by baldilocks

Fran Poretto is an old blog friend of mine and, while I read his many excellent essays, I’d like to present a sample.

 In the Decalogue, we find the propositions that for many centuries constituted the definition of moral / ethical law for Western man:

  • Thou shalt not murder.
  • Thou shalt not commit adultery.
  • Thou shalt not steal.
  • Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.
  • Thou shalt not covet.

That handful of proscriptions, which are also known as the Noachide Commandments, was the basis of Western Civilization. Yes, we’ve added a few things along the way – no sex with animals, no crossing a double-yellow line, no wearing white after Labor Day or mixing primary colors during daylight hours, and so forth – but those had more to do with what’s seemly or tasteful than with what must be forbidden. You might not be willing to have dinner with someone who wears white after Labor Day, but you wouldn’t want to see him imprisoned or executed. (Would you?)

“Our Superiors” have discarded all of those proscriptions – on the basis of their claim of superior morality! They hold that our inferiority entitles them to do all those forbidden things to us…again, in the name of what they call “morality.”

You don’t think so? Have you listened to any of the Left’s media figures defend AntiFa? Have you heard them justify deliberate lying if it helps them to win power, or to put over some proposition about race, gender, or “climate change?” Have you totted up the number that have been caught with their hands in the cookie jar…or in the panties of some lissome young thing other than their wives?

This “superior morality” the Left claims bears no relation to the moral precepts on which our society is founded. That makes it difficult to evaluate…unless, that is, you consider American society to be largely good and worthy of defense.

There are some opinions of Fran’s with which I don’t agree – this one is not among that number — but he hasn’t lost his touch.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

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Monday morning was a contradiction, because Sunday had been so busy there had been no real time for the letdown of the high from Saturday’s Buffet Books and Blather event but as I hit the adoration chapel after daily mass there was a sense of urgency as Stacy’s TV appearance so I cut my prayer time down figuring I could get my decades in during the course of the day heading back to the house hoping that Stacy wasn’t completely in the zone.

This statement requires some clarity for those who have never shared a room with Robert Stacy McCain.  One Stacy McCain starts writing on a subject he enters a zone where it is nearly impossible to get his attention on anything else.  You won’t get him out of hotel room , you aren’t going get him to leave a McDonald’s to avoid the rush hour, and even getting out of the house for a TV appearance can be iffy.

Fortunately Stacy while writing had been pretty much prepared so when we left the house at 11 we figured there was plenty of time to make it to the studio in Worcester even when picking up gas for the car and a coffee for Stacy.  If only the traffic , namely the construction on I190 had cooperated, but in the end I dropped Stacy McCain off at the studio at noon on the button and headed over to the parking garage a block away and walked to the studio.

Stay was still out front, as Mrs. Finn was also delayed, when she did arrive her producer had still not arrived so it meant further delays but Stacy filled it with stories and conversation that continued to hold our host’s attention.

When he did arrive it was decided to tape a pair of shows back to back as this would be her only chance to have Stacy live in studio so they recorded two shows back to back but even with two shows it was impossible to cover all that Stacy had to say about feminism and culture.

When the shows were done it was time for more Mexican food. It turned out that the nearest restaurant was back across from the DCU center the site of yesterday’s event, so we walked the four blocks over. When we got there I was surprised to find Alan Napelton the head of the Catholic Marketing Network whose event I had covered in Chicago the previous month and who I had only managed to speak to for a few minutes the day before at the bar next to the place where we were seated. I took advantage of the moment to have the meeting that I had hoped to have the day before with him while Stacy shared a lunch with Mrs. Finn still regaling her with stories of which he has a seemingly inexhaustible supply.

When everyone was done eating it was getting pretty late in the day and we still hadn’t gotten to UMass Amherst which was on Mr. McCain’s “must do while I’m in Massachusetts list” so after saying our goodbyes to Mr. Napelton we hustled the five blocks back to the parking garage where we parted company with Mrs. Finn and headed west.

