Not a joke, not the Babylon Bee, this is the flyer from a real school in Chesapeake, Virginia, just four minutes from the Walmart where a store manger killed six November 22nd before taking his own life. Shocked parents then received this from the school’s principal (emphasis mine):
Dear Families,
Chesapeake Public Schools (CPS) is committed to open communication and transparency with our families. For that reason, you are receiving this letter to ensure you have accurate information.
The School District has long held policies and procedures in place which allow varied community groups to use our publicly funded facilities outside of the school day. This is common practice among school districts around the state and nation. Over the years, different religious groups have requested and been allowed to rent our facilities after hours. By law, CPS cannot discriminate based on beliefs among groups wishing to rent our facilities.
Consistent with the law as detailed above and the criteria set out in the CPS Board policy, the School District has approved a building use request from an organization known as the “After School Satan Club” (ASSC) to host gatherings after school hours at B.M. Williams Primary School. Students must have parental permission to attend any after school event hosted by any outside organization.
It is important to note that CPS does not endorse any of the activities or content of groups that host events on school district property outside the instructional day. It is also important to note that the ASSC is not a School District-approved club, and no District employee is acting as a club sponsor.
We understand that this decision may be surprising and possibly even upsetting to some. Please know that we are committed to working to minimize any distractions this news may create, while ensuring our focus is always on providing a safe and secure learning environment for our students.
Sincerely,
Brighid Gates, Principal
Well, I guess if they minimize the distractions it’s all good. After all, it’s “tons of fun”.
It has been obvious for some time that our institutions no longer serve us. Now they begin to provide useful clarity on who they now serve. If government run schools provide these kinds of results, isn’t it time we moved on from the experiment? Would even voucher programs be sufficient for parents to address this? Will agitated parents addressing school board meetings in response to this be harassed as domestic terrorists by the Biden Justice Department? Should any parent be forced to send their child to a school where the Brighid Gates’ of this society facilitate the access of Satanists to our children?
It is easy for intelligent and engaged citizens to have been caught up in the apparent spirit of the age. I even had an aged, beloved family member who, after a lifetime of dismissing any information coming from a politician, suddenly citing the Republican “Morning” Joe Scarborough (her phrasing, not mine) as a source of truth and wisdom. While he repeated the most ludicrous talking points. The only source of information worse than a politician is a retired politician who has sold his reputation for a media gig. In her defense, she was suffering a long illness and television was her only reliable distraction. A retired friend from church was in a similar state, but she even recognized she was torturing herself. She watched the media all day, becoming more and more anxious and angry as she did so. It is common knowledge that 9/11 served as a live experiment in captivating audiences through the manipulation of fear and anger, with CNN becoming a big winner in the never-let-them-go jackpot. I reminded her of that, and that corporate media, whether it’s the alphabet soup or the WallPoTimes, is the most unreliable news source because of the Narrative. In the Internet Age, it is easy to set up an RSS news reader to watch a couple of hundred sources of all types to proof stories. Be willing to check local news organs, preferably before corporate has time to reach down and sanitize, and the heavy hand of the narrative at the MSM level is as undeniable as it is twisted. But you guys know this. We’ve taken this trip together.
We are the target of a massive disinformation campaign. An overarching psyop. YouTube, Twitter and FaceBook are the idiot division, so clumsy and obvious in their Stalinist efforts that everyone knows they are lying clowns laying down sniper cover for the study stream of disinformation. They are conspiring now to murder infants now with the jab, despite their radical absence of risk from the disease. And, of course, there are the show trials. But this is not an outrage post, quite the opposite. While the Left burns down their cities, and people leave, and encourage massive looting, and stores leave, there are these pesky Americans. Visiting family, making a career amid the disruption, raising their children, being harassed by federal authorities for attending school board meetings (because that’s what Democrats do, but I digress, no outrage porn, no outrage porn). They are living their lives, working, attending church, volunteering at the food bank for the benefit those neighbors trampled by a heartless and corrupt Biden machine. They aren’t triggered. The grossly unnecessary psychological damage caused by federal malfeasance in the name of pandemic notwithstanding, and there is a lot of it and it is tragic, has not defeated the soul of the American people.
