Don't Ask Don't Tell is a policy with a twisted attack-agenda, manipulating those it protects into being against it.
It's like teaching black people to think it's a 'good thing' to be as 'different' as culturally possible, then blame blacks, behind their backs, for being 'against integration.'
It's the left-over mentality which drove the Jim Crow mindset.
A testimony to social evolution. Controlled. Manipulated. Instigated. By design. Intelligent design, at that. Go figure. (*smirk*)
And somebody has hacked my blog yet again, deleting posts, again. This harassment is endless.
" ... nine out of 10 lesbian, bisexual and transgender middle and high school students report having been harassed.
The extent to which the public revelations of Clementi's sexual encounter influenced his decision to take his own life remains to be fully understood. But his death comes on the heels of several recently publicized suicides among younger gay teens who were bullied and humiliated at school:
Seth Walsh, a 13-year-old from Tehachapi, Calif., hanged himself from a tree in his backyard. Authorities say other teens had taunted the boy for being gay. He died Tuesday afternoon after nine days on life support.
Asher Brown, 13, an eighth-grader in Houston, fatally shot himself in the head last week after enduring what his mother and stepfather said was constant harassment from four other students at his school for being gay.
Billy (William) Lucas, 15, a student at Greensburg Community High School in Greensburg, Ind., was found dead after he reportedly hanged himself in a barn at his grandmother's home last Thursday evening. Friends said the torment that Lucas endured included taunts that questioned his sexual orientation. -- source: http://abcnews.go.com/Health/MindMoodNews/rutgers-suicide-latest-linked-gay-humiliation/story?id=11766816
These are not 'good people,' that do these things, that inspire these things, then blame their victims. It's like caging, ensnaring an animal, poking it with a stick merely to instigate, to provoke, to antagonize a reaction, not enough reaction? Get a sharper stick and poke harder, then blame one's victim when s/he/it freaks-out and either kills himself and/or everyone around 'em.
-- then hold candle-light vigils, sing songs, hold hands, pray to 'jesus', hugging and crying for the cameras, claiming how 'unconditionally loving' they all are ...
And then print-up and distribute a bunch of flyers and literature, magazine articles and news stories in the heavily religious-oriented media, claiming that the 'evil of homosexuality is the cause of these deaths, they bring it upon themselves.'
That's how gross it truly is. How hateful it truly is. How dishonest, how instigated, practiced, preached, taught, learned-behavior and institutionalized hatred truly is in this, the so-called land of the free.
Don't Ask Don't Tell, repealing it, is the generational-spanning HOPE of the hateful to have those they hate 'out' themselves, make a database of NAMES, the GENOCIDE LIST of the unconditionally hateful. All those 'positive-people' crusading against their concocted 'negatives' to be hammered against merciless positive-cross-signs in blatant anti-christ messaging, in disguise.
IS YOUR NAME ON THE LIST?
Why does Meg Whitman run for Governor? Is the company she helped build, that proves that people are more important than PAPER, reducing paperFAKEwork, advocate harassment of those 'on the list' in disguise?
Why haven't they fixed it? I can't even contact it -- they made it impossible via their hacking, their hatred, their harassment.
It's a far-reaching cult -- many caught-up in it, doing and saying things they normally wouldn't without a single clue as to the agenda they are truly promoting.
We need more Meg Whitman's in the world. Perhaps she'll have the courage to confront that cult, that cult mentality.
Heaven is a mindset, an attitude. A place where all your dreams come true. Where everything you like and enjoy exists, and all you do not doesn't. That's the biblical version of heaven, not a 'place' in an indisclosed off-planet location disorted by Higher-Ed mindphukery into some 'translocated psuedo-reality that replaces Earth,' as that would imply that Earth itself is literally the center of the universe, proving those saying it are spewing 'reasonable-sounding' garbage as usual without even thinking about it, as usual.