We arrived in Amherst near 6 pm and found ourselves at the Franklin Dining center where we got our bearings. As always the first thing we did was check out the bulletin boards to see what the feel of the place was and that fell wasn’t just left, but ultra ultra left.  Flyer after flyer advocated everything from the various gay, bisexual , Islamic, Socialist, and Transgender clubs but oddly not a single sign up or poster for the college republicans (we had our suspicions why but that’s for later in the story).

The plan was for Stacy to touch bases with the president of the college republicans and basically repeat what he had done at Harvard College the previous Thursday, however the delay in getting there complicated matters and the College republicans president was not available, however the VP of the college republicans had some free time so we drove over to her dorm area, picked her up and headed back to a lounge area where Stacy conducted an interview on audio.

And I interviewed Miss Bishop directly after Stacy on camera

where we discovered that the reason why there were no posters for sign ups for the college republicans is the no-hate on campus meme

Republicans and Americans excluded of course
that we saw plastered all over the place apparently doesn’t apply to the college republicans whose sign up posters were constantly torn down so as to make it a waste to put it up as nobody would ever be scolded or caught for it.

Apparently while we were at UMass Amherst on 9/11 the student body did not confine their suspension of the “no hate” policy to the GOP but extended it to the US itself:

The banner, which first caught students’ and officials’ attention yesterday morning, was slung above a doorway on Valentine Dining Hall and read in large, capital letters: “There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people,” a quote that is largely attributed to American historian Howard Zinn.

Below that was the phrase: “In honor of those killed and displaced by America’s so-called ‘war on terror.’ ”

There are 3000 Americans who might have taken umbrage at the “so called” in that banner that is if they hadn’t been slaughtered 16 years prior to the day.

But this was unknown to us at the time, for now we contented ourselves with our interviews discovering that like Harvard UMass had plenty of conservatives in the closet but unlike Harvard the percentage willing to go on record was 1/6 of 1% vs Harvard’s 2%.

However like the students at Harvard young miss Bishop defended both her school and the education she got there even though it seemed that when it came to college republicans clear love their alma maters said love was apparently not returned.

By the time we finished it was well after dark so after thanking Miss Bishop for giving us so much time on such short notice, we headed toward home stopping only in Gardner for one last Mexican meal and a chance to record one more segment for the podcast (available here) with Stacy while we had the chance.

For it would not be so many hours before we would be heading for the airport our adventures in Massachusetts concluded.

In the end we had covered the state several times, Boston, Cambridge, Lexington, Worcester, Amherst, Gardner Leominster and of course Fitchburg, we had put almost as many miles on my car as we did during the Scott Brown election (and said car died when it returned from taking Stacy home) and in addition to our events and speeches we had done some first class shoe leather reporting with the stories to back them up.

That above all else, made the week worthwhile, because first hand reporting and seeing things for yourself is what this business is all about. The gallery follows the Tip Jar Pitch.

Robert Stacy McCain in Massachusetts the Story so far:

9/15 Interviews from the EWTN Family Celebration in Worcester Williams, Warsaw, Grodi, Conroy, Radlicz and Pacwa
9/14 Robert Stacy McCain In Massachusetts Day 5: EWTN & Many Colleges
9/13 Robert Stacy McCain in Mass: Day 4: Buffet Books and Blather
9/11 Robert Stacy McCain in Mass Day 3: Tom Jones in Lexington
9/9 Robert Stacy McCain in MA Day Two: Shock and Awe at Harvard University
9/8 RSM in MA Day 2: Reverses, Feminists in NYU & The Kids at Espresso Pizza
9/6 Robert Stacy McCain Now in Massachusetts

At the Other McCain

9/12 Fear and Loathing at Logan International: Massachusetts is Depraved and Decadent
9/9 Feminism Is a Totalitarian Movement to Destroy Civilization as We Know It
9/8 VIDEO: Kent Haeffner, President of Harvard University College Republicans
9/7 Heading to Harvard Yard
9/6 Fear and Loathing and BWI


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In the very same way, on the strength of their dreams these ungodly people pollute their own bodies, reject authority and heap abuse on celestial beings. But even the archangel Michael, when he was disputing with the devil about the body of Moses, did not himself dare to condemn him for slander but said, “The Lord rebuke you!”