I was at breakfast after church the other week. It’s my routine, bacon and eggs to chase down the eucharist. The diner is very nice, serving a very diverse clientele. On mornings when I have not gotten to it beforehand, I quietly say my Auxilium Christianorum in the chatter and clatter of the morning while waiting for my order. Now, this is in an area where the biggest signal radio station is a people of color focused station that is the very negative image of Rush Limbaugh, both in content and presentation, hammering out their vision of an identity pathologically indigestible by the melting pot. They play public- service announcements pushing home schooling to assure children receive the full benefit of a proper Critical Theory education, advertise shows about the heroic adventures of Howard Zinn and Saul Alinsky. All day, all night. This place must be a hotbed of racial strife and resentment. Or so some would like it to be. And it is in the heart of this target of anger and division that, as I was finishing my eggs (easy over, using the toast to sop up the yolks) a family walks past my table and a girl, no more than seven, stops and turns to me, saying, “This is for you.”
She scurries to catch up with her family and is out the door, leaving me with the napkin below.
Yes, her family were people of color, and I, as a person of pallor, am worthy only of stoning according to the genocidal dictates of Critical Theorist accusers. Don’t take my word for it, just turn on your radio. But this young girl is inoculated from the hate-mongers by the blood of the Lamb. Lord bless her and the faithful that raise her, and the many like her. The darkness will not win in the end. It is a test of the faithful, the Church Militant. Remember to don your armor of God, my friends. And remember your prayers.
In the beginning was the Word: and the Word was with God: and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him: and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life: and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness: and the darkness did not comprehend it. — John 1:1-5
Happy Lord’s Day this third of July, may He bless you all. And to steal a friend and teacher’s tagline, may America bless God.
John first penetrated my awareness in the gospels. He was an Elijah, a Jeremiah, an Isaiah, in an age when the prophets had been silent for 400 years, and in an age when, to my young mind, no other prophets were needed. The Son had come. The demon Baal and his profits were now truly and utterly and forever defeated and cast out. If the feet of the Son trods the mountaintops publishing peace, what is this mere prophet doing here? And the Son tells us, John is the greatest of all the prophets. Not that the Son isn’t a prophet and immeasurably greater than John, but the Son is something that is the epitomy of so many titles. Prophet, priest, rabbi, king, shepherd, son,…friend. He chides John to baptize Him despite the odd asymmetries of that moment, to fulfill all righteousness. I have read commentaries, but I am still convinced that the full and exact portent of those words will not be shown to me until the fulfillment of the promise of the resurrection of the body, when I ask Him to His face.
I had a younger brother. I was very young at the time, but am still gifted with the odd memory of mom presenting her swollenness so that I might feel my brother’s kicks. And he was, indeed, a kicker. Have no doubt. But he never kicked for me, and because this was such a special thing it saddened me. The sadness is what I remember most keenly, there was life here, a sibling I had never seen, but it was hiding from me. (No children, this was before all of that, there would not be a brother in the equation until he issued forth from our mother’s womb, dingus and all. We did not pry at the mysteries then as we do now.)
So when, in the King James, my still very young eyes came to Luke 1:41, “And it came to pass, that, when Elisabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the babe leaped in her womb; and Elisabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost” Babies kick for everyone else, I thought at the time. But this one kicked to tell everyone, even me, two millennia later, the good news.
When I learned what abortion was, I knew immediately that this was darkness. And I knew there was darkness in this life. There was darkness when the Devil tempted Jesus in the wilderness. (The Devil was always clueless, wicked, intelligent, dangerous, yes, but always clueless. Blind to the Beatific Vision.) There was darkness in His agony in the garden at Gethsemane, in His perfect knowledge of the horror that was imminently upon Him. There was darkness in the Sanhedrin, and in Pilate. “What is truth?” And there was darkness in the separate water fountains and bathrooms and hotels and clubs for those deemed inferior by their breeding, or by the melanin content of their skin. I had seen these things, and heard of them. A darkness where the humanity of my friend, Calvin, or of the man who taught me the story of Noah, the great and horrible Bill Cosby, did not somehow arise to that of others. My puny eight year old fist balled tight. If you are not of their tribe, you are not of mine.
