Dogs Of The Apaches

... which was also known as Badlands of Tierrasanta was an obscure, 1950s, B-grade western. In it, the straight-shooting Marshall John Cullen rides into Apache country, looking for a fugitive gunslinger. The film is only known for one bit of dialog, given below. John's deputy, the hot-headed Steve McGregor, spots an Apache Chihuahua running through the brush. Thinking the dog is on the trail of the killer, Steve wants to rush after it, but John knows it's probably a trap. After all, where you see one Chihuahua, there are probably a dozen more, waiting in ambush.

"Don't do it, Steve. Only a fool would take on a Chihuahua out here. They know this country like the backs of their hands."
"Paws, Marshall. Paws."
"Good idea. We'll pause to get our bearings."
"No, I meant paws as in feet. They know this country like the backs of their paws. Chihuahuas don't have hands."
"Oh, shut up."

I Married Well

My wife and I are both crazed papists. Catholicism informs almost all we do. In the last week, I watched my wife show kindness, forgiveness, mercy and charity to someone who needed it, but had not been all that kind to her in the past. The recipient was a good person who had fallen on hard times and their negative reactions to my wife were a feature of circumstances and not an ill disposition.

In any case, I saw a woman who strives daily to be Christian in all she does do just that, in spades. The end result was warmth and happiness, as much as could be expected.

The analogy that just came to mind was that of ripples radiating out from a full-immersion baptism. By bathing herself in her faith, how she chose to live each day of her life had beautiful effects on people around her. A casual observer might not have made the connection, but I know her pretty well and what motivated her love.

Like my post about the drinks, I'll explain more at another time.

2018 Is Starting To Shape Up Nicely

... considering what I got at Costco today. Pork bellies and beer. The beer, Alpine's Duet IPA, isn't anything special, but it's a decent enough go-to for an evening get-together with friends. The pork bellies are something I've never worked with before, so it ought to be interesting.

You can make bacon from the back, the belly, the jowls and who knows what else. My goodness, it's like pigs are just giant packages of bacon with legs.

Drinks

I'll explain later.

Modelo To Open Breweries In Iran, North Korea

... or at least they should. After all, they can't tell where one country ends and another begins, right?

Me, I don't live in space. I live in San Diego. I can tell where countries begin and end. I suspect that lots of the folks at this advertising agency can as well, which is why they don't choose where they live by random chance.

It's lies all the way down, from space to the homes of the Modelo marketers.

Discomfort Can Be God For You

A little tidbit that's been on my mind, triggered by this tweet.

Something I’ve learned from experience: if your preaching makes people think they’re hunky-dory just as they are, your preaching is bad. Because that’s not how saints think and your preaching should be directed at helping people become saints.

— Fr. Brendon (@padrebrendon) December 26, 2017

Cries of "Don't judge!" and the body-positive movement that criticizes fat-shaming always bother me. Without discomfort, there's not much motivation to change, to stop bad habits. That's certainly true in my case. My bad habits keep rolling along in the absence of the motivation of shame or criticism. For example, I listen to Christian music and read Christian books to encourage me to be better, not to reassure me that I'm perfect just the way I am. I'm not perfect just the way I am and I don't want to stop working to improve.

Matthew Kelly is a Catholic speaker whose primary theme is becoming the best version of yourself. It's kind of hard to work on that continuous progression is you feel totally comfortable with who and what you are.

Merry Christmas!

Snug In Their Beds

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The three Guards were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of doggie-treats danced in their heads;

Here in the Catican Compound, we all wish you a warm and safe Christmas Eve.

Catholicism And Politics

One of our sons and I were texting yesterday, laughing about the tax bill and Net Neutrality hysteria. I had asked him if the offices where he worked were filled with dead bodies. I told him that our dumpsters had been convereted to emergency mass-burial sites. He asked me if the insane responses we're seeing from the left were normal. I thought about it and said I'd never seen anything like this in my life.

Since then, I've been trying to come up with a reason for the madness and I think I've got it. In the past, I've said that progressivism is a religion.

The young man (a San Diego public school teacher) is a standard prole. He has faith in the progressive religion and "knows" his positions are morally right. When teachers, who care only about children and have the most important jobs in the Universe because the youth are the future tell them that the Democrats are kind and Republicans are greedy and evil, they ingest their catechism without critical thought and go back to their lives.

The fact that the progressivism has sold us all into debt slavery cannot pierce the bubble of faith encasing this fellow in a warm feeling of moral righteousness. Even if he loses his job because of debt loads inflicted on us all by the left, it's doubtful he'll ever do the hard work of learning how and why it happened. He has his progressive religion and it gives his life meaning and value even when things fall to pieces because of it.

The hysteria we're seeing in the media and politicians over taxes and the ISP regulations is faithful progressives reacting in rage against what their religion tells them is evil. It's not measured or rational because it's not based on reason or logic. It's good vs evil in its purest form.

Almost everything I do is guided by my Catholic faith. I reflexively compare decision options against Catholic teaching. I try to pray throughout the day for guidance when going into a situation that I know will tempt me to do wrong.

For example, yesterday, while driving around, shopping, I prayed about what I ought to do that evening. My wife's birthday is today and I've been working long hours and travelling almost non-stop to the point that I'm exhausted. I decided the best thing I could do to be a good husband was to get plenty of sleep that night so that today I'd be full of energy so I could help make the day a happy one for her.

I'd argue that the left has become so religious that they are doing the same things, but to a degree beyond anything I'd do. That's the source of the insane claims of racism over almost everything. Dig this list of 100 racist things from Tucker Carlson. This might be my favorite.