Yet these people slander whatever they do not understand, and the very things they do understand by instinct — as irrational animals do — will destroy them.

Woe to them! They have taken the way of Cain; they have rushed for profit into Balaam’s error; they have been destroyed in Korah’s rebellion.

These people are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without the slightest qualm — shepherds who feed only themselves. They are clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted — twice dead. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

Jude 8-13

We live in troubled times. Domestically, horrific wildfires are ravaging Oregon, Washington, and Montana. Texas is still working on sufficiently drying out from Harvey to initiate rebuilding. Irma is inexorably marching toward Florida. Across the Pacific, a madman plays with thermonuclear toys, working daily to facilitate throwing them at us. Europe wonders not if, but when and where the next crazed jihadist will slaughter innocents. The watchwords of our time are love and peace, yet we are engulfed by hatred and war.

On the line dividing fact and fiction
You’d like to stake your reputation
But the natural man has an addiction
To believe the worst of fabrications
And when the rumor is on the wire
It will be trial by fire

It’s a test of any man’s endurance
Just to survive the castigations
You hope and pray for some deliverance
As you turn to face the accusations
And when your future is on the line
What will your answers be?
Come to the question and state your case

Will you make or break it?
Choose your weapons well
Make or break it
Soon the toll will tell
All freedom has its price
Is this your paradise?

A mastermind of much illusion
Media controls the public reason
It terrifies with great confusion
And a power that fosters truth or treason

And when the rumor is on the wire
It will be trial by fire
And fact and fiction don’t mean a thing

Will you make or break it?
Choose your weapons well
Make or break it
Soon the toll will tell
All freedom has its price
Is this your paradise?

And many good men have fallen
With no defense from the fatal word
Is this a part of the American dream

Will you make or break it?
Choose your weapons well
Make or break it
Soon the toll will tell
All freedom has its price
Is this your paradise?

– “Make Or Break It”; words and music by Kerry Livgren

We also live in a time where self-aggrandizing political prattle reigns supreme. Wisdom and experience’s still small voice is drowning beneath tidal waves of loud obnoxious buffoons restating the obvious with vapid feigned insight. We are called to speak the truth in love. Instead, we continue to slobber the trivial in lavish tongue baths.

It is imperative for those of faith to proclaim Christ’s message boldly, unfailingly, and primarily. The public voice enjoys no division between secular and sacred. Jesus is not a fire alarm, ignored save in emergency situations. Nor is He a trophy displayed when it serves our purposes. Jesus is Savior, or He is not. Jesus is Lord, or He is not. He does not serve us when we pull Him off the shelf and dust Him off because we need more blog post hits or a bigger audience share. We are commanded to serve Him. We are commanded to love others as He loves us. We are commanded to proclaim His message. And no, churning out echo chamber copy does not qualify. Certainly politics matter. Decisions made by government affect us all. There is room and time for informed debate. Cutting and pasting news stories is neither debate nor informed. It is weak coattail riding.

It should be a shot across the bow that three teenage sisters have done more in one three minute video to proclaim Christ crucified and risen by being real than has been achieved in thirty thousand political blog posts. The luxury of shoving Jesus into a corner because we are too busy shoving ourselves into the spotlight as self-proclaimed pundits is no longer affordable. Now is the time to prioritize. A hurting, bleeding, dying world does not need another DACA rehash. It needs Jesus. It needs us, each of us, spreading the Good News while directly helping each other and stranger alike.

This is our call. Will you make or break it?

Stacy McCain Revere MA Sept 6th 2017
Revere Ma 12:36 PM

Despite downpours and lightning and the disapproval of the Daily Caller Mirror blog Robert Stacy McCain strode out of the Southwest Airlines arrival terminal just before Noon on Wednesday bags in tow and fedora proudly on his head to begin the first of seven days in Massachusetts.

