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  • Crushed By Comedy

    Yesterday I saw the trailer for ABC Family’s (Disney), new sitcom, The Real O’Neals. (Please click link to watch. For added context, read the comments on You Tube.)

    Now, if you watched, you will know what I am about to discuss. So right off the bat, I’ll say this: If you’re reading this, and you’re one of those people who think “Christians & Catholics are way too sensitive. They’re always claiming they’re persecuted, when they’re the ones who are always persecuting other groups,” here’s a warning:  I’m going to write my thoughts here. If you typically laugh when religions are mocked, this probably isn’t the best place for you, unless you have a thick skin.


    I intend to write TO the people I’ve just described, you understand. I’m just trying to minimize any hurt I might inflict on the folks who might be offended at the following post. If you can’t take what you love to dish out, you might want to quit reading this. Go put your jammies on and get your mom to make you a cup of cocoa instead.

    I’ve given you fair warning.

    First, a few photos:  My Rosary was given to me as a birthday gift by my sister and her family about ten years ago.  It’s a big part of my life. At one point in my life I prayed it every single day without fail. These days I don’t always manage to say it every day. Last night, after  watching this sitcom trailer, I immediately turned to this prayer, though, for comfort.

    My Rosary. I try to pray it everyday. Sometimes I miss a day.


    (My statue of Mary, the Mother of Jesus, is in the dining room of my home. She is not, nor has she ever been perched above my toilet.)


    My Statue of Mary, Mother Of Jesus.




    Above  is the china cabinet in my dining room. The photo of the little girls in the white dress is me. It was taken on the day of my First Holy Communion.

    Inside the homes of my mother and sister are similar statues and photos, along with crucifixes, Bibles and Catholic reading material. So, In at least three families in America (probably more, but these are the homes that I frequent) the Virgin Mary is not placed in the room where people go to take a shit. Who knew?

    When my friends and I do charity work in our church, we never keep the money. (Just so ya know.) There are at least a few Catholics who actually collect money and other supplies for the needy, and then ……actually GIVE THE COLLECTION TO THOSE IT IS INTENDED FOR. Now I know this may be difficult for some people to believe. After all, ABC and Disney would NEVER lie! They made a sitcom out of the goodness of their hearts to inform non Catholics about the way Catholics conduct their affairs at home, at work, and at church.

    However, before you sit down to enjoy family time with your children while watching The Real O’Neal’s, you might want to say, (to yourself only, of course): “I seriously doubt it, because I get all my informashun about the fools who believe in Jeeezus from TV shows, but there may be a few Catholics who don’t act like the O’Neals. I mean, even a broken clock is right twice a day. Maybe they’re all not like that.”

    Now, please. I don’t mean that you faithful folks who learn everything you know about religious people from the boob tube should mention this to your children. Never, ever do that! They are getting their education on Catholicism in an entertaining and fun way. Best that they never consider that Christians might actually be decent people. That would be heretical. Don’t do it!

    You must sit with them in your living room, and laugh when the laugh track prompts you. That way, your kids can learn the truth without you having to say a word about what you know: That Catholics are all slimy hateful fools who know nothing about compassion or acceptance of others. You, as parents, are being given a gift by Disney. Don’t blow it! Even if you know of a Catholic here and there who acts in the exact opposite way than that of the O’Neals, do not tell your children. They need to know what’s what. Make sure you start them young. Progress, you know…

    Okay. Enough snark. Now I will admit my true feelings. Ever since I watched that trailer, I have felt beaten and crushed. Not physically, of course. Only mentally. I was terribly upset after watching it. I almost cried. I slept last night, only because I took a sleeping pill. In fact, I will admit that I am crying, right now. This is my blog. I pay a fee for my website and blog, and this is what I decided to write about.

    Following is the creator of this sitcom, Dan Savage, an anti-bullying advocate, speaking to a group of high schoolers. Please watch.


    The girl who walked out of the auditorium crying reminds me of me. I simply can’t help myself. It’s difficult to watch your entire life and what you believe be trashed in a hateful manner by someone claiming to be an expert on the damages bullying can do. Especially when the expert bullies others, wishing them to be stricken with cancer, and then admits that he, himself engaged in bullying.

    I refuse to sign a petition demanding The Real O’Neals show be cancelled, though. This is because I know that there’s another one lurking in the mind of some sadistic hater just waiting in the wings. This is going to get worse before it gets better, if it ever does.

