Dominance Displays

     Societies are held together principally by their customs. Laws are far inferior to customs in providing social cohesion. When a nation’s laws are being openly flouted, it’s in the end stage of collapse, not an early one. The degeneration begins with disregard for the customs of public order and social dealing.

     Surely none of my Gentle Readers are unaware of what Islamic immigrants have done to the nations of Europe. Whatever bizarre chain of irrationalities led to their admission, today they’re asserting dominance over the European societies that host them. Their displays mostly defy important customs of public order. The following, cribbed from a Frenchman commenting at X, is a case of note:

     Tonight, I'm really angry and I need to let it out.
     Downstairs from my place, there's a little playground where I like to sit after work.
     There's a gentle cool breeze, I know people in the neighborhood, we chat peacefully.
     But regularly, a group of kids shows up and starts playing soccer.
     At first it was harmless, but the shots got more and more violent, until they nearly hit the little ones who were playing there.
     I took it upon myself to grab the ball and politely asked them to be careful and not shoot toward the younger kids.
     Immediately, a veiled mother (of course) got worked up and told me they weren't moving.
     Yet, just 100 meters away, there's a proper little soccer field perfect for them.
     The exchange turned heated. Then her friends showed up and, all in one voice, they threw at me:
     This is our home here, we're not leaving.
     If a kid gets hit by a ball, that's not our problem
     They won't go to the field they'll stay here and do whatever they want
     It's up to you to leave, not us.

     Here's a sampling of the phrases I had to endure.
     I preferred to leave rather than make the situation worse.

     So is this the France of today?
     Letting people with zero respect dictate their law in our country?
     People who have no business being here acting like everything belongs to them?

     Tonight, my desire for remigration has never been stronger.
     This is my country, not theirs. And I'll do everything to make them understand: they have no right to impose their law on our soil.
     The worst part? I'm almost scared now to go out and run into their husbands, who might be way more violent than they are.

     What country has my France become?
     How did we get here?

     Sorry for the length and the vehemence, but I really needed to vent tonight.

     The commenter never said “Muslims.” It wasn’t necessary; it was clear from the context. Only Muslims in Europe do such things.

     The phenomenon of traffic-blocking street prayers is an aspect of this. Muslims, aware that their host countries are reluctant to do anything about it, are disregarding customs, convention, and courtesy to assert their dominance over the countries to which they’ve immigrated. That makes them the outriders of an invasion: the spearhead of a much larger force that will soon arrive to Islamicize the whole country, sharia law and all.

     Someone must have read them Lenin’s famous maxim: "Probe with the bayonet: if you meet steel, stop; if you meet mush, push." For decades, Europe has been mushy. Muslims are taking advantage – taking over.

     Yes, they’ve been trying it here in America, too. Principally in cities where they’ve concentrated their numbers. Has America turned mushy? Has the “world policeman” ceased to police its own lands? Unclear.

     What’s perfectly clear is that this cannot continue. But it seems that everyone is waiting for someone else to act.

     Were private citizens with guns to gather and forcibly disperse such a group, shooting a few pour encourager les autres, it would probably be deemed excessive. But municipal authorities appear unwilling to act. And indeed, were they to marshal their courage, what would follow? Water cannons? Bulldozers? Tear gas? The bien-pensants would pee their panties. Can’t have that.

     First-World civilizations cannot abide an influx of savages determined to flout all the customs that make our nations orderly and peaceful. Yet Europe has done so, and America isn’t far behind.

     When, then, must we do?

A Pleasant Departure From The Usual Run Of Things

     There’s nothing newsworthy or opinion-worthy for me to blather about this morning, so I’ll refrain from that. But something notable did occur the day before yesterday. I was cheered by it, and knowing that many people need a little cheer in their lives, I thought I might tell my Gentle Readers about it.

     Insurance is a strange sort of good. It’s not a capital good; you can’t use it to produce other goods. And it’s not a consumption good; no one actually “consumes” it, nor wants to do so. It occupies a third category: overhead goods, which we purchase because not to do so would entail unacceptable risk. Insurance shares that category with several other goods we pay for grudgingly, such as the national armed forces.

     Now, it’s uncommon that a vendor of an overhead good should take a personal interest in a customer. Uncommon? Practically unknown. But such vendors are aware that their products and services aren’t actually desired by anyone. They know they need to work to keep public opinion about them positive. That’s a singular challenge for an insurance company, many of whose customers buy their products under coercion.

