Saifullah Khan, male, may now sue his accuser, female, both Yale students at the time of the incident, for false allegations. A massive petition against his readmission garnered 78,000 signatures, and he was expelled from Yale in 2019. “Ha! You were drunk, young lady. Lowering inhibitions with alcohol was your choice, your responsibility. You punished a young man for nothing. Can you live with that? Well?”
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If you are following me, it gets easier and easier. Other people claim to be Christian, but I cannot without a priest, nor can you. Only he brings the sacraments. Without him we are nothing.
The Catholic Church produced Baroque and Rococo. What has your church produced? Louis reigned 72 years, 110 days, the longest of any sovereign. His younger brother was Philippe I, Duke of Orléans.
Paragraph 1885 The principle of subsidiarity is opposed to all forms of collectivism. It sets limits for state intervention. It aims at harmonizing the relationships between individuals and societies. It tends toward the establishment of true international order. Catechism of the Catholic Church
There is in San Francisco a Carmel almost identical in its layout to COMPIÈGNE. The nuns fled Mexico during the Cristero War 1926-1929. My aunt Martha often visited the same nun for years and never saw her face.
https://carmelofcristorey.org/ Location of historical event one hour north of Paris, actresses Jeanne Moreau and Alida Valli confront revolution. Five stars for a fantastic film. These are real events and real women religious who had not one moment of respite, which is a metaphor for the inner turmoil of all believing Catholics in every place and in every time.
This way of life for women must be restored everywhere. The priest in the film speaks for me and tradition-adhering Catholics: I look forward to becoming what God prepared me to be, a fugitive. Veils are meant to hide. It hides the tabernacle, and a “glass darkly” hides our Lord’s face until we meet in eternity. “At this point there is no reason to conclude that existing UAP reports have an extraterrestrial source,” NASA said in its 33-page report. “As Sherlock Holmes said, ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.’” Unidentified Aerial Phenomena (UAP) are UFOs. https://www.breitbart.com/tech/2023/09/14/nasa-reveals-truth-about-ufos/ The pro-abortion Guttmacher Institute found that mifepristone is used for more than half of all abortions in the United States.
In 2020, the drug accounted for 53 percent of all abortions, up from 39 percent in 2017. From Planned Parenthood - “First, you take mifepristone. This pill stops the pregnancy from growing. Most people don’t feel anything after taking the mifepristone. “The second medicine is misoprostol. You’ll either take the misoprostol right away, or up to 48 hours after you take the first pill — your doctor or nurse will let you know how and when to take it. “This medicine causes cramping and bleeding that empties your uterus. The pregnancy tissue will come out through your vagina.” This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear’d by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the world’s ransom, blessed Mary’s Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death! John of Gaunt Shakespeare, Richard II, Act II, Scene I Below is the work of Hadi Karimi, an Iranian visual artist who creates 3D sculptures. “With no ‘true’ photographs to play with, Karimi worked from the composer’s death mask, which was made by sculptor Jean-Baptiste Clésinger a few hours after Chopin’s death, on 17 October 1849. “The artist also used a lock of the composer’s hair, which is kept in the Warsaw Museum. “All the sculpting and colour mapping was done using ZBrush, a digital sculpting tool that combines 3D and 2.5D modelling, texturing, and painting. For Chopin’s floppy locks, Karimi used XGen, an interactive tool used for creating realistic-looking hair.” https://www.classicfm.com/composers/chopin/artist-creates-realistic-portraits-face/ Chopin, an only son, died from TB, which he might have contracted from his younger sister who died when he was 20. Various groups try to claim him as their own for their own purposes. Cease that! His last words: “Now is my final agony. No more.”
Of a musician or me at home when I am mad at the whole world and have to nap. new time signature: the 21st letter of the Greek alphabet, phi, lower case φ, over 14
Did you ever want to see the first complete Bible?
