I spoke to Author Bill Kassel at the Catholic Marketing Network Event in Chicago:

Bill has a really soft voice as befitting a man who lets his writing speak for him so for those who have trouble hearing the interview here is the audio from the Mic that will eventually go on WQPH

His blog is here. You can buy his book here

The Rest of my Catholic Marketing Network posts are here.

By:  Pat Austin

SHREVEPORT —  I’ve done a lot of ranting and raving in this space over the past months about the rising crime rate in New Orleans.  I don’t live in New Orleans, but the city is one of our top tourist spots in the state and is known for many wonderful things like music, a diverse and fascinating culture and history, beignets, Mardi Gras, the best food in the world, and on it goes.  The city (and our state for that matter) has certainly had its share of corrupt and/or inept leaders through the years, and Mitch Landrieu certainly falls into the inept category in my opinion.

Landrieu’s focus has been on things like removing Confederate monuments and building Equity Circles instead of fighting the rising crime rate in his city.  Infrastructure crumbles, citizens grumble, but Landrieu continues with his own agenda.

The Advocate reported last week that as of this point, 400 people have been shot in New Orleans.  And I’ve often pointed you to the murder map, which as of this morning tells us that 103 murders have occurred in the city this year.  This makes New Orleans one of the most dangerous places in the country.  Simply unacceptable.

All that being said, there is no shortage of crime in my part of the state, either. The City of Shreveport, also led by a Democrat mayor, for what that’s worth, is in a spiral of crime and daily shootings; there is much senseless violence in this town.

Not a day goes by when we don’t wake up or turn on the news to hear of another shooting or murder. And what’s our mayor working on?  She’s lobbying to build a new arena (we already have two, by the way) in hope of recruiting a D-league basketball team to town (a couple of which have come and gone for lack of support).

The latest act of senseless violence in Shreveport occurred Saturday night at a Mexican restaurant. The family is known and much loved by loyal customers. The parents are immigrants, they and the kids are hard-working.  The children have assimilated beautifully: one attends Baylor Law School and another Louisiana Tech University.  The father died tragically last year so they’ve struggled onward, the boy left school to help run the restaurant with his family.  They are a beautiful example of the American Dream and what you can attain through hard work and dedication.

Saturday night, the boy’s mother was leaving the restaurant around 11 p.m.  Two thugs were waiting for her outside and demanded her purse. She screamed and her son, Juan, ran to her defense.  The armed robbers shot him two times in the chest.  He’s now in critical condition and has had his right lung removed.  It’s a horrible tragedy.

Two GoFundMe accounts have been set up for the family which have raised almost $40,000 in about 24 hours. One is here and the other is here.

But what are we worried about?  A basketball arena.  Our city is working under a huge shortage in the police department, much like New Orleans.

I’m not sure what the answer is: if it’s the mismanagement of city resources, the lack of jobs and a struggling economy, or maybe we are just more aware of these things these days.  Maybe it’s a combination of all of this and more.  We still have our Confederate monument – maybe that’s what it is.

What I do know is that the wide open spaces of neighboring Texas is looking better to me every day. Give me five acres of land in the middle of nowhere, a few cows, a couple of goats, some dogs, and I’ll be perfectly happy.

I don’t want to live in a city where young, bright kids with a fine work ethic is shot down for defending his mother.

I don’t want any part of it.

Pat Austin blogs at And So it Goes in Shreveport.

I speak to Author Lisa Mladnich about the book Heads Bowed at the 2017 Catholic marketing Network event in Chicago

As you might guess from the venue you will find a plethora of wonderful people at the Catholic Marketing Network and the Catholic Writers guild, and in great group of people Lisa is one of the best.

You can find her website Amazing Catechists here, oh and Buy her book

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By John Ruberry

Last week the 50th anniversary of the five-day long Detroit Riot passed. Or uprising or rebellion, depending on who you speak with.

