Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Must try harder.

This blog is becoming more and more of a commonplace book, a place where I can record my far from original thoughts, and find them again.

The 'real world' has become so insane that it is difficult to grapple with it.

I really must try harder.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Burns's Prayer in the Prospect of Death


Hardly good Catholic theology to blame God for one's sins and weaknesses, but a touching 
poem.


O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
      Of all my hope and fear,
    In whose dread presence, ere an hour
      Perhaps I must appear!

    If I have wander'd in those paths
      Of life I ought to shun;
    As something, loudly, in my breast,
      Remonstrates I have done;

    Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me,
      With passions wild and strong;
    And list'ning to their witching voice
      Has often led me wrong.

    Where human weakness has come short,
      Or frailty stept aside,
    Do Thou, All-Good! for such thou art,
      In shades of darkness hide.

    Where with intention I have err'd,
      No other plea I have,
    But, Thou art good; and goodness still
      Delighteth to forgive.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Bigotry! Bigotry! Quackety Quack!


You won’t like this – not at all!

How often, if you speak out against homosexualism (no, not homosexuality) or any other pressure-group, do you hear the duckspeak: Some of my best friends are……….

No! No! No!

I have no friends whom I know to be actively homosexual;.
whom I know to be rich. I am poorish, and do not like the rich;
whom I know to be deep ecologists. They are mad;
whom I know to be in favour of abortion – need I explain why?

I have no friends whom I know to be religious Jews, only because religious Jews choose their friends from among their co-religionists. Does that make them bigots, speaking duckspeakfully? I think not.

I had a friend, who was a Jew and I think privately a Chasidic Jew, though he dressed like an Englishman. We were in business together and every week he would invite me and a couple of other Catholics to a debating society which met weekly in the Bloomsbury Hotel. It sounded very boring, and too much like school, so I always pleaded the need to go home to my family. Later it emerged that the society was Jewish and seeking converts. Had I known I would certainly have gone for the chance to learn, question, and argue. I approve totally of missionary activity.

I guess he was a bigot, too, because he was devoutly religious, a family man, and would never have accepted that the Messiah has already come. His reasons were, for him, rational.

I had a number of Muslim Arab friends when I worked in the End of London. One, the chef at my favourite restaurant, was called Ossama. They were witty (in English, too. I know no Arabic), clever, well educated, and knew far more about European history that the average English person. They also were out, sometimes very subtly, sometimes openly, to bring in converts. Good for them! I did my best to present Catholicism to them, but without success.

One of them told me that Allah would forgive me if I killed my father, mother, brother, or sister, but not if I continued to say that He had a Son. Very bigoted, but for him, rational.

I am choosy about my friends – and enemies, for I, too, am duckspeakingly a bigot.

A bigot is someone who knows or thinks he has the truth. He then acts in accordance with it.

To be Catholic is to believe that only Christ saves, and that he does so through His Church, whether the person to be saved is Catholic or not. That is what I understand to be the truth of “no Salvation outside the Church”.

Unacceptable bigotry!

Quack! Quack!







Saturday, September 15, 2012

Justifiable Abortion?

Proposition, of which I am unconvinced: God sees all time, past, present, and future, as now. The future, therefore, already exists. The child in the womb is already guilty of whatever sins and crimes he or she will later commit.

If this were true, and if a method of travelling in time existed, would it be morally justifiable to visit the past in order, with or without risk to one's own safety, to kill or abort in the womb a future evil-doer, tyrant, or murderer, and so save millions of innocent lives, or even one innocent life?

And thus save the soul of the person killed?

And would you do it?

Friday, September 14, 2012

Rambo-footer is contrite

In my last piece, Rambo-footer regrettably neglected to take out the Ottoman empire in 1450. Performing this agreeable duty would have prevented the fall of Constantinople, the consequent advance of that empire into south-eastern Europe, and the Balkan atrocities.

Rambo-footer also forgot to nuke Sweden in the 1640s, in order to prevent that country from invading and ruining Poland and desecrating the Black Madonna.


He also omitted to take out Berlin, Moscow, and Vienna in 1770. Their destruction would have prevented the 123 year long partition of Poland.


