10.2.12

St John Southworth

Father John Southworth was a Lancashireman whose family lived at Samlesbury Hall. They chose to pay heavy fines rather than give up their Catholic faith.

He was trained at the English College in Douai in northern France, and ordained a priest before returning to England on mission, 13 October, 1619. For performing the priestly duties of the Catholic faith, he was arrested, tried, convicted and imprisoned to await a sentence of death. Imprisoned first in Lancaster Castle, and afterwards in the Clink, London, from there he and fifteen other priests were, on 11 April, 1630, delivered to the French Ambassador (1) for transportation abroad and deported to France.

In 1636 once more he returned to England and lived in Clerkenwell, London, during a plague epidemic. He assisted and converted the sick in Westminster and was arrested again.

In 1637 he seems to have taken up his abode in Westminster, where he was arrested, 28 November, and again sent to the Gatehouse. From there he was again transferred to the Clink and in 1640 was brought before the Commissioners for Causes Ecclesiastical, who sent him back to the Clink on 24 June 1640.

On 16 July 1640 he was again liberated, but by 2 December 1640 he was once again in the Gatehouse. After his final apprehension he was tried at the Old Bailey, and as he insisted on pleading "guilty" to being a priest, he was reluctantly condemned by the Recorder of London, Serjeant Steel. His sentence was to be hanged, drawn and quartered.

He was allowed to make a long speech at the gallows, of which here is a portion: “Neither my coming into England, nor my practice in England, was to act anything against the secular government. I never acted or thought any hurt against the present Protector (Oliver Cromwell) I had only a care to do my own obligation and discharge my own duty in saving my own and other men’s souls. This Faith, is the faith for which I die, O Holy Cause! and not for any treason against the laws.” His remains were permitted to pass into the possession of the Duke of Norfolk's family, who had them sent to the English College at Douai.

The Spanish ambassador returned his corpse to Douai for burial. His corpse was sewn together and parboiled, to preserve it.

Following the French Revolution, his body was buried in an unmarked grave for its protection. The grave was discovered in 1927 and his remains were returned to England. They are now kept in the Chapel of St George and the English Martyrs in Westminster Cathedral in London. The above photo is St John Southworth clothed in a red chasuble as befits a martyr. His feast which is only celebrated in the Diocese of Westminster is 25 October.

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

Serendipity. I have no idea why I wrote this today, I was drawn to it.

(1) An interesting side note to this story is that it was during this time that Charles I was the king of England, whose wife Henrietta Maria the youngest daughter of Henry IV and Marie de'Medici. While Charles I, was not a Catholic, but his sons were, Charles II and James II.

“98 percent of Catholic women use contraceptives”

The other day I placed this post o the blog, today I present an answer from Vivicate written by Teófilo de Jesús.

Brethren, Peace and Good to you in Jesus Christ.

You’ve heard said repeatedly by mostly Democrat (and women) politicians: “98 percent of all Catholic women use contraceptives”. This is supposed to be enough justification to force Church-affiliated institutions to serve or fund contraceptives in opposition to the Church’s moral stance. Where did this number come from and what does it mean?

The “98 percent” number comes from a survey conducted by the Guttmacher Institute - the question asked was whether women ages 18-45 had EVER used contraceptives. So the stat means that 98% of Catholic women, by the age of 45, state that they have used some form of contraception on at least one occasion. This did not even attempt to make a distinction between one use, occasional use, or frequent use. It did not attempt to make a distinction between what someone may have done at one time in her life and what she does now, with what she has come to know and understand now. And it did not attempt to distinguish between what a woman may have done at least one time and what she believes is right or appropriate to try to live up to. It is not a useful number to quote but it is showing up all over the place recently.

Therefore, the number is a “flat” number and meaningless to the debate. Consider this, what about those women who use contraceptives to regularize their menses so that they can conceive? Then it would not be a proper contraceptive use, is it? Yet the survey doesn’t answer that.

However, for the sake of argument, let’s say that the number is true and accurate across categories and throughout time. What bearing should the “98 percent” have upon Catholic teaching and conscience? Answer: no bearing. Why? Because this is to argue ad populo, it’s good because everyone does it and that’s a fallacy. Let’s say that 98% of Americans cheat on their taxes. Would that make the cheating right? Should “Thou shall not steal” stricken from the Ten Commandments if everyone were to steal? Should moral truth be up for a vote?

