Friday, February 7, 2020

Friday Night Musings: Guns, Skojec vs Oakes, Physical Frame

TGIF fella Okie Trads and Beyond.  We made it to the end of the work week.  Well some of us did anyway, me having to put in extra hours tomorrow.  But the nice thing about going into work on a Saturday is it’s typically quiet and you can be a bit more casual with yourself, listening to music, snacking, untucking your shirt, and such. 

Guns.  Well I’m thankful for a thread started in a trad Catholic forum recently discussing the developing Coronavirus outbreak and plans for prep.   Last week I discussed it here, how I agreed with the consensus to take a good look at this situation and start filling up your pantry.   But then when I read about how the daily life and economy in China is taking a big hit, when you think about how our own daily life is linked to them via the economy and mass means of production, then I decided it’s time to look at upping my home protection.   A shotgun seems the best choice, it’s been a while since I owned or shot one.   There’s something life-affirming about having a gun, and developing a self-defense mindset.  

Skojec vs Oakes Spalding.  Two well-followed trad bloggers these last several years, and according to them online friends.  Until a recent feud.  Oakes strongly disagreed with Skojec over a topic of debate.  Skojec then turned on Oakes his friend bringing up very personal, negative things about Oakes online that is private, to the point Skojec later deleted his comments with apology.  As relayed by C212. 

On this one I’ll side with Oakes because he did not deserve to be the object of an online smear job, and in all my own blogging-related correspondence with him, and reading his blog, I’ve always had the impression he is a very balanced, humble, and charitable guy, who, through his own use of the tool of irony, finds intra-trad nuttiness as silly and distracting as I do. 

Which is my point in even making note of their apparent fall out.  

Physical Frame.  Guys, the critical need to develop this in yourself to fulfill your nature/purpose as a man was driven home by local Okie Trad James Deprisco in his newly released book The Catholic Red Pill: a Guide for Men, available on Amazon.  See my blog post about the book.  The veracity of the argument hit me like a ton of bricks, wiping the Greenhorn out of me, who is horizontally challenged in both the sagittal and coronal planes.  But I’m working on it through daily walks, weight training, and a very strict keto diet.  And I can report back that yes, as you develop your physique and outward appearance, your spiritual, emotional, and intellectual frame also follows suit.   

Anyway, we're planning to make it to SSPX-OKC, when we can.   Weekly confessions, the True Mass, an angelic choir, and nice parish community, it’s a hidden gem.  Yessir. 

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Saturday Morning Musings: Coronavirus, Impeachment Aftermath.

Lovin’ this warm Saturday weather, warm for February.  Took Peanut for a hike out at Mowhawk Park, detailed the car, and got a spiffy haircut before taking the Mrs. on a date lunch.   Debating whether or not to watch the Super Bowl.

Interesting times we live in, the best of times, the worst of times, as it were.   Us right-reasoning, God-fearing people, who care about such matters as Catholic Tradition, Family, and Property, are watching daily as this Coronavirus Situation unfolds.  How serious is it, should we start prepping for it, is it a biological weapon, etc — such are the main questions circulating.  

Well, considering the relatively high mortality rate, that cases are appearing across the globe, that the world is always on the verge of the next viral pandemic, that globalism has made socio-economic breakdown far more likely today than the aftermath of say the Spanish flu epidemic, not to mention approved Marian prophesies warning of an impending Chastisement (have to wonder if the pontiff objectively worshipping a pagan idol in St Peter’s last October, with almost no sincere concern for the diabolical scandal from the Bishops will be the tipping point triggering God’s wrath), then yeah it would be a good idea to start prepping. 

Visits to Costco or Sam’s club.  Buy beans, rice, and canned goods in bulk.   Follow this situation, if it worsens, proportionally do more prepping.  My thought has been crises like this are a good wake up call for us to always be prepared, both spiritually and materially. 

Next topic:  the impeachment proceedings failed in the Senate, Trump to celebrate next week when this nonsense is wrapped up.   The socialists shot themselves in the foot on this one, though surely they knew that in their desperation. Their failure is Trump’s success.  Meaning he will be re-elected with his party rallying more behind him for the next four years.   Pundits rightly observe this impeachment failure increases polarization in America.  Perhaps in the foreseeable future, after a major crisis, the socialists will achieve final takeover of America turning it into a second world country like those in Eastern Europe, but at least the nationalist patriots, conservatives, and traditional Christians will form closer alliances in states like mine.  