44. Pumpkin spice lattes. #100RacistThings https://t.co/A6qV6RFifj

— Tucker Carlson (@TuckerCarlson) December 22, 2017

I am absolutely sold on Catholicism. It exudes from my pores. Even I, deranged Papist that I am, would never think to try to apply my faith to flavored coffee drinks. If any of the radical traditionalists on Twitter, who want to return to the Latin Mass, even suggested that Pumpkin Spiced Lattes were a sin, we'd all howl at them in laughter. That's part of it, but there's something bigger at work.

Under Catholicism, I contemplate my sins. Under progressivism, you contemplate my sins as well. I see my sins as my own evil and struggle against them. Progressives see my political beliefs as evil and fight that with the same determination, if not more. They reacted with rage this week, not because people disagreed with them won some legislative victories, but because evil was triumphant. They couldn't moderate their reactions because they were religious reactions, not reasoned ones.

There. That's it for now. The Newcastle United game is on. Have a nice day!

Peggy Noonan, Socialist?

I love Peggy. Let's make that clear from the start. I think she is warm, wise and tries very hard to have a feel for us peasants. She's also a good weathervane for the cutlure. Dig this. In that essay, she says the tax reform bill was a good thing, but now corporations need to do what government would have done anyway.

I end with this. This bill gives American big business more than a boatload of money, it offers a historic opportunity—a timely and perhaps final one.

Big corporations can take the gift of the tax cut (and the continuance of the carried interest loophole, that scandal) and do superficial, pleasing public relations sort of things, while really focusing on buying back stock and upping shareholder profits.

And they’ll do this if they’re stupid, and craven.

Or they could set themselves to saving the system that made them, and helping the country that made their lives possible.

They can in some new way see themselves as citizens—as members of America, as people with a stake in this nation, a responsibility for it. They can broaden, invest, hire, expand and start the kinds of projects that take the breath away. They can literally get young men and women out of the house, into the workplace, learning something. They can change and save lives. This would be costly. Spend.

Um, Peg? Corporations are not formed to save systems. They are formed to offer goods and services that customers want and in so doing, generate wealth. That's it. Yes, philanthropy and civic-mindedess are good things, but that's not the mission of corporations, it's a byproduct.

Cities and states woo businesses becase they want the jobs, the growth and the wealth that comes along with them. It's a tacit admission of reality - someone has to make a profit if you want jobs. Peg goes on.

One of our two political parties is being swept by a young and rising new left that is fiercely progressive and on fire for socialism. It may well in coming decades sweep the CEOs and their corporations away if they cannot rouse themselves to present economic freedom as an ultimate and democratic good.

This may be the last opportunity for business leaders to do what hasn’t been done in a generation, and that is defend the reputation of capitalism.

Um, no. Capitalism is a fact, it's how the world works. Like biology, it's out of favor right now, but that doesn't make it any less of a fact. The resurgence in the popularity of socialism isn't caused by businesses doing what businesses have always done, it's caused by the current fads of the intellectuals.

CNBC had a couple of tweets after the passage of the tax bill where they highlighted companies who were giving bonuses, increasing pay rates and promising investment. The replies were illuminating. Lefty hatred of business wasn't bought off by the corporations doing good things. Prog after prog replied with scorn and fury. So much for defending reputations.

I don't want the businesses in my city, state or nation to worry about getting lazy 20-somethings out of their parents' basements, either. I want them to make money so they stick around and hire people. The lazy slobs can figure out how to get to work on their own. That's how the world works.

Here we see a typical, greedy CEO, rushing to bury his ill-gotten gains, squeezed from the workers, in his back yard.

SoCal Wildfires And Controlled Burns

As huge swaths of SoCal burned up recently, I wondered why the state hadn't done more burns to deplete the fuel for the fires in a controlled manner and prevent these conflagrations. I did some research and found out a couple of interesting facts.

• Because of how dry SoCal is and the requirements to safely do controlled burns, there are only about two weeks a year when you can do them.
• The firefighters who do the burns are under contract for only 6 months out of the year.
• Air pollution regulations consider the smoke from controlled burns to be man-made particulates, making it hard to get permits to do the burns.
• Unlike the South, where controlled burns are the norm, in the West, we have followed a path of all-fires-are-bad and so there hasn't been much political support for increasing the amount of acreage burned.

The end result has been an accumulation of massive stockpiles of fuel in scrub and forests. One site claimed that, due to decades of build-up, the heat and size of the inevitable wildfires are beyond what can be contained.

Another interesting fact I pulled up is that under controlled burns, the flames aren't allowed to get much more than a foot high. The big trees get singed, but not burned down. The idea is to use fire to get rid of the flammable detritus on the forest floor.

Global Warming Climate Change may or may not play a role, but it's what is getting all the blame. Instead of that, it looks to me like we should have put a lot more effort into burning out the fuel stocks and less into worrying about air pollution and funding high-speed rail to nowhere. In the end, the air got polluted anyway and the cost of the damage was massive to the state.

On the plus side, we will soon have connected a couple of tiny, rural towns with high-speed rail service. Massive wildfires are a small price to pay for that!

This Is What's Wrong With America Today

Just look at this.

WATCH: This little boy called 911 to warn police about the Grinch's plan to steal Christmas. pic.twitter.com/oNdd9QTXBk

— NBC News (@NBCNews) December 20, 2017

Back in the frontier days, when America was great, we didn't have 911. No, Americans defended their country themselves. This little boy needs to learn self-reliance. If he thinks the Grinch is going to steal Christmas, the proper response is to be trained and armed and take out the green villain when he tries to put an end to our favorite holiday.

After all, Davy Crockett killed him a bear when he was only 3.

Consarn it! If 5 years old is not too young to learn about all 131 genders, it's not too young to be able to defend your home and holidays from that rantallion, the Grinch.

Steve Young Wearing A Tablecloth

... perhaps one he took off a picnic table.

Watching MNF last night, we were assaulted by this sartorial horror from the old 49ers QB, Steve Young.

What has been seen cannot be unseen.

