Happy Winter weather, fellow Okie Trads and Beyond. Brrr, it's cold out there, here in Oklahoma. I had been eagerly anticipating going trout fishing at Veteran's Pond in Jenks today, since they just started stocking the pond (trout need cold temps), but the local weather man spoiled it. Or rather Old Man Winter. So I'm settled into my armchair, writing this post, enjoying the quiet afforded by the state in life God gave me, and watching NewsMax chronicle the descent of our country into an official Banana Republic.
The Election:
Well, the Supreme Court yesterday gave the middle finger to We The People. Texas, and 22 states, apparently have no standing to challenge election fraud in other states that, you know, affect the Presidency, and whether or not the Country is taken over by a political coup from the Radical Left.
And I don't expect the state legislatures, or the House, to have the courage to do their patriotic duty. And this point that would take a miracle. So I continue my battle rosary for Trump/the Nation, as called for by the traditional Catholic Archbishop Vigano.
That leaves Trump invoking the Insurrection Act, and/or, as some high ranking members of the military are publicly suggesting, secession to form a new Union loyal to the Constitution.
Whatever goes down, President Trump is the true president-elect for 2020-2024, so going forward he will remain my president. We are planning to build a house in the country, hopefully this Spring, and I will be hanging an Oklahoma flag, Confederate flag (supporting a new Confederacy, not bigotry), and a Trump flag. Damn skippy.
And I will be the first Okie to go down to the local National Guard and enlist, as soon as the President/conservative Governors make that decision. You Okie Trad guys I know reading this, when that day comes, I will give you a call, and swing by your house and pick you up to go enlist. Lock and load, fellow Patriots.
Winter Activites:
Haven't had a real vacation for a year, so this week is vacation week! We went for a few days to Eureka Springs, having some nice dinners and walk around town, and I was able to steal away one afternoon to fly-fish for trout at the trout-fishing mecca Roaring River State Park, just a half hour north of Eureka Springs, across the state border into Missouri. That place is surreal, majestic, peaceful. I felt the comradery of probably a dozen men (and one old woman) spread out across different sections of the stream, sharing fishing tips and tackle with one older man and later with a young guy who gave me a light-hearted ribbing for getting my fly caught twice in a tree. Funny, it was the old woman who caught the most fish, one after another for hours.
Came back to T-town for a couple days of staycation, chores, errands, punctuated with long spurts of leisure and sitting spells in my lazyboy recliner drinking diet Coke. Did a one day solo mini-retreat yesterday at Clear Creek, which was elucidating.
Next Saturday starts holiday antler-less deer rifle season during Christmas time, so I'll be perched once again in my hunting blind in an undisclosed location about an hour northwest of Tulsa. A couple weeks ago I shot at a deer not 25 meters from the blind, but it ran off gracefully as if it wasn't hit, jumping across a fence onto private property, rendering it unable to be pursued if it was hit. I'm thinking (hoping) I missed it, because it was just after 7 am before sunrise, not well lit outside yet, and the air was misty. But it was a surreal experience, life affirming, and a cheap way to boost my testosterone. St. Hubert, pray I can still get me a deer this season.
But I was able to cut down a Christmas tree from the land and take it home in my trunk. We've only added lights, in addition to the Nativity set, it being Advent, but on Christmas Eve, as is our tradition, we will be trimming the tree.
The Voris-Niles Saga:
For all you trad blogosphere junkies out there, we were all treated last summer to a verifiable Witchhunt of the SSPX, ala Michael Voris and his sister sidekick Christine Niles of ChurchMilitant. I don't have a Twitter account (tweeting is generally for twits, imo), but I did open one and shortly later delete it, just to confront Niles (she lives on Twitter, apparently) as The Okie Traditionalist blogger (CM interviewed me a few years ago over the Tulsa Diocese shutdown of trad groups fiasco) about a couple of her narratives regarding priests I know. I was factual, respectful, but I confronted with surgical precision what she said in her "reports." The woman could only respond by constantly calling me an SSPX sycophant, accusing me of supporting clerical pedophilia.
What they did, are doing, is not only grave calumny, but illegal libel and slander against a group of priests, and laity (they characterize the laity too as a schismatic cult, not just the priests). If this continues, and considering their incendiary war against the Society, I hope the Society will sue them. And that would be a very easy case to win. St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle!