Interesting times we live in. 

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Book Review: The Catholic Red Pill: a Guide for Men, by James DePrisco

Just read this recently.  Going in I was a bit skeptical if it would achieve what it claimed in its Amazon description.  A comprehensive guide for men, specifically trads, on how to be a man, and better orient your life to being a husband and father.  That is a tall order coming from one Catholic layman.   But I already knew the author in question, Mr. James Deprisco, a fellow Okie Trad, as a successful husband, father, and professional, a devoted and orthodox Catholic, and a well read, highly intelligent, and intellectually honest man.

The book is called The Catholic Red Pill: a Guide for Men, available on Amazon for a fair $14.00.

This is a must read, men.  If you can't afford it right now, I will lend you my copy; otherwise it's the cost of a meal.  Its premise is true:  every one of us men reading this right now have been made to a certain degree effeminate by contemporary culture, and need to reclaim our dignity as men, to reclaim authentic masculinity.  This is the key to our happiness, the health of our marriages and family life, and vital to the restoration of Christian culture. There is no book on the market that is mapping this out, specifically for the Trad Catholic Male.   And if you believe the analysis of many trad priests such as Fr. Ripperger, then this book will ring true for you.

But it does more than that.   The thing is a masterpiece, and I only say that because that was my conclusion after I read it with a considerable amount of reserve.  It gets down to the hard core problems in modern men, and gives timeless solutions, but in a very structured, practical, and at times humorous way.  I literally laughed out loud several times the raw way truths and facts are presented.  There were a few sentences and even paragraphs here and there where I did raise an eyebrow, but when I re-read them I found nothing objectively unorthodox, impious, or worldly in what DePrisco wrote.

Truth be told, after a few chapters I felt like I was being run over by a Semi-Truck by the argument made and the facts as laid out, flattened to the ground, the truth of my own certain degree of effeminacy exposed for the raw fact that it is.   DePrisco's point is that all men today, young and old, have allowed themselves to be stripped of masculinity, and are somewhat blameworthy for neglectfully allowing our masculinity to decline.  But the book is as hope-promoting and empowering as it is pragmatic and realist.

That said, I am not sure the trad or conservative Catholic publishers would touch this.  It tactfully uses profanity in places, and some harsh admonitions to man up.   It borrows some terminology and concepts from the Alt Right and Manosphere, themselves a very mixed bag as the author discusses.   Yet as I've wrote here before, there is still much Truth online coming from those circles, about the decline of Christian, Western civilization due to Marxism, and a cultural crisis among males.

This instead is more of a book to be promoted via the Catholic Blogosphere, Canon212, the Trad Forums, and FB Trad Groups.  Perhaps trad priests like Fr. Ripperger or Fr. Relyea could get behind this.  In my opinion, they should.  There is no other book doing what this book does.

The Catholic Red Pill:  a Guide for Men, by James DePrisco.  If anything I write on this blog has resonated with you as true, and you are a man, or you are a woman with a husband, boyfriend, or sons, consider making this small investment.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

A Review of Netflix Film “The Two Popes”

One out of five stars. The only plus is the occasionally amusing interaction between the “two Popes.” Otherwise a completely intellectually dishonest inverse portrayal of Bergoglio vs Ratzinger. A bad mark on Hopkins’ legacy. An impetus to cancel your Netflix this Christmas season.

The story begins with Francis humbly trying to book his own plane flight. Flashback scenes unfold of a humble Cardinal Bergoglio doing street ministry in Argentina, saying Mass in the street like a political community gathering. There is the requisite Hollywood comparison of the future Francis to St. Francis of Assisi “rebuilding the Church.” He is then told JPII died and called to the 2005 conclave.