     Well, on Tuesday I received a thank-you card from my insurance company. My scanner isn’t working just now, so I’ll transcribe the message on it:

We are so thankful for you!

Dear Francis:

     We’re honored that you’ve trusted us to protect you over these many years. It’s our mission to empower you with protection so you can achieve your hopes and dreams.

     A lot has changed in the world since you got your first Allstate policy, but one thing remains the same: You can count on us every day.

     Thank you for being a loyal customer. We look forward to serving you for decades to come.

Sincerely,
Tom Wilson
Chair, President and CEO
Allstate Insurance Company

     I was rather surprised to receive that card. Yes, it’s a little overly earnest, but that’s often how these things go. But it made me think about that first Allstate policy. I took it out in 1975: auto insurance, of course. In 1980 I added homeowner’s insurance. Though those two policies have endured a little alteration, I’ve stuck with them ever since.

     As I said above, no one buys insurance for positive reasons, but rather to avert potential negative consequences. A lot of people “shop” their insurance needs every year or two. I’ve never been inclined to do that. Allstate may not be the cheapest insurer in America, but it’s reliable. When I’ve had to make a claim, I’ve had no problem with the company; their representatives and adjusters are pleasant and fair. Indeed, Allstate has gone to some lengths to make necessary repairs convenient, more so than a lot of other insurers. So I’ve had sound reasons for staying with them.

     But the years do pass quickly. 1975 is fifty-one years ago. That’s two-thirds of my life on Earth. I hadn’t been looking for a thank-you card from Allstate, but I’m pleased that the company’s data-processing systems flagged my longevity and had such a card sent to me. They noticed, though I hadn’t.

     That’s good PR. Really good PR. I don’t think I’ll be switching insurers. Actually, I hadn’t been thinking about doing so before that card arrived, but this is a little extra reason.

     Just a small positive note for anyone who might want or need one. Life isn’t all bills, doctor visits, and dietary restrictions. Sometimes there are refunds, declarations that one is healthy and sound, and literal doctor’s recommendations to eat more chocolate. Yes, really.

     Have a nice day.

Envy And Enmity

     Now and then, there’s a hard but necessary deed to be done. Since World War II, the doer has been the United States of America.

     At such times the U.S. has repeatedly “stepped up.” Have we always done exactly what should have been done? No, not always. But in the great majority of cases, we’ve done what was necessary. We’ve relieved lesser nations of the need to bestir themselves.

     WHOA! Did I just call all the other nations of the world “lesser nations?” Why yes, I did. They are lesser. They cannot do what the U.S. has done repeatedly. And the realization chafes some of them badly:

Dear Donald Trump & America

You are not cool. You are not the good guys. You live in a fucked up Top Gun movie. You believe the self-hype that America is somehow highly revered across the globe.

You are not.

Like any bully, you are despised.

Sincerely,

The Rest of the World.

— The Lucky Heron (@LuckyHeronSay) April 6, 2026

     I feel a certain pity for persons such as the one above. They know they’re inferior: personally, socially, and nationally. That can’t feel good. But rather than strive to match American power and prowess, they prefer to make snide comments. For that I have only contempt.

     Tom Kratman backhanded the above in his trademarked style:

No, moron, we are fully aware that you pussies have bad cases of American penis envy. What you idiots are unaware of is that we're tired of it. We don't care about you anymore. You are not worth the blood of a single redneck private.

So long, sucker.

— Tom Kratman (@TKratman) April 7, 2026

     That had to be said, Tom. Bravo. But I’m sad about it all, for the U.S. bears part of the responsibility for the inferiority “The Lucky Heron” suffers.

     American power has protected Europe and much of the rest of the world for eight decades. In effect, we’ve made it possible for those nations to neglect their own militaries. When a need for intervention arises, they habitually “let the Americans handle it.” It saves money.

     And the rest of the world, observing how tireless we are in dealing with crises abroad, has come to think of us as “saviors in waiting:”

     "There's no food anywhere," said Fanny, a Liberian refugee who had trudged for two days to reach the stadium. "People are dying. The Americans must come. We want peace."

     “The Americans must come.” Why us? Because we always do. That Liberian refugee knew it. We come to the rescue even of peoples that despise us and seek to conquer us. The Christmas Tsunami that ravaged Indonesia was a case in point. Indonesia is a heavily Muslim nation that greatly resented that it owed its relief to a nation of “infidels.”

