In case you didn’t get your fill of the atom bomb debate when the Hiroshima and Nagasaki anniversaries rolled around, I’m posting a comment exchange between my friend Zippy and the author of an article at Crisis called “Combatants, Non-Combatants, and Double Effect.” I may not have captured all of the back and forth because I haven’t been back in a couple of days. But this should give a glimpse of what a genuine massacre looks like.
Intentional murder of the innocent is about the worst thing one can be guilty of. But my impression of the author’s main point is that Catholic unity is paramount, that in this case it is permissible to believe that the bombings were murderous, and likewise permissible to believe the opposite. It’s okay if you do and okay if you don’t. Amazing.
I also note that early in the exchange, it becomes clear that ‘rhetoric’ in the Deacon’s opinion is a dirty word, so I doubt he knows what it really means. Perhaps he was looking for something like the more commonly maligned ‘sophistry,’ but that’s not a dirty word either.
I guess abortion is OK as long as it is done with bombs rather than suction aspiration.
Deacon Jim Russell •
I’ve got an idea–would you like to read the article and then offer a comment? Thanks.
Got married straight out of high school. To a guy I knew since fifth grade summer camp. Summer wedding. Guests were mostly mosquitos. We had a baby boy, then a toddler, now a teen. Last year my husband phones me at work, says he’s got a boyfriend named Dale, says they’re movin’ in together. Says he’s sorry, says he loves me, but not like that.
“What else is there?” I say. You think the world is somethin’ and it turns out to be something else.
Sheriff’s deputy Gloria Burgle (played by Carrie Coon), from the TV series Fargo.
Back in February 2015 I put up a post called The End of Usury. The post’s title reflected wishful thinking, prompted by Zippy’s Usury FAQ at his website. That FAQ has been updated at least three times and, at the urging of readers, at last been put into hard copy and is now available at Amazon. I’ll say again what I said at the time: “…if you’re open to the possibility that certain transactions can still be described in our own time as usurious, that its practice is in fact very real, a very venal and grave iniquity..,” then this is the book for you. I promote it because I have become convinced of its moral urgency. The sin of usury derives, after all, from one man’s use of another human being, from his treating that being as an object. That its connection with other depredations of our time is an intimate one ought therefore to be rather obvious.
Buy as many copies as you can afford. Give them to every priest and religious of your acquaintance, to all your friends, and even send one to the Vatican. The Man Upstairs just might see that it finds its target.
A few highlights from the MESSAGE OF HIS HOLINESS POPE FRANCIS ON THE OCCASION OF THE WORLD MEETINGS OF POPULAR MOVEMENTS IN MODESTO (CALIFORNIA) [16-18 FEBRUARY 2017] (10 FEBRUARY 2017):
I would also like to highlight the work done by the PICO National Network and the organizations promoting this meeting. I learned that PICO stands for “People Improving Communities through Organizing”. What a great synthesis of the mission of popular movements: to work locally, side by side with your neighbors, organizing among yourselves, to make your communities thrive.
…is the title of an article by George Will, one I can finally agree with. I can’t help but wonder, though, if a man who has described himself as “an amiable, low-voltage atheist” fully appreciates the implications of the truth his article reveals for a whole host of issues.
Yes, that’s a human baby. I’ll explain in a moment why she’s there. Lest I be accused of misdirection, let me say something about the election: Trump, the latest incarnation (sorry) of conservative liberalism, won. He’s bad, but She- the “Grandma Abortion Witch” (all credit to Zippy Catholic) – was far worse. Better him than her. And that’s the end of my analysis. Maybe at a later time.
The baby above was born in mid-October, my elder daughter’s firstborn. She was about two weeks old when her mother pressed the camera’s shutter button. With Christmas upon us, it’s remarkable to ponder that, a mere two weeks earlier, Hillary Clinton would have supported the murder of this child, had its mother felt so inclined, and by means most gruesome, so gruesome it beggars the imagination. We kill babies in a spectacular variety of ways undreamed of by previous societies. We live in advanced times.