Democrats politicians who push for this mandate, along with those Catholics who have compromised their consciences and also favor this mandate, don’t have to believe or accept the moral demands of the Catholic religion, or even like it.

What they need to understand is that the First Amendment guarantees freedom of religion which includes with it freedom of conscience – and not merely of “worship” like this disgraced Administration of ours paints it – and of association. Freedom of association doesn’t only mean that we are free to congregate in groups or gangs to have fun or to protest in mass demonstrations, but that we can form societies of mutual help, of commerce, and manufacture and that all we are free to shape these association according to the same values shaping our consciences, hence the formation of religious medical institutions in general and Catholic in particular.

There are signs that the Administration is beginning to backtrack on its attempted violation of our freedom of religion and association, the fact remains that their little exercise in tyranny should not have happened in the first place. This is not their first attempt, nor will it be their last, so we should remain vigilant now more than ever as their ilk will not rest until they muffle people of faith from meaningful participation in the public arena. More...


Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

9.2.12

A parallel in History

The Obama Administration's decision to mandate abortion and birth control at Catholic run medical facilities has caused several institutions to sue the HHS. Among these are Priests for Life, and EWTN.

Attacks against the True Church abound in history, Stephanie A. Mann shows us a connexion with the English reformation and the long battle between church and state.

...The Catholic martyrs chose to be absolutely true to their faith, certainly, and suffer the consequences of disobeying laws that made Catholic priesthood in England, aiding a Catholic priest in England, attending Catholic Mass in England, or becoming a Catholic in England all crimes punishable by death... more

Is this just another fakeout by the Obama administration? That is something so disgusting to Catholics that it would engender such an outcry as we are seeing now. Then in a supposed act of reconciliation abruptly do a change about in order to cement the Bishops alliagance to his election? Dear Bishops, it will be a lie. This year he has something to lose; the White House.

Obama is an Anti-Christ, you can not make a deal with the devil.

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

My perspective on the March for Life 2012

Greg and Tara, aka "The Big Family" Are a Roman Catholic family. They just exactly what they seem, salt and light. Below is a picture of them in 2010.


Tara and Greg are also Natural Family Planning Instructors.


By Tara K. E. Brelinsky

An action of small value performed with much love of God is far more excellent than one of a higher virtue, done with less love of God. -- St Francis de Sales

Several weeks ago, I was asking a friend if she intended to make the trip to DC for this year’s March for Life. She remarked that it had been years since she’d been able to go and then she pointed out that we’ve had more than one Republican president since Roe vs. Wade’s murderous agenda was instituted and yet there has been no note-worthy legal change attributed to our cries in the capital. She is right and she got me thinking. It has been two years since the Brelinskys made our first and only march on Washington in defense of the unborn, but honestly I wasn’t feeling the same overwhelming call to rise up and shine this January as I had two years ago. I suppose it was a mixture of worries that had me pushing the whole idea to the back of my mind. With money as scarce as it has been for us, how could we choose between food on the table and tickets for the bus ride? And yes, the question of why, why even bother when it seems those in power are not listening, was rolling around my head. Greg and I decided to forgo this year’s trip and simply focus on our daily struggles to witness to the value of life and family.

Nikolai then asked if he could represent us by paying his own way. That led Pierce to volunteer to fill-in as his brother’s keeper and purchase his own ticket as well. From day to day, I wonder which lessons I teach will actually stick and on this day I felt rewarded. So, I set about making arrangements and securing responsible adults, who would promise to protect my treasure. A few days later, we attended the local March for Life in Raleigh where we were greeted by dear, old friends from our former parish. During a conversation, they invited our boys aboard the St. James’ bus which had been paid for through fund raising efforts. Then, just as I was mulling over how to deliver and later retrieve the boys to Henderson, we received another invitation to join our parish family on the Our Lady of Perpetual Help bus. As Divine Providence had arranged, Greg was due a day off from work this month, so it seemed that we were getting a little push. Perhaps the Spirit had called us, but we were hard of hearing this year, so a push was necessary. While one child would have preferred to go sans parents, this was a mission for the whole family and God, Himself, had provided the means.