     We shrug it off. We do what needs doing. We go home with or without the thanks of those we’ve helped.

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     Today at Fox News, we have this striking opinion piece:

     The strategy of the United States toward the Islamic Republic has crossed a threshold that marks the definitive end of a half-century of Western hesitation.
     In a landmark White House news conference, the President — flanked by CIA Director John Ratcliffe and Secretary of War Pete Hegseth — dismantled the long-standing policy of "managed stability" in favor of a strategy aimed at the regime’s structural collapse. By confirming the systematic dismantling of the clerical security apparatus, highlighted by the death of IRGC Intelligence Chief Majid Khademi in a joint U.S.-Israeli strike, and signaling an end to the regime’s unhindered control over strategic corridors like the Strait of Hormuz, the administration has moved past the failed diplomatic cycles of 1979 and 2009.
     While mediators may continue to offer the 'off-ramp' of short-term ceasefires, history warns us that for the mullahs, such deals are never a bridge to peace. They are a tactical survival mechanism designed to shield a nuclear breakout. As this new era of clarity unfolds, the lesson remains: leaving any part of this clerical structure in power, even in a state of 'negotiated' weakness, is not a resolution — it is merely a stay of execution."

     Commentator Goli Ameri has grasped the core of the thing: Iran’s rulers were determined to have nuclear weapons, no matter what taqiyya they presented to the rest of the world. Moreover, they didn’t want nukes just to fondle them and preen over having become a nuclear power; they intended to use them. Their first target would be Israel. That’s been well known for decades.

     Donald Trump is unlike any of his predecessors in the Oval Office. He sees clearly; he does not allow anyone to tell him that things are not how they appear. Moreover, he is unaffected by political considerations. What he feels must be done, he will do. And so it is in our conflict with Iran.

     “The Lucky Heron” and others of his sort see American forces dealing with a threat that’s been allowed to loom for too long, and it infuriates them. They know that their pusillanimous governments lack both the will and the ability to do what the U.S. is doing. They know that they personally would never volunteer for such an effort. Indeed, were their statesmen to tell them that their “social benefits” must be reduced slightly to fund such an intervention, their cries of dismay would deafen the world.

     They know that we are not as they are, and they hate us for it.

     The Iranian conflict will take a while to play out. Brace for more sniveling from “The Lucky Heron” and his friends. America will do what must be done.

     May God forever guard and guide these United States of America.

The Dearest Currency

     If you’ve been wondering why I bothered to repost this 18-year-old piece, it’s because of this superior essay, posted today:

     “Men still don’t do enough housework!” The headlines shout it every few months like clockwork. Another viral study, another think piece, another round of finger-wagging at husbands who supposedly leave too many socks on the floor. I’m sorry, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to muster outrage over laundry when things like the Selective Service System is still at play, registering only men for a potential draft.
     We live in a culture that demands “gender equality now!”—but only in the arenas where it benefits women. The moment real danger knocks, the script flips. Suddenly, biology, history, and cold necessity remind us that men and women are not interchangeable. And nowhere is that truth starker than when war arrives.
     Look at Ukraine in 2022. A nation that had been marching toward progressive gender policies slammed the brakes the second Russian tanks rolled in. Every man aged 18 to 60 was barred from leaving the country. Wives, mothers, and daughters could flee to safety across the border; fathers, sons, and husbands had to stay behind to fight, die, or wait for the call-up. I tweeted that day in raw frustration: “I never want to hear anyone complaining about ‘manspreading’ ever again!” The replies were predictable—some cheered, some seethed—but the point landed. When the gender war meets real war, the gender war loses.

     Please read it all.

     War has a clarifying effect. It compels us to ponder our priorities against a scale whose poles are life and death. That doesn’t make war desirable, nor the appropriate yardstick for all comparisons. But as regards the badly strained relations between the sexes, it makes plain how trivial are feminist whines about men.

     Yes, there are women in America’s armed services. One of them is a young friend whom I’ll call Jane. Jane has been a soldier for barely six months, yet she’s already overseas and functioning in a dangerous, high-stress environment. Her courage and sangfroid are remarkable, the more so as her detachment was hit just yesterday, with multiple casualties and extensive destruction. Her reaction? “I'm a soldier. I signed up for this.”