Hideous. Simply hideous.

Snow In The Rockies

I shot this one with my phone from the plane's window yesterday as we flew back from Chicago to San Diego. I left it pretty big, so it might be worth a click. Enjoy!

What's Next, A Game Show?

I saw this and I still don't believe it.

"Racist Sandwich": This podcast wants you to think critically about race and food https://t.co/oQEjGDpBlv via @NBCAsianAmerica pic.twitter.com/EJlSrRRLRu

— NBC News (@NBCNews) December 16, 2017

Next up on NBC, "Let's Make A Diversity Deal" where contestants attempt to assemble the most diverse team to accomplish mundane bureaucratic tasks while combating racism!

The elites who run NBC have completely lost their marbles. Why do I need to think critically about race and food? Why can't I just have some pho or wings or Pad Thai or fish and chips, drink a beer and watch the Monday Premier League match at lunch?

Who is the audience for this podcast? The only group I can think of is people who are just like the podcasters - educated, woke, hip and utterly disconnected from reality. All the while they're working on their podcast, kids by the millions in single-mom homes are falling farther behind their peers who come from traditional families.

It's so detached from the serious problems of the real world that it makes me want to rant on and on and on. Don't worry, I won't. I'll just stop here before I go completely off the rails.

We're in the Windy City for a family wedding this weekend and, of course, we went to a tap room to sample the local suds. This is what it looked like.

They have lots of local, Midwestern craft beers at The Brass Tap in Chicago. All of their IPAs were horrible, probably because they were brewed without first critically thinking about race and hops.

It May Not Be Spoken

... but it's OK if it shows in their behavior.

The Boston Globe recently did a series of articles probing Boston's reputation as the most racist city in America.

But this much we know: Here in Boston, a city known as a liberal bastion, we have deluded ourselves into believing we’ve made more progress than we have. Racism certainly is not as loud and violent as it once was, and the city overall is a more tolerant place. But inequities of wealth and power persist, and racist attitudes remain powerful, even if in more subtle forms. They affect what we do — and what we don’t do.

I haven't read the whole thing, but it triggered my thought from yesterday - there are topics we can discuss, like racism, and there are ones we can't discuss like cultural rot. When I started reading the Globe's work, I wondered, "What if there's a basis for the feelings? I wonder if they deal with that in the series."

I have a friend who is a dyed-in-the-wool progressive. They love to talk about racism and they have the obligatory lefty hatred of the South, particularly of southerners who still like the Confederate flag. In San Diego, there's an excellent soul food restaurant in one of our few black neighborhoods. The prog won't visit it because they don't feel safe. Personally, I've got no problem going down there and getting my fix of deep-fried okra. The prog will preach to you at length about how racist America is, but their actions show they feel there is merit to the racists' arguments.

There's the elephant in the room again. We can talk about the Stars and Bars, but we can't talk about the reality of communities where the traditional family has broken down. We clearly know what it means in terms of crime and ruined lives because we quietly avoid those places, but we dare not say what we're implicitly thinking.

Going back to Boston, how many of the readers of that series will be nodding their heads, thinking about how terrible it is that so many of their neighbors are such racists all the while never having shopped, eaten, worked, lived or gone to school in those neighborhoods because, well, look at them, they're such cesspits!

It feels like our conversations about race are really all about ourselves and whether or not we are virtuous. What would we discuss if our first priority were the people who live in those neighborhoods?

A park in Boston. There are no statues of Robert E. Lee, but plenty of racism. Hmm.

You Can Only Solve The Problems You Can Discuss

When my wife and I teach the remarriage class for the Diocese, we talk about the elephant in the living room. That's where a couple avoids discussing a major issue and it gets bigger and bigger until it's like having an elephant in your living room that you pretend you don't see. You never bring it up because you're afraid of the argument that will result.

I've been trying to put my finger on what really bugs me about the destruction of Confederate monuments. The two thoughts that keep returning to my mind have been:

• If the monuments are so horrible, why are the pathologies in the black community the same everywhere, whether there's a statue of Robert E. Lee present or not?
• What are we hoping to gain from this? Is there some metric of black success we expect to rise once the monuments are all gone?

I do understand that to some people, removing them itself is a good thing because of the nation they represent. I can respectfully accept that while disagreeing with it. To me, they represent men fallen in battle and removing those monuments is essentially telling the descendants of those soldiers, "Your ancestors were scum."

But that's not the elephant in the living room. Nor are any of the other Social Justice fads like cultural appropriation, whiteness, white privilege or what have you. No, the elephant in the living room is our debased culture.

I'm using black America here, but understand it's a proxy for all of American culture. It's handy because the statistics are stark and the national conversation is obsessed with race. I have argued before that skin color is irrelevant and I don't see the need to recap that here.

Going back to the culture and things we don't discuss, try this on for size. About 50% of all black pregnancies end in aboriton and of the remaining half, about 3/4 are single women having babies. That means that 7 out of every 8 times a black woman gets pregnant, her man won't commit to her and the child.

Civilization is built upon the family. Those stats reveal a foundation that is rotten to the core. I've likewise blogged incessantly about the problems that arise from broken families - crime, drugs, education, etc. Compare the effects of some statues in a park nearby and having your parents, grandparents, friends' parents and neighbors' parents unmarried and in transitory relationships. It's insane to suggest that the two have even vaguely equal value, but we discuss the statues/racism all the time and the culture almost never.

I don't know any racists and I'm a pretty gregarious person who travels all over the country. If racism was a serious problem, then statistically, I'd expect to know at least a few. I don't know any, as in zero. I know plenty of children from broken homes, though. It looks to me like one problem is solved and the other has been allowed to grow until it's huge.

That's because American family culture is the elephant in the living room.

We'd sooner pay for a massive remodel than discuss what it's doing in our house.

