Recta Ratio

October's Queen
by Dennis A. McCarthy

When the grass was springing,
When the fields were gay,
When the winds were singing
All the happy day,
Then we gathered 'round thee,
Mother dear, and crown'd thee
With the brightest blossoms
Of the meads of May.

Now that the winds are grieving
Over the summer dead,
All the woodlands reaving
Of their riches red,
Once again we're kneeling,
To thy heart appealing,
Twining other garlands
For thy holy head.

Rosy crowns we wrought thee
In thy month of flow'rs,
Rosy crowns we brought thee
From the Maytime bow'rs.
But when roses fail us,
Rosaries avail us;
'Tis with these we crown thee
In October hours.

Denis A. McCarthy
Robert, Cyril, Our Lady's Praise in Poetry,
Poughkeepsie, New York: Marist Press, 1944.

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The Defending World Champion Boston Red Sox take on the upstart Tampa Bay Devil Rays tonight in Tampa. Dice-K gets the start for the Sox.

GO RED SOX!!!!!!

REPEAT!!!!!!

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Our season of true beauty is here, to be relished.









This last one is a favorite of mine. I just marvel at how great it woul dhave looked on a sunny day!

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From The Friends Of the Cross,
by Saint Louis de Montfort

Therefore, if anyone wants to come after Me, annihilated and crucified, he must glory as I did only in the poverty, humiliation and suffering of My Cross: "let him deny himself" (Matt. 16, 24).

Far be from the Company of the Friends of the Cross those who pride themselves in suffering, the worldly-wise, elated geniuses and self-conceited individuals who are stubborn and puffed-up with their lights and talents. Far be they from us, those endless talkers who make plenty of noise but bring forth no other fruit than vain glory. Far from us those high-browed devotees everywhere displaying the self-sufficient pride of Lucifer: "I am not like the rest!" (Luke 18, 11). Far be from us those who must always justify themselves when blamed resist when attacked and exalt themselves when humbled.

Be careful not to admit into your fellowship those frail, sensitive persons who are afraid of the slightest pin-prick, who sob and sigh when faced with the lightest suffering, who have never experienced a hair-shirt, a discipline or any other penitential instrument, and who with their fashionable devotions, mingle the most artful delicacy and the most refined lack of mortification.

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Here is an insight that I have not seen elsewhere, but seems likely, based on my understanding of how the financial markets work, which is derived from 25 years of following the dynamics of the markets closely and understanding what motivates movements in the market.

Maybe not all of this sell-off in the US and global markets is because of the latest banking crisis.

Maybe investors are freaked out at the increasingly likely prospect of an Obama Presidency. Maybe they are selling anything they can because they know the policies this fellow perpetrates, with a Democrat Congress to help him enact legislation, will not be one bit good for investors, business, the private sector, or the economy in general.

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At St. Anthony's Shrine, which I seem to complain about a lot, there is a new innovation that I noticed this morning. For as long as I can remember, there has been a 7-day vigil candle burning in the red cylinder next to the Tabernacle. That part of the sanctuary is not carpeted, but the walls and floor are marble (no real concern about wax in the carpet or fire). While the friars have not always been good about staying on top of replacing the candle, they usually get around to it within a day of the candle burning out. But this morning, I noticed that the candle seemed to be flickering in a very regular pattern. I looked more closely, and sure enough, there was an electric cord visible.

My understanding is that, according to the GIRM, the use of an electric candle for the sanctuary lamp is not completely forbidden, but is reserved for special circumstances. It can be used, for instance, in a small oratory (but this is a big chapel, as large as most suburban parish churches). The lamp is to be powered by wax or oil, unless special circumstances dictate otherwise.

So I wonder what "special circumstances" the friars will use to justify this most recent variance from the rubrics, which in my opinion stems from nothing so much as laziness and lack of respect for the Lord's Real Presence in the Blessed Sacrament in the Tabernacle.

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Again, it seems that the American people are about to engage in a spate of extreme and irresponsible fecklessness, and elect Barack Obama President. The polls seem to be moving in that direction.

Let all those who want to see the "federal constitutional right" to abortion ended by a conservative Supreme Court pray with redoubled fervor that Senator McCain and Governor Palin can pull it out. And vote.

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Great Gallo-Roman martyr and bishop, for whom the great abbey and basilica of St. Denis, one of the first great examples of gothic architecture, is named.

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That usually turns my thoughts to food.


Beef Wellington

Champ

Creamed Onions

Chocolate Orange Grand Marnier Truffle Cake

Real English Farmhouse Cheddar

Port

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The first cold of the fall/winter/spring. The unmistakable feeling in the back of the throat, nasal congestion, and sinus headache all confirm this milestone. I can be healthy as a horse (well, as healthy as a 44 year-old with asthma, arthritic knees, shaky back and hip can expect to be) then, along comes the colder weather of fall, and bang, the respiratory system gets distressed.