     So I’m not denigrating our female warriors. Nevertheless, Lisa Britton’s point stands: When war is in prospect, it’s the men that governments round up to be thrown into the furnace. We expect our men to “step up” – and they do:

     If World War III ever breaks out—and the way the world is trending, with proxy conflicts, great-power rivalries, and crumbling alliances, it no longer feels impossible—it will be our sons, brothers, husbands, and boyfriends who receive the call first. They will leave our homes, our beds, our futures, and step into the elite’s power battle. And when they do, the same voices that spent years calling masculinity problematic will suddenly post heartfelt memes about our “real men.”
     We can’t keep doing this. We can’t keep devaluing, blaming and shaming men for everything. It doesn’t look like the expectation of male sacrifice is ending anytime soon, so we must honor, love, and respect our men in peacetime, not just when the sirens wail. That means rejecting the cheap shots—the endless articles blaming men for every social ill, the cultural sneers at “toxic masculinity,” the refusal to acknowledge that male sacrifice still underpins our safety. It means teaching our daughters that a good man’s desire to protect is not oppression but a gift. It means telling our sons that their strength is needed, valued, and worthy of gratitude.

     God bless and keep you, Lisa. What you’ve said has needed to be said for some time now. But don’t expect the promulgators of militant feminism to agree. They’ve made the war between the sexes into an occupation, an income. We can’t expect them to overturn their rice bowls for the sake of honesty.

     Peace is purchased with men’s blood. No other currency will serve. Decent Americans of both sexes – yes, there are two and only two – should keep that firmly in mind, after the conflicts in progress today are a receding memory.

"Moderately Bad Men"

     [This piece first appeared at Eternity Road on August 28, 2008 – FWP]

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     This extraordinary bit of whining by Ellen Tien has been getting a fair amount of play in Blogdom:

     I contemplate divorce every day. It tugs on my sleeve each morning when my husband, Will, greets me in his chipper, smug morning-person voice, because after 16 years of waking up together, he still hasn't quite pieced out that I'm not viable before 10 a.m.

     It puts two hands on my forehead and mercilessly presses when he blurts out the exact wrong thing ("Are you excited for your surprise party next Tuesday?"); when he lies to avoid the fight ("What do you mean I left our apartment door open? I never even knew our apartment had a door!"); when he buttons his shirt and jacket into the wrong buttonholes, collars and seams unaligned like a vertical game of dominoes, with possibly a scrap of shirttail zippered into his fly.

     It flicks me, hard, just under the eye when, during a parent-teacher conference, he raises his arm high in the air, scratches his armpit, and then --then! -- absently smells his fingers.

     It slammed into me like a 4,000-pound Volvo station wagon one spring evening four years ago, although I remember it as if it were last year.

     He had dropped me off in front of a restaurant, prior to finding a parking spot. As I crossed in front of the car, he pulled forward, happily smiling back over his left shoulder at some random fascinating bit (a sign with an interesting font, a new scaffolding, a diner that he may or may not have eaten at the week after he graduated from college), and plowed into me. The impact, while not wondrous enough to break bodies 12 ways, was sufficient to bounce me sidewise onto the hood, legs waving in the air like antennae, skirt flung somewhere up around my ears.

     For one whole second, New York City stood stock-still and looked at my underwear.

     As I pounded the windshield with my fist and shouted -- "Will, Will, stop the car!" -- he finally faced forward, blink, blink, blink, trying, yes, truly trying to take it all in. And I heard him ask with mild astonishment, very faintly because windshield glass is surprisingly thick, "What are you doing here?"

     In retrospect, it was an excellent question, a question that I've asked myself from altar to present, both incessantly and occasionally. What am I doing here?

     Don't misunderstand: I would not, could not disparage my marriage (not on a train, not in the rain, not in a house, not with a mouse). After 192 months, Will and I remain if not happily married, then steadily so. Our marital state is Indiana, say, or Connecticut -- some red areas, more blue. Less than bliss, better than disaster. We are arguably, to my wide-ish range of reference, Everycouple.

     Nor is Will the Very Bad Man that I've made him out to be. Rather, like every other male I know, he is merely a Moderately Bad Man, the kind of man who will leave his longboat-sized shoes directly in the flow of our home's traffic so that one day I'll trip over them, break my neck, and die, after which he'll walk home from the morgue, grief-stricken, take off his shoes with a heavy heart, and leave them in the center of the room until they kill the housekeeper. Everyman.

