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The Big, Bad Catholic Church Strikes Again.

In 1999, the Vatican issued guidelines for exorcisms. Among them was the requirement that a person claiming demonic possession should first be screened by doctors to rule out illness.

In 2012, that fact is used as the premise for a bad movie to trash the Church as “hypocritical,” “bureaucratic,” and uncaring.

Because a religious organization can’t be rational in its approach to the supernatural. It’s like in Science and stuff.

Complicating Just-War Theory

At Catholibertarian: Do the elements added by the U.S. bishops in 1983 to traditional just war criteria help in determining whether a particular war is just?.

I always took the requirement of “a probability of success” to mean that there was a serious and thoughtful plan, in line with other principles, to bring about success quickly. I don’t take it to mean an impossible prescience of what is going to happen. As Hitler put it, going to war is walking into a dark room.

But read the whole thing.

Alan Colmes Loosens His Filter

Rick Santorum’s Catholicism runs to the fervent, and can discompose people whose faith is nominative at best. As one who believes in charity as a divine command, I’m going to offer that as an explanation for Alan Colmes’ cheap shot about Santorum bringing his dead son home in 1996 before taking him to the funeral home. (h/t: Memeorandum). In all likelihood, Colmes simply experienced a visceral reaction to the oddness of treating a dead child like a member of the family, if only to say good-bye.

There is nothing specifically Catholic about saying good-bye to a dead baby, but it comes from the wellspring of Santorum’s faith. A dead child is still, however briefly, a child, a son, a brother. Santorum will always be that child’s father, and he believes implicitly that, should he attain Paradise, his dead son will be there, welcoming him.

Inasmuch as our society regards the dead as waste, to be disposed of with a minimum of fuss, what Santorum did was odd. But I get it. And, after a moments, reflection, Colmes did as well: hence his apology. It would have been better had he reflected for a moment before naming him some kind of a religious nut, but I do not expect such from TV ideologues. In many ways, the Church of Rome is still an alien faith here.

Imagine All The People…Liking Better Songs: A Fisking of John Lennon

I hate “Imagine” by John Lennon. Hate it. I hate it’s sappy, maudlin piano riff; I hate it’s  dull, lazy structure. I hate the video featuring Yoko just off to the side like some soul-engulfing gargoyle. I hate the insipid cartoon image of Lennon that packages the song.

What a dork.

But most of all, I hate the lyrics, which paint the picture of the saddest, lamest utopia ever conceived by the mind of man, yet has been transubstantiated into some kind of progressive Sermon on the Mount.

Let’s rip into them, shall we? Continue reading → Imagine All The People…Liking Better Songs: A Fisking of John Lennon

Oh, God! You Genial, Liberal Fellow

DaTechGuy, guest-blogging at FilmLadd, discusses an old movie with an old actor in an old role as an example of Buckley’s indoctrination:

Now, I wouldn’t expect Carl Reiner to give an endorsement to Christianity, but note what he does. All religions are equal, all are valid, there is no “truth”, none of that “Thou shalt have no other Gods but me” stuff. The generic answers given by the “God” in this movie could be, and is given by new age gurus of today who makes the same kind of money that the Reverend Williams does.

No truth, no worship, you don’t need prayer, just know I’m here but I really don’t matter and have nothing to do about it, so unless you are the ’69 Mets, the last miracle God in the movie says he did, don’t bother asking. It’s so simple, the message of Oh, God becomes: “People don’t really don’t need a God”, but that message is delivered in a way so subtle and so discreet that unless someone points it out you can’t see yourself absorbing it. Buckley would have been impressed.

I suppose that’s why I always agreed with South Park’s placement of George Burns in Hell.