP Avenue some months back and recommended my reading the Bible, your unimpeachable motivation should not be confused with strategy. 

You assume Obama-scare is good for poor people, even as public school and other public budgets are slashed because of a dearth of public money.  Tax more, you say, but there’s an end to that somewhere, as businesses cut back under tax burdens and the nation heads for big fiscal trouble. 

Bob, Joan, all you good Christian and other kind-hearted people, consider what you want done to the common weal.  Your commendable impulses are getting us all in big trouble, especially the poorest among us, as I told you, Bob, in our recent email exchange.  I won’t say “repent” — I’m not one to offer or demand that alternative — but I do say rethink your position.

* More later from the stables . . . .

Sullivan for mayor!

Former Oak Parker Sid Sullivan is running for mayor of Columbia MO.  He and his wife Joan, recently married, “established roots for the first time” in Oak Park in 1975.

Sullivan worked for the Circuit Court of Cook County for 12 years. He later joined the private sector in 1988 when he took a job with Roche Diagnostic Systems, a subsidiary of the pharmaceutical giant Hoffmann-La Roche, earning a master’s degree in business administration along the way.

Sid was preceded in politics by his wife.

In 1994 she ran for . . . county commission[er] . . . in Cook County . . .  She says she finished second in the race and came close to unseating the incumbent. In 1996 she ran for U.S. Congress in a crowded field that included Danny Davis, who won the election and still represents Illinois’ 7th District.

Sid’s platform reflects his Oak Park-ness.  He favors:

• Complete transparency in all city departments [which no man dare gainsay]
• Job opportunities for all [ditto, but where does the city come in?]
• An empowered and responsive city council [not now empowered?] 
• Adequate shelter for Columbia’s homeless residents [a la PADS?]
• Neighborhood planning that creates a sense of community [Oak Park!]
• Humane treatment for animals [local issue here?]

Columbia?  It’s

the fifth-largest city in the U.S. state of Missouri and the largest city in Mid-Missouri.[6] With an estimated population of 100,733 in 2008,[7] it is the principal municipality of the Columbia Metropolitan Area, a region of 164,283 residents.

vs. OP, with 50G or so, by the way.

Alinsky, end, and means

Been looking for this reference, Alinsky in Look Mag, and just found it, at Library of Congress:

Saul Alinsky 
     1967 Sept. 15 (date added to Look’s library)   27 photographic prints (contact sheets).     Baldwin, Joel, photographer.
     LOOK – Job 67-3429 <P&P>

This has to be the article in which he is quoted saying (as I distinctly remember), “If the end doesn’t justify the means, what does?” which I have referred to on several occasions. 

The date would be right.  It’s when I was living at Xavier U. in Cincinnati, having moved a month earlier from St. Ignatius High on Chicago’s West Side, where as a young priest I’d been involved in community organizing — amateurishly, but so what?  It was a hit-and-miss exercise as practiced by the best of them.

The LOC reference is to its photo collection, donated by Look’s publisher, Cowles Communications, in 1971, as the magazine was on its way out of existence. 

The photos

show social reformer Saul Alinsky meeting with black community organizers(?) at an organization headquarters(?); working in his office; meeting with other black men and Michigan govenor George Romney; travelling by plane.

Note the “reformer” sobriquet.  There’s a long history of lipstick on pigs.

Now I have to find the text in which, as I said here and here, Alinsky said, “If the end doesn’t justify the means, what does?”

 

Alinsky, end, and means

Been looking for this reference, Alinsky in Look Mag, and just found it, at Library of Congress:

Saul Alinsky 
     1967 Sept. 15 (date added to Look’s library)   27 photographic prints (contact sheets).     Baldwin, Joel, photographer.
     LOOK – Job 67-3429 <P&P>

This has to be the article in which he is quoted saying (as I distinctly remember), “If the end doesn’t justify the means, what does?” which I have referred to on several occasions. 

The date would be right.  It’s when I was living at Xavier U. in Cincinnati, having moved a month earlier from St. Ignatius High on Chicago’s West Side, where as a young priest I’d been involved in community organizing — amateurishly, but so what?  It was a hit-and-miss exercise as practiced by the best of them.

The LOC reference is to its photo collection, donated by Look’s publisher, Cowles Communications, in 1971, as the magazine was on its way out of existence. 

The photos

show social reformer Saul Alinsky meeting with black community organizers(?) at an organization headquarters(?); working in his office; meeting with other black men and Michigan govenor George Romney; travelling by plane.

Note the “reformer” sobriquet.  There’s a long history of lipstick on pigs.

Now I have to find the text in which, as I said here and here, Alinsky said, “If the end doesn’t justify the means, what does?”

 

The diem endeth

Sleep-loss alert, peoples.  Prepare to spring ahead (lose an hour of your precious time) because we have to SAVE THE DAYLIGHT, which is easier than saving the whales.  All the gummint dictators have to do is decree it.  A liberal’s dream: DECREEING THE ALLEGEDLY RIGHT THING TO DO.

47% of us think saving the daylight is a mug’s game, says Rasmussen; 40% think it’s hunky-dory, 13% are not sure.  These are people who don’t vote, who think democracy is a given, who don’t realize vigilance is the price of freedom.  Let them go, they are not worth the trouble to chide them.

Whatever.  Set your clocks AHEAD.  It’s the SPRING LEAP.  Pass up that last number at the dance hall, that last hand of whist, that last drink at your neighborhood saloon.  Get to bed early, so you wake up REFRESHED.

Well this advice is strictly in the coals-to-Newcastle category for the whopping 83% of grownups who already know this is a 23–hour day — again thanks to Rasmussen, who is quick to point out that the 17% of us in the dark about it are “a lot.”  

I hasten to agree and must add this: OF THE 83% ANOTHER LOT OF US WILL GO ON AS BEFORE, dancing and card-playing and quaffing brew in devil-may-care manner.  We will carpe the diem, let chips fall where they may, disobey the voice of T.S. Eliot telling us, “Hurry up, it’s time.”  What, me worry?