And then, when I heard what abortion was, barely comprehending, I discovered a depth of darkness I had never imagined. Among the first explanations I heard was the one that, black mothers in economic distress needed to do this to make a life for themselves. So, if the other will share our water fountains and our bathrooms, we should lead them to kill their innocent babies by the millions so that we may be less so burdened? An act of cosmic retribution for the impudence to claim the personhood that they already knew in Christ? Reach cold instruments into their mother’s protecting wombs and slice them ruthlessly into marketable bits for the enrichment of Dr. Lamborghini and Dr. Porsche?
Thomas Jefferson’s trembling for his country on reflecting that God is just has long been my trembling, as well. But it got worse.
The next shoe to drop went even further. Parental consent, and even parental notification. Those august figures in Washington and the state capitals did not stop with letting their children and their grandchildren be butchered by Dr. Lamborghini and Dr. Porsche. That was not bad enough. Not dark enough. Not evil enough. No, they averted their eyes and abrogated all parental authority for all parents. Stalin and Hitler would have been proud.
And the Apostate Biden and the Apostate Pelosi claim, in the purest of blasphemies, that abortion is a sacrament, a fundamental Christian right. An exorcist that I know of relates the story of the demon that threatened his mother. He took this personally, and began thinking of tortures appropriate to a demon that would dare to threaten his beloved mother. And, perhaps checked by the darkness of his own thoughts in a moment of testing, he prayed to the Almighty that He might punish this demon in a way that was harsher than any punishment the demon had yet known. His prayer was answered, and seeing how it was answered the exorcist suddenly appreciated the capacity of the Infinite for wrath. I pray these smug, corrupt apostates repent. The alternative is too horrible for mere mortals to imagine.
John leapt in the womb. No blob of tissue, but a human being possessed of a soul and a body and a heartbeat. And deserving of our love and protection. My joy is reflected on the face of the justice who has waited an entire career to strike this blow against the demonic. May the Lord bless the five justices. I am not yet ready to ask for His mercy for the others.
Major League Baseball had extended and expanded its contract with a Chinese telecommunications giant shortly before boycotting the state of Georgia over the league’s disagreement with the election reforms recently enacted by the Peach State’s democratically elected governor and legislature.
Major League Baseball is protesting a democratically passed Georgia voting law while bolstering ties with a Communist Party-backed Chinese company that cracked down on an NBA executive who supported the pro-democracy movement in Hong Kong.
“Major League Baseball fundamentally supports voting rights for all Americans and opposes restrictions to the ballot box,” league commissioner Rob Manfred said announcing the decision to pull this year’s All-Star Game out of the Peach State Friday.
He said protesting Georgia’s new GOP-backed election integrity law was “the best way to demonstrate our values as a sport.”
The MLB has gone from mainstream one man one vote values to the one man holds all votes values of Xi’s CCP. American integrity slain at the altar of American avarice. They should start transferring the teams to CCP cities now, they have no business doing business with free men.
I received this today from James O’Keefe, reporting on Project Veritas’ lawsuit against the New York Times, and am inclined to share.
Late last year, The Times accused us of deception and a “coordinated disinformation campaign.” So, we sued.
The Times begged the Court to dismiss the case. However, Justice Charles D. Wood DENIED The New York Times’ Motion to Dismiss this lawsuit, stating “here there is a substantial basis in law and fact that” The Times’ reporters “acted with actual malice, that is, with knowledge that the statements in the Articles were false or made with reckless disregard of whether they were false or not.”
Now, we get to depose The New York Times, and it will be glorious:
The Times thought they could get away with labelling our Minnesota ballot harvesting video “deceptive” – the same video where ballot harvester Liban Mohamed was recorded bragging about hundreds of ballots in his car and how money is everything in a campaign:
When we sued, The Times argued their “deceptive” label was just an “unverifiable expression of opinion” and asked the Court to dismiss the case.
Justice Wood had to teach Journalism 101 to these corrupt Mainstream Media hacks:
It is that simple.
