Saturday, November 24, 2007

Hippie Ranters on a Fiery Flying Roll.

The Canadian Anglican Church is kaput. So long, ta ta.

The Church of England, the church made by and for Henry the Eighth, it's a goner. "The Church of England is the officially established Christian church in England, the "mother church" of the worldwide Anglican Communion and the oldest among the communion's nearly forty independent national churches.... The English church was under papal authority for nearly a thousand years, before separating from Rome in 1534 during the reign of King Henry VIII. A theological separation had been foreshadowed by various movements within the English church such as the Lollards, but the English Reformation gained political support when Henry VIII wanted an annulment of his marriage to Catherine of Aragon. Under pressure from Catherine's nephew Emperor Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor, Pope Clement VII refused the annulment and eventually Henry, although theologically a Catholic, decided to become Supreme Head of the Church of England to ensure the annulment of his marriage." And now, hippies have further cut the ties that held together the Church of England to itself. What we see is the beginning of the separation of the Modern West in similar fashion. So long, ta ta.

The Canadian Anglican Church is divided against itself, and now it remains to see who gets the kids. The ostensible issue is the ordination of homosexuals and, to a lesser extent, of women as priests. But that's hardly it t all: the problem, to an outside observer, is that the hippies have run amok and the old folks back home re sick of the antics, sick oft he whole business, and they wish to take back what's left of their church before there's nothing left but empty buildings and ragged banners of humiliation and shame. The Church of England, Episcopalians, (the Republican Party at prayer in America,) in Canada, the Anglican Church, is overrun with hippies. Many congregants are sick of it. Some are so sick of hippies that they've turned to Africa for guidance and authority over their parishes. Some of the very people whose families are buried in Confederate cemeteries in Anglican churchyards, men and women who died in defense of African slavery, are now turning to Africans for salvation. In Canada, the split comes now, and in the rest of the world it will arrive soon. This is a harbinger of things to come in all our relations social. Civil war? Not likely. But schism in the West? I think.

Below is a story on the Anglican Church in Canada, followed by an installment from a book review of Diana West, The Death of the Grown-Up, my review entitled: "Kill Your Parents, Part Two." The review, part one here, was originally meant to post at Covenant Zone. Due to some editorial disagreements it posts here instead. Part three is missing, but there is a post previous to these on Presbyterians that again shows why they are the devils own children, " Presbyterian Madrassas." Any fair-minded reader will ask why the hell I care about Christian churches. I'll leave it to the fair-minded reader to decide. This is what happens today in the Anglican Church of Canada:

Nick Mackenzie, "Another bishop quits Canada for Southern Cone." Religious Intelligence. 23rd November 2007

ANOTHER Canadian Bishop is to come out of retirement to minister to conservatives unhappy with the liberal direction of the national Church, it has been announced.

The Rt Rev Malcolm Harding, who retired as Bishop of Brandon in 2001, will now join Bishop Don Harvey to minister under Archbishop Gregory Venables of the Southern Cone. A spokesman for the Anglican Network in Canada said that the two men would provide 'episcopal oversight to biblically faithful Canadian Anglicans distressed by the seismic shift in the theology and practice of the Anglican Church of Canada.'

Archbishop Venables said: "We are delighted to receive Bishop Malcolm Harding as our co-worker. He too is a man whose very being is centred around the gospel and whom the Lord has used for the salvation of many… It is also good to be able to say that these steps we have taken are fully supported by a significant number of other orthodox Anglican provinces. There is no need for any to walk alone or step outside the Anglican family."

However, the leadership of the Canadian Church has appealed to the Archbishop of Canterbury to denounce the actions of the Southern Cone and on November 21 the Bishop of New Westminster, Michael Ingham, vowed to take action against Bishop Harvey if he carries out an ordination service in the diocese early next month.