Stacy being Stacy we immediately headed for the nearest McDonalds Ray Kroc memorial media center so he could unpack his laptop check his email and get a quick post up for the faithful waiting to see what he had in store for them and get a post up for the faithful folk who support shoe leather reporting so they can get the facts as they are vs as they’re spun.

He had already provided a sneak peek this morning of what to expect to those who are devotees of Gonzo journalism:

Packing up the car and driving seems to me the much more relaxing way to travel, because if you get behind schedule you just drive faster, and I enjoy driving fast. Our nation’s law enforcement establishment tends to take a different view of the matter, and the joy of doing 90 mph is tempered by the need to avoid detection. But I digress . . .

Harvard University is all upset about President Trump’s threat to end DACA, because there are about 65 illegal aliens at Harvard — the illegal elite, as it were. Harvard is America’s leading anti-American university. They love foreigners and hate anybody who was actually born here, unless maybe you’re gay or something. Yet it seems Harvard has accidentally admitted a few Republican students, and I got an email from one of them Tuesday night, offering to guide me across campus.

A greater clue to what is in store was in his carry on bag which I had expected to be stuffed with copies of his book but were instead filled with books of a different sort:

Hidden within was A veritable cornucopia of Feminist thought, written by feminist writers and assigned by Feminist professors in woman’s studies programs accross the nation. Books that young college student paying upwards of $60,000 a year for an education were taught from and in some cases required to buy.

This willingness to read what feminist authors actually write and what feminist professors actually teach, and the courage to quote those words in print as they are rather than how professional feminists choose to portray them had a lot to do with his banning from Twitter because if there is one thing that a totalitarian movement can’t abide is the unvarnished truth offered to counter propaganda.

This knowledge of what Feminism actually says in it’s own words is the driving force behind the “Sex Trouble” project and Stacy’s presentation of what he has discovered along these lines will be the topic of his presentation Sept 9th in Leominster Massachusetts at the event Buffet Books and Blather at the Tang Dynasty Restaurant 638 North Main Street Rte 12 Leominster (exit 31 B off of Route 2) which will be the highlight of his Massachusetts Trip.

For those of you who ant to learn about feminism as it is rather than as it’s portrayed and save $5 on the at the door price, Prebuy tickets are still available here It’s a great chance to get a signed copy of Stacy’s book, not to mention enjoying an excellent buffet and our round table discussion of the issues of the week featuring Stacy, the good folks from Granite Grok and the Worcester Tea Party, Dianne Ploss late of the 2016 Trump campaign and now head of of Act for America Boston and my humble self.

It promises to be a good time for all and given Stacy’s proclivity to seek out stories, likely the best chance for the faithful fan of Gonzo Shoe Leather Journalism and Robert Stacy McCain in particular catch him for at least a little while as he makes the rounds.

I’ll tell you one thing, it’s certainly not going to be a boring week.

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by baldilocks

As a few people may have noticed, I’ve been going back over posts from my old blog, which I started in 2003. One of the things which has hindered me in deciding what to write about is that, often, I feel like I’m repeating myself. But a long-time fan turned that notion around for me by reminding me that repetition is the vehicle of learning.

The following, from 2004,  is apropos of nothing popular in Social Media right now. Who knows when that will change? It could be seconds after you read it.


A guest asked the following questions about Islam, and the Koran.

juliette i’m not that familiar with the qu’ran. could you give me a citation for your reference?

could you also tell me if this type of activity is a constant over the history of the region? if we go back to 1905 for example, would we see someone lynched then?

finally, could you tell me how lynching and mass terrorism against african americans was able to continue for a full 100 years, without reference to the judeo-christian ethic?

Are Muslims following the tenets of their religion or ignoring same?