As it turns out, the bus had more empty seats to fill so we extended our hands, as well as installed the last bench seat in the van. We were joined by four more young men, ages 13-17, from our circle of home schooling friends. When you hear reports about our bleak future, don’t discount the power of the youth. How fitting it is that the daily readings for the week have been telling the stories of Samuel, who responded, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening” and David, who slew Goliath with a stone. Attending the March for Life, no one could doubt that the youth are listening and I believe the stone is in their hands.

The morning of the March began for Greg and I at 3 a.m. By 4:30, we had all seven of our ducks, plus the four on loan, in the van and ready to roll out. Once at church, we were met by warm, albeit sleepy, greetings.

We took our seats on the assigned bus #3 and then relaxed as we entrusted our faithful leaders and driver with the details of the day. In retrospect, today had a very different beginning than our previous trip which had us riding on the metro. We were a people in communion. Our first stop was the Basilica of the Immaculate Conception. For me, that stop was a bittersweet reminder of our last pilgrimage there. In April, Greg and I had knelt before the icon of Our Lady of Perpetual Help to offer up the intentions we’d carried and to beg for the life of our own unborn child, Matthew Titus, who would die a few months later. However, in that favorite place of mine, surrounded by the unmistakable presence of my Mother, I felt only peace on this day. Our day had a tight schedule, so we were only afforded a short hour before our bishop was to celebrate Mass. We steered our tiny crowd down to the Crypt Church and over to the confessionals. Pride, isn’t the right word, but I’m not sure what is when I describe the way I felt as a few of our young men chose freely to receive the great Sacrament of Penance without prompting. After my own Catholic school days, I avoided this Sacrament for many years because of my ignorance and shame, so it gives me great joy to see these children embrace God’s gift on their own accord.

After Holy Mass, it was back on the bus and on to the Navy Memorial where we joined in the March for Life with tens of thousands of fellow pro-lifers. At this point in the day, we were contending with light rain and cold temperatures. On the bus, I texted a few faithful friends and enlisted them to pray for an end to the rain, but Our Lord had other ideas. Truly, it wasn’t that terrible and our rain ponchos served us well. Perhaps, one might parallel that dripping, gray sky with heaven and the tears of its Queen as she weeps for her discarded children. If you can imagine it, our littlest pro-life warrior (3yo) managed to drift off to sleep in his stroller amidst the moving marchers with rain rolling down his over-sized poncho. Isn’t that the way it should be, too, little children should be able to sleep securely in a free country whether they be inside the womb of their mother or out.

It is an awesome sight to behold and one that can’t be accurately depicted by words, the number of people at the March for Life. From the ground, there seems to be no detectable beginning nor end. I would have liked very much to have shared the view of the construction workers, who watched the day from the scaffolds high above our heads. As a former journalism major, it angers me to know that each year this event is under-reported, so I didn’t bother to sift through yesterday’s headlines to see if any of the biased media outlets had even bothered to stuff a segment in between.

The energy was palpable in that crowd as there were young people on every side of us. They were carrying signs, donning stickers and chanting pro-life cheers. But even with all of this, it felt peaceful and safe. If I am truthful, I’d have to admit my household of seven children can at times seem more chaotic and noisy than it was in the center of that crowd. We were lucky enough to have our wonderful priest, Fr. Meares catch up alongside of us and begin to lead us in praying the rosary, but somehow I lost him and later I lost my rosary. I have lots of rosaries, but that one was a gift from Deacon John, so I was a little disappointed until Greg suggested that perhaps those beads have a new owner that needed them more.

We had been advised that there would be a graphic video of an abortion along the route, but we managed to navigate passed it without too much notice. However, not much further along the road we were confronted with the graphic, still images of aborted babies. The crowd seemed to slow down considerably, so there was no way to avoid those pictures, except by conscious choice. Sasha stared intently, as well did many others in the crowd. While it is very hard to view the horror of abortion, it is necessary to know the truth. The small group of pro-aborts that we’d face down later, hide behind (or are tricked by) lies like “it is just tissue” or “it is a choice.” As I’ve said before, our own little family has been blessed to have first-hand testimony to the truth. We have beheld the beauty in the tiny faces of two of our miscarried children, and there was no mistaking that they were individual people. I noticed that in those moments, as we passed those images, no one in the crowd made a sound. There was a silence.