The Archbishop of Canterbury has indicated that he will not comment on the replies he has received until he issues his Advent Letter to the Primates in December. The 10 Provinces that rejected the US response are all members of the Global South alliance, indicating a serious split in the worldwide Anglican Communion. At their meeting in September the US bishops promised to 'exercise restraint' in electing another gay bishop, and promised not to authorize same-sex blessings. However, conservatives believe that these promises did not go far enough and are calling for The Episcopal Church to be disciplined for the consecration of the Rt Rev Gene Robinson, an openly gay man, in 2003.

The conservative primates said that apart from a change in the form of words by the Americans, 'there does not seem to be any change of direction'. Those who approved of the response appeared to be less interested in the words of the Episcopal bishops and more interested in what they perceived as the spirit of the response, the statement added.

When I began this blog in may of 2004 I had no intention of writing about Christian churches. I began shortly after, and I continue to this day, and likely will for the duration. The apostate churches are not merely Gnostic and shameful, they are a menace to the lives of the people of Modernity and the peasants who are trapped in the worlds of Islamic triumphalism in which the Gnostic Christians act as dhimmi overlord enablers, causing death and destruction everywhere. No Dhimmitude. It took little time at all once started to realize the problem is at least in large part to do with Christians and their dhimmified churches.

Schism in the Anglican Church is only part of a larger problem: the bifurcation of the world into the primitives and the Modernists. The apostate churches side with the primitives, ensuring further strife and death. I find it unconscionalbe that professional moral leaders, our religious leaders, are up-to-herein murder. Hence in commenting on Diana West's Death of the Grown-Up, my hostility:

There must be a special place in Hell for Protestant churchmen like Reverend David Giuliano, Moderator, or spiritual head of the United Church of Canada.

I hang pictures in my life, (my places of abode changing frequently) of American history-makers: Henry VIII, William Tyndale, Oliver Cromwell, and John Wesley. No, not Americans-- makers of American history. Each of them contributed greatly to the making of America, the nation of greatness and freedom that it is and will continue to be. Each of those men had a profound impact on America's being, and on the world as it is and will become in its further dimensions of Human freedom. Each was a religious reformer, a Great Man in history, and particularly a maker of Human freedom for America. David Giuliano follows in their footsteps, digging up the work they did, destroying all that one can recognize as good in the English religious reforms we benefit from today. David Giuliano is a devil.

We live in a world, thank God, dominated by America. The nation of America-as-Idea didn't pop up ex nihlo from the bushes. It developed through the ages from the minds and acts of many people who came from many places in the world, and others from America itself. Many of those formative minds and men were Protestant thinkers. Today, many Protestant thinkers are the most evil people on Earth, bent, it seems, on destroying all the good Protestants have ever done. Some of these Protestants are devils. I think they come straight from Hell. I think they should hastily return. David Giuliano is one who should go quickly. David Giuliano is a devil. He and those who believe as he does are acting to kill their parents. There must be a special place in Hell for him and his like.

Richard Foot,'Survival' of United Church not a priority; Charity is more important than members: leader." CanWest News. ServiceSaturday, October 13, 2007

The leader of the United Church of Canada says his Church is too "preoccupied" with protecting its buildings, counting its money and recruiting members, and should instead devote its energies to helping the poor, the hungry and the sick beyond its walls.

Reverend David Giuliano, the Moderator, or spiritual head, of one of Canada's largest Protestant churches, has sent a letter to United Church congregations across the country, urging them to worry less about "buildings and budgets" and become more concerned about the "suffering of the world around us."

"Our hope is not for our survival or even growth," Rev. Giuliano writes. "I am praying that our preoccupation with getting people into church is transformed by a passion for getting the church out into the world.

"I am praying that we welcome strangers with a radical hospitality that sees in them the face of Christ -- not an 'identifiable giver' or a 'potential committee member.' "

Rev. Giuliano's plea comes in the midst of a difficult period for the Church and its roughly 600,000 members. Along with other mainstream Christian denominations, the United Church of Canada is experiencing a long decline in national membership; its congregational lists fell 39% between 1961 and 2001.

In July, the Church announced program cuts and layoffs at its national headquarters in Toronto due to financial pressures ....