     Still, beneath the thumpingly ordinary nature of our marriage -- Everymarriage --runs the silent chyron of divorce. It's the scarlet concept, the closely held contemplation of nearly every woman I know who has children who have been out of diapers for at least two years and a husband who won't be in them for another 30. It's the secret reverie of a demographic that freely discusses postpartum depression, eating disorders, and Ambien dependence (often all in the same sentence) with the plain candor of golden brown toast. In a let-it-all-hang-out culture, this is the given that stays tucked in.

     There's lots more, but this is about all your Curmudgeon can stand. It's your turn, Gentle Reader:

• Do you think it likely that Miss Tien is a stunningly perfect woman, sterling of character and exquisite of manner, who would never upset her husband Will with a poor choice of words or a poorly timed remark?
• Do you envision Will as a neglectful, abusive cad, who confines her to their home, deprives her of all but the bare necessities of life, and barks menacingly at her slightest hint of displeasure? Would you find plausible the suggestion that Will has even worse character flaws and behaviors than the ones Miss Tien has described here, or do you think it likely that she's "shot her wad?"
• Might it be possible that Will has a few criticisms to make of Ellen, but is too much the gentleman and dutiful husband to voice them in public?
• Were Will the writer of this article, and Ellen its subject, would it be received as readily by the Oprahfied audience to whom it was first presented?
• If Will were to sue Ellen for divorce, presenting her rant as evidence of spousal abuse, do you think the court would free him of all obligations to her, or is it more likely that he'd be tied to her by bonds of alimony for years to come?

     But enough about poor Will. Will, by the Gospel According To Ellen Tien, isn't a Very Bad Man, just a Moderately Bad Man: "like every other male I know." Your Curmudgeon doesn't go in for a lot of self-disclosure, but he will say this: if Will's worst faults are on record in the column above, the C.S.O. would trade your Curmudgeon for Will in a heartbeat. She'd probably throw in some cash, a couple of draft picks, and a player to be named later, at that.

     But enough about that benighted woman. It's her shrieky column that matters -- and not because it's particularly unusual of its kind. It's standard fare in Oprahfied Women's America. That's the truly disturbing thing about it.

     Oprahfied Women have been taught, mostly by innuendo and implication, that men are low creatures by nature, that the very best of them barely deserves a woman's attention, much less her respect, and that anything and everything men do for their women, or for women in general, is either a move in an exploitative game or a stroke in a campaign to "keep them oppressed." A fair percentage of American women have internalized that message. Because the sexes need one another, it puts a lot of men in a quandary about how to deal with the women in their lives, and renders a lot of women so badly conflicted that they cannot be happy no matter what they do.

     Whatever happened to the old motto, "To his virtues, be kind; to his faults, a little blind" -- ? Like most good advice, it doesn't really matter whether the advisee is male or female; the "his" pronouns could as easily be "her." We are none of us perfect, at least not in one another's eyes. No, not even your humble Curmudgeon; he snores, procrastinates about the yard work, and is provoked to profanity by the perversity of inanimate objects. (Customer-assembled furniture, anyone?) No marriage can be tolerable if one spouse insists that the other must conform to his standards at every waking moment.

     Yet American women have been fed large doses of Utopianism about romance and the married state. Many have come to believe that it's possible to find a "perfect" man. More, they believe a "perfect" man is their due...that if they don't get their due, they've been cheated and have a right to redress.

     Now and then, a commenter here or elsewhere will extol the superior femininity and agreeability of Asian women. Your Curmudgeon knows a few, and they do impress him. Given the porous state of the borders, American women had better look to their levees; the "coyotes" could as easily import Asian brides as unskilled Mexican laborers.

Promises, Fulfillments, And Discoveries

     Happy Easter, Gentle Reader. “For He is risen, as He said.” He didn’t make a big, showy deal about it, though. His final Gift to Mankind was delivered quietly, almost without any ceremony whatsoever. For the Christ had no need to trumpet I-told-you-sos all over Creation. He simply did as He said He would.

     I have a few thoughts for you this morning. First, have a piece from several Easters ago.

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     The Feast of the Resurrection is the very heart of Christian faith. Without the Resurrection, there would be only the accounts of Jesus’s miracles to stand as evidence for His authority to proclaim the New Covenant. That Covenant is infinitely more important than any other statement in the history of religious faith. Let’s review it a moment:

Now a man came up to him and said, "Teacher, what good thing must I do to gain eternal life?" He said to him, "Why do you ask me about what is good? There is only one who is good. But if you want to enter into life, keep the commandments." "Which ones?" he asked. Jesus replied, "You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false witness, honor your father and mother and love your neighbor as yourself." [Matthew, 19:16-19.]