We jumped out of line when we reached the Congressional Building, as we were invited into a small reception by our representative, Senator Richard Burr. Quite an interesting contrast (and quite like the metro excursion experience), as the workers in that building were less than charitable in offering aid or directional instructions to our rather sizeable crowd (the entire church crew that filled three buses). It isn’t reasonable to suggest that they simply didn’t see us fumbling around. Oh well, it is a reminder that each one of us is the face of Christ and we have a responsibility to live up to that vocation. Perhaps, next time I’m feeling ill or ornery, I’ll do a better job remembering to keep my attitude and actions in check.

From there we hurried to the Supreme Court, where we listened to the courageous witness of women, who have been scarred by abortions. The Silent No More campaign pulls back the curtain on abortion and reveals the lifelong pain that women, who choose abortion, endure. I could barely listen to their stories because of he overwhelming sadness I felt. Unable to run which is what I wanted to do, I busied myself, or more so my mind, so as not to “hear” them. I’m not suggesting this stop in the day was ill-conceived, only that I needed to rotect myself and prevent the tears which are all too often nowadays right below the surface. Interestingly, this is the stop that the evil one chose to target. Maybe that is in part why I unconsciously felt the need to flee, even if I could only do so in my thoughts. Yards away from these brave women was a small group of pro-aborts. Initially, Sasha quizzed me about the sign that they held which read, “Good women have abortions.”

Misunderstanding who they were, I tried to explain that women who’ve had abortions are not bad women. They, like all of us, are sinners and Jesus is waiting to forgive them and heal them. So here I was, trying to juggle my desire to run away from this place with the need to put together a thoughtful explanation for my 10 yo, when I realized I was in the enemy’s encampment. How stupid I felt when I realized what that sign meant to say.

Quickly, the others in our group, most specifically Greg and the boys, grasped the reality of what was going on and intervened. This crowd of about 30 had ample media attention and the photographer was positioned so close as to create an illusion of a larger crowd than there actually was. I witnessed this kind of journalistic trickery before at a political protest. Well, Greg, the children and a few other pro-lifers included themselves and their pro-life signs in the photograph, but not surprisingly they were not welcomed warmly. Reading online today, I discovered that we were not the first pro-lifers to be challenged by these anti-lifers that afternoon. There is an account of their disrupting a prayer vigil and screaming in the face of a child whose sign read, “I'm glad I was adopted and not murdered.” Thankfully, our crew made it out relatively unscathed and they managed to conduct themselves in a kindly manner. Greg later shared that he’d started to engage a pro- abort woman in conversation when he became acutely aware of the pain in her voice. On the ride home, he would tell Nikolai and a friend that she needed our prayers and our sympathy because she was suffering from her abortion, but she hasn’t yet come to terms with it and found forgiveness. While I would have liked to have avoided entering that lion’s den altogether, I was proud that my family had the strength and courage to rise up and shine in that moment.

The last stop was St. Peter’s Church, where we ditched in for a few minutes of rest and thanksgiving. We began the day with prayer and we ended the day with prayer. We must always keep our eyes on Christ. Like David, the tiny stone in our hands will only reach its proper target if God is the power behind it.

The day answered that why question that I’d pondered with my friend. Why go? Go because we must rise up and shine on behalf of the nearly 50 million babies that are missing in our country. Go because we must be witnesses to the truth, that abortion inflicts injuries on mothers and fathers that often last a lifetime. Go because we have a duty to form the consciences of our youth through our example.

Evil prefers darkness and we are called to be salt and light, so this year God provided us the means to radiate His presence on the streets of our capital. I pray that my children will one day live every day in the warmth of the Son and that they will know a day when all little ones, born and unborn, can sleep in peace and security in this world.

Greg & Tara
1 Dad + 1 Mama= our beloved children

Children are a gift from God to the whole world. To deny the blessing of a child in your life is to deny the whole world the gift of an eternal soul, who was created with a purpose that cannot be fulfilled by any other.

See what the media said...

Thanks to Tara and Greg.

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

British Pathe films, "Sinking of the Lusitania" (animated)



Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

7.2.12

World War One and unrestricted submarine warfare.


