I wrote this abrupty last night,

Date

The deepest shadows, echoes tell me only
To love You more, my Savior. And by you
I am told as well to love what is true
Among the dark and gentle locks I see.
Something was no less categorical
In her soul than verses in a black Book,
So then that day --'s hand I took
In purity as real as metaphorical.

It made me feel so happy to write it, as philosophical/logical poems like the above, which praise both God and His creations, are quite virtuous.

...and the good news just keeps pouring in:July 7, AD 2007: Motu Propio day
From the Senate:Amnesty is Dead
John Roberts says:No to left wing racism
The ultraliberal Valley Advocate has a feature on Ron Paul.

Joy, o' joy my compatriots! I am definitely one of those few Americans who thinks we are on the right track. I could list some more stuff, but I'll just encourage you to read of our Bay State cheer more frequently by listing HubPolitics on my sidebar. It is an informative and genuine (and sometimes angry) right wing blog run in Boston, hub of New England.

At this midnight hour, I hope to elaborate upon my most recent addition to my blog, adding Mr. Beatty to those politicos I tell my Bay State compatriots to vote for. Yesterday, among my mound of letters from contribution seekers was a request from the exploratory committee of Jeff Beatty- OPPONENT APPARENT OF JOHN KERRY IN 2008.

Reading the manufactured letter, one is introduced to a neoconservative. Nine tenths of the 4-page letter are devoted to calling Kerry anti-mliltary, and establishing his hawk credentials and promoting a no-retreat policy for Iraq. However, he also tacked on "tax cutting, pro-family, pro-2nd Amendment" toward the end, and as a Republican, I figured he's got more than warmongering on his platform.

I checked out his website (listed below to the left), and was quite surprised. Below his military credentials (I suppose the G.O.P. has learned from the close call in 2004- they chose a man with more credentials than Kerry, thus giving him the 'legitimacy' to argue military matters from experience), he stated that he is on record for opposing the War in Iraq from its inception. He sees horrible consequences from withdrawing too quickly, and wants to stay the course as long as necessary. My, this comes closer to my view than the utterances of almost any politician!

I feel that after the troop surge runs its course by September, we should gradually lower the troop levels. I feel we can do little after that to further stabilize Iraq. Bill O'Reilly in particular has made a fine case for such a course on The O'Reilly Factor; although he's sometimes wrong, Bill has usually been a very logical voice on the war, and he made the good point that up to the surge, the hawks have really had a free hand with the war, and have had their chance. Compromise and gradual drawdowns have near reached their appropriate hour. Many Republicans may disagree with that, but from most Democrats we still hear one shade or another of the Bill Richardson defeatist cheerleading every time. No matter how long it goes on, the left will never be right about this war.

Beatty's other stands, including an enforcement first stance on immigration, are also quite favorable, above average for a Republican, and certainly better than Kerry or Corsi's views (Dr. Jerome Corsi, author of Unfit for Command, was a true neocon and openly anti-Catholic Republican who had previously planned to run against Kerry in '08). I have not found Jeff Beatty's religion.

He has a fine record. Besides his stunning military credentails, Beatty ran against Rep. Bill Delahunt, D-Ma in 2006, and received more votes than any other congressional challenger. Kerry has never been quite as popular a Sen. Kennedy in Massachusetts, and is actually below a 50% approval rating right now. Perhaps, despite this state's deep blue politics, 2008 will be the year for a much-needed miracle, and a much deserved firing of the pseudo-Catholic Kerry. Go Beatty!

Brace yourself- I will below take my love of writing about pure, breezy women to a new level.

Sonnet LIV

I adored from two desks off that plain girl
In unison with God, for she spoke not
Of low altars, but did her time allot
To sympathetic subtleties, whose pearl
Though small, so cherished begot votive lights.
By the glow of those voyaging graces
At her feet, her virtue filled the spaces,
Gathered round her red ruffled hem as happy sprites.
The hours, which wore her like thin water
As her lips moved- she moved her hands instead
Across her walnut shaded locks to spread
Crossed members straight. Oh, persistent daughter
Near divine, you flattened it, then more so
So static thence will eyes and petals sew!