Let’s turn it around. During the heyday of white American terrorism of black Americans in the South, were white American Christians following the tenets of Jesus the Christ or ignoring them? If the latter was true, it isn’t too hard to figure it out how it could be so: the same way that present-day Christians ignore the tenets of their religion. You may be familiar with some of the “lesser” ways: lying, cheating, stealing, committing adultery, dishonoring one’s parents, etc. Or even worse, twisting the tenets of their religion to suit their own purposes.

This last sort of behavior shouldn’t have to be explained to anyone who steps out of his/her door in the morning. And failure to live up to one’s professed standards or twisting those standards to self-serving purposes isn’t a failing unique to those who are religious.

It took men of the Christian and Jewish faiths — black men, white men and others — to shame the bulk of white Americans into living up to the spiritual and secular ideals they professed to revere and cherish, whether it was “love thy neighbor as thyself” or the idea spawned from that, “all Men are created equal.”

Back to your first question: does it matter whether jihad started 35 years ago or three years ago? Here’s my point: there is nothing in Islamic doctrine that can be used to shame the Islamists to stop using terror in the attempt to achieve their aims. No Dr. Malik Shakir will come out of the Mosque holding up Muhammad as the “Prince of Peace” who commanded believers to turn the other cheek or take the two-by-four out of his own eye first. Why not? This is why:

“Slay the infidels wherever you find them, and take them captives and besiege them and lie in wait for them in every ambush. (Koran 9:5)

Fight against those who believe not in Allah, and those who acknowledge not the religion of truth [Islam], until they are subdued. (Surat At-Taubah 9:29)

Fight those who do not believe in Allah, nor in the latter day, nor do they prohibit what Allah and His Apostle have prohibited, nor follow the religion of truth, out of those who have been given the Book, until they pay the tax in acknowledgment of superiority and they are in a state of subjection. Allah is an enemy to unbelievers. (Koran 2: 98)

Again, Muslims who terrorize, lynch, burn, and enslave are merely living up to their credo, not ignoring or going against it. That’s why (besides fear of other Muslims) you haven’t seen any Muslims in large numbers publicly repudiating terror. (There are one billion Muslims, right?)

As a wise person said, when someone tells you that they want to kill you, believe them.

Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

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This is one of those “to tell the story I first have to tell you this story” posts, so please bear with.

During the early months of last year (February, to be precise), I posted a lengthy dissertation on my personal blog about my favorite guitar and its assorted adventures since coming into my possession a few years ago. Said guitar is a 1976 Gibson Les Paul Deluxe, which as noted in the aforementioned post is pretty much the absolute low end of desirability among electric guitar players/collectors in general and Les Paul aficionados in particulari. This holds firm even with the Les Paul being rivaled only by the Fender Stratocaster in terms of popularity among six-string gunslingers. Nevertheless, it is my instrument of choice.

In my case, I bought my Les Paul off of ebay (some hard-earned wisdom when it comes to guitar buying and ebay: don’t mix the two). It arrived sorely in need of some tender loving care, which after being applied transformed the guitar into a genuinely superb instrument despite all the slagging said model, made during said time period, usually receives.

Although it seems impossible given how you cannot find a rock’n’roll band of any stripe from the past forty-five years without a Les Paul being close at, if not in, hand, there was a time when Gibson dropped it from its product line due to years of steadily declining sales. Throughout nearly the entirety of the 1960s, not a single one was built. It was only in 1969 that demand created by the Eric Claptons and Jimmy Pages of this world among others reached a sufficient level for the guitar’s reintroduction, and even then haltingly; it would be two decades before new ownership both rescued Gibson from imminent demise and brought the Les Paul back in anything close to its original, highly prized form. How highly prized? The ones made from 1957 to 1960, after which production was halted, routinely command six figures, often with a crooked number leading the way.

Which leads from this story to the story, namely A.J. Delgado.