Now when the Pharisees heard that he had silenced the Sadducees, they assembled together. And one of them, an expert in religious law, asked him a question to test him: “Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?” Jesus said to him, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets." [Matthew 22:37-40]

     Christ’s New Covenant replaced – indeed, it displaced – the Levitical Covenant of Moses and the years of Exodus. The significance of this event is seldom appreciated even by the foremost Christian writers and thinkers. They fail to ask the critical question, which, as it so often proves to be, consists of a single word: Why?

     [A brief but hopefully enlarging tangent: In episode VI of Patrick McGoohan’s brilliant series The Prisoner, the keepers of the Village build a computer intended to ferret out the secrets McGoohan’s character was immured there to discover. McGoohan’s character destroys it with a one word question: the one above. Patrick McGoohan was a lifelong, devout Catholic. Think about it.]

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     The Levitical Covenant, despite the endless repetitions of “I am the Lord” in the Book of Leviticus, went far beyond the will of God. It was Judaic Law as set forth by Moses, and it attempted to embrace virtually the whole of life of a man of pre-Christian times. Moses seems to have believed that the many dictates of his Law were necessary to discipline the Hebrews in preparation to fulfill their destiny as the Chosen People. Perhaps he was right...but his Law had some unintended consequences, as laws so often do.

     When there are many, many laws, people will naturally choose to adhere to some and ignore the rest. Not everyone will choose to adhere to the same ones. In accordance with this dynamic, life among the Jews of Judea changed greatly over the millennium-plus between the Exodus and the coming of Jesus. The laws which men believed to be in their individual interests were the ones they chose to obey; the rest were regarded as “suggestions.” This was compounded by the rise of a priestly caste that saw the Judaic religion as a source of status and profit, and used it, and the place of the Temple at Jerusalem as the heart of the creed, to those ends.

     Christ’s parables often told of men who had decided that commandments such as “Thou shalt not murder” were mere suggestions, and what would follow in retribution. His New Covenant stripped away the rituals and extra disciplines that surround Mosaic Law and left the irreducible core of God’s Will. He promised that those who would keep His commandments – the ones He gave to the “rich young man” of Matthew Chapter 19 – would know eternal life.

     We who believe take Him at His word, for His Resurrection made clear that He had full authority to proclaim the New Covenant...and that we could trust in His promise.

     The Theological Virtues follow by direct implication:
     We know that faith follows from such a decision: faith in the authority of the Lord.
     We know that hope is its necessary concomitant, for no mere mortal can conclusively prove that Jesus was the Son of God, nor that His promise was more trustworthy than that of any other man.
     We attend to one another in a spirit of charity because it’s the principle at the core of the New Covenant: to “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

     We practice the Cardinal Virtues – prudence, temperance, justice, and fortitude – because they alone are capable of both preparing us to meet the requirements of the ones above and sustaining us and our neighbors in our times of trial.

     And we wait, and pray, and repose our trust in His promise.

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     Just last Friday, I wrote about anticipation as an integral part of an expected event. Now, that particular rumination was about Jesus’s anticipation of His suffering on the Cross. His human nature quailed before the thought, as His prayer at Gethsemane made plain. But His divine nature accepted it as the path He must travel: His Father’s will, and so His own as well.

     But we anticipate joyous things as well as sorrowful ones. We anticipate His Resurrection, which we commemorate today. We anticipate His Ascension in forty days’ time, and the miracle of Pentecost, which equipped His Apostles to convert the world:

     And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. [Matthew 28:18-20]

     Those events fulfilled His ministry, just as the Resurrection fulfilled His earlier promise.

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     There are many directions I could go from here, but one stands out above the others, for it pertains to the First Great Commandment:

     “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment.”

     Love is a heavily overloaded word. We use it freely to label attachments that have little or no relation to love between humans. The use above is among the most difficult of all. What does it mean to love God? Does it have any relationship to our temporal loves?

     Our difficulties are compounded by mysteries. We have little insight into the nature of God. We can be fairly confident that He is eternal and stands above time, and therefore has no needs as a man would understand them. If He has desires, those too are mysterious, for His omnipotence implies that they could be fulfilled with a Word. Given those things, how does one go about loving Him?