I have confiscated his knives, guns, headband, scowl, and false chest. He is very contrite. He says also that he is a bit tired.


I have promised to return his toys, and give him use of my time-machine. He has in turn promised to visit the sick Byron in Missolonghi and give him medication to save his life and ensure further poetry;  to liquidate all British 19th century anti Irish Emancipation and Independence M.P.s; to zap Disraeli and all his governments, (enabling Gladstone to do something about a rapprochement with Holy Russia; to prevent the worst excesses of the French Revolution); and to bump off H.G.Wells, Margaret Sanger, Marie Stopes, D.H.Lawrence, W.H. Ordure, and a few others.


Bless him!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Rambo-footer on the rampage

Time has always fascinated me, history only more recently. Some time ago I wrote a piece about time, and whether God can know the future which as yet is not. The question for me is like the piece of foolishness about whether He can create a stone so big that He cannot lift it.

Fascinating also is the idea of a time-machine: what uses it could be put to, and what the effects would be on the individual travelling back in time. If I you went back to 1600, for example, would you still be you, or would you on arrival be a bit of every one of your n thousand ancestors and the animals and plants they had eaten?

Interesting.

As to the uses time travel could be put to, I am in no doubt as to what I would do (stepping into fantasy land here, but why not?).

Armed Rambo-like with fearsome knives and firearms, and carrying a large supply of nuclear weapons on my Good Timeship Rectifier, I would head first for 5th century B.C. Persia and nuke it. Periclean Athens would have been saved. 

Babylon before the Jewish captivity - flat, black, and glowing in the dark, ditto Egypt of the Pharaohs, Rome in the days of its empire, the Anglo-Saxon homeland (keeping Britain Celtic) and the Vikings, who were a European plague and, as Normans, invaded Britain in 1066.

The Arabs would never have got to Spain, nor the Saracens to the Middle East. 18th Century Barbary pirates? Kaboom!

"Reformation"? Armed to the teeth, Rambo-footer would take care of Wycliffe, Luther, Huss, Henry VIII and succeeding Tudors.

Cromwell probably would have remained a nobody, but if not, Zapp - he's gone.

London and Liverpool nuked, probably several times to put and end to the slave trade, and Germany in 1800, so Napoleon could win and liberate Ireland, Scotland, and Poland.

Prussia nuked in 1869 (no Franco-Prussian war) and again in 1880 to get rid of the whole vile racist apparatus of Bismark and Falk.

Depending on the results of the previous actions, I might need to take out Marx, Engels, and a bunch of dingy fin-de-siecle anarchists.

Lenin, Stalin, Trotsky, the Frankfurt School, Beria, and a few others whose names escape me, impaled on the Kremlin spires. No 1917 revolution. Hitler, or Germany, or both, rubbed out before they started killing anybody.

Have I missed anyone?


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And on my return to Now, what would I find? Everyone speaking Gaelic, Greek, or Slavonic? No Latinate languages? No English? No Gothic architecture?

As I said, interesting.

And what would you do with your time-machine?






Imagine



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I want you to imagine.

You live in the town where you were born, where you have family and friends, where everything is familiar. One of your friends or family is getting married, and you put on your best clothes, pick up the flowers you have bought, and catch a bus to the Church.


Or you are on your way to or from work, looking forward to a coffee  and a day or an evening with people you know and like - or perhaps love.


Or you are on your way to fetch children from school.


And then comes łapanka - the round-up. You are living somewhere in Central or Eastern Europe at some time between 1939 and 1945 and the German army is arresting hostages - anyone who is available. The hostages, normally between 50 to 100 of them for each German allegedly killed, will be driven to the forest and shot. Suddenly your life is over. There will be no Priest to confess to.


The wedding party will wonder where you are. They will find out, because the Germans will post on walls and telegraph poles a list of names of those they have murdered.


You will never work or see your loved-ones again.


Your children will wait and wait at the school. They will have to grow up without you.





And you stand in a queue, waiting to get on the bus or lorry which will take you the forest to be shot, like the two ladies to the left and right foreground, in your best clothes.