Next, scenes clearly paint Bergoglio as a-political vs. Ratzinger as the mastermind arranging his own election. Again, an inverse of the historic record. The acclaimed book Dictator Pope demonstrates otherwise. At one point Ratzinger tells a priest he knows of Bergoglio as a “major leader for reform,” but Bergoglio keeps acting like he is a passive figure when approached by Cardinals, whereas Ratzinger is moving about politicking with colleagues and even nods in approval at votes cast for him.  Bergoglio, on the other hand, sits like a disinterested lamb on the other side of the Sistine Chapel.   After Ratzinger is elected, Bergoglio just for a moment shows his true colors -- with an irritated affect he says he plans now to retire since Ratzinger was elected.  For him, it was in fact a political defeat for his liberal party (St Gallen Mafia, and the attempt to elect him). At least for a moment, the film is subtly honest if not intentionally so.

It’s now 2012.  Bergoglio is called to Castel Gandolfo to talk to Pope Benedict, resignation letter in hand (apparently the dramatized version of Bergoglio took eight years to follow through on his resignation plans).  Enter Hopkins’ portrayal of Benedict's personality.  For a famous Shakespearean actor, considered by many to be the best living actor, whose past sympathies towards traditional Christian themes you would think would keep him honest enough to portray this historic figure at least somewhat accurately, his portrayal wasn’t even remotely a reflection of Joseph Ratzinger.  His German accent, mild Bavarian personality, and cerebral temperament are almost deliberately marginalized.  He eats dinner alone, is anti-social, unfriendly, closed off, stiff, hard-hearted, and doctrinaire. None of those are the day-to-day Benedict-Ratzinger.  Rather it is Hollywood’s personalizing of traditional Catholic teaching.  Hopkins is the willing puppet for their propaganda.

It’s an act of calumny. Every humble, informal gesture of Bergoglio is like pruning his outward wool coat to make him look like an innocent sheep, while Bergoglio makes Ratzinger look in several scenes as himself the wolf in sheep’s clothing. He is reluctant to dress in bishops’ cassock, listen to the pope’s criticisms of his unorthodoxy, or even spend the evening with him listening to music. He is impatient and proud, above correction, unapologetic, and there for one aim, to get Benedict to accept his letter of resignation. The aim is obvious: make the audience think Bergoglio is the good hero and Benedict the backward tyrant.

And here is where the film turns from inaccuracy to unbridled propaganda.   Benedict reveals to him his plan to resign the papacy, to not accept Bergoglio’s resignation, having had a “change of heart” saying “maybe the Church needs right now a Bergoglio.” The implication is Benedict learned that his doctrinal stance was based, as he suggests, on spiritual pride. Here is where the two start to “dialogue” with each other over pizza and jokes. In the closing scene, the future “two Popes” are enjoying an evening at the Pope Emeritus’ residence watching soccer.

Conclusion, the film is a flop.  Most intelligent, informed viewers know the Obama’s and liberal political powers control Netflix. And that they have turned Netflix into a smut-filled, liberal party propaganda tool. And the next time Hopkins visits the drama class at conservative Thomas Aquinas College, it would be good for students to ask him “Sir Anthony, like, hello, what were you thinking?”

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Laramie Hirsch Releases New Book. In Time for Christmas.

Local traditional Catholic blogger, another "Okie Traditionalist," one Laramie Hirsch, who you know from his blog Forge and Anvil, just released his first ever paperback book.  He disclosed on his blog he writes under the pseudonym used for that book.  You can buy it on Amazon.  If you buy it this weekend, Santa may deliver it to your doorstep by Christmas Eve.  

Thursday, December 5, 2019

Vestment Fundraiser for Latin Mass Priest. 'Tis the Season for Giving!

This being the Season of Advent, and since Advent is a penitential season, and since Almsgiving to the Church is the highest form of penance, and since the greatest items the Church needs is for the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, what better way during this Season of Giving than to donate to a Traditional Catholic Priest for violet vestments for celebrating of the Traditional Latin Mass!

What is so enjoyable about donating to this, is that your name will be embroidered on the inside of the chasuble to be worn at Mass, where the Priest will pray for you for years to come!  Follow the campaign's updates including photos.

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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Saturday, November 16, 2019

My Half Day Trip to Clear Creek

For me, knowing I had an hour plus drive from Tulsa to make it to the monastery’s Office of Lauds at the wee 6:15 am, I wasn’t exactly inclined to rest easy and fall asleep early, though I tried.    How these monks arise daily at what 5 am to pray for over three hours before even having their breakfast, God knows.