Ms. Delgado was, until the end of last year, a longtime member of conservative new media’s upper echelon. The daughter of Cuban immigrants, Ms. Delgado was an established lawyer before she started routinely gracing assorted high flyer publications and becoming a regular guest on political television. In last year’s Presidential election – which, by the way, is still over – she threw her support to Donald Trump, going so far as to directly work for his campaign. It was during this time period she met a man who also worked for the campaign, and as happens (not excusing it, just stating the facts) an office romance ensued. Yes, the man was married, but he swore to Ms. Delgado that he and his wife were separated. It later became apparent the man’s interpretation of what entails being separated from one’s spouse was quite different than the norm, as when Ms. Delgado informed him she was unexpectedly expecting, he responded with, “So is my wife.” Awkward.

After dropping a few quite unsubtle hints about what had been/was going on, Ms. Delgado went silent on social media for several months while most everyone who had feted her just weeks before dropped her like a hot potato. No more writing gigs. No more television appearances. It got to the point where a now thoroughly unemployed Ms. Delgado was forced to move in with her mother. She recently gave birth to a son, and has now re-emerged on social media talking not politics, but personal matters related to being a new, single mother.

A third element now enters the story, that being a story in and of itself: Jesus and the woman caught in adultery. When you read John’s account, note that there was no question of whether the woman was being falsely accused. She was guilty. The penalty for adultery under Mosaic law was being stoned to death. The law called for both guilty parties to be stoned to death, but apparently the man involved in this affair was either considered insufficiently guilty or was deemed inadequate for this exercise’s primary purpose which had nothing to do with following the law. It was an effort to trap Jesus in His own words. Say let her go, and Jesus would be violating the law. Say stone her, and all of Jesus’ words about forgiving sin and such would be exposed as hollow rhetoric. Let’s see you get out of this one, carpenter boy!

Jesus, rather than responding, said nothing; instead (depending on which translation you read) stooping over or sitting down on the ground and beginning to write in the dust with His finger. What He wrote was not recorded. Most theologians and such over the ensuing centuries have surmised Jesus was writing down a list of the sins committed by the would-be rock chuck gang. Could well be. Could also be He was writing, “Get ready to be disappointed, boys; you’re about to get the first and last word in mic drop a couple of thousand years before there are any mics to drop.” At this point Jesus stood up, said His famous few words about whoever was there that was without sin could go right ahead and start turning the adulteress into a miniature quarry, and resumed his writing as the crowd one by one dropped their stones in more ways than one and walked away, eventually leaving only Jesus and the adulteress.

Jesus, doubtless thankful that Richard Rosenblatt and Ritchie Cordell had not yet written “I Think We’re Alone Now,” asked what to the woman most likely seemed like a bizarre question: where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you? She stifled the temptation of responding, “Uh … don’t you see there’s no one here? Why are you asking me the obvious?” Instead, she replied with a simple, “No, Lord.” Presumably she had heard of Jesus before this moment; He was the talk of the nation. Perhaps she had even heard Him speak, or heard one of His disciples when Jesus sent them out to evangelize. Perhaps not. Nevertheless, even in her utterly terrified state – remember, just a few minutes before this moment she was going to be brutally executed – she realized the Man before her was far, far more than just another itinerant preacher. Jesus had done what no mere man could have done. He had saved her life.

Jesus then said, “Neither do I (condemn you). Go and sin no more.” Mull this over for a moment. Jesus neither condemned the woman for her actions nor condoned them. Instead, he offered mercy and grace accompanied by a stern warning: leave your past life behind. No more adultery. You should be dead right now. Instead, this is your chance to begin life anew. Don’t blow it. (It has long and often been surmised the woman was Mary Magdalene, who would later reappear in the Gospels, but there is no hard Scriptural evidence for this either yea or nay.)

By now, the logical conclusion is, “Ah-HAH! He’s comparing the story of Jesus and the adulteress to A.J. Delgado’s story!” Actually, no, although it does serve a purpose of illustrating why people should lay off the judgmental junk. The real comparison is between Ms. Delgado and the Les Paul guitar in general, my Les Paul Deluxe in particular.