    Christ tells us to love and pray for our enemies:



    However, I hope He’ll for give me if I put it off until tomorrow. I already put it off until today, but I simply cannot bring myself to say a prayer for Dan Savage and the people who created this sitcom. I’ll try again tomorrow. Perhaps, at Mass this evening, I will look at the beautiful stained glass windows depicting the Saints, and find it in my heart to ask God to give me the words I should use to pray for Dan Savage.

    Again, I must admit that I’m ready to cry. I hope to feel better later.

    Since I’m one of those people who simply can’t learn the lesson progressives are teaching: (You, as a Catholic, are a hateful bigot. Your entire life is based on lies in an old book. You play with beads while chanting, like some throwback to medieval times. You follow an old man in Rome. You pray to a magical sky God who doesn’t exist. You are stupid. You are backward. You deserve to be ridiculed, mocked, hated and shunned. You deserve this. You deserve it, and you need to just accept it. Your feelings do not matter, because one thousand years ago, the crusades happened. You are a freak, your parents were freaks and your children are freaks. They will always be freaks. Your grandchildren, if they are lucky, will learn from we the tolerant and enlightened that you are a freak. They will laugh at you, too, behind their hands. It does not matter how hard you pray to your fake and hateful God. You are NOTHING. Nothing. You need to understand this. Learn your freaking lesson, now, or else).

    I guess I’m finished my rant. I will probably spend this day crying to Our Lord and His Mother. People may say, “Why would you allow others to make you feel as though you are a piece of shit? Why should they ruin your day?”

    I don’t know the answer. I only know that, today, that’s exactly how I feel. I have learned to deal with hurt of this kind over the years. I don’t know why this particular episode hurt me so much. I only know that it hurts.


  • April Reflections

    I’m participating in a scripture study on Acts at a neighboring parish. Though I’ve read parts of Acts, I’ve never really studied it in depth. There’s a lot to ponder.

    During our discussion today, I was struck by the many different ideas and perceptions of others. Everyone is different, and I enjoy listening to the ideas of other people in Bible studies. Sometimes an idea that never occurred to me will be presented, and I find help in my growth as a follower of Christ to consider and reflect on what others have learned. I hope they feel the same about me.


    This is why (though I can understand and respect people who pray only at home, and feel no need to attend any sort of Church) I truly believe churches and other places of worship are central to the overall well being of many people.

    Of course, I’m not talking about the folks in the pews who come to church on Sunday and then go out the door and begin doing the opposite of what Christ teaches. Every church, religion, group, field of business and workplace has such people. This has always been true. Such people have always been there and they most likely always will be. When faced with the damage they do it’s best to just remember that God loves them as much as he loves all of us. Then we should forgive them and pray for them. Unless the offense is criminal, it’s best to just leave them alone and pray that they might hear Christ’s message at some point.

    I’m speaking of the people who seem to really want to live Christ’s message. I’ve found that when I’m among a group of believers who are trying to do what Jesus would do (whether in a church setting or just a social or work setting) I feel uplifted and good inside. I don’t feel uncomfortable or afraid to share ideas. Even though the people in the scripture study probably have different beliefs than me on many issues, everyone seems willing to listen to others. This, to me, is a very good reason to actually join a church.


    The church where the scripture study is being held also has daily exposition of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament. I went inside the sanctuary afterward, to spend time in Adoration. This is truly a gift. I feel I can tell Jesus anything and everything while I’m in His presence.

    Then I wonder why I don’t take advantage of this gift on a regular basis. I hope, after the scripture study is over, that I will continue to visit Christ — Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity. Who knows what I will learn, just by sitting quietly in His presence? The church is only 10 minutes from my home. I should take advantage of this opportunity. I’m sure my life will be better because of it.

  • Making A Difference

    How do we, as ordinary people, make a difference? I don’t really know the answer.

    Looking at the monumental problems in the world today is so difficult that I feel overwhelmed.

    Radicals have overtaken a great portion of the Middle East. This is a fact. Christians are being beheaded because they believe in Christ. They are also being crucified. Muslims who do not subscribe to the radical dictates put forth by the Islamist State are burned alive.  At the time of this writing, a group of children are in a cage, awaiting their deaths by burning. I’m not attaching any links in this post. These incidents are true, and can be found on respected news sites. (Not NBC News).