It was during the month of February 1915 that the German Empire declared a submarine blockade of Great Britain. Any ship approaching England is considered a legitimate target.

The U-boats sank hundreds of Allied merchant ships. However, submarines normally attack by stealth. This made it difficult to give warning before attacking a merchant ship or to rescue survivors. This resulted in many civilian deaths, especially when passenger ships were sunk. It also violated the Prize Rules of the Hague Convention. Furthermore, the U-boats also sank neutral ships in the blockade area, either intentionally or because identification was difficult from underwater.

A victim of this unrestricted submarine warfare in May of 1915 will be the RMS Lusitania with the loss of 1,198 civilians, including 128 American lives. This single incident will be the first of many "outrages' which will propel the United States into war in Europe in 1917.

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

Note: During the Second World War the United States and the allies utilized unrestricted submarine warfare against the Japanese Empire.

Last known WWI veteran Florence Green dies at 110

By DANICA KIRKA and JILL LAWLESS


LONDON (AP) — Florence Green never saw the front line. Her war was spent serving food, not dodging bullets.

But Green, who has died aged 110, was the last known surviving veteran of World War I. She was serving with the Women's Royal Air Force as a waitress at an air base in eastern England when the guns fell silent on Nov. 11, 1918.

It was not until 2010 that she was officially recognized as a veteran after a researcher found her service record in Britain's National Archives.

Green died Saturday at the Briar House Care Home in King's Lynn, eastern England, two weeks before her 111th birthday, the home said.

Retired Air Vice-Marshal Peter Dye, director-general of the RAF Museum, said it was fitting that the last survivor of the first global war was someone who had served on the home front.

"In a way, that the last veteran should be a lady and someone who served on the home front is something that reminds me that warfare is not confined to the trenches," Dye said.

"It reminds us of the Great War, and all warfare since then has been something that involved everyone. It's a collective experience ... Sadly, whether you are in New York, in London, or in Kandahar, warfare touches all of our lives."

She was born Florence Beatrice Patterson in London on Feb. 19, 1901, and joined the newly formed Women's Royal Air Force in September 1918 at the age of 17.

The service trained women to work as mechanics, drivers and in other jobs to free men for front-line duty. Green went to work as a steward in the officers' mess, first at the Narborough airdrome and then at RAF Marham in eastern England, and was serving there when the war ended.

Decades later, Green remembered her wartime service with affection.

"I met dozens of pilots and would go on dates," she said in an interview in 2008. "I had the opportunity to go up in one of the planes but I was scared of flying. I would work every hour God sent. But I had dozens of friends on the base and we had a great deal of fun in our spare time. In many ways, I had the time of my life."

After the war she stayed in the area, raising three children with her husband Bob Green.

Once her service record was rediscovered, the RAF embraced the centenarian veteran, marking her 110th birthday in February 2011 with a cake.

Asked what it was like to be 110, Green said "It's not much different to being 109."

She praised the officers she had served during the war as perfect gentlemen.

"It was very pleasant and they were lovely," she said. "Not a bit of bother. They kept us on our toes and there was no slacking."

A delegation from the air base had been due to visit Green on Feb. 19 to celebrate her 111th birthday.

"When we heard the news there was a palpable silence, because we all hoped she would make it," said Squadron Leader Paula Willmot.

RAF Marham's station commander, Group Captain David Cooper, said Green "will be sorely missed and our thoughts are now with her friends and family."

World War I — "the war to end all wars" — killed about 20 million people in four years of fighting between the Allied powers — including Britain, France and the United States — and Germany and its allies.

The last known soldier to have fought in the brutal trench warfare that has become the enduring image of the conflict was Britain's Harry Patch, who died in 2009 aged 111.

The last American veteran of the conflict was Frank Buckles of Charles Town, West Virginia, who drove ambulances in France for the U.S. Army. He died in February 2011.

The war's last known combatant, Royal Navy veteran Claude Choules, died in Australia in May.

There are no known French or German veterans of the war left alive.

After Choules' death, Green became the war's last known surviving service member, according to the Order of the First World War, a U.S.-based group that tracks veterans.