In writing this, I recalled learning about marginal cost analysis in normal Economics sophomore year. Mr. Baldwin gave the example of a girl brushing her hair. After a few minutes, her hair would be fine, and the brushing would take up time better used for other activities- and, he joked, the hair would build up static electricity, and stuf might stick to it. My immediate thought: 'Hey, that wouldn't be so bad'. It would be really cute if she went outside and pollen, leaves, and flower petals were glued to her hair's surface, like a coronet.



[whoever Anna is, I so had to borrow her nice image; look at the flat hair]




Also of note, on June 23- my 18 1/2 birthday- the Queen Anne's Lace I have been awaiting abruptly began growing. Further, the first blooms I saw were in the Big Lots parking lot. However, as I will declare my independence from Big Lots on July 4, that will not matter too much longer. I Just hope that the strictly summer flower will last long enough for my to find a girlfriend at Assumption, and give her a poor man's bouquet of my favorite flower! (highly unlikely)

Fox News has done a great thing for the West. This evening, that unreliably conservative ststion showed the contraband "Muslims Against Jihad", which was to be part of the PBS series "America at a Crossroads". As is reported on a website by the film's producers, PBS believed a conservative bias had infiltrated the documentary, and decided not to air it.
Well, Fox News has. Featured on the film were Islamic terror cells in Europe (and Canada and even the United States), recruiters for the Iraqi insurgency, incidents of wife beating, and of honor killings- the usual canon- and those moderate Muslims willing to stand up to them. Causes for despair and hope were to be found, although (along with everything else I've read on the subject) I believe the former outweighs the latter threefold.
At least Islam has left no presence in Northampton yet! Thusfar, I have only met three Muslims, two in high school [a Pakistani immigrant and a convert], and one who will go to Assumption [an Iranian immigrant- who, too bad for orthodox Catholic me, is the prettiest and most decent person I've yet met in the Class of 2011]. And none of them are at all so radical as all those pesky Muslims radicals we hear of in Europe. In fact, only one of the two women wears a headscarf- with a slightly reflective Calvin Klein logo, and much more like the Roman Catholic mantilla than the ridiculous coverings above pictured.
I see this not as a reason to sit back and think, 'Ahh, jihad will only consume the cesspool of Europe; we are quite safe here'. That Islam is here less rooted than Sikhism is a missionary call. As with all lies, I hate Islam, and wish for all Muslims to willingly reject it. But naturally, the greater motivation must be from the love of Jesus Christ and His Church- the desire to instruct that One is Three, and that "an offering worthy of God can be none other than God Himself"- of the Real Presence in the Blessed Sacrament [quote St. Leonard, The Hidden Treasure].

We often despair, but we ought not, so long as He is at the center of our lives.

I've only spent one day with all the Assumption College girls, and I already received a poetry request from a pair of talkative, friendly, moderately hot Catholic girls. How pleasant. I have already finished the requested work; i think I spelled their names right, but how much it actually reflects them I don't know.

Sonnet LIII


In the sealed off, violet, and starless night
The onset of the day was apparent
From the two sages, just too transparent
As mathematic aspects of the light
We call Michaela and Mary Ellen.
It was clear on the somewhat lengthy plain
Of concrete that one mirage from the rain
From the forest was split and was dwellin'
In two short cute unmute incarnations.
Near the uncertain veil of the valleys
Chimes of unsure times and certain sallies
Rhymed like couplets and chaste incantations
In the dark heart, voices sweet as melon
Both spoke the smartest words, as if while gellin'.

You don't want to know how many pictures with cosmic, gaia, or faerie in their name I had to look through in order to find this nice image.

Before I forget, this is possibly the greatest political theory of all time, which says good times are ahead for the Trads.