In A.D. 382, Pope Damasus I commissioned Jerome to revise the Vetus Latina Gospels. Later, on his own initiative, Jerome extended this work of revision and translation and completed the task in A.D. 405. The oldest extant copy is the 8th century Codex Amiatinus now residing in the Medicea Laurenziana Library in Florence. Here are the first 10 sentences of Genesis 1 from St. Jerome (d. 420 in Bethlehem, buried in Rome): 1 in principio creavit Deus caelum et terram In the beginning God created heaven, and earth. 2 terra autem erat inanis et vacua et tenebrae super faciem abyssi et spiritus Dei ferebatur super aquas And the earth was void and empty, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the spirit of God moved over the waters. 3 dixitque Deus fiat lux et facta est lux And God said: Be light made. And light was made. 4 et vidit Deus lucem quod esset bona et divisit lucem ac tenebras And God saw the light that it was good; and he divided the light from the darkness. 5 appellavitque lucem diem et tenebras noctem factumque est vespere et mane dies unus And he called the light Day, and the darkness Night; and there was evening and morning one day. 6 dixit quoque Deus fiat firmamentum in medio aquarum et dividat aquas ab aquis And God said: Let there be a firmament made amidst the waters: and let it divide the waters from the waters. 7 et fecit Deus firmamentum divisitque aquas quae erant sub firmamento ab his quae erant super firmamentum et factum est ita And God made a firmament, and divided the waters that were under the firmament, from those that were above the firmament, and it was so. 8 vocavitque Deus firmamentum caelum et factum est vespere et mane dies secundus And God called the firmament, Heaven; and the evening and morning were the second day. 9 dixit vero Deus congregentur aquae quae sub caelo sunt in locum unum et appareat arida factumque est ita God also said: Let the waters that are under the heaven, be gathered together into one place: and let the dry land appear. And it was so done. 10 et vocavit Deus aridam terram congregationesque aquarum appellavit maria et vidit Deus quod esset bonum And God called the dry land, Earth; and the gathering together of the waters, he called Seas. And God saw that it was good. Isn’t this better than watching TikTok videos or commercials? If y = x squared, substitute for x the number 2 and y = 4. Do the same for other numbers, and you will see the parabola forming in Quadrant 1. I liked every single day of K-12, and school is where I wanted to be. I never felt loved in school after that, which explains why I tutor middle and high school, and Alexander. If you are in college and feel the same way, I have no solution. Just persevere. Find a Latin Mass.
irreducible complexity I don’t need proof of God. He found me a long time ago, and I committed myself to Him. No, I offer this little clip to point out rampant bias in the leaning ivory tower—general science, political science, sociological science. “Come down to the ground.”
I’d rather live in a medieval town where the parish church, and there wasn’t any but the Catholic Church, is the center of life. What we have today is unnatural. Think about it. Mexico decriminalizes abortion because it violates women and people with the capacity to gestate. I had to walk away from the computer after reading that.
Venerable Fulton Sheen observed that conceiving of mercy apart from justice sentimentalizes mercy and ineluctably erodes the notions of good and evil.
Betsy DeVos, US Secretary of Education under Trump, says COVID exposed the failure of the public school system. She talks about what she did and what can be done, homeschools and microschools, and customizing a student’s education. We are doing that with Alexander through a charter school/homeschool.
DeVos affirms subsidiarity. Because the USA is not in the top ten in any area of education and teachers cannot be fired in the public school system, she says that top-down does not work. Empowered parents do. She believes in testing, as I do, not seat time, which is an antiquated model, and transparency in what is taught. Finally, she says that colleges have problems with free speech and discusses if college is worth it or other choices need to be available, including the role of employers and apprenticeships. DeVos also discusses Title IX: false sexual misconduct allegations against teachers and boys, biological men competing against women in sports, and pronoun investigations. I can speak to what I have seen as a substitute and patrol officer. She exposes the fact there are even racial quotas on discipline. Conservatives are today’s educational innovators. The left is dead. https://www.prageru.com/video/the-truth-about-americas-department-of-education-with-former-ed-secretary?utm_source=Iterable&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=campaign_7650382 Alexander (nine) and I (age withheld) are violent criminals because of this cartoon. The roadrunner is a fast-running ground cuckoo with long tail and crest and is found in the southwestern and south-central United States and in Mexico, usually the desert. Although capable of flight, they generally run away from predators. -Wikipedia
The Californian Earth-Cuckoo, its official name, is faster than humans at 18.6 mph and 20 steps per second. The bird swallows prey whole and can even kill a rattlesnake, all of which makes an appearance on the endangered species road list unlikely. Cartoon characters who kiss and burp are always hysterical. Grown humans who kiss and burp are always horrible. Curtis & Leroy saw an ad in the Herald-Citizen in Cookeville, TN, and bought a mule for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the mule the next day.