I’m going with the first one, riot. It started after midnight on July 23, 1967 in the city’s Virginia Park neighborhood when an illegal bar, known locally as a “blind pig,” was raided by Detroit police officers. After arresting 85 patrons who had gathered to celebrate the return of two soldiers from Vietnam, the cops were confronted by 200 more people who threw rocks and bottles at them. The police left and crowd started smashing windows and looting stores.

Which is why I’m calling it a riot.

Rosa Parks Boulevard and Clairmount in 2015

It took 17,000 people, a mixture of Detroit and state police officers, federal and national guard troops, and firefighters to quell the riot. Over 2,000 buildings were destroyed and 43 people were killed. Only the 1863 New York City Draft Riot and the 1992 Los Angeles Riot were worse among domestic urban disturbances. Many of the buildings that were laid waste were never rebuilt, and 12th and Clairmount–now Rosa Parks Boulevard and Clairmount–was like most of the rest of Detroit when I visited in 2015, forsaken and quiet.

Sure, there were solid reasons for black Detroiters to be angry 50 Julys ago. Police brutality was rampant in the Motor City, and as had thousands of blacks migrated there from the Deep South for automobile industry jobs, many whites made that northern trek too. And the latter brought their prejudices with them. Yes, many blacks had good-paying jobs with the Big Three but often they were clustered, make that segregated, into the less desirable segments of the assembly line, the sweltering foundries or the fumous paint rooms. After World War II urban renewal and expressway building came to Detroit, as it did in other major cities, but African-American neighborhoods were usually targeted for these “improvements,” which caused blacks to sardonically label these programs “negro removal.”

What the 1871 Chicago Fire was to that city, or the 1906 earthquake was to San Francisco, the ’67 riot was to Detroit. It’s a historical demarcation line. Only Chicago and San Francisco successfully rebuilt and emerged as better and more livable cities afterwards. After 1967 white flight accelerated in Detroit–and thousands of businesses followed. Jobs too. Crime soared. In 1960 Detroit had over 1.6 million residents–now there are fewer than 700,000 Detroiters.

Blogger at Detroit’s abandoned Packard plant

“The riot was the seminal moment in Detroit’s history, the point from which nothing would be the same,” the Detroit News’ Nolen Finley wrote eight days ago.

Riot or rebellion? If it was the last one, I know who lost. Detroit did.

But bankruptcy–and the confession of defeat–like an alcoholic finally admitting addiction–offers Detroit a chance to turn things around. When I stood on the corner of Clairmount and Rosa Parks two summers ago, there was no attestion of the historical significance of the site. But last Sunday a Michigan historical marker, “Detroit July 1967,” was dedicated there.

John Ruberry regularly blogs at Marathon Pundit.

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You might recall at the time of my review of The Doctor Falls, I commented on how horrible and contrived the ending was, basically the day being saved by the already unbelievable water God. This post is my alternative ending which I think is not only more plausible in terms of the mythology of Doctor Who but more in keeping with the entire theme of the Season.

We pick up the story from the point where Cyberbill is crying over the Doctor’s Body surrounded by destroyed Cybermen….


[Her own Cyber Body is badly damaged from the blast but she barely noticed it in her grief until suddenly the familiar VOORP VOORP of the TARDIS is heard as it materializes engulfing them and scraps of some of the Cyber bodies around them. Bill looks up and is shocked to see Missy at the controls. Missy has a far away look in her eyes as, she walks toward them.]

Bill: You! You came?

Missy: [her voice sounding slightly off] That Cyberbrain master of the obvious, [moving toward The Doctor] How bad is he?

Bill: (Still in tears) He’s dead.

Missy: [scoffing] Let someone who knows see, [Missy moves toward the Doctor who Cyberbill as put down and looks over him, a slight wince in her face as a tiny glow seems to come and go from it] Not quite but he soon will be, even with the TARDIS helping stabilizing him.

Bill: The TARDIS, [Light suddenly dawning] Wait a second. How DID you get the TARDIS here in the first place, come to think of it how did you get in the TARDIS?