In an interview this week Rev. Giuliano acknowledged, "There's a lot of anxiety in the Church about our institution --about money and numbers."

He said the Church, which once boasted more than a million active adherents, was for many generations a source of cultural and social authority in Protestant Canada.

"Many of us are reluctant to give up [that authority]--even if it doesn't really exist today --but I see the change as liberating, because we don't have to hold on to that any more."

"Jesus's followers were not a huge group of people, and they were not prosperous," he said.

"The measurement of a faithful community cannot be in its numbers."

Rev. Giuliano said that as one example of the Church's preoccupation with survival, too much money is spent maintaining Church buildings that serve little purpose other than to shelter a declining group of worshippers once a week.

"I think we have too much property," he said. "We have places where we have three United Churches within three blocks of each other."

He applauded one of the country's oldest congregations, First United Church in Ottawa, which sold its old building last year and now leases meeting and programming space from a nearby Anglican Church.

Rev. Giuliano likened the Church institution to a treasured car that a proud owner might keep in their driveway.

"The Church is a vehicle intended to get us somewhere. If you keep it fixed and washed and waxed but you don't ever take it anywhere, it doesn't have much purpose," he said.

"If what we do is ask the question, 'How do we get big or even survive,' I think we've lost our way," he said. "For me, the real question is, 'What does it mean to be faithful?' "

I don't care at all if Giuliano and his cohorts manage to actually kill their own church. As the Church is now, I'd like to help in any way I can. The Unite Church, to most readers, might not seem like any big loss, being some specifically Canadian thing that matters not a bit. Not quite so.

"The United Church of Canada [link] was founded in 1925 as a merger of four Christian denominations: the Presbyterian Church in Canada (then the largest Protestant denomination) and the Methodist Church of Canada; the Congregational Union of Ontario and Quebec, a numerically less significant but historically important denomination of evangelical Protestantism; and the Association of Local Union Churches."

Folks, it's the Protestant Mainstream in Canada. In terms of what most of us will understand, it's Middle America. And the United Church is, indeed, the middle, the majority, the normal and wholesome and law-abiding and conformist ordinariness of civil people. It is an institution in the nation bent on self-destruction, and it seems to be just the finest thing in the minds of many normal and decent people in this country, the death of a major social institution being a grand thing if it follows the precepts of multi-culti drama-queen self-aggrandisement and moralistic public posturing.

For those who delight in murdering their parents, those in this case intent on metaphorically murdering Henry VIII, Tyndale, Cromwell, Wesley, those others who made Human freedom in America and a literate, thinking populace possible and probable, for those who kill their parents, the United Church elitists in Canada, are those who are the adult children Diana West writes about in The Death of the Grown-Up.

I won't write much about West's book this time, leaving the main story as is above. This story could easily have been one of the many gut-sickening examples she uses to illustrate her points that the Middle Class in the West is cowardly and disgusting, repugnant and vile and fatal to themselves and the world at large.

Above we have a clear story of a major social institution in a small and relatively unimportant Western nation, a story that is not different in kind from what one will find in Europe in similar size nations. We see the suicide by moralism and personal immaturity of one of the pillars of a nation. This is no different from the girls Charles writes of in "French teens in suicidal leap of faith." [Covenant Zone, Sunday, October 14, 2007] who gratuitously threw themselves out a window in front of those why wished to impress with their posing, even unto death. Those who kill themselves to kill their parents deserve a special place in Hell, especially when they destroy the future others might have had and wreck the present of those they befoul with their childish and disgusting antics. West sees it and writes of it in painful and articulate detail. To read West's book is to see, perhaps, with a new clarity, the childish pose of the adult world in the West today.

Daily we experience our separation from each other in the West, some hating the world we made, others standing in the crucible of Modernity and struggling to free ourselves of the pholobarbarism of neo-feudalism and hatred of Humanness and personal freedom. Schism? Civil War? The bifurcation of humanity? From the crucible will arise man again, freer and better able to continue into the future than before.