A Little-Known Theology Fact About Bacon

We recently celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. It is a little-known fact that during one of Mary's visits with Juan Diego, she told him, "Cuando cocinas tocino, el bebé Jesus sonríe" - "When you cook bacon, baby Jesus smiles." He told this to his neighbor, Maria Consuela Roberta Chata Lupe Garcia-Garcia*. Recent research has revealed that Maria was granted a vision after Juan told her this crucial Catechetical fact. An angel of the Lord came to Maria that night and told her, "Cuando cocina tocino con manteca de tocino, el bebé Jesús sonríe con ángeles cantando, también" - "When you cook bacon in bacon grease, baby Jesus smiles with angels singing, too."

And now you know.

The Catechism is silent about what happens when you chargrill oysters, but St. Catherine Labouré was convinced it involved Cherubim.

* - Maria Garcia-Garcia was a proto-feminist. Although it was the 1530s and the patriarchy reigned supreme, she was a fiercely independent woman and refused to take her husband's last name, hence the hyphenate with her maiden name.

The Problem With Being A Good Cook

... is that most restaurants disappoint.

I'm way down south in Dixie this week, my favorite part of the country with my favorite cuisines and outside of pilgrimages to Waffle House, where the company is more than half the attraction, and some fried chicken at Po Folks, it's been disappointing.

That's not unusual, most of the food in San Diego is disappointing as well. In the end, we go out to eat because we're tired or we want to go to a tap house for uusual craft beers. There are a couple of Italian joints in SD that my wife adores, but I can't tell them apart. Tomato sauce, garlic, oregano, basil and some pasta is all it is to me. Meh.

Yesterday, I had some Crawfish Etouffee. It was good, but mine is much better. I use homemade seafood stock and I do a lard roux that takes about 50 minutes. No restaurant is going to be able to do that.

Where local Southern eateries shine is when they can serve something you just can't find in SoCal, like crawfish. A crawfish boil, man that's some good eating and unless you want to pay big bucks to have them shipped in live, you can't get it in San Diego. Meanwhile, the rest of the food is pretty good, but I wouldn't go out to those places if I lived here. I'd stay home and cook it myself.

As for the fried chicken and biscuits at Po Folks, they were unreal. I do a triple coating for my chicken: seasoned flour, beaten eggs and Panko crumbs, but these guys look like they did a buttermilk soak and then just the seasoned flour. It was the best fried chicken I've ever had. The crust was crunchy and delicious, but not thick like KFC or mine. The biscuits simply dissolved in your mouth in a wash of buttery goodness. Fabulous.

OK, enough is enough. I need to get in to my local work site. It's going to be a 22-hour work day for me today, what with early morning work at the hotel and then flying home late tonight. Sigh. I wish I was taking some time off so I could scoot over and spend some time in Alabama. I loves me that state, I surely do.

Have a great day and I'll post again tomorrow.

I believe that an excellent way to understand Southerners is to spend time hanging out with them at a Waffle House. Try it a half dozen times and I would bet that any lingering prejudices you have about Dixie will be washed away.

Electing Robots

I had a few other posts in my head for today, but I decided to go to the Roy Moore card just by way of self-explanation.

The teen-girl fetish accusations from decades ago don't really bother me. I can't imagine what bland weirdos we'd end up with in the Senate if everyone was held to an altar boy standard for their entire lives before we let them run for office. They certainly wouldn't be representative of our porn-soaked population.

What really bothers me is the anger and judgment against gays that comes from him. Waving a Bible around and then screaming at any group is disgusting to me. It's pretty hard to work your way through the Gospels and then nod your head at Roy Moore when he starts going off. Truth be told, I'd have a really hard time voting for him today. I couldn't vote for the pro-abortion dude, either. What's his name? Doug Jones? John Smith? Joe Everyman? Hey, he didn't have a thing for teens, vote for him! Don't look at that mountain of dead babies behind him, we'll clean that up as soon as we get the elevators to the crematoria working again.

Whatever.

Pulling back up to the 30,000 foot level, these guys are just voting robots. The odds that the (D) candidate wouldn't vote in 100% lockstep with his Party masters is practically zero. He doesn't look like he's had an original idea since he discovered Crayons came in boxes larger than 8. Meanwhile, Roy Moore will be a reliable vote for his party as well. He does have original ideas, but they're all bad.

So what is it we're fighting about? A voting robot. Great.

With indescribable horror, Alex realized that both candidates were following, intent on inflicting their hideous stump speeches upon him.

Impeaching The Goose That Lays The Golden Eggs

As I was savoring yet another great week for my 401K recently, it dawned on me that yes, indeed, a rising Trump tide lifts all boats. There are a ton of state, local, university and union pension plans invested in the market that are in a world of hurt from over-promising their employees. They all assumed insane rates of growth in the markets to stay solvent and up until this year, a whole bunch of them were staring at bankruptcy.

Now we have insane rates of growth in the markets and, for some of them at least, things aren't looking so dire.

Now we must impeach the president.

Good idea. That won't put an end to this stock run that's saving their bacon.

President Trump is a clear and present danger.

How hard would it be to behave normally and just rip every word out of his mouth, but let him stay in office while he staves off catastrophe for the blue states and unions? In the old days, that's what wise politicians did on both sides. Now we're so enraged that we'll take fiscal collapse just to get rid of Trump. That many of their constituents and employees will see their pensions practically zeroed out is of no consequence to the crazies.

Can't anybody here play this game?

Some Unnoticed Ironies In The Roy Moore Imbroglio

Republican Roy Moore, sometime teen fetishist running for Senate in Alabama, is best known for his resistance against the Federal government, trying to keep the Ten Commandments displayed in his courtroom against the Separation of Church and State.

Separation of Church and State came in the 1940s from an Alabama Democrat klansman nominated to the Supreme Court by FDR.