Without fail, this first cold comes just at the time I am beginning to contemplate getting inoculated against the flu. Since I am sick, I have to put off that flu shot until I recover, and then, flu vaccine is usually running short.

All of a piece.

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The Prayers of Saint Bridget

First Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus Christ! Eternal Sweetness to those who love Thee, joy surpassing
all joy and all desire, Salvation and Hope of all sinners, Who hast proved
that Thou hast no greater desire than to be among men, even assuming human
nature at the fullness of time for the love of men, recall all the
sufferings Thou hast endured from the instant of Thy conception, and
especially during Thy Passion, as it was decreed and ordained from all
eternity in the Divine plan.

Remember, O Lord, that during the Last Supper with Thy disciples, having
washed their feet, Thou gavest them Thy Most Precious Body and Blood, and
while at the same time Thou didst sweetly console them, Thou didst foretell
them Thy coming Passion.

Remember the sadness and bitterness which Thou didst experience in Thy Soul
as Thou Thyself bore witness saying: "My Soul is sorrowful even unto
death."

Remember all the fear, anguish and pain that Thou didst suffer in Thy
delicate Body before the torment of the crucifixion, when, after having
prayed three times, bathed in a sweat of blood, Thou wast betrayed by
Judas, Thy disciple, arrested by the people of a nation Thou hadst chosen
and elevated, accused by false witnesses, unjustly judged by three judges
during the flower of Thy youth and during the solemn Paschal season.

Remember that Thou wast despoiled of Thy garments and clothed in those of
derision; that Thy Face and Eyes were veiled, that Thou wast buffeted,
crowned with thorns, a reed placed in Thy Hands, that Thou was crushed with
blows and overwhelmed with affronts and outrages.

In memory of all these pains and sufferings which Thou didst endure before
Thy Passion on the Cross, grant me before my death true contrition, a
sincere and entire confession, worthy satisfaction and the remission of all
my sins. Amen.

Second Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! True liberty of angels, Paradise of delights, remember the horror
and sadness which Thou didst endure when Thy enemies, like furious lions,
surrounded Thee, and by thousands of insults, spits, blows, lacerations and
other unheard-of-cruelties, tormented Thee at will. In consideration of
these torments and insulting words, I beseech Thee, O my Savior, to deliver
me from all my enemies, visible and invisible, and to bring me, under Thy
protection, to the perfection of eternal salvation. Amen.

Third Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Creator of Heaven and earth whom nothing can encompass or limit,
Thou Who dost enfold and hold all under Thy Loving power, remember the very
bitter pain Thou didst suffer when the Jews nailed Thy Sacred Hands and
Feet to the Cross by blow after blow with big blunt nails, and not finding
Thee in a pitiable enough state to satisfy their rage, they enlarged Thy
Wounds, and added pain to pain, and with indescribable cruelty stretched
Thy Body on the Cross, pulled Thee from all sides, thus dislocating Thy
Limbs.

I beg of Thee, O Jesus, by the memory of this most Loving suffering of the
Cross, to grant me the grace to fear Thee and to Love Thee. Amen.

Fourth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Heavenly Physician, raised aloft on the Cross to heal our wounds
with Thine, remember the bruises which Thou didst suffer and the weakness
of all Thy Members which were distended to such a degree that never was
there pain like unto Thine. From the crown of Thy Head to the Soles of Thy
Feet there was not one spot on Thy Body that was not in torment, and yet,
forgetting all Thy sufferings, Thou didst not cease to pray to Thy Heavenly
Father for Thy enemies, saying: "Father forgive them for they know not what
they do."

Through this great Mercy, and in memory of this suffering, grant that the
remembrance of Thy Most Bitter Passion may effect in us a perfect
contrition and the remission of all our sins. Amen.

Fifth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Mirror of eternal splendor, remember the sadness which Thou
experienced, when contemplating in the light of Thy Divinity the
predestination of those who would be saved by the merits of Thy Sacred
Passion, Thou didst see at the same time, the great multitude of reprobates
who would be damned for their sins, and Thou didst complain bitterly of
those hopeless lost and unfortunate sinners.

Through the abyss of compassion and pity, and especially through the
goodness which Thou displayed to the good thief when Thou saidst to him:
"This day, thou shalt be with Me in Paradise." I beg of Thee, O Sweet
Jesus, that at the hour of my death, Thou wilt show me mercy. Amen.

Sixth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Beloved and most desirable King, remember the grief Thou didst
suffer, when naked and like a common criminal, Thou was fastened and raised
on the Cross, when all Thy relatives and friends abandoned Thee, except Thy
Beloved Mother, who remained close to Thee during Thy agony and whom Thou
didst entrust to Thy faithful disciple when Thou saidst to Mary: "Woman,
behold thy son!" and to Saint John: "Son, behold thy Mother!"