Then split, you ranting bastards! So long, ta ta. Take a Fiery Flying Roll.
Free people march to the future!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

To Give Thanks

Are you a fan of music from the 60's? You might like to sing along with the lyrics below, maybe gather some friends around the fireplace or at the kitchen table and give a rousing round of the old time tunes. It brings back memories for some, and it might become a memory for others, those who've never hear this kind of music, stuck as they might well be with iPods and such. All I am saying is Give People a Chance. Let them hear some tunes from long ago and see how they like singing rather than just sitting while some machine plays the same thing over and over. Gather your friends and the boys and sing. We're near to Thanksgiving. Have a Yankee shantie for dessert.

When Johnny comes marching home again,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome then
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The men will cheer and the boys will shout
The ladies they will all turn out
And we'll all feel great when Johnny comes marching home.

The old church bell will peal with joy
Hurrah! Hurrah!
To welcome home our darling boy,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The village lads and lassies say
With roses they will strew the way,
And we'll all feel great when Johnny comes marching home.

Get ready for the Jubilee,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
We'll give the hero three times three,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
The laurel wreath is ready now
To place upon his loyal brow
And we'll all feel great when Johnny comes marching home.

Let love and friendship on that day,
Hurrah, hurrah!
Their choicest pleasures then display,
Hurrah, hurrah!
And let each one perform some part,
To fill with joy the warrior's heart,
And we'll all feel great when Johnny comes marching home.

'Louis Lambert' (Patrick Gilmore) c. 1863.

Does anyone have a piano in the livingroom anymore? Oh friend, haul out a tub and some spoons, find a fiddler and sing out loud. Weave tissue in a comb and make a joyous sound.

Oh, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
We will rally from the hillside, we'll gather from the plain,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

Freedom forever! Hurrah, boys, hurrah!
Down with the traitors, up with the stars;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally once again,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

We are springing to the call of a million free men more,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we'll fill our vacant ranks of our brothers gone before,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!


We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And although they may be poor, not a man shall be a slave,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!


So we're springing to the call from the East and from the West,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!
And we'll hurl the fascist crew from the land we love best,
Shouting the battle cry of freedom!

George F. Root, "Battle Cry of Freedom." 1862.

We have much to be thankful for. We could stand shoulder to shoulder and let our voices soar to the Heavens in praise of our blessings. I hope to hear you from over the horizon. And I will give thanks.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Povertarian Romance Fascism's Hatred of Cleanliness and Plenty

Technology in the past 250 years has transformed the Human experience into something those before could not and most of those even today outside it cannot begin to grasp: there is a life of relative and widespread affluence, a life of food aplenty, of health into a long life, of personal freedom from terror and indiscriminate murder at the hands of tyrants.