Like the Les Paul, Ms. Delgado’s glory days, if you will, came before she went offline to focus on her new role as a single mom. Like the Les Paul on its first go-around, Ms. Delgado was shunned. Like my Les Paul Deluxe, since her reentry into the public realm Ms. Delgado has been considered as quite the lesser to her former self, having had an affair with a married man and having birthed a child out of wedlock. This time last year she was the hot hand, the prominent feature. Now, she changes diapers in solitude, the cameras and clamor having long departed.

It is easy to say Ms. Delgado is reaping what she has sown, thus eliminating the need to extend any of that love, grace, and mercy stuff. Sure, give her credit for not murdering … er, aborting her son when it would have been all too easy to do so, deny all rumors of an affair, and carry on with everything as before. Other than that, forget about it. And her.

There is another option.

One could try the neither condoning nor condemning tack. You know, what would Jesus do. Or, in this case, did. He offered the adulteress a fresh start, bringing her back literally from the brink of death and telling her you have another chance; don’t throw it away by throwing yourself into the wrong man’s arms again. He offered her grace and mercy. All she had to do was accept it and, going forward, walk with Him figuratively by her side, following His teachings and allowing herself to be transformed by His love. You know … like my Les Paul Deluxe when it was properly treated, changing it from a somewhat battered and thoroughly unwanted relic to something of immense value. At least to me. And certainly Ms. Delgado is of infinitely greater value than any guitar.

So what do you say? Maybe extend the same love, grace, and mercy to her God has extended to each of us? Maybe send her some encouraging words and lift her up in prayer? Maybe, just maybe, acknowledge that in devoting herself to her son Ms. Delgado is doing something of great value, something that deserves a tip of the cap to the person doing this thing?

C’mon. We can do it.

Let’s do it.

It’s easy to get lost in this world even while pursuing a clear objective. Running into so many trees you lose perspective regarding the forest as a whole; unwillingly embodying the old joke about how when you’re up to your neck in alligators difficulty ensues remembering the original objective was draining the swamp. It happens.

At such times it helps referring not to what you should be doing, but why you should be doing it. Clarity comes from purpose; purpose is rooted in core beliefs. With this in mind, time to look at the oft neglected cornerstone that should be at the heart of what we do in this odd little realm of blogs and social media.

Some years ago, back when I harbored hallucinations of joining cyberspace’s high rollers, I came up with what I called the four tenets of the blogging evangel. They were:

  1. The ability to broadcast an opinion neither elevates nor validates said opinion.
  2. Blog from and for the heart, not the wallet.
  3. Answer your email every time all the time.
  4. Never become what you profess to oppose. Never.

These are quite self-explanatory, methinks. Especially in noting how following them permanently relegated me to the blogosphere’s, and social media’s, far sidelines. But I digress. To brusquely summarize, the eighty-fifth post/status update/tweet today yelling about how Obama is a poooyhead and/or Trump is a meanypants, all while offering rip and read analysis from the same ripped and read mainstream news story everyone else has ripped and read, doesn’t add anything to the public discourse. Neither did the other eighty-four. Try finding something worth your, and the reader’s, time. Something that matters. Something that gives something more than bait with which to lure sycophants into boosting your visibility within the echo chamber. Have a reason worth considering.

Here’s mine.

I’ve been a Christian since 1975, and a passionate fan/supporter of Jesus Music/contemporary Christian music/whatever you want to call it since then. I spent several years from the late 1980s through the mid 1990s as a journalist covering the music scene, this time period including numerous interviews with, and feature stories written about, many of the genre’s top artists, all published in the era’s leading magazines.

