Code breaking from my Telegram channel , where it goes to 11. A thread in answer to the question, “ What to do with this ‘white supremacy’ we see everywhere? ” Fight the Dragon. Join my Telegram channel: https://t.me/fencingbearatprayer . If you came here from Telegram, you will find backstory on my battle with the Dragon in the archives ! Advanced Dragon training is ongoing in the Dragon Common Room .
Sugar is a drug. This observation will not come as news to long-time readers of this blog. I used to harp on it regularly , back in the day when I discovered Atkins and was cutting the carbs to lose weight . I can happily report that I have kept myself on a relatively low-carb diet since (ten years, woohoo!), but this past year and half were challenging, especially the six weeks in autumn 2020 that I spent with my mother while my step-father was dying. The house was full of cookies and chocolates and more cookies made by her friends from church, and I ate all of them. I tried resisting, but it just didn’t seem worth it. My step-father was dying; my brother and I were there to comfort our mother; and resisting the sugar seemed so pointless. Why not give in and get fat? Except that somehow I knew, deep down, it wasn’t about getting fat. It was about feeding the demons. Have I told you about the year I spent eating frozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when I was in elementary school
Like Jesus , Francis of Assisi did some pretty outrageous things. Everybody knows how he went and preached to the birds, but not everybody knows why he did it. It wasn't, as certain 1970s movies would have it, because he was a nature-loving hippie (although I do love Donavan's soundtrack, especially the theme song). It was because the human beings he was preaching to wouldn't listen. He had wanted to preach the word of God in Rome, but when he arrived there, the people scorned him because he was dressed poorly, so they thought him an idiot. He tried for several days to gain their attention, but could not overcome their hardness of heart. "I grieve deeply over your misfortune," he told them, "because you are not only spurning me as a servant of Christ, but you are also really despising Him in me, since I have been preaching to you the Gospel of the Redeemer of the world. And so I am now leaving Rome. And I call as witness of your desolation Him who is t
It's possible that I may be trying to do too much. I finished the draft of chapter 3 a little under two weeks ago, a week or two before (back in January) I had thought I would, after which I launched myself into reading Richard of St. Laurent's 840-page (ed. A. Borgnet, 1898) tome on the praises of the Virgin Mary . In Latin. I've read long books in Latin before, but never, I have to confess, one quite this long. The Latin is fairly easy, but even so, by the end of my Brief, Regular Sessions for the day, my head is quite figuratively spinning. And I mean that literally. Sort of.* But I want to finish reading the book as soon as I can so that I can get back to writing again. Before it gets too late. Before I run out of time and my leave comes to an end. (Still six months away, but the pages are flying off the calendar....) I would read faster if I could. Thanks to all the work I've done the past two years on my translation, mirabile dictu , my Latin se