Separation was a crucial part of the KKK’s jurisprudential agenda. It was included in the Klansman’s Creed (or was it the Klansman’s Kreed?). Before he joined the Court, Justice Black was head of new members for the largest Klan cell in the South. New members of the KKK had to pledge their allegiance to the “eternal separation of Church and State.” In 1947, Black was the author of Everson, the first Supreme Court case to hold that the first amendment’s establishment clause requires separation of church & state. The suit in Everson was brought by an organization that at various times had ties to the KKK.

In a second irony. Moore is runing to replace Jeff Sessions, a Republican who made his name prosecuting the Alabama Klan, sending one of their members to his execution and fining the Klan millions of dollars, effectively bankrupting them.

You've come a long way, Alabama.

You're also exquisitely beautiful.

Romans 1 Could Have Been Written Today

I'm making my way through the New Testament and I just finished Paul's Letter to the Romans. The first part could have been written to today's elites in entertainment, the media, politics and academia. Check it out.

The wrath of God is being revealed from heaven against all the godlessness and wickedness of people, who suppress the truth by their wickedness, since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

For although they knew God, they neither glorified him as God nor gave thanks to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened. Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like a mortal human being and birds and animals and reptiles.

Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another. They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen.

Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.

Furthermore, just as they did not think it worthwhile to retain the knowledge of God, so God gave them over to a depraved mind, so that they do what ought not to be done. They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil; they disobey their parents; they have no understanding, no fidelity, no love, no mercy. Although they know God’s righteous decree that those who do such things deserve death, they not only continue to do these very things but also approve of those who practice them.

They are gossips, slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful; they invent ways of doing evil.

Harassment, Then And Now

I'm not taking a position with this one, but something occurred to me today. Men harassing women is an old problem. My wife has suffered it many, many times.

All before I knew her or some guys would have been picking their teeth up off the floor.

Ahem.

I saw an article today by an older feminist who suggested that we might be defining harassment too broadly. Personally, I'm kind of torn about whether or not Al Franken being coarse and Roy Moore having a thing for legal teens is such a big deal. I couldn't be friends with either of them, just based on that, but do we need to ruin them? Kevin Spacey and Brian Ross, yes. Franken and Moore? Meh.

I wonder if the difference in defining it is because a few decades back, young women were looking for husbands whereas today, they're looking for careers. Is it all about accepting the downsides that go with trying to achieve a goal?

Lawyers Changing Oil With Lawsuits

... it's a weird analogy, but work with me here. I was trying to think of professional-types trying to do something practical using bureaucratic methods. Shrug. It's early and I have to get on a plane. They can't all be good.

Ahem.

First, there's this, a story about lawyers suing the California Department of Education over lousy schools.

Assessments found less than half of California students from third grade to fifth grade have met statewide literacy standards since 2015. Both traditional and charter schools are failing, Rosenbaum said.

Of the 26 lowest-performing districts in the nation, 11 are in California, according to the lawsuit. Texas, the largest state after California, has only one district among the 26.

I did some quick research, found a list of bad schools in California, picked one at random and looked at the demographics of its zip code. Half of the families were single women with children.

Well, duh.

Meanwhile, all of the people in suits and ties and with excellent degrees are in plush courtrooms, expensive universities and big government offices, yelling at each other and pointing fingers. Just like they were doing last year and the year before that. Meanwhile, lots of children from single-parent homes can't read. Children growing up in communities where single-parent homes are the norm are particularly screwed.

The usual solutions are being tried.

Ainsworth pointed to more than $10 billion annually in extra funds for English language learners, foster children and students from low-income families. Some 228 districts will get additional support next year to help struggling schools, including the three named in the lawsuit.

Just like they were tried for the last couple of decades. I'm sure it will all work out this time because now we've got lawsuits and court cases, which always helps.

Fortunately, things haven't gotten so bad that we're trying something totally insane like this.

Trickle Down Economics Doesn't Work

I know this because Really Smart People with Important Degrees like Paul Krugman and the entire Democratic Party tell me so.

Since I don't want to participate in something that doesn't work, I'm going to stop doing everything that is Trickle Down.

We do alright. We're not rich, but we can afford a maid service once a week and a gardener once a week. That's wealthy people hiring poor people, as far as I can tell from the political pundits. It's the very definition of Trickle Down. Our first step will be to fire these people and send that money to the government.

Government spending, as we all know, is not Trickle Down and there is no moral opprobrium or economic argument against more of it. Ergo, the right thing to do is to stop Trickling Down and use those resources to fund government programs.

Next, we're going to look at voluntary spending. When we buy ribeye steaks instead of, say, flank steak, all kinds of less-fortunate people get our money from the markup between the low-quality cuts of meat and the premium cuts. No more good meat or fish. All of those savings will be sent to the government.

We are pondering some home improvement projects where we might hire a contractor to work for us. Forget that! That would be Trickle Down, too - people with disposable income paying lower income people. Not good. Good spending is government spending. We're going to cancel our kitchen remodel plans and send that money to the government.

Finally, there are our charitable donations, of which we make a sizable amount, almost all to Catholic organizations who help the poor. No more of that for us! It's not only Trickle Down, it's misogynistic and homophobic, not to mention discriminatory against people of other faiths. No, we're going to stop all charitable donations and send that money to the government.

If we do that and you do it, too, we will finally be able to put an end to the scourge of Trickle Down Economics. Everyone will be better off.

Without Trickle Down Economics, the government will be able to provide good jobs at good wages.

The Tops Of The Clouds At Sunset

I shot this one from the window of an airliner yesterday evening. It's a bit muted, but I still like it. I left it rather large, so it might be worth a click. Enjoy!

Yes, There Was A Happy Ending

Have Some Sympathy For The Homeless

... and for the city of San Diego.