    Despite the advance of science, “pro choice” advocates insist that an unborn child is not a human being. However, they cannot tell us exactly when the child becomes human. If they’re so smart, why can’t they tell us when an unborn child becomes a human, deserving the same protections and rights as a child born five minutes ago? The people I’m speaking of hold a great deal of power. They are politicians who are assuming more and more control over us each and every day.

    Our churches are being forced to go against the tenants of Faith. Ordinary people must speak in hushed voices for fear of the PC police targeting them for some “sin” of speech. People are led to believe there is a caste system in America by slimy politicians and the “media” who are currently jamming the following talking point: Nobody can amount to anything, especially becoming President. unless he or she holds a four year college degree.

    There are plenty of other similar contradictions. If I mentioned them all, I wouldn’t be finished this post until I’m eighty years old.

    So, what can we do to make a difference? It seems the deck is stacked against us. How are these problems and others ever to be fixed?

    Well, we have to start somewhere. We need to take a first step. If any or all of the above upset you, just take one step each day to help reverse course.

    Pray for peace. This doesn’t mean praying & hoping for ONLY the absence of war. That notion may be why the world is in such turmoil today. Think about it. In order to appease violent groups, the West, (including America) has enabled them to gain ground enough to begin beheading people on camera. Appeasing and coddling those who want to kill our children isn’t exactly working to our advantage. Other people’s children are dying in horrific ways, and if we don’t figure out a way to put a stop to it, eventually some of our children will end up the same way. We should face facts. Pray for a real leader to emerge. Get informed. Don’t listen to “news” or “journalists” who have been caught lying or smearing others. Think for yourself.

    Do something to help disenfranchised human beings, including unborn children. If you know, in your heart, that unborn children are human beings, stand and speak for them. Vote for people who will fight for the disenfranchised. This is a small step in the right direction.

    Give people of Faith the same tolerance you expect from them. People who object to serving in the Military are not forced to do so, yet people who are opposed to paying for other people’s abortions are forced to do so by law. Why should this be acceptable to anyone?

    I can imagine the hue and cry that would ensue if, at some point in the future, Veterinarians and their staff and stores like Petco were forced by law to contribute a part of their earnings to be used for the mass euthanization of dogs, cats, or other animals. It wouldn’t fly. There would be a March in the streets of DC, and the law would be changed. Why can’t human beings be afforded the same respect as pets?

    These issues are mind boggling. Please, if you feel the way I do, take at least one step to change things before it’s too late. Get involved. There are too few of us who are involved and we can’t do it all. Find a way to help change course.

    If you are not a person of Faith, you can still look deep into your heart and find the answers. If you are a person of Faith (no matter which Faith) you can pray for answers and follow the dictates given you. If you are a Christian, you can be Christ’s hands, feet, and voice, and do what Jesus would do.



    Update: According to a source found here, the children in the cage were being photographed by Islamic extremists for propaganda purposes, and they won’t be burned alive. Still, it was an act of cruelty to the children, but that’s the way ISIS rolls.

    Again, we in the West had better wake up and demand that our “leaders” do what needs to be done for our protection if we don’t want such incidents to begin happening on American soil.


  • We Are Never Alone

    Due to the ignorance and hurtful actions of some people, many of us may feel alone at times. We’re not. God is always there.


    Pictured above is a mosaic image of Christ, on the ceiling of  the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, in Washington DC, (known as America’s Catholic Church). I was able to see the shrine in all its magnificence several times, and I feel blessed to have received the Eucharist there.  Though the shrine is filled with beauty, including endless smaller shrines, chapels, statues and mosaics, this large image of Christ is my favorite.He doesn’t look like the gentle lamb here, does he? Here He looks fierce, and ready to come to the aid of His followers.

    Unfortunately, the past few weeks have been a struggle for my friends and myself, due to the unkind actions and slanderous words of some of the people in our community, (and yes, even some fellow parishioners). Today I went to Mass feeling alone. It was difficult to listen to the prayers of general intercession, asking civic leaders to perform their duties fairly, when some of people who hold those positions leave the pews on Sunday and turn around and backstab their neighbors unfairly on Monday. It’s a bit of a drag to enter a church when you know some of the people sitting in it probably wish you would just go away.

    But, God wants my friends and me, and not everyone agrees with the bullies. I discovered this for myself after Mass this morning, when I spoke to a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. She gave me encouragement. God and His followers love their neighbors every day of the week, not only while sitting in the church on Sunday.  This knowledge is comforting.

    I’ll write more on the debacle that prompted this post in the coming weeks.