Missy: [Sightly energized as she uses her best talking to idiots voice] I’d been doing maintenance on this ship remember, did you honestly think I wouldn’t build in a fail safe telepathic circuit link to me in case I needed it?

Cyberbill: Needed it, what, did the other one leave you behind?

Missy: [wincing] Not without exchanging gifts [moves to the counsel slightly staggering] There’s one chance, we have to jump start him.

Bill: Jump start him?

Missy: [Scrambling up toward the console] It’s the only thing left, if we can channel regeneration energy through the TARDIS into him in might be enough to bring him through. [She begins flipping switches, and grimaces in pain as her hands move over the console. Clearly something is wrong] There’s not enough power, moving through the Unstable time field drained too much and coming here took most of the rest. Without more power I can’t do it.

Bill: [a look of realization hits her face as she speaks Sounding both hopeful and serious] What about me? [Bill walked to Missy at the console The shot changes to the Cyberman Version of Bill and speaks with the Cybervoice] Can we channel what’s left of my internal power to do it?

Missy: That could work, If I siphon your internal power though the TARDIS it might boost the energy enough to work. But your cyber interface is too primitive to connect and I don’t have time to upgrade it, unless. [Picks up the head of a destroyed a Cyberman by it’s Handles] If we use this, wire you though it and it though the TARDIS we can do it, if you don’t care about surviving that is.

Cyberbill: [The shot returns to Bill’s face, she looks at the Doctor lying on the floor then down at her cyber hands and legs] Do it!

Missy: [grins and starts connecting things with a flourish] It never ceases to amaze me how he manages to find all these humans willing to die for him. I’ve never really understood it [ She doubles over with a cry of deep pain and gasps] until today.

Bill: [a look of concern on her face as she realizes something’s wrong with Missy] What’s going on?

Missy: Those ‘gifts’ we exchanged, they were going away presents

Bill: [A look of utter shock] You’re…

Missy: Yes. [Fumbling weakly toward a switch as she wraps a wire around her waist]

Bill: You mean he?..[with a say what face].Isn’t that…suicide?

Missy: [Raising her head it’s Glowing slightly she’s in obvious distress] Where did you think the regeneration energy was going to come from. [She claws forward connecting a cable to Cyberbill’s chest.] Got to hold it back just a little while longer.

Cyberbill: [Finally understanding that they’re making the same sacrifice] I’m sorry, I didn’t realize, you…

Missy: [With a slightly scornful look on her face like a miser caught secretly putting money in a poorbox] You’re not the only one. [half staggers and half crawls to the Doctor wrapping the final cables around his legs] It’s ready. [ In tremendous pain, she raise her head and looks at Bill. ]

Bill: [Nods.] Goodbye Missy.

Missy: [Nods back, Pulls herself up to the console, turns and looks at the Doctor. The shot slows, suddenly she’s deep in thought with the same look on her face as when she was talking about remembering all the people she ever killed] It’s funny. For millennia this was the moment I had dreamed of. The Doctor Dead, Me with his TARDIS, and nobody standing in my way. [Turns toward Bill] I killed him once you know.

Bill: [Suddenly worried] What?

Missy: [deep in thought] I was in a position to blackmail all of creation, life under my rule or death for them all. The only way he could stop we was to pull out a live cable hundreds of feet in the air with nothing else to hold onto. [ Transparent background shot of the 4th doctor pulling the cable out on the Pharos project in episode 4 of Logopolus] I watched him do it, saw him hang, lose his grip and fall. I laughed as he plummeted and lay there dying, with that ridiculous scarf around his neck and that stupid grin still on his face as his friends gathered around him. He died and took the Universe from me. The Universe.[stares at her glowing hands again brighter this time as if nothing will stop it] All I have to do is regenerate and everything I ever wanted for all my lives would be mine [suddenly with the “Evil Missy” look in her eyes] and nothing and nobody in the universe could stop me.