“If a writer interjects an opinion in a news article… it stands to reason that the writer should have an obligation to alert the reader … that it is opinion.”
Justice Wood called the failure to do so a “disinformation” and “deceptive”:
There it is.
“The dictionary definitions of ‘disinformation’ and ‘deceptive’ provided by [The New York Times’] counsel … certainly apply to [Times’ reporters’ Maggie] Astor’s and [Tiffany] Hsu’s failure to note that they injected their opinions in news articles[.]”.
The Times went further, however, arguing that in effect they are entitled to lie about Project Veritas because – WAIT FOR IT – the Mainstream Media and Big Tech don’t like us exposing them.
Justice Wood apparently did not appreciate The Times’ reliance on other media articles, a simple Google search, and a Wikipedia entry (yes… Wikipedia):
Did you catch that? The New York Times, even with its submission of a 45-page motion, three sworn statements, 66 exhibits, and three additional briefs/letters to court, was not able “to prove that the reporting by Veritas in the Video is deceptive.”
Justice Wood has done something that I thought I might never see again in this benighted land. He has held power to the standard of truth. The NYT citing Wikipedia in a court case is just the cherry on top of this fine sundae.
We lost Andrew nine years ago today. He left a widow, four children, and a huge vacuum that hundreds have stepped up to try and fill. At the time, PayPal refused to allow the trust created to help raise his children. They created a special rule in an attempt to deprive four children of comfort and support after the loss of their father. There are no words.
You shall not mistreat any widow or fatherless child. If you do mistreat them, and they cry out to me, I will surely hear their cry, and my wrath will burn, and I will kill you with the sword, and your wives shall become widows and your children fatherless. – Exodus 22:22-24
But checks work. The most recent address I found for the trust is
Breitbart Children’s Trust 149 S. Barrington Ave, #735 Los Angeles, CA 90049
Contribute. Because you love Andrew or because PayPal is such a force for evil in the world. If you wear the rollerblades to do it, let us know. Rest in peace, Andrew.
The Cancel Culture is amusing in an ironic sense. The canceler knows not what he does. And here I am not addressing the troll who gets blocked for name calling or profanity or sexual content. No one has a right to afflict others in that way. I’m thinking of the one that collects triggers like trading cards. He mentioned the governor’s ignominious conduct in blackface, canceled. She defended the governor’s ban on church services and restaurants while the casinos are running wild, canceled. We find ourselves in a world where there are fewer and fewer who believe that reasonable men of good conscious can disagree. Our institutions, even our Constitution, are under assault. Refuse to sit and be viciously slandered by a venomous, racist “anti-racist” whose entire philosophy revolves around perpetuating racism in every facet of life and you can pack up your things and hit the bricks. And Washington is eager to make it worse.
So let’s look at what happens when someone is canceled, to the canceler as well as the canceled. Taking the simplest case first, social media person one rises up to denounce Christians as responsible for every bad thing that happened in the last 2000 years and social media person two crushes that block widget to consign one to non-existence (in a totally solipsistic, post-modern, subjective, by which we mean false, way). I get it, I really do. We are not always tanned, rested, and ready to engage the endless stream of haters. But the possibility of finding common ground is lost. For the one issue the canceler surrenders any possibility of discovering an ally on other issues. Or even that rarest of treasure, a friend. Or even a savior.
Congressperson Ocasio-Cortez denounced Father Damien as a part of “white supremacist culture.” Ocasio-Cortez trades freely on her Catholicism, for example, here in an article she wrote for America, the Jesuit Review. Father Damien, a Catholic, came to a place where the lepers lay like rubbish in the streets, ignored and shunned by one and all, living the most debased existence while their disease progressed. As the Christians who came before him to establish the first hospitals and care for the ill at great personal risk, Father Damien conceived and led a ministry tending to these souls with selfless dedication and, on a nearly inevitable day at the age of 45, addressed his charges saying, “my fellow lepers.” White supremacist? Jesus sees all people One can fairly debate the merits of replacing a statue of Father Damien with a statue of Queen Lili’uokalani. Some might even argue that the spirit of Father Damien is an alien intrusion into the “sacred” halls of Congress. Saint Paul wrote in Galatians 3:28, “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Father Damien lived that creed to his own destruction, in service to the very lepers that everyone else walked past or banished to Molokai, a living witness to his Savior’s true and selfless love of neighbor. His detractors, not. Ocasio-Cortez later addressed the issue with Catholic News Agency, and then her staff tried to characterize her remarks in awkward fashion. By demeaning and canceling Father Damien, she has placed a stumbling block between herself and the image of Jesus revealed through Damien.
