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The Collapse of Authority


TEXANNE writes:

As Mrs. H. points out in your recent post:  ”Students have no respect for teachers; teachers have no authority over students, and in fact fear them. “

The same can be said for the feminist dad in your recent post.  He seems to believe that it is somehow manly to allow his child to make the decisions, while his role is simply to support her choices — with force if necessary.

The tragic fact of “feminist fathers” (and teachers as buddies) is that so many of them were raised by fathers who themselves had lost moral authority in their own families — having lost connection with their only source of authority, namely The Father.  It is likely that their parents were loving and dutiful and generous, and as children they were raised “correctly”, according to cultural expectations and with a certain degree of respect for parental authority and elders in general.


Come to Cleveland


JEWEL A. writes:

Your link to Reclaiming Beauty’s article on Cleveland made me think of the trend in photographing dying cities, namely Detroit and Philadelphia, and the beautiful ruins left behind after years of fiscal mismanagement. Even in ruins, so much of what was once beautiful stands as a silent condemnation of the present culture that espouses ugliness.

Here’s a hastily made tourism video inviting you to visit Cleveland.

Images of Cleveland and Pittsburgh



The Board of Education building in Cleveland

AT Reclaiming Beauty, Kidist Paulos Asrat has posted fall images of Cleveland and Pittsburgh.

Female Teachers Who Seduce Students


MATTHEW H. writes:

I have wanted to ask you this question for some time but have deliberately avoided doing so.  It’s an unpleasant, sordid subject, and I try to uplift people instead of causing them to dwell on the negative.  But the curiosity is killing me!

Here is the question:  what explains the recent phenomenon of female schoolteachers who engage in sexual intercourse with their teenaged students?  This phenomenon started, as best I can remember, with Mary Kay Letourneau in the late 1990’s.  But in the past four or five years the trend appears to have really picked up steam, and each day seems to bring a new scandal involving a female teacher and a male student.  Why do these women do It? What are they thinking?  What is motivating them?


On Theistic Evolution



MIKE writes:

Maybe it’s a sign of a deep spiritual deficit, but I’ve never understood the point of view that the idea of a universe created by God is mutually exclusive to the idea of biological evolution. For the people who strictly put their belief in evolution, the theory isn’t and never will be broad enough to rule out a divinely created world or a personally interested God. The people that strictly put their belief in creationism overlook the fact that evolutionary theory has been accurate enough to make useful predictions about the world we live in. I’d be interested to read your thoughts on how and if it’s possible to reconcile the two opposing points of view.



Sicut cervus desiderat ad fontes aquarum,
ita desiderat anima mea ad te, Deus.

As a hart longs for the flowing streams,
so longs my soul for thee, O God.

—- Psalm 42: 1

Joni Ernst, Farm Girl and Soldier



Joni Ernst, middle

FRED OWENS writes:

I am keenly interested in your reaction to the election of Joni Ernst to the Senate from Iowa.

Her motto was “Soldier, Mother, Conservative.” She changed that slogan to “Soldier, Mother, Independent Leader,” on the advice of her pollsters.

She often mentions her farm background, especially the castration of pigs. To me she seems to be the perfect image of the castrating female, stridently astride her motorcycle. I will not be so unkind as to use the B word, but how else to describe her?

Some of her views might coincide with what you advocate, but I doubt that you approve of her presentation.



… And Then There Was 1964


ALAN writes:

Last month I attended the 50-year reunion of my eighth-grade class from 1964. It was organized by a few dedicated classmates and took place in a lovely park on a beautiful autumn day. Fifty years had gone by since I had seen or spoken with any of those classmates. For four hours that afternoon, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

We attended a Catholic school in south St. Louis. That parish and the neighborhood around it were a decent and often wonderful place to live, play, grow up, and attend church and school. Our class included 80 to 90 children.  Not nearly that many came to the reunion. Some live in other states. A few have died. (Continued)

Idolizing the Fifties


SVEN writes:

Thank you for your thought-provoking blog. It has been great reading looking through your archives after recently discovering your blog.

I was thinking today about how the 1950s are the benchmark years for many conservatives. It is natural, given that the ’50s preceded America’s most disastrous decade, and are remembered fondly as the last time America was “normal.” However, it seems probable that many of the sicknesses that would boil to the surface in the ’60s had their beginnings in the decade of “wholesome Americaness.” Perhaps conservatives should not idolize that decade so much, and should find a new era as an anchor point to represent a healthy traditional society. (Continued)

The Chaos of Child-Trafficking


EMILY L. writes:

FROM The Telegraph:

Two young girls born through an informal sperm donation deal between a gay couple and a lesbian couple have been scarred for life by a bitter six-year feud after their two fathers and two mothers fell out, a judge has warned.

Imagine that.

The Naval Academy’s Persecution of Bruce Fleming



I would embark on a fool’s errand to repeat the details of the ongoing saga of the decline of the U.S. military academies, but my naiveté allows me to think that sanity will ultimately prevail. That hope of a change for the better dimmed recently when Prof. Bruce Fleming, the Naval Academy’s curmudgeon, revealed that he was once again threatened with expulsion from his 27-year teaching position because of his “insensitivity.”


The Death of an Advocate of Assisted Suicide



W. W. writes:

As a huge admirer of your blog, I write regarding a news event you might have missed.