     The overload becomes more comprehensible in light of yet another overload: that of the word fear.

     Many passages in the Bible speak of “fear of the Lord” as a necessary component of a righteous life. And in more recent decades, a great many silly preachers have taken that to mean actual, temporal fear, as we might fear enemies, calamities, suffering, and death. But the Jews of Judea didn’t use the word that way in that context. For them, it was a synonym for awe. “How great Thou art!”

     Well that it is so, for it’s supremely difficult to love that which one fears in the temporal sense. The human inclination is to flee or destroy the feared entity. But neither of those are possible when the feared one is divine.

     I think our understanding of the love of God harmonizes with what the First Century Jews meant by the fear of God. They dovetail in that sense of awe, and the human response to awe: adoration. Note that etymologically, adore means “to pray to.” And we do. In recognition of His supremacy over all things, we worship Him and pray to Him. Our prayers are our acknowledgement of His as what He is. Even the least of them connotes gratitude that He is God, and that all things are subject to His will. They are our expression of love as God must be loved.

     I’ve written on other occasions of the importance of gratitude. Gratitude alone can make us happy. Gratitude is the fulfillment of all blessings: the acknowledgement that we have been blessed and know it. And it goes to Him who blesses, as it should:

     Teresza found that she could remember her transcendental experiences with perfect clarity. There was power in the words from Maria’s book, a beneficent power that emanated from a strong place outside the world she knew. It did not threaten; it entreated. Be like this, it pleaded, that you and the world shall be whole with one another.
     “Like this” isn’t so far distant from what I am...what we are. We give and take in our turn. We raise no hand unprovoked. We honor our forebears and our promises to one another. To the extent we’re aware of it, we’re even grateful for the gift of life.
     All we lack is awareness of where that gratitude should go.

     In that discovery we learn what it really means to love God “with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.” For all that we are and will ever be flows from Him.

     Happy Easter on April 5 in this Year of Our Lord 2026. May God bless and keep you all. Be grateful.

The True Bastion Of Liberty

     I hadn’t planned to write anything today, despite it being “1984 Day:”

     April 4th, 1984. Last night to the flicks. All war films….

     George Orwell had important things to say about liberty, despite being socialistically inclined. Nevertheless, he omitted mention of one thing that, sadly, a great many Americans have failed to appreciate. Indeed, the majority of us squirm to escape involvement with it. And for that reason among others, we’re losing its protection:

     The jury functioned as a localized check on state power, granting the common citizen the authority to temper the rigid application of the law with communal common sense. The historical power of jury nullification, whereby a jury refuses to convict a defendant despite overwhelming evidence of guilt, was historically celebrated as a triumph against state overreach. Cases such as the 1735 trial of John Peter Zenger, who was acquitted of seditious libel against the Royal Governor of New York, cemented the jury’s role as a bulwark of liberty. The jury possessed the ultimate veto, ensuring that the laws enacted by the sovereign could only be enforced if they aligned with the moral intuitions of the populace.
     As detailed in the University College London (UCL) academic paper, “Decline of the ‘Little Parliament’: Juries and Jury Reform in England and Wales” by Sally Lloyd-Bostock and Cheryl Thomas, the jury was vigorously defended as an ancient right and a bastion of liberty, a mechanism whereby the ordinary person’s moral compass could inform legal decisions and contain the powers of government.

     If you follow the news from the United Kingdom, you’re probably already aware of how badly the right to a trial by jury has been abraded:

'So judges are just better at finding facts?'
'They're experienced at it.'

Sir Brian Leveson, who led the criminal courts inquiry, explains why he thinks Lammy is absolutely right to scrap jury trials. pic.twitter.com/qDTQFw7acY

— LBC (@LBC) December 2, 2025

     But Celina’s essay, quoted above, makes a shattering point about the preconditions required for trial by jury to exercise its protections:

     Nonwhite jurors display clear ethnocentric bias against white defendants and in favor of their own. The data is undeniable. The elites know it. That is why they are quietly abolishing peremptory challenges, gutting jury trials, and now planning to scrap them for almost everything except murder and rape. Demography is destiny, and if the English, Americans, or Australians become a minority in their own courtrooms, there will be no justice left.