My day pack was packed, and my dauchshund Peanut snuggled under her blanket in the front seat.  Had to first hit QuickTrip for Diet Coke, my go-to source of caffeine.

An hour and fifteen minutes later I arrived in the monastery parking lot, it still pitch black outside.  Peanut was restless, but I kept the car and heater running, and after a spell she stopped barking while I attended Lauds and Low Mass, the latter being a most edifying spiritual experience in the monastic crypt.

Entering the upper church for Lauds

Though I will say the challenge during Low Mass, with a church of side altars with priests simultaneously offering the Mass in silence, with a large figure like mine, is to stand, sit, and kneel without making much of a peep. 

Back to the car, Peanut was electrified to see me.  Her reward for waiting was a section of a Slim Jim. 

And then off to our outdoor retreat we went.  Drove past the orchard, farm, and through three gates to finally arrive at Eagle’s Bluff overlooking the clear and majestic Clear Creek.  Grabbed my gear, and let Peanut run wild, with no human being at least within a quarter mile of the monastery.  Bald Eagles soared overhead.  The Fall colors and hilly landscape was serene.  

Had to climb across a fence and down a steep ravine, everything in hand, but was myself rewarded this beautiful setting.  Set up my chair, a space on plastic with my gear, and my fly rod.  Lit up my backpacking stove using charcoal, and started breakfast while Peanut experienced unbridled freedom. 
I was thankful that morning I was able to receive Our Lord truly present in Holy Communion, and for this bit of retreat of my own in nature.
  Here are some pics, which unfortunately won't open up as videos.
Will have to figure out how to upload videos better from my phone.

Made an egg scramble on my backpacking stove.  Peanut had her share.  

Didn't catch any fish, but had a restful morning get-away from the city, thanks to the hospitality of the Clear Creek monks.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Going to Clear Creek Tomorrow

Yep, as in CC monastery.  Just a half day of prayer and fly-fishing.  Leaving very early at 5:30.  
Will post pics here, maybe even some videos. 

Low Mass, then cook breakfast on the creek bank, wait ‘til there’s enough sunlight hitting the water, and then fish for bass and perch.   Pay a visit to the Blessed Sacrament on my way out, buy some excellent monk cheese.  Back by early afternoon.  God willing. 

Anyway, Bishop Gracida wrote me back, cannot do the interview due to not having time, related he says to his age.  Which is 96!   The Pachamama tossing guy Alexander the Courageous replied again still open to an interview, hopefully he has time to answer the further questions I emailed him I anticipate others are asking.  Did listen to part of a talk by him last night live from Virginia, USA, c/o LifeSiteNews.   He’s definitely a great catalyst in this current phase of the counter-revolution. 

Wishing you all a good Fall weakend, Okie Trads and Beyond!

Saturday, November 9, 2019

Fall Saturday Outing

Lovin’ this Fall weather. And the wide spectrum of Fall colors.  I dream during the hot summer months of this slice of the annual calendar.  

As I write this, we’re finishing up an Amish breakfast in Chouteau, OK, centered in Amish country, before we drive east for a day fishing trip on the upper Illinois River north of Tahlequah.   Somewhat in the vicinity of Clear Creek monastery actually.  Note to self, check google maps to see the extra driving distance should we decide to drop by on our way home. 

The plan is to partake of the hilly scenery and Fall decor as we drive down highway 10 with the river on our left, take one of the public side roads to the river bank, and set up a quick day camp with a canopy tent, chairs, and a cooler full of diet A&W and salami and swiss cheese sandwiches care of my German mother.  Then spend the afternoon fishing for perch and bass punctuated by breaks under the canopy to just take it all in. 

Oh before we leave Chouteau now, we’re gonna stop by the Amish bakery.  

Hope you all likewise enjoy some holy leisure connecting with the Creator by means of His Creation. 

Onwards and upwards!

Thursday, October 31, 2019

Christ the King Festival - St. Mary’s, KS

Every year the Society of St. Pius X sponsors a Christ the King Festival at its Chapel/Academy/College in St. Mary’s, Kansas the last weekend of October.  If you live within driving distance like us, it’s a fantastic and edifying event to attend, as we were fortunate to do this last weekend.