In my version of 'heaven,' the person I always wanted, wanted to be with, enjoys my company, loves me, accepts me, and all whom disagree aren't in it. :lol: Isn't that yours too? Isn't it in everybody's wish for a 'heaven' -- a place you'll 'end-up' because in reality that's not real during your real life, EVEN WHEN WE TELL OURSELVES IT IS?
Some people are taught that the 'perfect place to be' is off-planet, in an indisclosed-location called 'heaven,' and there will be 71-virgins to command, begging you to fuck 'em. Sounds hellish to me, but I kinda-sorta 'understand' the psuedo 'appeal' -- how it could be construed as 'appealling' to some, perhaps many young men and old men alike. But one particularly awesome person, being with that one, is enough 'heaven' for me, and I don't give a flying fuck if she's a 'virgin' or not.
-- and 'commanding' her is not 'heavenly' by any means. Far from it.
Meg Whitman: WHAT IS 'heaven' TO YOU and how does that have anything at all to do with REALITY?
Kind Regards,
Clayton Winton
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Meg Whitman Gets Lashed
See it in the news? Someone coached by a high-profile lawyer to fake 'wounds' from paper? From words? Words as FAKE 'weapons' with FAKE 'injuries' and FAKE 'spilling-of-blood' and FAKE 'victimhood' with FAKE 'villains' to BLAME? See it?
Meg Whitman is running for Governor of California. Made-out to be that 'villain.' That 'bitch.' That 'evil-doer' that put human dignity above paperwork, that gave more importance to honest labor than the concocted excuses to deny opportunities based-upon words -- the same words later used to fake 'victimhood' by.
As a result, for proving that humans, that humanity is of higher-priority than paper, Meg Whitman gets lashed, 40-lashes a day -- just forty more -- hated for trying.
The sun glared against my dirty windshield at a stop light in Los Angeles and an entrepreneurial type ran forward and offered a quick cleaning for a mere dollar. I was quite thankful and gave her two. "Gracias!" I said. According to Higher-Ed cultists, that's a violation of paperwork laws. "Papers! Papers!" like Sgt. Schultz of Hogan's Heroes' re-runs. All the lives put at risk by motorists with vision-wind-screen obstruction issues be damned -- paperwork is of 'higher-priority', therefore anybody that hires someone to fix the bug smears and smog-residue is 'guilty of the felonious blasphemy of hiring un-paperworked heathens and heretics and infidels.'
You know the chant, how 'positive' they are, "positive-minded," and "positive-attitude" and "positive-development" as they crusade against humanity and society, their positive-cross-signs marching on before, pessimistically tunnel-vision focusing perceiving flaws, 'negatives' to hammer against their merciless positive cross signs, figuratively. Figurative carpentry, using the points of their own hypocritical forked-tongues as nails. Can't say anything for the moment you do, you're hated as 'negative.' "You're so negative! We don't have to listen to you!" -- but, of course, it's worded, "They're so negative -- we don't have to listen to people like that," behind your back, like the positive sniping cowards they truly are.
-- never understanding the first concept of crucifiction, the religious characterization of the concept of 'christ' itself -- never understood the most basic, fundamental aspects of it. Even while holding candle-light vigils, praying to 'jesus,' and 'proclaiming' and 'professing' their faith for the photo-op within their communities or on TV. Never understood the most basic elements of any of it -- just spewing the words, mindlessly. ATTACK OF THE CLONES!
You're not supposed to be 'positive.' It divides communities, teams, families, countries, worlds into endless squabbling tribes, 'positives' against 'negatives,' and each label each other the opposite, using the same words. Utter futility. The formula for holocaust. A pop-psychology fad of imminent destruction -- a hoped-for doom, with the most obvious outcomes, always, holocaust, genocide, termination, murder, violence, hate. Therefore the formula for hate. And why it's called DeathWorship to teach that 'positive' is a 'good thing.' You can't say anything to 'positive' people. Everything you say is used against you, twisted, distorted, sensationalized, revised, psychotically. That's why it's brainwashing. Be healed of it. Please.