Bill: [Very worried.] Missy!

Missy: [With a tear in her eye] But now all I want is this! [She flips the switch, sparks and explosions fly from the console, The TARDIS , Missy, Cyberbill and the Cyberhead glow with the Regeneration energy. Missy screams in agony. Cyberbill screams and as she collapses suddenly the Cyberhead screams first with her voice and then a voice that slowly becomes mechanical. The column goes up and down, the console crackles and the doors swing open and the cyberhead with the last trace of Bill voice is swept into the Vortex, Handles and all, It will land in the Maldovan Market where Matt Smith’s Doctor will eventually find and adopt her. Missy dives forward closing the doors before the Doctor’s body glowing body can be swept into the vortex. The TARDIS stables and the energy dies down. She staggers toward the Doctor with the energy surging around him, collapses on top of him.]

The Doctor: [A tight shot on his face as he Opens his eyes. He sits up and sees Missy weak and almost lifeless lying over his legs. He looks at her in horror while she looks back and smiles.] Missy!

Missy: [whispering very weak] It worked, I knew it would.

The Doctor: [looks at the still sparking Tardis and cables then down] What have you done?

Missy: [still weak, no longer glowing] Couldn’t stand with you [smiles again], will this do?

The Doctor: [putting it all together, shocked] You didn’t have to do this, you could have regenerated the new you would have thought of something.

Missy: [whispering even weaker] We couldn’t take the chance, couldn’t count on a new me being willing to save you.

The Doctor: We? [Looks to the left and in horror sees Cyberbill’s lifeless form, sparks still coming from the chest unit] No, I’m not worth either one of you let alone both. [He cradles her head in lap ] Hang on

Missy:  [Reaching for his hand] Just for a bit.

The Doctor: [taking her hand in his anger and a trace of panic rising in him]All we’ve been through, we’ve come so far, YOU’VE come so far, I can’t lose you now! I won’t allow it!

Missy: [she smiles at him] You haven’t lost me, you saved me, [their hands slightly glowing together] I’m a part of you now.

The Doctor: [in a tone of resignation] Missy…I….

Missy: [ She looking lovingly at him, winks, and with her last breath] Say…something…nice. [and slumps away without regenerating]

The Doctor: NO!  [Completely overcome hugs her lifeless body sobbing uncontrollably, the shot widens encompassing them and Cyberbill’s body, the shot narrows again, the Doctor lays Missy’s head down stares at her wracked with both guilt and grief, and suddenly doubles over and falls down…

…and we cut back to the original at the point of his flashback of to his companions


That’s how I would have done it. Not only is it better but I think it would even give a proper excuse for him regenerating into a woman as both Bill and Missy’s energy is what triggers it.

I’d be interested opinions on this.

I spoke to Teresita “Teri” Ong about her book In the Footsteps of St. Therese.

You can buy her book at Amazon here

I still miss the great Cox and Forkum.

by baldilocks

Sometimes it’s necessary to remind people of how long I’ve been paying attention to politics/world events and that said events do not just occur out of the blue.

The following is from thirteen years ago, edited and altered because my commentary was originally directed at then-presidential candidate John Kerry, because some links are dead, and because some information needed links..

This weekend, it was reported that North Korea detonated *something* near the its border with China last week that allegedly produced a smoke plume in the shape of your basic mushroom. (

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Two Democrat presidents [Carter and Clinton] tried to appease the North Koreans in 1994 by bribing them into halting their nuclear aspirations. Well, the money got transferred and spent, the oil got used, the food got eaten—presumably by very few average North Koreans–but the cessation didn’t happen. The North Korean government may not be too up on feeding its “constituents” or developing its economy, but they certainly know a couple of marks when they see them.

These are the results of negotiating with a basket-case states with nuclear capability; terrorists, by another other name. As is so with Islamist terror, President Bush must also clean up after the botched policies offered in this area by leaders of the Democrat Party.