We have great weather here. Everyone knows that. The weather attracts the homeless. It attracts everyone and with limited real estate, rental prices here are crazy high - averaging $1700+ per month for a one bedroom apartment. Once here, the odds of a homeless person finding lodging is pretty small. They don't have the skills to get a job paying enough to cover rent. The end result is a chain of tiny tent cities downtown, looking like this.

I don't go downtown that much since I don't volunteer at Catholic Charities any more, but when I did, I marveled at what looked like an REI sample lot. Street after street had tents on the sidewalk. One of our sons worked for a while downtown and every day he had to navigate the tents and residents to get to work.

San Diego has recently seen an outbreak of hepatitis among the homeless and tens of them have died from it. The response has been to erect a couple of massive tents to house and care for hundreds of them. Before you become outraged at that or blame one political side or the other, think about the financial aspect of it. San Diego real estate prices are very high which means the city is in the same boat as the homeless - no one can afford to create, permanent low-income housing. Thus, the tents.

When I worked at Catholic Charities, I met lots and lots of homeless people. These were people with low IQs, language difficulties, addictions, stories of serious hardship or abuse and mental illness in some combination. They were beautiful children of God like you and me, they had just rolled snake eyes in life and/or made some horribly bad choices.

There is no good political solution for this. There isn't enough money to give them decent housing and if you do, you invite more of them. For the most part, they aren't going to find jobs or get training to be able to afford San Diego rents themselves. It isn't conservative greed or liberal handouts, it's just the breaks in cities like San Diego.

This is why salvation is personal, not collective. While there is no large-scale, long-term solution, there is an individual one. We have Cursillo friends who know one of the homeless and take him in when the weather gets bad or when it looks like he needs a shower and clean clothes. At Catholic Charities and Father Joe's Village, volunteers take care of individual cases, funded by Catholics across the Diocese.

A friend of mine is a recovered homeless drug addict. When I asked him if he gives money to homeless beggars, he said, "No way. I'm not buying some guy's drugs. Instead, I buy them food. Try going into a McDonald's when you're homeless. The stares, the whispers and the ostracism is terrible. Get the guy a hamburger instead of cash."

You can't vote to solve the problem universally, but you can solve one person's problem, at least temporarily.

I'm Going To Pay More And I Don't Care

It looks like the tax reform bill passed last night by the Senate will remove deductions for state income tax. As we live in insanely-high-tax California, that no doubt means we will pay more taxes. I'm fine with that. To me, the key was to dramatically cut corporate taxes so our kids and their generation have better employment prospects. We got that, so I'm happy.

Men And Women Need Each Other

... because if not, then we must be competitive or antagonistic, right?

As I watch Pervageddon sweep through the arts, the media and politics, I keep being reminded of  St. Pope John Paul II's Theology of the Body - that men and women are complimentary and that we were designed by God to need each other.

As I watch the reactions on social media and in the news, that message is lost. Instead, it's all retribution and how we have to change our behaviors because men are pigs. I agree with the idea, but not the with prescriptions that seem to be anti-masculinity and anti-men instead of positively stating how we were made for each other and how sexual harassment and assault are hideous perversions of our divine purposes.

From this point, I think of a CD I listened to a while back, 5 Things Women Need To Know About Men. I don't remember the last two because the first three were enough for me. Here's what the author said men need from women (read: wives), with which I agree.

1. Respect
2. Admiration
3. A physical relationship

When I see all the "toxic masculinity" nonsense and claims that men need to be re-trained to not be so, well, male, I see the first two elements wiped out. With porn available almost everywhere, the third gets wiped out as well. If those three things are either negated or fulfilled by something other than a woman (wife), where does that leave us?

Alone.

What Do You Want Me To Do About It?

So let's agree on a couple of things. First, there are 137 genders*. Second, gender is a social construct. Third, all genders and sexes are equal.

Given that, what am I supposed to do about Pervageddon? All of the outrage is there to shame me into taking some kind of action. That's what outrage does. Why do I have to take action? That seems to be your problem, not mine. Let's take an example.

Say I'm a genderfluid digisexual - someone who isn't consistent with what part of xis sex robot xe puts where and let's say you're a questioning lagomorphophile - someone who isn't sure they love rabbits. Love in that way, not the other way, you understand. You walk into Al Franken's office and he whips out a body part best left undescribed and demands you fan it with ostrich feathers. Offended, you leave the room and then 5 years later, you start telling everyone how terrible it all was and demand that something be done.

Well, why do I have to do something? If we're all equal, what do you need me for? I was busy over here with my robot, minding my own business. I don't have anything to do with the fact that Franken likes ostriches and you might or might not like rabbits. You go work it out and leave me be.

This whole outrage thing doesn't make any sense to me. If one gender can be expected to stand up for themselves, then they all can since they are all the same even though we celebrate their differences.

Right?

The whole thing makes my head hurt. I need a beer.

* - Maybe more by the time you read this.

The Disadvantage Of Owning The Culture

.. as the progressives do is that when you have a widespread epidemic of corruption and perversion, your side is going to take most of the hits.

Today we learned that reliable progressive mouthpiece, Matt Lauer, a bland, interchangeable digit if ever there was one, was attacking women. Yay! Another miscreant brought low! Whoops, he's one of ours, boys. Again.

Owning the culture worked well when you could post lectures to the normals by movie stars and have them avoid criticism on late night TV and in the news media because of political homogeneity, but it's a real liability now. Try watching this and not laughing at them.

An eminent degree! An unfit candidate!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Well, it was a nice run while it lasted.

Why I'm In Favor Of Socialized Medicine

... NOT.

Dig this.

Texas Democratic Rep. Al Green had sex with a staffer who he said was a drug addict and then sued her.

Yep, that's who I want managing my health care. And banking system. And education industry. And and and.

Nothing says "socialism works" quite like a national legislator who does the horizontal monkey dance with a crack ho and then takes her to court.