Netherlands is one of the most ‘advanced’ euthanasia-friendly societies in the world. We had a health minister in the 1990s, Els Borst, whose foremost goal in office was to legalize euthanasia, Europe’s first major law permitting euthanasia. Upon succeeding she exclaimed, “Het is volbracht,” or ”It is done,” the last words of Jesus on the cross. Perhaps it was a Freudian slip, perhaps a calculated jab at the moral convictions of those Christians who had been apposing her endeavours.

On February the 10th of this year, Ms. Borst was discovered dead in the garage of her villa residence and appeared to have been bludgeoned to death. From The Week:

[She] had spent a happy day out in Amsterdam on Saturday 8 February with her 17-year-old grand-daughter. “She was in good spirits, apparently.”

On her return to Bilthoven, she picked up her car at the station and drove home. She had just driven into the garage and got out of the car when she was hit by someone who had evidently been waiting in the dark. The assailant struck with astonishing violence, caving in her skull with one blow. Her body was not found until Monday evening.

The investigation is still ongoing but she seems to have fallen foul of a burglar. A Protestant minister who subsequently dared to raise the issue of  ’Divine punishment’ was publicly vilified and disowned by his own church.

Meanwhile one gigantic irony, whilst ‘verboden’ to be discussed, is lost only on the most brainwashed of people. This lady who tried her utmost to foist upon others the concept of a ‘dignified and self-chosen end,’ ultimately suffered a fate which was the complete opposite: neither dignified nor self-chosen. A fate, one might add, that was highly unusual, unique even: an elderly former cabinet minister murdered in her own home.

There is an old Dutch saying (probably to many, an unwelcome reminder that we once were a deeply religious nation) which sums it all up: ‘De mens wikt, maar God beschikt.’ Man proposes, God disposes.

A Lurking, Shirking Housewife


A READER writes:

I wanted you to know I was rather relieved when you were unable to post for a few days. It meant I no longer had an excuse to ignore my daily household obligations. And now, much to my dismay (and much to my glee), you have resumed posting. I suppose the laundry will have to wait another day. I have been a silent lurker for several months and have been immensely enjoying myself. You bring grace, clarity, intellect and wisdom to the blogosphere. Thank you from a young, often disheveled, homeschooling, Catholic mother of four small boys.


All Souls — and No Souls


Virginia Woolf, by Roger Fry

Virginia Woolf, by Roger Fry

I REMEMBER years ago reading an essay by Virginia Woolf in which she stated that once a person we know dies, he or she is entirely gone and there is just a vast emptiness, with no communication possible. At the time, I thought she was probably right. I was atheistic in my thinking too. Now, I know this idea is false. The dead are far, but near. The dead are gone, but reachable. When my brother-in-law was dying, I remember the distinct moment when he crossed, while still living, a threshold and it suddenly seemed possible not only to pray for him, but to pray to him. Through the medium of prayer, we commune with and cherish the dead. We ask for their assistance too.

Today is All Souls’ Day, when Catholics pray that the departed rest in peace and that those who are being purified in Purgatory see their suffering end and ascend at last to eternal bliss. From the Preface in the Traditional Rite:

For unto thy faithful, O Lord, life is changed not taken away, and the abode of this earthly sojourn being dissolved, an eternal dwelling is prepared in heaven.

WhenI returned from Mass today, I read about Brittany Maynard, discussed at this site before. Rarely, perhaps never, has anyone committed suicide so publicly as this 29-year-old woman with brain cancer whose death has been used as a fundraising opportunity by the euphemistically-styled “Compassion and Choices,” formerly known as the Hemlock Society. The organization continues the appeal for funds with Maynard’s glowing obituary. Brittany played her part and came through at the end. Though many people begged her to reconsider, she took prescription pills and died in her bed.

To Brittany Maynard, the afterlife is, well, more of Brittany Maynard. It is an extension of her own self-absorbed existence. She planned to meet her mother after death in Peru or some other exciting vacation spot. When reading about Maynard, I am tempted to agree with Virginia Woolf, who also committed suicide. There is a sense of vast emptiness here. She died not in pharmaceutical bliss, but in anger.

We can pray on this holy day for all those, living out of the limelight, alone perhaps and with no one to care for them adequately, who are impatient and tempted to follow in the footsteps of this vulgar narcissist and end their lives too soon and without gratitude to the One who made existence and, in Brittany’s case, exciting trips to the Grand Canyon and Alaska, possible.

Goodbye, Brittany. Some of the dead we never talk to again.

Brittany Maynard

Brittany Maynard


Obama Says Women Should Not Stay Home


SOCIALISTS don’t think much of housewives. Why should they? Housewives don’t do much for the cause. The worker bee can be raised in an institution.

Last week, Chairman Obama, promoting the Marxist scheme of cheap daycare for all, said:

“Moms and dads deserve a great place to drop their kids off every day that doesn’t cost them an arm and a leg. We need better child care, day care, early child education policies.”

Doesn’t it make you cringe to hear a politician refer to grown men and women as “moms and dads?” He added:

“Sometimes, someone, usually Mom, leaves the workplace to stay home with the kids, which then leaves her earning a lower wage for the rest of her life as a result. That’s not a choice we want Americans to make.”

No president, I believe, has ever so baldly endorsed feminist thinking on the vocation of housewife. Socialists collectivize homes. That’s what they do. They also promise things they can’t possibly deliver. Quality daycare is an oxymoron. Though it can never be delivered, it can always be dreamed of, to the point of actually believing that parents have the right to someone else raising their children cheaply.

American presidents did not always think so little of those who personally raise the next generation in their homes. Theodore Roosevelt, speaking in 1905, said: (Continued)