We see that Former President Obama’s gift to the mullahs of Iran had precedent. Just a coincidence, I’m sure.

This past week, North Korea launched yet another ‘intercontinental ballistic’ missile that landed in the Sea of Japan. Again.

I’m wondering how many missiles have been launched by Kim Jong Un, his father and his grandfather before him, since the Carter-Clinton Agreement in 1994.

It’s a safe bet that there will be more.

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From: theconservativetreehouse.com

So let’s start with the obvious: I wasn’t a fan of President Trump’s speech at the Boy Scout Jamboree. It started off OK, until he said “hell,” and then it went downhill. Personally, I’m more disappointed that he missed an opportunity for a great speech than with any one thing he said.

Now that is off my chest, here’s another thought: Catholic Churches need to stop abandoning Scouting. In fact, I’ll say that if you’re a Catholic Church and don’t have a Scouting program, you’re probably guilty of neglecting your parish’s young men.

Continue reading “Don’t abandon Scouting”

With the replacement of Renice Priebus we are seeing all of the “Trump in disarray” “Trump is doomed”, “Trump is a failure” memes trotted out again complemented by another set of poor arguments forecasting disaster. Most of the critiques are spurious but there is at least one that has basis in fact.

Of all the critiques of President Donald Trump that have come from the lips of the media there is one that is completely accurate, his polling numbers are less than one might desire in a president.  In fact if you look at the Real clear politics average of polling you will find that since the day he announced his candidacy to this moment Donald Trump has not had a single day when his favorable rating exceeded his unfavorable rating.  In fact he has not had a single day when his average favorable rating hit 45%.  Not one!

And if his personal ratings are bad his job approval ratings are even worse with a 14 point gap as of this writing and numbers that hit 46% one day of his presidency (Feb 4th 2017).

Given these polling figures augmented by “expert” pundits amplifying them, this special election cycle President Trump’s foes, like a gambling man seeing a run of cards he likes, bet millions these numbers meant the smart money was on defeat for this president and the party he leads.

Yet in every special election when polling numbers are replaced by actual voting numbers we have seen the President’s party prevail.  From Montana to Georgia and beyond, Trump keeps winning in defiance of what these poll numbers say.

The question is why? Is he beating the odds or are the polls wrong?

It would be no shock if the polls are suspect. Given the constant drumbeat of the press against Trump it would not be unwise to question the poll results they offer.

I think however there is something more than that going on and it comes down to two things we have seen from Donald Trump.

Firstly while he and his job approval numbers have been dismal the things the policies he supports are actually popular.  For example, his temporary travel ban while excoriated by the media in a poll at Politico hit 60% meanwhile Obamacare which he opposes, while enjoying its first ever surge of popularity since it was passed has never once hit 50% approval.

But what I really think has been the difference is Trump himself is a doer rather than a talker.  All his life President Trump, while famous for his showmanship has been a doer, a builder, a person who knows how to get things done.  You may not like him on a personal level, you may not approve of his tweets, but he’s all about doing things and it’s in the nature of things for people to go with doers.

Or to put in another way, when you need a set of breaks for your car your first criteria isn’t:  Is this mechanic likable?  , If you need a plumber to fix your toilet you don’t worry:  Does this plumber tweet the wrong things?   If you need minor surgery the #1 criteria to pick your surgeon isn’t:  Is this doctor “woke” to the media’s culturally approved gender norms?

No, what people want is a mechanic who knows how to fix breaks, a plumber who knows how to fix toilets and a surgeon who knows how to repair that hernia because if said mechanic, plumber or surgeon can’t do those things nothing else matters.

This is the real secret of the success of Donald Trump in the White House.  The polls can say what they want and the pundits can complain loudly, but as long as he gets laws passed, keeps getting judges approved, keeps American energy flowing and the economy booming, builds up the military and protects us from terror when it comes time for the American people to vote the smart money will be on him, Particularly as the Obamacare debacle demonstrates DC insiders seem determined to take credit for any failures that might take place