Thinking about it brings me to tears.


And prayers.



MAY WHOEVER READS THIS SPARE A PRAYER FOR THEIR SOULS AND FOR THEIR FAMILIES STILL LIVING.







Two wrongs don't make a right?

As every would-be wiseacre and cracker-barrel philosopher knows, two wrongs don't make a right.

Phooey! The second one is justice and retribution, and therefore not a 'wrong'.

Injuries done to me I must forgive, not because the state says so and not because some psychologist says that resentment is bad for my psyche, but because it is my Christian duty.

But unpunished, unavenged wrongs inflicted on the innocent I cannot forgive, particularly when the perpetrator tries to justify them, or claims that he has "paid his debt to 'society'", whatever 'society' may be.

To forgive such without adequate retribution is to insult the wronged.





The Soldiers of Westerplatte by Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński

The first battle of the Second World War took place at Westerplatte, near Gdańsk, September the first, 1939, and this poem commemorates the Polish soldiers who died (some were murdered by the Germans after capture) defending their country from barbarism.

They are in my prayers.

My translation, inadequate as always:


A Song About the Soldiers at Westerplatte

When their days had been fulfilled
And it was time to die with the summer
Straight to heaven, four by four,
Went the soldiers of Westerplatte 

And the summer was beautiful that year.

And so they sang – Ah it’s nothing
That the wounds hurt so 
For how sweet now to walk
In heavenly glades.

And on the ground that year, there was so much heather for bouquets.

At Gdańsk we stood just like a wall
Whistled at the Swabian cannon
Now we rise amongst the clouds
The soldiers of Westerplatte

And those who have good eyesight
And hearing are said to hear
How in Heaven, rumbles the steady tread
Of the coastal battalion.

But when the cold wind blows
And sorrow wraps the world
In the centre of Warsaw we will pour down,
The soldiers of Westerplatte.


Ruins of Westerplatte Barracks. Photo: Wikipedia



Is it OK to say this?


Is it 'racist', or a ‘hate crime’ to say that

·  .       Racial or national characteristics exist?

·    .     The Jews are the Chosen People of God?

·    .     Arabs, Jews, Slavs, Chinese, and Japanese are clever?

·     .    Slavs can hold their liquor better than most other people?

·     .    Scots are more articulate than the English?

·  .       Scots are mean?

·  .      Polish Highlanders are mean?

·  .      The Welsh sing better (or used to) than the English?

·  .       Celtic music is mostly much better than English?

·  .       French, Spanish, Italian, Greek, and Lithuanian food are all better than English?

·  .       The English cannot cook?

·  .       Mohawk or Iroquois Native Americans have a better head for heights than Anglo Saxon   Americans, as witness their building of skyscrapers?

·  .       Black American Jazz and Blues players and singers in the 20th century had genius far beyond their white counterparts?

·  .        Devonians tend to be fat (Devonshire dumplings)?

·  .        Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes?

·  .        Red haired people, of whom I was one, have short tempers?

·  .        And so on, ad nauseum..

I just asked.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The master-race at work

I have met a few Germans, young and old.

A protestant German cousin, now dead, when I was her guest sometime in 1963, switched off the television in front of me when a performance by Yehudi Menuhin was announced, saying, "I will not have Jews in my house." She was angry, too, that a Jew had bought the house opposite hers. Her vitriolic anti-Jewishness was non-stop.

The German Ambassador, at a Conservative Party German Euro Evening function in London, when someone remarked that we had too many chairs round the table, merrily quipped,

"Line them up against the wall! After all this is a German evening."

Sensitive fellow. There was at least one Jew, and a Polish refugee present.

A young German male, aged about 30 and working as an executive in a Polish company, told me seven years ago, "The word 'Slav' is derived from 'slave', because Slavs are the natural slaves of the teutonic races." I corrected him, in charity, pointing out that 'Slav" is derived from a Slavonic word cognate with 'sławny' - 'famous'. He did not seem impressed.

It is worth Googling Erika Steinbach, about whom more later.

In what was once Communist Germany, neo-nazism is now reportedly rife, and non-Germans who work there need to be careful at night.