Andrew Holmes of the Gerontology Research Group, the researcher who found Green's service record, also said she was the last known survivor of the conflict — and the sixth oldest person in Britain.

Green's husband died in 1970. She is survived by two daughters, a son and several grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

The date of her funeral was not immediately known, but Willmot said air force personnel would attend, and the RAF Association would provide a bugler and a Union Jack to drape on the coffin

"It will be a real send-off for her," Willmot said.


The passing of the last known World War I combat Veteran marks the End of an Era.

The war to end all wars is finally over.

Eternal Rest Grant Unto Her Oh Lord.

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

What are liberal Catholycs saying about the Catholic Opposition to the HHS, an excerpt

Guest commentary: Catholic Church should stay out of fight over insuring birth control by Victoria Kovari

Left: This smug face belongs to Victoria Kovari who is lead organizer and policy director of the Michigan Organizing Collaborative and author of this poorly conceived(no pun) article.

...I was very discouraged at the level of outrage that this group of bishops has displayed about this ruling. I am a Catholic, go to Mass every week, serve on the Parish Council and am morally opposed to abortion. But when it comes to contraception, I am in a different camp — and I am not alone. Ninety-eight percent of Catholic women of reproductive age have used birth control, including me. So have my sisters, my nieces and almost every other Catholic woman I know...

This is a sophomoric argument. First you are not a Catholic. To be Catholic means that you believe everything the church believes and teaches not just with the things youagree with or which are easy. Just going to Mass does not make on a Catholic any more than going to a movie makes you an actor. It is unfortunate that you claim 98% of Catholic Women use contraception. This is a mortal sin(1) which you should have learned that in the Catholic High School you attended. That means you were not properly Cathecised. You, your sisters, your nieces and all the rest of the Catholic women you know are in peril of your souls. I enjoin you to repent. (Hmm, this 98% is 1 % less than the OWS crowd is using to define themselves. )

Every day we face decisions of conscience. We look for spiritual guidance to inform many important parts of our lives. But as a Catholic woman, I’d much rather see the Church exercise more of its moral leadership on issues that improve the quality of life for the millions of people in our state and around the world...

It is evident that you do not have a well formed conscience. As for quality of life that presumes there is a life doesn't it?

The rest of the article is here and here...

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

(1) Mortal sin: "Dictum vel factum vel concupitum contra legem æternam", A thought, word, or deed contrary to the eternal law. as defined by St. Augustine (Reply to Faustus XXII.27)

Blessed Thomas Sherwood, Wooldraper

Stephanie A. Mann has posted this timely bit on an obscure man who was martyred for the faith because he would not submit to the state. If I sound revolutionary, I am not; however, those like me who have observed the events in the past few weeks which have placed the the True Church and the government at cross paths may take especial note. I have borrowed this in it's entirety.

Thomas Sherwood was not a priest and he was not a religious. He had planned to study for the priesthood but had not yet carried out his plan when he was arrested.

He was by profession a wool draper and was associated with other Catholic families, in particular the family of Lady Tregonwell. The son of Lady Tregonwell turned him in to the authorities, who sent him to the Tower of London. There he was tortured in order to discover where he heard Mass, who the priest was who celebrated the Mass, and the names of other Catholics with whom he was associated.

St. Thomas More's son-in-law, William Roper, tried to send him money for medicine and food, but the officer at the Tower would not permit money to be spent on anything but clean straw for him to sleep on. Blessed Thomas Sherwood was twenty-seven years old at the time of his arrest, and his brother wrote an account of his sufferings and martyrdom. We also possess the directions given to the lieutenant of the Tower from the privy council, ordering him to obtain information from Thomas Sherwood on the rack. After his execution, his mother was arrested and put in prison, where she died fourteen years later.

During his terrible sufferings, all that he said was: "Lord Jesus, I am not worthy to suffer for thee, much less to receive those rewards which thou hast promised to those who confess thee." Three weeks after his death, his death was recorded in the daybook of Douay College, where he had been expected: "On the first of March, Mr. Lowe returned to us from England bringing news that a youth, by name Thomas Sherwood, had suffered for his confession of the Catholic Faith, not only by imprisonment, but by death itself."

He was executed on February 7, 1578--hung, drawn, and quartered because he denied the Royal Supremacy of Elizabeth I, an act of treason according to
the State.