As Sodom and Gomorrha and the neighboring cities, in like manner, having given themselves to fornication and going after other flesh, were made an example, suffering the punishment of eternal fire. In like manner, these men also defile the flesh and despise dominion and blaspheme majesty.- St. Jude 7-8

These words accurately describe the nature of student conduct at Assumption College. Having visited the place over the weekend, I can say I am impressed by the academic program, but disappointed by the student life.
Well, they TRY to send us down the good path. At the beginning of orientation, Fr. Gallagher led us in a prayer to the Father. All the classrooms feature crucifixes, about three fourths of the class of 2011 is Catholic, courses on theology are required.
In other ways, the administration has accepted our fate as a drinking college. At an anti-alcohol program we attended, is was said that while college drinking averages at 6 drinks per student per week, at Assumption the average is 8. The ensuing video didn't actually tell us not to drink, but warned us chiefly of the dangers of binge drinking. Apparently, during the school year students are sent to the hospital on a regular basis.
It only took until that night for a drinking party to take place. As a non-boozer, I was the only guy on our floor (I think) not to have a few shots of the ridiculously cheap Poland Spring vodka someone picked up in downtown Worcester. Naturally, the RAs knew about the drinking and did nothing, although to their credit they were forced by their superiors to remove the women from the party by roughly midnight. However, they later made it clear that they had no problem with the looseness consequent in coed housing. After probably 12:30, I grew bored and went to my room to read The Mystical City of God, ironically a chapter where Mary refutes Lucifer's heresies, and defeats his seven legions as the attempt to tempt her. For the next two hours, in that college named after our Lady's Assumption into Heaven for being without sin, the partyers next door screamed and boasted of all the damning sins they would do once first semester began.
The next day, the woman in charge of the anti-drinking program mentioned the party, and said that at that rate we wouldn't survive first semester. I couldn't help but chuckle at the ineffectiveness of her program.
At the Mass in the above pictured Chapel of the Holy Spirit, wherein most attendees were supremely irreverent, I was not as focused on liturgical abuses as usual (the free issue of The Catholic Free Press had this picture of liturgical dancers on the cover. How telltale). I mostly just prayed for my roommates, and even more so for all the poor ladies they plan to corrupt.

I am glad I chose substance-free housing.

[couldn't find the Renaissance painting I was thinking of, but this art of Puritan damsels will do; though not known for their large families, contraception between unmarried couples was illegal in this state until 1972]


I am very cheerful now, although some bitter thoughts given currency in AP Euro are still troubling me. Ohh, during that class, many reading assignments consisted of c. 20 page passages from militant feminist textbooks. They always depressed me so, because we lost the battle, and now the roles of men and women have indeed been eliminated from the rabbles' minds. And, of course, we are made to think feminism was the moral equivalent of the civil rights movement in the public schools!
This one quote, from early 20th century Britain, stuck out in my irritated brain,

"I am a practicing Roman Catholic, but I am perfectly convinced from a very practical experience- that some sort of Birth Control is absolutely essential- and is practiced by all thinking Catholics" - Mrs. L. D.

This cruel slander against all real women- women like Long-Skirts, who aren't contributing to the moral and populational destruction of the West- cannot go unanswered by me. Here you are, Mrs. D.; come face to face with

The unthinking, wise Woman

You are not unto yourself, but by them
Much-encumbered Lupa, in fortune's day
And night are called eight, nine, ten times mother.
Eyes closed, those strong hands which you know are dust
Aptly comingle with sulphur doused earth
Once known, though by concupiscence barren,
To ask for much merited Providence.
Your eyes are worn, green makeup traded for
Their lunch, their time, their sustenance and prayers.
Though there is no farmhand or dictator
Who adorns you, unguilded graces grow,
Multiply like rice upon a chessboard.

As I couldn't devise a way to reconcile day/mother, I went with freeverse. I just hope it is still good enough to pay some tribute to uncontracepting mothers of many. They're the ones who are going to save Christendom!

Another reason I am so happy is that I received my first issue of the New Oxford Review today. Like The Remnant, it provides hard core Catholic news and perspective, along with good book reviews and helpful traditionalist-aimed ads. Unlike The Remnant, it is written comically, in a way reminiscent of 1950s periodicals, and not designed to make one overreflect on the dismal state of the modern world. The letters to the editor are more scholarly, and [yes, yes] the illustrations are more amusing. Sadly, it seems even less patriotic than The Remnant, is anti-war past a reasonable level, and is quite often less practical in its assessments. To be fair, this is just my first issue; perhaps more of the problems I have with the Review will be resolved later.

With all the focus on the French elections this year, I continue to be amazed by what I see.