These pictures, I think, speak for themselves. I shall perhaps add more later, in a further post with some explanatory text, when I feel able. It is worth pointing out that they were taken by German soldiers.

As for those depicted, dead or about to die, some of whose Polish contemporaries, a mere 15 years older than I, are my friends, I daily offer prayers. Perhaps you will, too, not only for Poles, but for all those who, in some of our lifetimes or earlier, were torn unprepared from their daily lives and murdered. 


German soldiers on 1st September 1939 in Gdańsk, happily demolishing a Polish barrier.


German soldiers and the Polish farmers they have murdered. R.I.P.


Polish civilian hostages, selected at random, women included, boarding a bus at gunpoint, to be driven away to be murdered in the forest. Perhaps they are disembarking. They may have been shopping, waiting for a bus, at Mass, at a wedding. They were arrested, driven to the forest, and shot, (R.I.P.) 100 for every German killed.

Murder of Polish Hostages R.I.P.


The master-race: 'selbstschutz' leaders in Bydgoszcz


Murder of Zoya_Kosmodemyanskaya R.I.P.


Two teenage Jews, brother and sister are hanged in Lithuania. R.I.P.


Murder of Masha Bruskina R.I.P.


Hanging of Soviet Partisans R.I.P.


Street execution of Poles in Łodż R.I.P.


Polish teachers being led to execution at Dolina Śmierci (the Valley of Death) R.I.P.




Found on Wikipedia, the photographs are, I believe, in the public domain.


The gas chamber at Sztutuowo, disguised as showers, so the condemned would not make a fuss.