Congress is now in session.

A Surefire Get Rich Quick Scheme

I've got a great new idea that's going to make me a ton of money! I'm going to make a Catholic Catechism alphabet coloring book! I checked around and didn't find any others so I've got the market all to myself. With something like a billion Catholics in the world, if I even get a small percentage of them to buy my book, I'll be rich as Rockefeller!

It can't miss! I've already started picking out the mansion I'll buy with my insane profits.

Birthday Cards For Pilgrim Children

Today, we're going to a birthday party for a friend's son who is turning 2. I went out to buy a card for him and in the process, given the proximity of Thanksgiving, I wondered what a card for a Pilgrim child might have read. How about this?

Congratulations on turning 2, Hezekiah!
Your chances of dying from croup have decreased significantly.
We wish you a very happy birthday and pray you survive the upcoming Winter.

Yep, that's a good one alright. If I'd been alive back then, I'd have made a fortune writing greeting cards.

Men, Women And Cars

My punch list of things I need to do so I can start driving my MGB again is down to 4 items. Yesterday, I tackled one of them - getting my front rotors turned. They had corroded a bit as the car sat idle for years while I worked on it in a desultory fashion.

Taking the hubs off to get at the rotors was messy and typically British. It involved cotter pins in odd places, getting grease and dirt all over me and, of course, gashing my one fingers and mashing another. I loved it.

Filthy and bleeding, I took the rotors to a half-dozen different places before I found someone who would turn them. As I drove, I pondered the current Pervageddon where women are coming forward to denounce the cads and bounders who abused them years and years ago.

In all my life working on cars, I've never met a woman who enjoyed doing it. I don't think I've met more than 5 who were even modestly competent at things like changing oil and replacing a flat tire. It's not what they do.

Pervageddon, in my mind, was greatly driven by the religious cult of sexual equality. Women didn't need the protection of men and men were free to either ignore the situations or take advantage of women. There were no chevaliers to rescue the wronged damsels because we had decided to ditch biological facts of life. No, men and women were equal, interchangeable.

Meanwhile, there I was, happily covered in dirt, grease and a little bit of blood, playing with my masculine toy.

The shop that turned my rotors was worked entirely by men. There was one, lovely, delicate, mousy girl at the counter, but in the back, it was all men. While I did this, my wife was baking pies with a friend. Weird, huh?

Deep Fried Turkey

Wife kitteh, after years of resistance, bought me a Butterball deep fryer last Christmas. I've used it for all kinds of things, but yesterday I finally used it for its namesake's purpose - frying a turkey. I've never eaten deep-fried turkey before, nor had my mother who, up until yesterday, had provided succulent, skillful Thanksgiving feasts all my life. The results were outstanding. My mom said she had never eaten a better turkey. Coming from such a talented source, that's about as high as high praise can get.

I brined the turkey overnight, using this brine recipe from Deep South Dish. (If you don't use recipes from Deep South Dish yet, you should. Everything Mary publishes is simply delicious.) After pulling the turkey out from the brine, I put it in a roasting pan and stuck it in the oven at 175 while the oil heated in the fryer, which takes about 40 minutes.

If you are cooking a large mass of meat and you don't warm it first, it cools the oil in the fryer by a couple hundred degrees and then things take a long time. Also, I'm sure the cooking process is completely different as the meat is then in 200-degree oil instead of 350-degree oil. I discovered this process with Cornish game hens and have used it ever since. I don't do it with small things like catfish nuggets, but for big things like chickens, I pre-heat the meat.

Frying takes 3-4 minutes per pound. As I like things crispy and the oil temperature had dropped significantly despite the pre-heating, I went more towards the 4-minute side of that range. At any rate, in about an hour, the bird was golden brown and a meat thermometer showed it was cooked all the way through. The result was heaps of deliciousness. Even the Catican Guards got some, with the standard tryptophanic consequences.

I hope you and yours had a great Thanksgiving, too. Enjoy the photos below and if you feel so moved, leave a comment and share your Thanksgiving meal with the rest of us.

Both the bird and the cook were properly brined.

Down she goes!

A deep fryer in action emits a delightful sound. Bubbling delight!

Let the feast begin!

I don't want any more treats, Daddy. I just want to lay here in a warm, golden haze.

How To Talk To Your Family About Me This Thanksgiving

... that's what I thought of when i saw this on Twitter.

How to Talk to Your Family About Planned Parenthood This #Thanksgiving https://t.co/SPmJHlGxiW pic.twitter.com/qQNryn15Mv

— Planned Parenthood (@ppmn) November 23, 2016

Surprisingly, the first thing it made me think of was not carving up previously living things, but what a cry for attention this was. "How to talk about Planned Parenthood this Thanksgiving?!?" That's pretty sad, really. "How to talk about us with your family. Please talk about us. Please, please, please!"

Apparently, I've missed a big opportunity all these years. I should have been blogging and tweeting about how you could talk about me with your family. I'm not sure why you would. I don't like to talk about me with my family, but hey, maybe you've been doing it all along and probably doing it wrong. Here are some basic ideas to get the conversation going.

• Your sister Suzy is a woke progressive. When she comes through the door, hand her a printed copy of a translated version of Der Sturmer and scream at her, "I thought I'd give you some of your favorite reading material, you Nazi!" Throw her the old Hitler salute and put a toothbrush under your nose as well. As she fumes and sputters, text her links to some of my really incendiary posts about prog-Nazis.


• Take photos of the food in all stages of preparation. This works really well if you're not cooking and aren't expected to be cluttering up the kitchen with your body, your multiple cameras and maybe a portable photography lamp or two. Tell them you got the idea from me.