First of all, the citizens of France are expected to vote four times in an election year- we Americans have trouble with two.
Second, the illogical behavior of the patriotic, far right- wherein Le Pen's National Front actively tried to gain a more multicultural look, and even de Villier's Movement for France has little protested Sarkozy's leftward turn- in a nation where both the PS and the UMP courted the center. The communist left acted more intelligently, appealing to leftists unsatisfied by the Socialist party, and has already won more seats than the compromising right.
Finally, and most bizarre, is the prospect of the French nation electing members of one party to over two thirds of the legislature in peacetime. Ohh, what I would give for the Grand Old Party to control 70 seats in the senate [we could get Janice Rogers Brown on the Supreme Court- or Robert Bork, just to annoy the Dems!!]
However, as the Union for a Popular Movement is rigidly centrist- National assembly deputy Christian Vanneste was kicked out for of the party for merely taking a stand against homosexuality- I expect less will be accomplished than if Olympia snowe was made dictator of the United States [but ya gotta admit it would be cool. Her dad did immigrate from Sparta, Greece]. Still Sarkozy is a churchgoing Roman Catholic, so perhaps the prayers and petitions of the French people can bring more righteousness to his agenda.






The sweet and bitter contemplations of French political turmoil have led me to look for more encouraging situations in Europe. France's next door neighbor, Belgium, is the home of the Vlaams Belang, a far right Flemish party, much like the pre-Marine Le Pen National Front. Despite the usual allegations of racsim for opposing Islam and multiculturalism, the non-brainwashed observor will see that the Vlaams Belang is the party most willing to stand up for traditional Christian values and identity. And best of all, even though it is widely seen as a party from the backward, dreaded FAR RIGHT, it has continually gained more votes in recent elections, and is on track to become the largest Flemish party in a few short years. The only reason it is not more influential is because the "mainstream" parties have long refused to enter into coalitions with the VB.

Also enjoyable is the Maltese situation. In little, ultra-Catholic Malta, there are only five political parties (including a green party, and a REAL racist party), and the most popular, via majority rather than coalition, is the pro-Church Nationalist party, which hopes to let Malta prosper economically, and maintain their island's status as a moral paradise, which almost no abortions or homosexual lobby to speak of. Even better, as Malta is a republic wherein Catholicism is the official religion (possibly the best type of government), the party acknowledges the existence of God and the importance of maintaining the place's Christian heritage. From their principles page:
The Christian idea of the dignity of man is the basis of all the policies of the Partit Nazzjonalista. Human dignity is rooted in mans relationship with God and with his fellow men, within the family and other voluntary associations, which the State is obliged to assist and promote.
Ohh, if but the Republican party were that brave. We American Catholics would be all set! (No more Rudy Giuliani)

The fifth, much worse Maltese party (not as bad as the racist one) is the Alpha Liberal Party, which seems to be run by multiculturalist loons who believe the EU is better than their own nation. They wish to legalize abortion, homosexual marriage, in vitro fertilization, divorce, disestablish the Church, the works. In other words, they want precious Malta to become a mini-USA in the middle of the Mediterranean. Luckily, they are microscopic and uninfluential- for now. Although I doubt it will deter them, I emailed them, at alpha@emmybezzina.org , and politely gave them a piece of my mind, and asked them to let Malta be. If you would be so kind, and care for the future of Christendom, I ask you to do the same. Request that the Alpha Liberal Party will not try to lead Malta down the dark path!

I'll get the deja vu over with first. After President Bush's latest disappointment, supporting the amnesty bill, has fallen into obscurity [because the bill died], the Methodist in the Oval Office has finally given his base a reason to be proud. His choice for Surgeon General, Dr. James W. Holsinger Jr., actually understands that God gives homosexuals temporal punishment for their sins, as explained in the above, heavily biased ABC article. Yes, the Left is so freakin worried about what will happen if all Americans had a clear understanding of science; they're even more terrified by Holsinger than they are by creation science. I say we cut our President some slack until he screws up again.