The next morning the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry, fellas, I have some bad news. The mule died last night.” Curtis & Leroy replied, “Well, then, just give us our money back.” The farmer said, “Sorry, can’t do that. I went and spent it already.” They said, “OK, then, just bring us the dead mule.” The farmer asked, “What in the world ya’ll gonna do with a dead mule?” Curtis said, “We gonna raffle him off.” The farmer said, “You can’t raffle off a dead mule!” Leroy said, “We shore can! Heck, we don’t hafta tell nobody ee’s dead!” A couple of weeks later, the farmer ran into Curtis & Leroy at the IGA grocery store and asked, “What’d you fellers ever do with that dead mule?” They said, “We raffled him off like we said we wuz gonna do.” Leroy said, “Shucks, we sold 1000 tickets fer two bucks apiece and made a profit of $1,998.00 bucks.” The farmer said, “My Lord, didn’t anyone complain?” Curtis said, “Well, the feller who won got upset cause the mule was dead. So, we gave him his two bucks back.” Curtis and Leroy now work for the government. They’re overseeing the Vote Count, Bailout, and Stimulus Programs. THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains. George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about. On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. "That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel. "Huh" said George. "That dance-it was nice," said Hazel. "Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts. George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas. Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what the latest sound had been. "Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer," said George. "I'd think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds," said Hazel a little envious. "All the things they think up." "Um," said George. "Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. "If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on Sunday-just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion." "I could think, if it was just chimes," said George. "Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper General." "Good as anybody else," said George. "Who knows better than I do what normal is?" said Hazel. "Right," said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that. "Boy!" said Hazel, "that was a doozy, wasn't it?" It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling, and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. "All of a sudden you look so tired," said Hazel. "Why don't you stretch out on the sofa, so's you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch." She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around George's neck. "Go on and rest the bag for a little while," she said. "I don't care if you're not equal to me for a while." George weighed the bag with his hands. "I don't mind it," he said. "I don't notice it any more. It's just a part of me." "You been so tired lately-kind of wore out," said Hazel. "If there was just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few." "Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out," said George. "I don't call that a bargain." "If you could just take a few out when you came home from work," said Hazel. "I mean-you don't compete with anybody around here. You just sit around." "If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people'd get away with it-and pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?" "I'd hate it," said Hazel. "There you are," said George. The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society?" If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head. "Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel. "What would?" said George blankly. "Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said? "Who knows?" said George. The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen." He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read. "That's all right-" Hazel said of the announcer, "he tried. That's the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard." "Ladies and Gentlemen," said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men. And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse me-" she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive. "Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous." A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen-upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall. The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides. Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds. And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at snaggle-tooth random. "If you see this boy," said the ballerina, "do not - I repeat, do not - try to reason with him." There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges. Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake. George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have - for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. "My God-" said George, "that must be Harrison!" The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head. When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen. Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die. "I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook. "Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!" Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds. Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor. Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall. He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder. "I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. "Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!" A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow. Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all he removed her mask. She was blindingly beautiful. "Now-" said Harrison, taking her hand, "shall we show the people the meaning of the word dance? Music!" he commanded. The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too. "Play your best," he told them, "and I'll make you barons and dukes and earls." The music began. It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang the music as he wanted it played. He slammed them back into their chairs. The music began again and was much improved. Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while-listened gravely, as though synchronizing their heartbeats with it. They shifted their weights to their toes. Harrison placed his big hands on the girls tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers. And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang! Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well. They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun. They leaped like deer on the moon. The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers nearer to it. It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it. And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time. It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor. Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on. It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out. Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer. George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel. "Yup," she said. "What about?" he said. "I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television." "What was it?" he said. "It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel. "Forget sad things," said George. "I always do," said Hazel. "That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a riveting gun in his head. "Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel. "You can say that again," said George. "Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy." "Harrison Bergeron" is copyrighted by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., 1961. BookTok, which is short for “Book TikTok”, where TikTok users go to talk books and literature, I tell you for the millionth time to get off it. It is a Chinese communist app searching for your personal information, especially embarrassing photos for blackmail, or plotting to send you unsolicited videos that are dark and disturbing. Read about his very sad teen suicide. https://nypost.com/2023/03/23/parents-of-li-suicide-teen-break-down-during-tiktok-hearins-on-capitol-hill/
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