We left vey early Saturday morning with the intention of making their 9 am Low Mass.  No such luck.  Rain and then my need for a road side nap slowed us down.  Arrived at friends’ house to stay there the night, went to The Friendship House for lunch in a nearby town, then shopped for food to make Filipino dishes for the Festival, went home to cook, enjoyed a backyard fire and the Fall weather, then take out Mexican before getting to bed. 

Sunday was ecstatic, full of energy.   There must’ve been more than 1,500 people for the Feast Day Solemn High Mass, after which a huge, long procession formed, led by priests, acolytes, and also volunteers leading the rosary and hymns through the streets of St. Mary’s.  It was like a Spiritual Booster shot to be united in prayer with so many Catholics who believe and practice the Faith as we do.  

After the procession, the people gather for hours of recreation, entertainment, and food in the large, picturesque church/school square, lined by many tables each representing a different Catholic culture.  My wife being Filipino, we brought homemade sticky rice and macaroni fruit salad.  I enjoyed dishing out pieces of mahal blanca, a coconut corn custard. 

Even ran into several old friends and acquaintances who hail from Tulsa, as well as the former infamous Tulsa chaplain Fr. Kenneth Novak.   Met some new friends, including a Filipino SSPX Sister, and a retired academy teacher who came up to us engaging us in a long conversation. 

It was definitely a festive, relaxing, and holy outing.  

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Back Early From Clear Creek Campout

When it rains it pours, and that it did.  At my long anticipated Fall Campout our at Clear Creek monastery.  The older I get the more I understand almost nothing in life is a sure thing, except death and taxes.  

Three days of prayer, meditation, hiking, fly-fishing, rib eyes, and Busch Lite.   Surrounded by chanting monks, and beautiful Fall colors.  Such was the plan.  

But God another plan.  He always does, doesn’t He.  A perpetual daily lesson. 

Yesterday started well.  Caught up with an old trad friend on the phone while driving to CC, about practical issues of medical ethics.  Arrived at what I’m going to call the hanging bridge campsite on CC land, which is right on the banks of the majestic creek.   

Took all my equipment out, made a quick fire, grilled up a steak.  A brother dropped by to unload a truck full of firewood, us unloading it talking about the weather.    Proceeded to setting up my brand new tent, took out the poles, one of the main poles being broken with a vital piece missing.   

I knew there may be rain that night and the next day, expecting to snuggle in, dry and warm with a good book.  But no such luck, with a broken pole the tent could not stand erect.  Which left me with
two choices, drive into Tahlequah an hour plus round trip and buy a new tent, or try and keep dry 
and warm on my bedding under the wall-less canopy I brought.  

That evening after my fire and more steak, the plan did work, me all warm and dry  despite the downpour, from 9pm til about 1am, when I woke up in a large puddle of water.  Fortunately after Vespers, Fr. Guestmaster had mentioned if I get flooded, to go down the road to the old monastery now in part used as a men’s guesthouse.  And that I did.  After changing into dry clothes, I snuggled into a wool blanket covered bed in one of the guest cells.  My homeostatic equilibrium regained, at least for a while. 

Long story short, I did manage to do a bit of hiking with a new hiking stick immersed in an array of Fall colors.  When I fished I caught one small bass, but when I put it in a stringer which I set on some rocks, I discovered just a few minutes later something had partly eaten it.   Such is the food chain.  Step out into the Wild, you are the one vulnerable to everything unpredictable.  

Next day (today, I’m writing this in the evening sitting in my couch with a blanket keeping snug with Peanut), I attended the High Mass, bought some excellent and well priced cheese made by these traditional monks, visited one of the community’s elders perched in his little cabin, then finished the wild but renewing outing having lunch with the monks.  Itself alone worth the trip and sacrifice.  

Monday, October 7, 2019

Monday Evening Thoughts

Just off from work. About to hit the pool at my gym.   Thought it’d be a good way to end the day of Labora to jot down some recent thoughts.  

All of you so inclined need to start your own blog, and perhaps relate it to your life as a Catholic.  It’s  even more therapeutic than journaling in my experience.   But really a blog is meant to be more like a journal than a bully pulpit.  