Jesus’ career is a long chain of cancellations. Herod the Great slew the Innocents of Bethlehem to assassinate this King of the Jews. Herod developed kidney issues and gangrenous genitals, dying an ugly, itchy, painful death soon after. The scribes and Pharisees and Sadducees sought mightily to cancel the rabbi that preached to large crowds in the Temple and scattered the moneychangers who paid the Temple priests to occupy the Porch of the Gentiles, the space reserved for gentiles to stand and hear the sermons and the Word of the Lord. Three of the brightest lights among the Pharisees would come to defect to this troublesome rabbi and claim a place in history and among the saints. The Sanhedrin, the high Jewish council of Jerusalem, plotted against Jesus, tried him, convicted him of blasphemy. Surely, convicting the Lord of being a blasphemer is a huge milestone in the chronicles of the Cancelers. A generation later Titus crushed Jerusalem and destroyed Herod’s Temple. Judas Iscariot plotted to cancel Jesus, whether to immanentize the revolution or hide his thieving or something else altogether is lost to history, but it is revealed in Luke 22:3 that Judas falls under the control of Satan after the Last Supper as he goes to put the conspiracy to arrest Jesus into motion. With Judas’ suicide, hanging himself from a tree, a most grievous and dishonorable fate in Jewish eyes, Judas has also canceled himself. Pontius Pilate comes across as indifferent at the trial, finding no fault, contriving an excuse to release either Jesus or Barabbas, but once that verdict comes down he shows our Lord the fullest cruelty available to Roman law. The scourging, the mocking, the procession, and, finally, the crucifixion. Pilate disappears into history soon after, and his beloved Rome will ultimately fall to this Jewish rabbi and see its great buildings picked apart to provide materials for other, lesser buildings. And then there is Satan, the accuser himself, the tempter in the desert, the possessor of demoniacs, and finally the possessor of the Lord’s own Apostle. His tireless work to effect this cancelation is fully realized at the cross. Satan has prevented Jesus’ Davidic reign on Earth and stands a colossus over the fallen world.
And then there was Sunday, and the canceler was canceled. The battle continues, but the war is over. He is risen. He is risen indeed.
I worked at a convenience store while I was in college. The neighborhood was mostly safe and lawful with occasional dramatic exceptions. My convenience store career would come to an abrupt end when a robber shot a hole in the ceiling while I was off work, and I negotiated a career change to make mom less agitated. But while I was working those night shifts, police were regulars. Coffee, maybe a scoop of High’s ice cream, and a bit of conversation on what the Russians were up to or the travails of trying to meet the right girl in a town that was not often receptive to law enforcement officers. They would tip me off if a customer was carrying a weapon. Occasionally a gun, more often a knife or a straight blade. Given the cue, I learned to look for such things, but they were always better.
A couple of year after I changed jobs, the news came. Phil, the senior officer in our little circle, answered a call and was ambushed. Officer dead. Manhunt under way. He was still single, still hadn’t found the right woman, and now he would never meet his children, never teach them to play ball or watch them graduate high school. Never again swap stories about the ludicrous and terrible things that happen on that job. Lord bless and keep him.
This year, some people have expressed grievances with our police, thinking that our society would function much more to their satisfaction if there were no officers tasked with maintaining public order. Some corrupt politicians and their supporters have gone so far as to pay the bail for felons charged with violent, even capital, crimes. On this first Sunday in Lent, on contemplating my valiant friend, I must sharply voice my objections and thank the honest law enforcement officers who make life safer for myself and my family. The proposed policies make everyones lives more dangerous, and their supporters are no friends of liberty.
Welcome. May His blessings be with you all this first Sunday of Lent, 2021.