I drifted away from the scene in the mid 1990s, disillusioned by several people involved in it at different levels and also extremely unhappy with myself and how I had occasionally acted. I came back to the music, and into a walk with Christ that was something more than lip service, in 2005 at a concert featuring several of the ’80s-’90s bands I had loved back in the day. I later interviewed many of the artists from that era and published my work in book form; info at http://godsnotdeadbook.com I also have an online radio show, with info for same at http://cephashour.com

The bands and artists I loved – Larry Norman, Undercover, The 77s, Daniel Amos, The Choir, and dozens more – were bold both musically and lyrically. They addressed subjects like failed relationships, death, suicide, racism, sexual perversion, and other topics usually considered too hot for discussion within Christian circles. They did so understanding and accepting it would permanently put them on the outer fringe of Christian music; minimal airplay, far fewer concert opportunities, a lot fewer Christian bookstores carrying their records. But they did it anyway, because it was their calling.

I don’t listen to much current music of any genre; don’t have as much patience or time as once was the case to seek out the latest and greatest. I’m sure there’s some terrific new Christian rock and pop out there. But I will always hold on to my beloved classic Christian rock. It truly is the soundtrack of my life, and it has been a faithful companion in my walk with Christ. It remains vital and fresh. It can, and does, still bless people. Promoting it, getting and keeping it out there, is my purpose in the online world. It is my fundamental.

What’s yours?

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I had to be very careful with my search terms when looking for this image.

For the second part of this series, consider the uproar surrounding Dana Loesch’s NRA-produced video challenge to the New York Times, where she says this:

“We the people” have had it. We’ve had it with your narratives, your propaganda, your fake news. We’ve had it with your constant protection of your democrat overlords, your refusal to acknowledge any truth that upsets the fragile construct that you believe is real life. And we’ve had it with your pretentious, tone-deaf assertion that you are in any way truth or fact-based journalism.

Consider this the shot across your proverbial bow. We are going to fisk the The New York Times and find out just what “deep and rich” means to this old gray hag, this untrustworthy, dishonest rag that has subsisted on the welfare of mediocrity for one, two, three, more decades. We’re going to laser-focus on your so-called “honest pursuit of truth.”

In short, we’re coming for you.

Emphasis mine, for an important reason.

As Amy Alkon points out, ‘fisk’ is an old-school conservative blog term. For all you grammarians out there, it’s verb and it can be transitive or intransitive.

Here’s a simple definition and a short etymology. See also: Robert Fisk.

To criticize and refute (a published article or argument), especially in point-by-point or line-by-line fashion on a blog.

Many who are unaware of the coinage inserted their own word into the breach (no pun intended): fist, a word which has had its own recent redefinition, a sexual one from another insular subculture–gay men.

So it was that this particular Cat 5 storm was set in motion, where people are aghast that someone would want to “fist” the New York Times. CNN’s Mark Herling has even dropped a dime on Loesch — presumably to the FBI –for “threatening Americans and institutions.” I’ll leave off from any jokes about rebuttals.

As an effective spokeswoman for gun rights and for the NRA, Loesch is a perennial target for those who would see those rights infringed and is adept at pushing back. But the most telling parts of this latest storm need to be spelled out.

  • That some online critics pretend that they’ve never heard of the verb “to fisk,”
  • That other online critics actually have never heard of it, and
  • That members of both sets of critics are quick to jump to sexual innuendo-type conclusions, projecting their own deviant mindset onto others, notably in this case, a heterosexual, married woman. All weapons are fair in the destruction of an enemy’s reputation — except guns, of course.

The most important factor, however, is that MSM entities like the New York Time are being called out by Loesch and by many others … our host, for example.

The MSM goal is to drown out that message in all the fisk/fist outrage and that goal has been reached.

Or has it?

Part Three’s topic: Googlegate. Maybe. By Saturday — my next day to post — it’s a safe bet that there will be a more current Social Media Hurricane.

Part One is here.

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Juliette Akinyi Ochieng blogs at baldilocks. (Her older blog is located here.) Her first novel, Tale of the Tigers: Love is Not a Game, was published in 2012. Her second novel tentatively titled Arlen’s Harem, will be done one day soon! Follow her on Twitter and on Gab.ai.

I spoke to writer Patti McGuire Armstrong at the 2017 Catholic Marketing Network

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

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