Life in the Modern West is unbelievably good for almost everyone. It's due to free thinking individuals, individuals thinking about how to make their lives better, of individuals working together to make life good for themselves by providing a good life to others. Life for us is amazingly good, and it is so new it shocks and stuns those of us who know what life is and was for others forever in time till our blessed time. War, Famine, and Plague do not hunt us at every turn. We fall ill, we die, and we are gone like other generations before us, like those to follow. Unlike them, we live well nearly universally in the Modern West. We are well-fed, warm, and clean. Though most of us take it for granted, assuming it should be this way, that it must always be such for us, such is not to be taken lightly. We live on a razor's edge. We can easily fall and be done with ourselves forever. Our Modernity is imperiled. We are threatened not just by Moslems who wish to destroy Modernity with terrorism and the medieval religious fanaticism of tribalist Islam: our danger comes from within, from those of our own who live in the past without realizing it, who live with a family memory of life as a peasant, who live life in fear of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. For them, our good life is lie that cannot be true, that must be stopped before all is lost, before the gods come to destroy us in their wrath. Our Leftists, our Rightists, our ecologists, and naysayers of all sorts are living in a family memory of privation; they remember what life was and they live in perpetual fear, regardless of the two car garage and the electric lawn mover; they live in a life of fear that the cattle will die in the barn and the crops will fail.They live in fear and they live in hatred of those of us who do not fear. We are insulting the gods who will come to us with punishment. There is a primitive mind in Man, one that has lived as the norm for our eternity. It is we few in the Modern West who are completely different from all others, we revolutionaries. We only some of us. We many others of us have that family memory, the memory we aren't clearly aware of, the family memory of tales told to us a children by old grandparents , tales of misery and woe, of hunger and disease and war and death. Most of us get used to affluence and learn to accept it as our due; but not all of us: some cling to the fear of the life we lived always till recent years. It is the peasant mind that lives on in our time, the peasant mind in the Left and the Right that demands we stop our Modernity and crawl in terror back to the "reality"of the starving, filthy, sick past.We don't deserve this good life, and if we continue, all will die, the Earth itself will burn up and everything will die. Back, back, back! Back to want and starvation and fear when we knew we would be miserable and then die rather than this, this ease that will-- that must-- end. Our fanatic peasants in the suburbs and the citadels they quake and tremble and spit that we live so well, they rip their garments in terror of the retribution of the gods come to punish our hubris. They mean to stop us before we rile the gods too far. Tear down the vanities, destroy the idols of Modernity, grovel. Only that can save us.

They remember.

The first mechanical street sweeper invented was invented by C.S. Bishop, patented on September 4, 1849. U.S. Patent 6,699

They have a family memory of filth, and they long for its restoration. The fearful, the Romantic, the ones who hate our Modernity long for the return to a time before the triune revolutions that make our lives so fundamentally and utterly different from the lives of all others before us and most of those beyond us. The Romantic is a reactionary, one who longs to restore the past, whether it resembles the past or not, so long as it recalls a time when there was "authenticity" in place of the Modernity we now have, the food we eat, the homes we live in, the cleanliness we enjoy as a matter of unthinking course. The Romantic is frantic. Our lives are too good. Something has to give,and when it does we'll all suffer for it. Says the Romantic. He longs to destroy the Revolutions that make our lives good. He longs to destroy the alienating city, the displacement of men frm the farm and Nature. He wishes us to return to a pristine state of reality when things were not like this. This instead:

Sanitation in Latin America, according to wikipedia, is less than a sparkling success story:

Access to water and sanitation remains insufficient, in particular in rural areas and for the poor. According to the Joint Monitoring Program of the World Health Organization and UNICEF 50 million people or 9% of the population of Latin America and the Caribbean did not have access to improved water supply in 2004,[1] and 125 million or 23% did not have access to adequate sanitation.[2] Increasing access remains a challenge, in particular given the poor financial health of service providers and fiscal constraints on behalf of central and local governments.

As far as sanitation is concerned, only 51% of the population has access to sewers.[3] Only an estimated 15% of the collected wastewater finds its way into wastewater treatment plants, which often are not properly functioning.[4] 26% of the population has access to forms of sanitation other than sewers, including septic tanks and various types of latrines.[5]--

Here are a few things to chew on as we think of what it's like living in a non-Modernist world: [Again from wikipedia]

59% of the world population had access to improved sanitation in 2004. [1] Only slightly more than half of them or 31% of the world population lived in houses connected to a sewer. Overall, 2.6 billion people lacked access to improved sanitation and thus had to resort to open defecation or other unsanitary forms of defecation, such as public latrines or open pit latrines. This outcome presents substantial public health risks as the waste could contaminate drinking water and cause life threatening forms of diarrhea to infants.

In developed countries, where less than 20% of the world population lives, 99% of the population has access to improved sanitation and 81% were connected to sewers.