The following is well documented


Central Commission for Investigation of German Crimes in Poland. Excerpts from: German Crimes in Poland. Howard Fertig, New York, 1982.
II. Crimes at the Radium Institute Hospital
Record No. 45 / II
Between ten and eleven o’clock on the morning of August 5, 1944, numerous military formations were seen approaching from the direction of the houses of Wawelska Street. Soon afterwards about a hundred soldiers in German uniforms, belonging to Vlassov’s detachment (ROA), rushed into the building of the Radium Institute, shouting and shooting at random.
That gang of drunken soldiers, having first secured the exits, began searching and plundering. There were at the time about 90 patients and 80 members of the staff with their families in the building. They were robbed by the soldiers of all their jewels, watches, and money and even of such trifles as fountain-pens, automatic lighters, or pocket mirrors. The fact that the institution was a hospital, which was explained to the soldiers and was in any case obvious owing to the presence of the patients and the staff in their white coats, left the soldiers indifferent.
After having been robbed, the whole staff were driven by threat of machine-gun-fire into the hospital garden, where the stage was set for an execution.
Amid insulting and threatening shouts and shots fired in all directions, the victims were lined up in rows of three and forbidden to look round; and then an order was given to set up machine guns in their rear.
The husband of one of the patients, who slightly transgressed against the above-mentioned order, was killed on the spot by a revolver shot.
The whole party were then led in this order from the hospital garden across the Mokotow field and along streets in which lay dead bodies with skulls split open, to a camp at 'Zieleniak'. There they were kept for four days and nights in the open air, without food or water. Time and again women were assaulted, dragged out and violated by the drunken soldiers. Some of the Staff of the Institute were then transported via Pruszkow to Germany. Others succeeded in escaping from the transport and stayed in the vicinity of Warsaw.
We must here mention the fact that when the Hospital Staff were taken straight from their work, dressed very lightly, mostly in their white coats, they were not allowed to take anything with them, and if anybody happened to be carrying a parcel oar a small suitcase, it was immediately taken from him.
About 90 patients confined to bed remained in the hospital, and 9 members of the staff had hidden in the chimney flues, and thus avoided expulsion.
That same day the plundering and demolishing of the buildings was begun. Doors were broken down, stores, cupboards, safes and suitcases were broken open, and glass was smashed. All the mattresses, pillows, blankets, and linen were ripped up and thrown about in the corridors and wards of the hospital. The ether and spirits were drunk and the store-rooms emptied.
More valuable things (clothing, linen, dresses, or silver) were stolen or thrown out of the windows and destroyed. Female patients were assaulted and violated.
On the next day, August 6, 1944, the barbarity of the drunken soldiers reached its climax. Some of the seriously sick and wounded, lying on the ground floor (about 15 in number), were killed with revolver shots, after which their mattresses were set on fire under their dead bodies. As not all the shots hit their mark, and those that did were not always fatal, some women who were too weak and ill to move were burnt alive. Only one of them, although badly burned and very weak, dragged herself out of bed and crawling on all fours escaped immediate death.
While these atrocities were going on, petrol was poured on the floors and the Institute was set on fire, all the exits having first been covered by machine-guns. In spite of this three women (an X-ray assistant, a nurse and a patient) managed to slip out of the building. Two of them were caught, and after having been violated many times by the soldiers were brutally murdered. Their common grave has been found in the hospital garden, where they were buried by those who were forced to dig trenches.
The remaining patients, on the upper floors, over 70 in number, and seven members of the staff who had managed to hide themselves, remained in the burning building, making desperate efforts to find some place where they could hold out against the suffocating smoke and burning heat of the fire. That day the unfortunate victims saved their lives for the moment, thanks to the fact that the Institute was burning comparatively slowly, owing to the absence of any great quantity of inflammable material and to the existence of fire-proof parquet floors. But later all the patients and one nurse were killed.
No less terrible were the scenes which took place in the science building of the Institute. It is true that the inmates were taken to the 'Zieleniak' camp, but the building was set on fire and the people from the adjacent building (belonging to the Navy) were brought there. The women and children were separated from the men, who were driven into the burning building under the threat of machine-gun-fire. In this way eleven men perished in the presence of their families.
After committing these revolting atrocities, the soldiers left the Institute for a while. The 70 patients and the 7 members of the staff still remained in the building. The nurses stealthily cooked hot food for the patients at night and looked after them. Between August 6 and 9 Vlassov’s men returned from time to time to the hospital, and took away girls of 13 or 14, whom they violated and then killed in the garden. They repeatedly carried out executions in the grounds of the Institute, after driving their victims to the spot from the city, and sometimes they set fire to the building again.
Meanwhile the German soldiers also came with cans and carried away all the valuable objects from the hospital, such as X-ray apparatus, laboratory outfits, or furniture.
When begged by members of the staff still remaining in the building to transfer them to a safer place, they answered that they could not do so.
On August 19, Vlassov’s men came back again and the final destruction of the Hospital began. The few members of the staff were ordered to leave the Institute and to take out all the patients. Among the latter were three women very seriously ill, who could not even walk. One of them was carried out into the garden by a woman member of the staff, who however, did not succeed in saving the other two, for a soldier rushed up and shot them, and then poured petrol over their bodies, which he set on fire. One of them was the woman mentioned above, who on August 8 had crawled from her burning bed and so saved her life — but only for a fortnight.
When everybody had left, the building was set on fire: 2 members of the staff had not obeyed the order and were still hiding in a chimney.
When the soldiers noticed in the procession a very sick woman, staggering and helped along by the others (it was the one who had been carried out by a member of the staff), they ordered her to be laid down near the wall of 19, Wawelska Street, where one of them shot her, and then set fire to the body.
In the 'Zieleniak' camp only 4 members of the Staff survived. The remainder, about 70 patients and one nurse, were drawn up three deep, and marched into the Health Centre Building, where an officer was waiting for them and shot them through the head. Their dead bodies, — indeed probably some were still alive — were piled up in the execution room, sprinkled with petrol, and set on fire. In this way, all the patients at the Radium Institute were massacred.
Of the 9 members of the staff who remained in the building after August 5, 1944, two nurses were murdered (one of them after having been violated many times), one woman employee escaped from the burning building and was saved, four were taken to the "Zieleniak', and two stayed hidden in the chimney flues for a couple of months. They left as late as October 1944. In this report of indescribable German atrocities, the following two points should be stressed: 1) that the inmates of the Radium Institute had not by their behaviour given any cause whatever for reprisals, 2) that the terrible crimes perpetrated by Vlassov’s men were carried out by order of the German authorities to whom they were subordinated, and who knew of their barbarity.
That the action was planned and premeditated by the German commanding is proved also by the following circumstances: 1) that Vlassov’s men were purposely given drink before marching on the city, 2) that one of the murderers stated on August 5 in the Institute: "The building won’t be burnt to-day, for we haven’t any orders yet", and 3) that the German Chief of Hospital and Ambulance Services in the Warsaw sector, Captain Borman, declared to a doctor, who begged him to intervene in the matter of the Radium Institute: "It is of no importance if several old women with cancer perish — the most important thing is to win the war."