This Fall weather.   Cue the song Ode to Joy in its most triumphal parts.   What a divine tonic God gives us in this very moment of the year. Soothingly cool temperatures.  It’s as if our brains have figuratively and literally become less swollen by the inflammation that heat induces in the body.   Blood pressure and heart rate likewise subside. 

Red Bud Valley Nature Preserve.  A must this time of year for the avid Tulsa hiker.  As I am.  Went there early this last Saturday morning to kick off the weekend.   Before witnessing OU dominate another football game.  Go Sooners!  My Alma Mater.  Best State school here in the Heartland. Yessir. 

Calmer temperaments.  And I don’t know about you, but I’ve predictively noticed subsiding temperaments with subsiding temperatures.   It’s as if the high heat of the deep summer messes with our minds.   Had some very cantankerous individuals I was treating in July and August, but 
since September people seem more level-headed.  

Diocesan Latin Masses in Tulsa.  I want to reflect on this soon in a well organized post (as opposed to my off the cuff posts squeezing in some thoughts at the end of the day full of misspellings).   But as much as I generally support the whole cause of the Latin Mass Movement, in particular that unequivocal traditionalist stance against Catholic Modernism preached by the saintly Archbishop Lefebvre, I also whole-heartedly support the plan of every Roman rite parish have a Sunday Latin Mass.   Tradition cannot be just a private preference for a private club.   It is meant for everyone!  Everywhere!

Rib eye steak and my keto diet.   I’ve been faithfully getting back my a ketogenic metabolic state, great for burning body fat as well as extraordinary levels of physical and mental 

energy.  And so I’m getting out of my car to go into the gym, then home to grill a steak dipped in half a stick of melted butter, and grilled asparagus.  A keto diet is high fat, medium protein, low carb

Have a good rest of your week.  Planning more hiking plus local fly-fishing. 

Go Sooners. 

Saturday, September 28, 2019

Saturday Evening Musings: St. Lorenzo Festival, Fall Plans

It wasn’t exactly cool today, but it was definitely a good solid ten degrees less than the average temperature we’ve faced the last couple months.  The relief of gradually lowering temperatures has been very moderate, reminding me nothing in this life is pure bliss.   I know that even in October we can expect some oppressive heat here and there.  But there is something hopeful this month of year.  The promise of cool weather, eventually.   A foretaste of what God has in store for those who love Him, i.e. the eternal reward.  

So today’s venture across town to the annual September St. Lorenzo Filipino Catholic festival at St. Bernard’s Church was a reminder of Fall.  I recall the feeling of ease I had attending this event last year with better weather conditions, celebrating Filipino culture.  Lechon or roasted pig, panceat noodles, spring rolls, macaroni salad, leche flan, sticky rice, etc. was a welcome spread, though I concentrated on the lower carb foods.  An afternoon program unfolded of traditional music and dancing, in costume, by children and then by adults.  Local clergy including the Bishop sat watching and eating at a center table.  For at least once a year, this particular local Filipino community gathers to honor their Catholic faith, and Catholic culture. 

After a while though I took a mental break to contemplate possible plans for this Fall.   I don’t know about you, but the intensity of the deep summer heat and humidity makes me feel sleepy, dulled, and dormant.  Once daily temps drop into the 70’s I come back to life, so to speak.  The five senses become fully integrated once again, the mind alert and sharp, the body more energized.   A long list of Fall plans unfolds promising renewal and festivity. 

Here are our tentative plans for the next couple months, likewise with plans for corresponding blog posts and pics:

1.  Fly-fishing for trout at Marvel trout camp just below Lake Tenkiller. 

2.  Camping at Rober’s Cave State Park. 

3.  Rent a cabin at Greenleaf lake, with hiking and canoeing. 

4.  Christ the King Festival in St. Mary’s, KS. 

5.  Weekend backyard fires with hot cocoa and whiskey. 

6.  A personal retreat out at Clear Creek monastery. 

7.  More fly-fishing locally - Pretty Water Lake in Sapulpa, Mohawk Park. 

8.  Halloween cinema classics during October. 

9.  Hiking at local Red Bud nature preserve (my favorite place to hike) and Turkey Mountain. 

10.  Watching OU Football games, OU being my alma mater.   They’re dominating again this year. 

Praying next week is even cooler than this week.