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July 12, 2011

Super Busy

So that's it for today. However, I did want to be sure to post this prayer request from a reader:
A happy prayer request! A young man from Virginia, that this middle aged fellow from Pennsylvania met in Kansas while we volunteered for a church related group, is contemplating the priesthood (though probably not the indignities one must endure these days to get admitted to a seminary) and asked for prayer support. He will have some growing up to do in the meantime, but I suspect that 30 years from now he could be the beloved, wise and gentle pastor of a medium sized parish somewhere.
Father, hear our prayer for you son as he seeks to do your will through Jesus Christ. If you are calling him to the priesthood than make his path and fill him with your actual graces so that he might do your work well and bring glory to your name. Thank you for our priest faithful and good priests and seminarians. Mother Mary, pray for them all, especially this man. We ask all this through Christ our Lord. Amen.
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Published on July 12, 2011 00:54

July 11, 2011

You Must Prostrate Yourself to Raw Police State Power...

...or terrorists will already have won!

To wit:
INDIANAPOLIS | Overturning a common law dating back to the English Magna Carta of 1215, the Indiana Supreme Court ruled Thursday that Hoosiers have no right to resist unlawful police entry into their homes.

In a 3-2 decision, Justice Steven David writing for the court said if a police officer wants to enter a home for any reason or no reason at all, a homeowner cannot do anything to block the officer's entry.
There are, increasingly, two kinds of Americans: sheep who will bend over and endure this from the State everytime somebody shouts "9/11!", or people with their wits about them who recognize that this poses a vastly greater danger to Americans than the terrorist bogeyman trotted out to justify such grotesque usurpations of power. I say, "To hell with this decision." If by some dark miracle the SCOTUS lets this stand, then we are no longer a free people but are living in a police state.
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Published on July 11, 2011 00:07

Chip Off Block

So our youngest comes up to yesterday and says, in rapid succession:

"I hate lemons!" he said sourly.

"I want some Australian wine!" he griped.

"I just got rid of my gold mine!" he exclaimed.

I blame his mother.
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Published on July 11, 2011 00:06

The Invaluable Mike Flynn...

finds this great bit from CSI (a show I've never seen, but this persuades me I'm missing something great):



He then muses a bit on "What is Fantasy?"

Speaking of which, the equally invaluable John C. Wright, International Leader of the Space Princess Movement, writes a love letter to a Martian Space Princess in celebration of his first reading of a John Carter of Mars novel to his youngest son.

Wonderful to see the torch pass!
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Published on July 11, 2011 00:04

The Mystery of my Combox Software

Now and then, for no discernible reason, my combox software will take random comments and put them in a moderation file. Who knows why. Now and then, I look at my comments, not one my blog, but via the dashboard thingie that lets me see all threads. Now and then, I notice something is moderated and, if it's not particularly abusive, stupid or spammish I unmoderate it and it then appears in the combox. If you contribution to a thread seems to disappear into the ether, odds are pretty good that the software selected you for moderation in that precocious and unpredictable way it has (though now and then I do delete stuff that seems to me to be abusive, stupid, or spammish.

Just FYI.
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Published on July 11, 2011 00:02

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