I beg of Thee O my Savior, by the sword of sorrow which pierced the soul of
Thy holy Mother, to have compassion on me in all my affliction and
tribulations, both corporal and spiritual, and to assist me in all my
trials, and especially at the hour of my death. Amen.

Seventh Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Inexhaustible Fountain of compassion, Who by a profound gesture of
Love, said from the Cross: "I thirst!" suffered from the thirst for the
salvation of the human race. I beg of Thee O my Savior, to inflame in our
hearts the desire to tend toward perfection in all our acts; and to
extinguish in us the concupiscence of the flesh and the ardor of worldly
desires. Amen.

Eighth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Sweetness of hearts, delight of the spirit, by the bitterness of
the vinegar and gall which Thou didst taste on the Cross for Love of us,
grant us the grace to receive worthily Thy Precious Body and Blood during
our life and at the hour of our death, that they may serve as a remedy and
consolation for our souls. Amen.

Ninth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Royal virtue, joy of the mind, recall the pain Thou didst endure
when plunged in an ocean of bitterness at the approach of death, insulted,
outraged by the Jews, Thou didst cry out in a loud voice that Thou was
abandoned by Thy Father, saying: "My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken
me?"

Through this anguish, I beg of Thee, O my Savior, not to abandon me in the
terrors and pains of my death. Amen.

Tenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Who art the beginning and end of all things, life and virtue,
remember that for our sakes Thou was plunged in an abyss of suffering from
the soles of Thy Feet to the crown of Thy Head. In consideration of the
enormity of Thy Wounds, teach me to keep, through pure love, Thy
Commandments, whose way is wide and easy for those who love Thee. Amen.

Eleventh Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Deep abyss of mercy, I beg of Thee, in memory of Thy Wounds which
penetrated to the very marrow of Thy Bones and to the depth of Thy bing, to
draw me, a miserable sinner, overwhelmed by my offenses, away from sin and
to hide me from Thy Face justly irritated against me, hide me in Thy
Wounds, until Thy anger and just indignation shall have passed away. Amen.

Twelfth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Mirror of Truth, symbol of unity, link of Charity, remember the
multitude of wounds with which Thou was covered from head to foot, torn and
reddened by the spilling of Thy adorable Blood. O Great and Universal Pain
which Thou didst suffer in Thy virginal Flesh for Love of us! Sweetest
Jesus! What is there that Thou couldst have done for us which Thou hast not
done! May the fruit of Thy sufferings be renewed in my soul by the faithful
remembrance of Thy Passion, and may Thy Love increase in my heart each day,
until I see Thee in eternity, Thou Who art the treasury of every real good
and every joy, which I beg Thee to grant me, O Sweetest Jesus, in Heaven.
Amen.

Thirteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Strong Lion, Immortal and Invincible King, remember the pain which
Thou didst endure when all Thy strength, both moral and physical, was
entirely exhausted, Thou didst bow Thy Head, saying: "It is consummated!"

Through this anguish and grief, I beg of Thee Lord Jesus, to have mercy on
me at the hour of my death when my mind will be greatly troubled and my
soul will be in anguish. Amen.

Fourteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! Only Son of the Father, Splendor and figure of His Substance,
remember the simple and humble recommendation Thou didst make of Thy Soul
to Thy Eternal Father, saying: "Father, into Thy Hands I commend My
Spirit!" And with Thy Body all torn, and Thy Heart Broken, and the bowels
of Thy Mercy open to redeem us, Thou didst Expire. By this Precious Death,
I beg of Thee O King of Saints, comfort me and help me to resist the devil,
the flesh and the world, so that being dead to the world I may live for
Thee alone. I beg of Thee at the hour of my death to receive me, a pilgrim
and an exile returning to Thee. Amen.

Fifteenth Prayer

Our Father - Hail Mary

O Jesus! True and fruitful Vim! Remember the abundant outpouring of Blood
which Thou didst so generously she from Thy Sacred Body as juice from
grapes in a wine press.

From Thy Side, pierced with a lance by a soldier, blood and water issued
forth until there was not lift in Thy Body a single drop, and finally, like
a bundle of myrrh lifted to the top of the Cross Thy delicate Flesh was
destroyed, the very Substance of Thy Body withered, and the Marrow of Thy
Bones dried up.

Through this bitter Passion and through the outpouring of Thy Precious
Blood, I beg of Thee, O Sweet Jesus, to receive my soul when I am in my
death agony. Amen.

