Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Monday, September 29, 2014

Catlick humer

On a very English Catholic blog I sometimes read, the owner just blocked a commentor who was persistent in not following his rules. (Not me, btw. I only read there, never comment.) At the end of his expulsory proclamation, he added this note:
I don't know who you are, but I hope that one day, should I and you make it there, we shall merrily meet in Heaven, where I'll be more patient and charitable and you'll be less annoying.
Not bad.

And for those of you not steeped in Catholick lore, the phrase "we shall meet merrily in Heaven" is a quote from St Thomas More's letter to his daughter Meg, written from the Tower just before his death at the hands of his former pal, King Henry.


Saturday, September 27, 2014


No, alas, I have not won the lottery. But Ex Cathedra has recorded over 1,000,000 hits since 2006. Over 80,000 just this past month; a huge leap, a doubling in fact, from previous trends. No idea why.

Of course, these are not human readers. Too bad! My guess is that maybe a couple dozen actual humans read me. I rarely get non-spam comments.

With over 4500 posts in the last 8 years, ExC is a long train. And the various bots in cyberspace hit these all the time, leaving hundreds of "anonymous" spam comments each day. Blogger counts every hit.

The upside of this obscurity is that I can sometimes write offensive things without having to worry about being attacked by SJWs (Social Justice Warriors) and all the other human detritus of the current regime.

And believe me, the offensive things I write pale in comparison to the offensive things I would like to write.

Have a nice day.


Saturday, September 20, 2014

A happy respite from Western decline

architectural rhythm, proportion, balance, mass, structure, counterpoint...

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Micro moments

Got sent a trailer for an independent flick about a group of men spending a weekend together: old love ending, new love beginning.

Images reminded me of what a broken heart feels like. Worse than death, if I recall...makes death attractive, as a matter of fact.

But images also reminded me of the first time I wrapped up Mr B in my arms and kissed him. In my living room, three feet away from where I am typing this.  Felt as if God had made him the perfect fit.

He turns 60 this week. He still takes my breath away.

And makes it easy to believe in God.


Quotable Mr Donovan

 "Feminism is the perfect expression of a female political sensibility. Its truth is whatever it wants to be, depending on what it wants, and what kind of mood it is in, and how it feels, and who it is talking to. It moves goal posts because it can."


Wednesday, September 03, 2014

the DisUnited States of Insanity

Vox Popoli: Government against the citizenry:

Govt fines US company for treating non-citizens differently from citizens.

'via Blog this'

Star Drek, continued and continued

Although I enjoy the plotlines of Star Trek Next Generation, I find StarTrek morality pathetic and contemptible and incoherent. And priggish and fake. Oh, and despicable and deluded.

The episode where Worf becomes paralyzed and wants to commit Klingon suicide, "Ethics", brings out all the hysterical dogmatic hypocrisy of the supposedly Other-respecting ethos when one of its pet cultural norms is violated.

Or the opprobrium visited on a mother who killed off the murderous Crystalline Entity because she acted out of "vengenance" vs the un-remarked ease with which Beverly Crusher offed the wholly benign "anaphasic lover" that gave her grandmother so much happiness.

As well, the whole series projects onto other species the same kinds of stereotypes that the writers would be screaming in horror about were they projected onto other races within the species Homo sapiens. 


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