     From here, I could light off in several directions, but I’ll content myself by quoting an earlier tirade:

     The combination of the Constitution plus the Common Law, which we inherited from England, had a consequence few persons have openly articulated. Under their combined principles and terms, and from the then-customary definition of a government, the United States was an anarchist nation. The argument is simple: A State must have the recognized authority to decree punishment. But under the Constitution's requirement for a jury trial for all penal offenses, plus the Common Law's traditions concerning the jury's freedom to nullify any law it finds noxious, only a jury of private citizens can do so. Therefore, U.S. governments lack an essential qualification for being States -- and therefore, we are an anarchy by the strict meaning of the word.

     Now consider what would follow the abolition of the jury trial. No longer would a jury’s assent be required for the State to punish a defendant. Thus, defendants irritating to the State would be at great hazard, for an indictment would guarantee a subsequent conviction. Worse still, jury nullification would vanish. The State could proclaim arbitrary laws that would not have survived a jury’s veto. The worst features of feudal systems would be laid atop our advanced, information-oriented societies.

     But let’s not stop there. Let’s ask about the driving influence Celina has cited:

     When a society is fractured along ethnic and cultural lines, the jury ceases to be a microcosm of a unified nation. Instead, it becomes a contested battleground for competing tribal loyalties. Historical nullification, which used to be a noble tool against state tyranny, has mutated into ethnic nullification, where jurors refuse to convict members of their own in-group regardless of the evidence. This weaponization of an ancient right paralyzes the state’s ability to maintain basic order and shatters the epistemic foundation of the legal system.

     Juries have stood in the way of unbounded State power since John Peter Zenger. They who seek unbounded power would naturally be averse to the right to a trial by jury. Were our “elites” aware that unlimited immigration from the Third World would destroy the jury trial as an instrument of justice? Was it part of their planning?

     The U.K. is already far gone toward the abolition of the jury trial. Given travesties of justice such as the acquittal of O.J. Simpson for his murders of Nicole Brown and Ronald Goldman, and the willingness of a largely nonwhite jury to convict Donald Trump of a slew of felonies even if they had to invent them, Americans’ right to a trial by jury cannot be deemed safe from demolition.

     And I have no doubt that, whether or not this demise of an ancient, liberty-preserving right was a planned consequence of open immigration, our “elites” will find the outcome to their tastes.

Anticipation

     Much of the power of the Catholic liturgical calendar flows from its regularity. We know each season, each celebration, and each commemoration. We can see them coming. And though they are the same as last year, a host of factors freshen them as they return. Despite their regularity, the cycle renders them new.

     Part of that is the anticipation of each liturgical event. Anticipation, we are told, is itself a component of the thing anticipated, inseparable from it. With some of the feasts this is obvious, Christmas being the best example. Today’s commemoration is preceded by the sacrificial practices of Lent and is driven home by the contemplation of the Cross.

     But there’s an aspect to the Passion that’s seldom pondered. We aren’t the only ones who see it coming.

* * *

     Jesus of Nazareth, at once fully human and fully divine, was not unaware of the fate He faced. He told His followers that it was coming. During the episode of the Transfiguration, He conversed with Moses and Elijah about it:

     And it came to pass about an eight days after these sayings, he took Peter and John and James, and went up into a mountain to pray. And as he prayed, the fashion of his countenance was altered, and his raiment was white and glistering. And, behold, there talked with him two men, which were Moses and Elias: Who appeared in glory, and spake of his decease which he should accomplish at Jerusalem.
     But Peter and they that were with him were heavy with sleep: and when they were awake, they saw his glory, and the two men that stood with him.

     [Luke 9:28-32]

     And later on, He prayed at Gethsemane to be spared:

     And he came out, and went, as he was wont, to the mount of Olives; and his disciples also followed him. And when he was at the place, he said unto them, Pray that ye enter not into temptation. And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
     And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him.
     And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

     [Luke 22:39-44]

     His anticipation of His impending torture and death was inseparable from the agony thereof. It was a single Passion, unitary and complete.

* * *

     The Passion is too solemn a commemoration to be burdened with a long, sententious exposition. Let me close with one more thought.

     Jesus, though divine, never referred to Himself as the Son of God. Those words came from the mouths of others. He called Himself the Son of Man, a title whose significance is unappreciated by many. It served to humble Him in others’ eyes, but it also carried a subtext: I am here because of you.

     For even the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many. [Mark 10:45]

     He had not come from His own need, nor from His Father’s need, but from ours. He lived, preached, traveled, suffered, and died for us. We needed Him. And so He gave Himself to us.

     May God bless and keep you all on this Good Friday in the Year of Our Lord 2026.