There is, according to me, a creature called the Povertarian. He is a Romantic, one who revolts against the triune Revolutions of Modernity. In his mind life is meant to be ugly and painful and dirty. He talks about community-- meaning collective fear and suspicion; of sharing-- meaning subsistence and fatal scarcity; of authenticity-- meaning meaning bondage to entitlement and superstition and ignorance and fear of the powerful generally. The Romantic hates Modernity, longs for its destruction, and has since 1789. Affluent and happy individuals are an offense to his mind, for Man should be poor, starving, desperate, and grateful. The better life gets for the many, the more insanely obsessed becomes the Romantic with destroying the life of Man as a happy individual with enough food to eat. Back to the Land. Be at One with Mother Nature. Eschew chemicals and eat only locally produced organic food. Drink bottled water from lakes and streams. No electricity, no light in the darkness. Back to a time when there was a Brotherhood of Man.Smash everything Revolutionary. And we keep inventing more of the new and the better. We had nothing but want and illness and death. We invent.We think and we try.We do. Clean water. Sewers!

There's always more, in this case such as street lamps: Excerpted from PG&E: " Our History", Part 1

...Electricity made its appearance. This new wonder was first demonstrated to San Franciscans in 1871 by Father Joseph M. Neri, professor of natural philosophy at St. Ignatius College, the forebear of the University of San Francisco. Father Neri first showed a startled populace an electric arc light from a window of the college facing Market Street. Other more impressive demonstrations followed. But the good father was not a businessman. A businessman soon appeared in the person of George H. Roe. This young Canadian had come to San Francisco in 1875 at the age of 23 and brashly founded a money-changing and lending firm which defied all probabilities and flourished.

Roe had no thought of founding an electric company, but when a defaulted loan saddled him with a primitive dynamo he decided to see how it worked. It didn't, as things turned out, but by the time he learned this he was hooked. He found dynamos that did work, got backers and in June 1879 incorporated the California Electric Light Company.

At 27, George Roe had founded the first electric company in the PG&E
family tree.

By September a little building at Fourth and Market was completed and two tiny Brush arc-light dynamos were installed. Together they could supply 21 lights. Customers were lured by the unabashed offer of service from sundown to midnight (Sundays and holidays excluded) for $10 per lamp per week.

Yet in light-hungry San Francisco, customers came clamoring. By the first of the next year, four more generators with capacity of more than 100 lights had been added. Electricity had come to the West.

This plant, in fact, was the first in the entire nation to offer central-station electric service to the public. It preceded by several years Edison's better-publicized Pearl Street Station in New York, often called the first.

If many claim credit for the same invention it seems to say its a good one:

Street Lights - Charles F Brush The arc light as a practical illuminating device was invented in 1878 by Charles Brush, a Ohio engineer and graduate of the University of Michigan. Others had attacked the problem of electric lighting, but a lack of suitable carbons stood in the way of their success. Charles Brush made several lamps light in series from one dynamo. The first Brush lights were used for street illumination in Cleveland, Ohio.

Pre-Modernity? Not merely nasty, brutish, and short: it was and is violent, stinking, filthy, dangerous, and dark. If it's really that appealing to our "back to nature, organic foods, save the whales" localists, then left them go live in a cesspit in the dark. There are many and varied locales from which to choose. But of course, it's always the affluent poseur who wishes to save the world and indigenous peoples from Modernity who will never go out to live forever like a savage. No, the povertarian is happy to condemn the poor and ignorant to poverty and ignorance, but he himself will never stand for it. Of course not, and we know of course not. It's not even a question at all. We know the poseurs are posing, and so do they. But it's not simple chit-chat at cocktail parties. There is an influence, and it kills people. Maybe that's not so obvious. But look at it this way: Would you drink out of your toilet? Why should well-to-do Westerners work to ensure others do with theirs? Next time you hear a povertarian talking so glibly about the poor, tell him to shut his stinking mouth. You don't even need an argument. It's just obvious.

Modernity is not perfect. There is a terror in the Western World, a memory of want and disease and death, and there is a fear of provoking the gods with our hubris. It is an affront to many that ordinary people who have been forever in the world subservient are now free and fed and smiling. The Romantic, the povertarian, he will if he can, destroy it all. He will turn off the water, he will blow out the lights. We will live again in a state of Nature, and the roaring triumphant savage will laugh

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