How to lose readers


Easy!

Tell them what they don't want to hear.

Roosevelt and Stalin agreed on 50,000 to 100,000 Executions of Germans - Churchill: We are not butchers.


I count myself a reasonable man, being thus endowed by my Maker. When, at the age of 7, I was converted by my grandfather to atheism, I realized very quickly that, if there were no God, love and pleasure were all that there was.

The same grandfather, a good man though lost, told me stories of his Great War experiences. Gassed, minus one lung, and wounded, he was invalided back to England where, while enjoying a quiet drink in a pub, he was handed a white feather (an accusation of cowardice and dereliction of patriotic duty), by some upper-class female.

I quickly decided that, in the absence of an afterlife, patriotism and heroism were not for me, and that my first duty, to myself, the only being with any certainty of reality, was to stay alive and be as comfortable and as happy as possible.

With so much to live for (ice cream, toffee, Dinky toys, and Winnie-the-Pooh) what was there to die for?

Later, in the early nineteen-fifties, by which time I had reverted to Christianity, there were conversations, with teachers and neighbours like this:

Adult: Mark my words! Germany is on the way up again, and soon it’ll be your turn to fight them.

Me: After two wars in one century, why didn’t we just wipe the Germans out?

Adult: Civilized people just don’t behave like that.

Me: Were the Germans civilized?

Adult: Two wrongs don’t make a right.

Me: I’m a pacifist. (A lie: I had no objection to killing, only to being killed at the whim of some fool. I still have the same objection. I have work to do.)

Adult: “You’ll join up and fight when you get your call-up papers. That’s all there is to it.”

I was due for National Service when I was 18, or finished University. Fortunately its abolition freed me from the necessity of a tribunal, possibly followed by prison.

At the Yalta conference, Stalin memorably called for 50,000 to 100,000 executions of Germans of senior rank. When Churchill demurred, saying, “We are not butchers,” Roosevelt suggested 49,000, and proposed a toast to that number.

For once I found myself largely in agreement with both the President and the Great Teacher, but consider the numbers proposed to be quite insufficient. 

I have no objection in principle to butchery of the guilty, and for me, due punishment of cruelty inflicted on human beings should, to adapt the American phrase, be cruel and usual, the cruelty of the penalty to be proportionate to the cruelty of the wicked act.

I am undoubtedly cruel and unusual.

Redneck Reflections - "Let the Chips Fall"

Redneck Reflections has a powerful piece here , expressing his anger at the state of the Church in the USA, which seems remarkably similar to the state of the Church in the UK and much of Europe.

Steadfast Catholics must hang on. God does not fail.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Felix Randal - Thanks, Mike!

Felix Randal


Gerard Manley Hopkins
Felix Randal the farrier, O is he dead then? my duty all ended,
Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome
Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it, and some
Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?


Sickness broke him. Impatient, he cursed at first, but mended
Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began some
Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom
Tendered to him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he offended!


This seeing the sick endears them to us, us too it endears.
My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,
Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;


How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal!

Not Feeling Very Controversial, so Something Beautiful...

I was out in the garden I share with my neighbour and landlord on Friday. On the south side is one of two fields he owns and lets off to local farmers.

A man and his horse were harrowing the recently reaped ground. It was a beautiful, not merely picturesque, sight. The horse, on a slack rope, responded to the man's voice, and the two worked in perfect harmony.

They were at it perhaps for only 20 minutes, and it seems that the man in the pictures is a bus-driver, and the working horse only a hobby. But I have seen plenty of horses working in Poland, and like this one, clearly enjoying themselves.