• If travelling to someone else's house with your spouse and kids, whenever you see something that might have even slight bloggability as a photo, loop around so you can get a good shot of it. When the passengers in your car start yelling that you just got off the freeway in the middle of Carmageddon and will now have to get back on, losing a half hour in the process, ignore their rage with a dismissive, "This will only take a second. The guy at The Scratching Post showed me how important this is."


• Go to Mass, especially if you're not Catholic. Bring your family. If they object, tell them you are all converting to the One, True Church. Hand them printed copies of some of my charts about families and divorce and some hideous social pathology like child abuse. Shout, "Do you want to end up like that? Well, do you?"


• Instead of watching the Thanksgiving NFL games, insist on watching some English Premier League on demand. Last weekend's Bournemouth match ought to be a real hit. As you push everything out of the way to hook up your laptop to the big screen because it's the only way to get the stuff, explain how you read about the glories of the EPL on my blog and tell them that watching the NFL just supports teen pregnancy or something.


• During the meal, alternate between vicious, political invective and apologies followed by a few minutes of conversation about kindness. Then go back to spewing rage at them. Explain that your favorite blogger does this all the time and he's super-popular. If I'm not your favorite blogger, change your opinions so that I am. Since I'm not super-popular, make me super-popular with these tips and others you come develop yourself. Hey, I can't do everything, you know.

There. That's it. That's how to talk about me this Thanksgiving. Because on this holiday when we thank the Lord God for his bountiful blessings in our lives, nothing is more important than me.

Oh, sure, your family looks happy now, but believe me, when you start explaining to them how this blog showed you that the Japanese economy is going to completely collapse from debt and demographics to the point where the starving, geriatric Mr. and Mrs. Nakamura will be stealing lemurs from the Tokyo zoo to cook and eat, the party will really get going.

Crash Goes The Gender Theory

So we're well into open season on cads, bounders and blackguards like Charlie Rose and Roy Moore. While it's lovely to see, it shouldn't be surprising to anyone. Males are typically stronger, more aggressive and motivated by sex. Roosters, for example, don't court hens, they simply have their way with them. Sort of like Harvey Weinstein.

Whoops! I just suggested that the Google dude who got fired for saying men and women were different was right. I also intimated that the notion that gender is a social construct is being obliterated in this wave of scandal. The horror!

If women were just as strong as men, emotionally and physically, why did these ladies take so long to come out with their accusations? Why didn't they engage in fisticuffs with the men and beat them up like we see in modern movies? Looks like the gender theory crowd needs to go back to the drawing board. Or maybe they should just shut down their whole industry and admit it was nonsense.

We're not equal, we're complimentary. We shouldn't be at war with each other because we need each other, we complete each other. That got thrown out in our hopeless death march to achieve an equality that will never, ever happen because it can't happen. Six billion years of evolution didn't produce a species where the two sexes, each with very different roles in propagation, were interchangeable.

It's almost like Catholic Theology of the Body was right all along.

Crazy.

Maybe the dude was on to something.

The Rose That Broke The Camel's Back

I'm done. I'm completely over the whole thing. Charlie Rose, for whatever reason, was the last straw for me.

If you haven't heard, Rose is the smug, sanctimonious PBS and 60 Minutes hack who now has 8 women claiming he sexually harassed them and worse. You know PBS and 60 Minutes, those are the media outlets that do hatchet jobs on social conservatives. They love to intimate that we are haters and misogynists and homophobes and worse. All the while, the crews knew what Charlie and others were doing.

And by "others," I mean the former head of similarly smug and sanctimonious NPR, Michael Oreskes.

The list goes on and on.

We're all supposed to be horrified over Alabama Republican Roy Moore preying on teen girls 40 years ago. It's all over the news. How can conservatives rally behind this creep? But wait! Roy was a Democrat back then. Any questions from PBS, 60 Minutes or NPR asking why the Democratic Party in Alabama let him do it?

Crickets.

They never stop. The lying, the bias, the flaming hypocrisy, it goes on and on and on as it always has. All those years of having known predators lecture us with stern essays that conservatives want to oppress women were exhausting. They're still doing it, as if it will have some effect outside of their bubble.

Sorry, that's over. All of those accusations are now visible for what they always were. Total rubbish. Thanks, Charlie. You finally did us a favor.

Here, Charlie Rose does a hit piece on the Alabama Democratic Party for tolerating Roy Moore preying on teenage girls.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Sometimes I crack myself up.

Under True Socialism, You Don't Have To Eat Giraffes

... but if you don't get it just right, you may well find yourself using the local zoo as a buffet. While you're there, a quick search for toilet paper would be a good idea.

Almost-socialist Venezuela is in a world of hurt. Violence, starvation, crime and tyranny are all running riot. Through our progressive friends, we know that Venezuela isn't practicing true socialism. That's because true socialism creates a workers' paradise.

What gets me is that all of the countries that have tried their best to get to true socialism have ended up with pyramids of skulls decorating their street corners and public parks. You'd think that if socialism was the best, as you got closer to it, things would improve. Instead, it looks like the closer you get to true socialism, the worse things get until, I guess, you break through and achieve true socialism.

It's kind of like a high-wire act 20+ stories above a busy street. As long as you keep your balance, things are wonderful. The view is great and there's plenty of fresh air. Deviate even slightly and you end up a big splat on the pavement.

Even if true socialism is the best thing in the world, I don't want to try it. I don't think I could handle the constant fear that we'd go off course a couple of degrees and end up killing each other over the last zebra haunch.

Giraffe. It's what's for dinner!

I Love This Country

We went to the wedding of two really good friends yesterday. She's Mexican, he's Northern European. My wife and I got to do the ropa de boda ceremony at Mass. It was lovely.

At the reception, I saw a Scottish guy in full kilt walking to get a beer while the dance floor was full with a couple of gay dudes and bunch of Hispanic and white women doing Texas line dancing to a country music song sung in Spanish.

'Murrica.

Darn straight, hombre.