The other concern I'm going to post herein is perhaps not as new as I implied, except that it includes a new poem. Since Vatican II, the Holy Catholic Church has lost so many of her daughters to the world. Particularly painful to me was the departure of a friend from NHS, and one of the Republican Club's biggest devotees. Despite the presence of several moderates at the Club, we were always in a visible, ideological rivalry, even though we were good friends. She understood well the importance of the free market, but has lost her Catholicity to thoughts of the Church being too "old-fashioned"- Modernism if I've ever seen it- and had resorted to libertarianism. That doctrine, intelligent hedonism, as opposed to the dumb hedonism of the Left, I hate above all else. I was always so sad to have to argue with her; besides her kindness, she inspired so much sadness in me. Even though she is not the most beautiful lady I've ever met (she sometimes comes close), her wide eyes, of super intense blue, and configured like radiate thistles, are the most or 2nd most beautiful I've ever seen- truly (competition from a dame with one each blue and green eyes). My thoughts after each class and meeting were "how, how did he get her?" Althought I will never see her again, and this poem wasn't written for her, it sends that barb further into my heart, knowing she doesn't see it like

Sonnet LII

The holy Will works past every shadow,
And with straight, solid edge will sever sin
From the wise heart, so Ratio can win
Her disciples back from faults Lust does sow.
The apparent mysteries of your life,
Friend so magnificent, are by It wound
Into too great complexity which found
Can only be defined by Logic's knife.
Search as you can within the world, or in
Your boundless, morphean heart, but the spine
Of ignorance will as you further pine
Cut through your fair forehead and give you sin
And pains I cannot bear. So in your breast
Hold all your Father's faith, and be you blessed.

Although the picture isn't much related to the poem, the right angel looks sort of like the lady in it. The actual inspiration came when I was reading The Mystical City of God two days ago. It was evening, and the setting sun played so with the blinds that a shadow in the image of a sword appeared across the page, conveniently dividing the word "sin" into white and gray.

For approximately a month, our Nation's policy toward Russia has been on my mind. Although I'd be pleasantly shaken if more than one in five Americans knew who the president of Russia even is, our relations with said nation have lately turned for the worse. And it's the fault of the neoconservatives; nothing new here.
To be perfectly clear, President Vladimir Putin (he has an English language website) has not been a perfect leader. He has a lot of blood on his hands, including the infamous alleged assassination of Alexander Litvinenko. However, he has accomplished much for Russia.

-He has given his country its first abortion restrictions and, taking into account Russia's suicidal 1.1 childbirth rate, has given many incentives to encourage larger families.
-Although some would find fault with his restoration of the Soviet Hammer and Sickle and National Anthem, they are clearly measures to bolster patriotism, much like the movement to fly the Stars and Bars below the Mason-Dixon.
-With his strong efforts against the Muslim Chechen rebels, he hasn't exactly been weak on terrorism.
-While Putin, Russia's first Christian ruler since Nicholas II [as an aside, I throw my weightless support behind Romanov restoration efforts], has had great relations with the [spineless] Catholic Church in Russia, Putin has allowed the courts to stop the Jehovah's Witnesses' missionary activity, and permitted Moscow authorities to stop a recent gay pride parade from happening.

Despite all of this, the Bush Administration has treated Russia with contempt. Before and during the invasion of Afghanistan, Putin even defied many nationalists, and did nothing to prevent these United States from establishing bases in former USSR member states. But since he opposed our attack on Iraq, US foreign policy has been downright hostile to Russia, whilst the Weekly Standard and other neoconservative outlets have spoken out against Putin out of concern for democracy. America's plan for missile "defense" placements in Eastern Europe, claimed to be for protection from a future Iranian threat, are obviously also intended to press US influence into Russia' s traditional and natural sphere.

First of all, we don't need a new Cold War. Russia would have been our ally against Islamic extremists, if only we hadn't pushed them into the bosom of Iran, China, and every other regional power which could counter our influence. Secondly, democracy is a means, not an end. Vladimir Putin's regime is better than those of France, Germany, Spain, Portugal, and our other dubious former allies (whom the Democrats are still enamored with), and is much less abusive of its people's liberties than those Saudi Arabia, and possibly even Israel's government. Finally, our policy is morally unjustifiable. We expect other countries to respect our Monroe doctrine, and yet we cause trouble within an area which has traditionally been monitored and watched over by Russia. Although they need to work on their details, the Democrats are right: we need to establish strong alliances with other world powers, and moderate our interventionism.