Conclusion

O Sweet Jesus! Pierce my heart so that my tears of penitence and love will
be my bread day and might; may I be converted entirely to Thee, may my
heart be Thy perpetual habitation, may my conversation be pleasing to Thee,
and may the end of my life be so praiseworthy that I may merit Heaven and
there with Thy saints, praise Thee forever.
Amen.

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The California, er, scratch that, Anaheim, er, scratch that, Los Angeles Angels (oh yeah, that is what they are calling themselves these days) went down in four games before the defending World Champion Boston Red Sox. The Sox beat them twice on the Left Coast, and almost finished them off Sunday night in Fenway. But last night they dramatically showed LA, who had the best record in baseball in the regular season, and had won 8 of 9 games between the two clubs during the season, who the defending World Series Champions are.

Next up, another team that plagued the Sox during the regular season, and has changed its name recently, the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. At least there will be on more Left Coast rips until the World Series.

GO RED SOX!!!!!!

REPEAT!!!!!

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I think I found this over at Carolina Cannonball's place a couple of years ago.

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The history of the feast from The Catholic Encyclopedia.

The Fifteen Promises To Those Who Recite the Rosary given By Our Blessed Lady to Saint Dominic:

1. Whoever shall faithfully serve me
by the recitation of the Rosary, shall
receive signal graces.

2. I promise my special protection
and the greatest graces to all those
who shall recite the Rosary.

3. The Rosary shall be a powerful
armor against hell, it will destroy
vice, decrease sin, and defeat heresies.

4. It will cause virtue and good works
to flourish; it will obtain for souls the
abundant mercy of God; it will with-
draw the hearts of men from the love
of the world and its vanities, and will
lift them to the desire of eternal
things. Oh, that souls would sanctify
themselves by this means.

5. The soul which recommends itself
to me by the recitation of the Rosary,
shall not perish.

6. Whoever shall recite the Rosary
devoutly, applying himself to the
consideration of its sacred mysteries
shall never be conquered by misfor-
tune. God will not chastise him in His
justice, he shall not perish by an
unprovided death; if he be just he
shall remain in the grace of God, and
become worthy of eternal life.

7. Whoever shall have a true
devotion for the Rosary shall not die
without the sacraments of the Church.

8. Those who are faithful to recite the
Rosary shall have during their life and
at their death the light of God and the
plentitude of His graces; at the
moment of death they shall participate
in the merits of the saints in paradise.

9. I shall deliver from purgatory those
who have been devoted to the Rosary.

10. The faithful children of the Rosary
shall merit a high degree of glory in
heaven.
11. You shall obtain all you ask of me
by the recitation of the Rosary.

12. All those who propagate the holy
Rosary shall be aided by me in their
necessities.

13. I have obtained from my Divine
Son that all the advocates of the
Rosary shall have for intercessors
the entire celestial court during their life
and at the hour of death.

14. All who recite the Rosary are my
sons, and brothers of my only Son
Jesus Christ.

15. Devotion of my Rosary is a great
sign of predestination.


This is the anniversary of the great Catholic victory over the Moslems at Lepanto. We need another great Catholic victory against a Moslem in Christian clothing who seems to be fooling a lot of people today.

Lepanto
by G.K. Chesterton

White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.

Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young.
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain--hurrah! Death-light of Africa! Don John of Austria Is riding to the sea.

Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri's knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunsets and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees;
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii, Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.

They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be,
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,--
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done.
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces--four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not 'Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth."
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still--hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.

St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes,
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,--
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria! Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.

King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John's hunting, and his hounds have bayed--
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid.
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.

The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man's house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings' horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign--
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate's sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.

Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!

Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight for ever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)

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Because we need more beauty that reflects the great tradition of the Church.



Courtesy of Brother Lawrence Lew, OP.

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Come on. It is time to stop kidding ourselves. We can't be seriously contemplating making this fellow President of the United States, can we?

For Heaven's sake, this is not Calvin Coolidge wearing an Indian head-dress for a 1920s photo-op. This is this schmuck on a voyage of discovery finding out who he really is. He was born a Moslem, and raised a Moslem, and the Koran says if you are born a Moslem, and raised a Moslem, you will always be a Moslem.

Come on now. I know the Democrats could nominate Joseph Stalin, and still get 49% of the vote, so entrenched is the group of people with their hands out for government largesse in one form or another. But I think we are letting our imaginations get the better of us if we are so close to betraying what this country is as to elect this man.

Yes, we are at war, and the economy is having a hard time. But is there any reason to think that handing over the national administration to someone who hasn't a clue who he really is (or does, and that persona would be so odious to average Americans that he dares not truly reveal it) will help those problems in any way?

Come on. The election is a month away. It is time to get serious. And anyone who thinks this supporter of abortion on a truly monstrous scale should be elected president ought to take more of the drugs he or she is on, and pass out rather than stagger into the voting booth to pull the lever for his guy.

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