Supremacy and Survival: The English Reformation

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

Blessed Thomas martyr for the faith pray for us.

Bishop Calls Public School Monopoly A Product of American Totalitarianism

(CNSNews.com) – The Catholic bishop of Harrisburg, Pa., has apologized for offending anyone with his recent comments that Hitler and Mussolini “would love” the public school system in Pennsylvania, because it is similar to what they sought to create in their totalitarian states.

But in a statement issued by the diocese of Harrisburg, Bishop Joseph McFadden did not retract comments he made during an interview on Jan. 24 with WHTM-TV, the ABC affiliate in Harrisburg...

full story and video here
THE CATHOLIC KNIGHT: The good bishop is right, and the ADL needs to BACK OFF. As far as I'm concerned, they lost all credibility years ago. What the bishop said is true. America's public schools are a government-run education MONOPOLY. It's a monopoly that must be broken up. It breeds corruption, greed, laziness and injustice. I can't even begin to tell you all of the horror stories I hear from parents who send their children to America's public schools. Bring in the vouchers and give it directly to the parents as reimbursement for tuition paid. This way it keeps the government out of the Catholic schools, and forces it to deal with the child's family instead -- which is the child's primary caregiver and educator anyway.

I propose a challenge to any state in the Union, and I dare you to say it won't work. I propose the state enact a law, that simply says if a parent chooses to send a child to a religious school, private school or accredited home school program, than HALF of the money that would have gone to the public school for that child will still go to the same public school, while the other half will go directly to the parents in the form of reimbursement for tuition paid. In other words, all the parent has to do is present the receipts, and the state will pay for them all, up to half of the money that would have been given to public school had the child attended there. Since most religious schools are able to educate students for approximately half the money it takes in a public school, this should be enough to cover all (or most) of the tuition for a religious school. Meanwhile, the other half of the money goes to the said public school. This way EVERYBODY WINS. The parents get some much-needed financial help in exchange for the tax dollars they are already paying into the system, while the public school gets more money to educate with and less students to deal with.

Yes, it is a perfectly fair and reasonable proposal, but I predict neither the government nor the teachers' unions will support it. Why? It's simple really. If the public school system were really about educating our children, than they would accept this above proposal in a heartbeat. However, it's not really about education now is it. From the government's perspective, it's about indoctrination, making sure the overwhelming majority of future American citizens are taught exactly what the government wants them to know, and not what the government doesn't want them to know. From the teachers unions perspective, it's about keeping the racket going for the sake of teachers and their unions. They want to insure a maximum amount of revenue coming into the schools and class size or effectiveness doesn't really matter. You see a teacher gets paid the same no matter how many students can't read, write or do simple arithmetic. That pay keeps the union dues current. That's all that matters folks. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE! Listen to the good bishop in the story above.


from Catholic Knight Blog

Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

My parents sent my brother and I to Catholic Schools; they scrimped and saved, cut back on all manner of things to do this. My sister went to a Catholic girls High School. They never recieved a voucher. How nice it would have been for them if the taxes they had paid for my education actually paid for my education.

6.2.12

When educators indoctrinate instead of teach.



Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

You must remember that these are government school kids, not home schooled or parochial. Their social skills are great, but they appear to be geographically and civically challenged.

A City's Soul in the Balance

Marie-Elena provided this link:

Sometimes I can glimpse what it must have been like to be in Rome during the first years of legalized Christianity, when the pagans were desperately fighting the oncoming tide of conversion (a win for the Christians,) or in Paris during the Enlightenment when the secularists were mounting the offense against an established Church (things went badly for the Church on that one). Today it feels like another epic battle is raging over the soul of yet another city, and, as in the case of Paris and Rome, the result will have implications for the world.

The New York skirmishes and victories range from the sublime to the ridiculous. And while the political arena may seem to be the best place to watch the battle for America's soul, I was actually more struck by stories from the contemporary Colosseum: the entertainment world. Amid the theaters and sound stages of New York, I saw innocents thrown to the lions of dance and music, the emergence of a new Ben Hur, and a quiet witness that has prayerfully watched the comings and goings for decades.


Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny

E.R. II


The Queens Diamond Jubilee.


Jhesu+Marie,
Brantigny