Pat Buchanan wrote a similarly opinioned column of late. I would have posted it first, but that would have given the impression that I'm just repeating his thoughts; my Mother Russia thoughts have been milling around my head for weeks.


[If anyone knows of a good, informative blog on Russian politics, please tell me of it]

This is a quiet day, wherein I have done nothing. Insofar as the blog, I can merely post this new poem, which seems typical to me.

The Day


I remember the walk through the green face
Of Northampton, immersed in the white dew
Of that June morn (I dreamt it was Anjou).
Your face, soft as ash from old Queen Anne's Lace
_____enlivened God's day.

Our wait for twelve was passed below that blue,
That sacred place of soft clouds of pollen.
All her flowers at their prime, among them you
Especially, I'd forgot you'd fallen
_____from infinity.







The rhyme scheme may be pitiful, but my poem, my rules. This work's virtue's are its accuracies. Never have I described the Athens of New England so well; it really is that pretty around this time of the year.

Having grown slothful, I report only now that I graduated on June 1, anno Domini MMVII. A most sublime day, I shall not ever forget it. I'll post several of the pictures my brother put on his cellular phone.




Me, all illuminated and triumphant.


Me and John Glenowicz, a cool, usually apolitical Catholic and a Republican. Known best for the time he rode a shopping cart down the hill into the athletic field. Yeah, back in Ms. Dostal's 6th grade English, he would write "creative writing" stories consisting of Poe's "The Raven" with a few altered words, and a transcript of the beginning of Donkey Kong 64 without her even noticing!

...me and Hannah Zimmerman, the littlest Republican. standing at just over 5', she's said only kind words in my time as her friend via Republican Club. A bit prone for embarrasment, she'll set off any Hot Jewish Girl Alert System.




Longtime friend, longtime foe Adam Bidwell, the self-described committed atheist liberal. In possibly the greatest showdown of the 3rd millenium, we jestfully hold the two figurines from his cap decoration: Jesus and the Dragon (el Diablo in my interpretation, Godzilla in his). READY TO RUMBLE!!!

The next day, to two parties didst I venture. Tame, Catholic-friendly, and no alcohol under 21. At my favorite of the two, I joked around with old friends and made a new one, I sure hope. Among all the host's non-school friends, one struck at my heart- a girl from Valley Christian School, whose figure rings of flower-skewed Valladolid balconies and air condition in the South American heat- even though she's a white Anglo. Yea, I have a tendency to embellish, but she deserves all that and more. As a friend asked what I was thinking about, I said
"About the blue infinity, first of all, and also of the green infinity," which the Christian dame overheard. After I received a goodbye hug from the content, modest damsel a half hour later, I said "To clarify, the blue infinity is the sky, which is so mercifully shielded from us. The green infinity is your eyes." After a second of recognition, she said, quite normally
"Really? I'm so flustered."
"Oh, well, I'm a poet."
"You certainly are a poet".
Chance of seeing la hottie chretienne again= negligible.

Speaking of poetry, this is my latest work, chock full of philosophy and Our Lady [last few lines only, to be sure]:

Sonnet LI

You, black-checkered dame, elaborated on
The day and night: the latter which you chose
By broken, trembling fiat, much to oppose
The God you know, though He to us upon
An unveiled, sunlit hour was not born.
In truth the twin vignettes of Time comprise
No absolutes. Those two squares were your eyes,
Dyed from communal cloaks which were self torn.
And though those stains still Justice will discern
The times to love and kill they will not say,
For no one's works are synchronized by day.
The Queen of Grace will always pleas concern.
Mary grant you, once you her works abet
Her lunatic altar, your coronet.

The logic and theology I made plain, but you'll never guess who and what it was actually about. The subject: an overdone response to Nelly Furtado's exceptional "Say It Right". When I first heard the song's lyrics, I was brought back to late Medieval or Renaissance Italy, midnight, whilst the mute musician/philosopher restated forced opinions on day and night, good and evil, whilst this Black Guelph arrived to show that those couplets are not one. Despite her critics (everyone but me), she's still a lovely singer, adjusted voice or not, and I believe that if someone who really cared about her would reach out their hand, she would accept deliverance and return to practice of her Faith. As a graduate, I am struck all the more by her words

In the day
In the night
Say it right
Say it all