We are all called upon to be ambassadors, of our country if elsewhere in a foreign land; of our families if visiting other families; of each other if spokespeople or representatives of companies or governments; priests of our churches; advocates of human dignity and equality. Are you REAL or FAKE? Can't have it BOTH WAYS.
Meg Whitman gave a poor person, AN EQUAL HONEST FELLOW HUMAN the opportunity to earn some money, human dignity, sovereignty of being, of higher-priority than PAPER. Perhaps she could have paid her more. Perhaps she could have provided vision and dental and free-trips to seminars in the tropics, room and board and chauffered transportation like Higher-Ed cultists demand from WeThePeople to pay higher-taxes to cover those types of costs to their own legislated-tyranny cabal? (word it any way you desire, spell it any way you want, the CONCEPTS are CLEAR ENOUGH!)
Parables ramble a bit. Bounce-around with multiple ideas. A parable is a concept, characterized in a story. The characters are only 'real' in the sense that everybody knows somebody 'like that,' or in a 'similar situation' as that -- or has been there themselves or will be. That's how we learn from parables -- how NOT to be, in order to protect ourselves, or provide for the common wealth and profitability and welfare of all people equally, public and private.
No parable has only 'one' interpretation or 'meaning.' The concept can be applied in countless situations, tangentially. Same with the very concept of 'christ' itself. There are numerous ways to explain it. To word it. To view it. To analyze it. To share it. To refute it. To discuss it. To fascinate over it. To marvel over it. To learn from it.
And that's the BOTTOM_LINE right there -- to learn, share, GROW through PEACE, by not being 'positive' and concocting the excuse of PAPERS! (Sgt Schultz) as the INCONVENIENT TRUTH" to HATE and DIVIDE each other.
I'm a REAL PRIEST. Not a FAKE 'priest.' A REAL ADVOCATE -- not a FAKE 'advocate.'
Kind Regards,
Clayton Leon Winton
Meg Whitman is running for Governor of California. Made-out to be that 'villain.' That 'bitch.' That 'evil-doer' that put human dignity above paperwork, that gave more importance to honest labor than the concocted excuses to deny opportunities based-upon words -- the same words later used to fake 'victimhood' by.
As a result, for proving that humans, that humanity is of higher-priority than paper, Meg Whitman gets lashed, 40-lashes a day -- just forty more -- hated for trying.
The sun glared against my dirty windshield at a stop light in Los Angeles and an entrepreneurial type ran forward and offered a quick cleaning for a mere dollar. I was quite thankful and gave her two. "Gracias!" I said. According to Higher-Ed cultists, that's a violation of paperwork laws. "Papers! Papers!" like Sgt. Schultz of Hogan's Heroes' re-runs. All the lives put at risk by motorists with vision-wind-screen obstruction issues be damned -- paperwork is of 'higher-priority', therefore anybody that hires someone to fix the bug smears and smog-residue is 'guilty of the felonious blasphemy of hiring un-paperworked heathens and heretics and infidels.'
You know the chant, how 'positive' they are, "positive-minded," and "positive-attitude" and "positive-development" as they crusade against humanity and society, their positive-cross-signs marching on before, pessimistically tunnel-vision focusing perceiving flaws, 'negatives' to hammer against their merciless positive cross signs, figuratively. Figurative carpentry, using the points of their own hypocritical forked-tongues as nails. Can't say anything for the moment you do, you're hated as 'negative.' "You're so negative! We don't have to listen to you!" -- but, of course, it's worded, "They're so negative -- we don't have to listen to people like that," behind your back, like the positive sniping cowards they truly are.
-- never understanding the first concept of crucifiction, the religious characterization of the concept of 'christ' itself -- never understood the most basic, fundamental aspects of it. Even while holding candle-light vigils, praying to 'jesus,' and 'proclaiming' and 'professing' their faith for the photo-op within their communities or on TV. Never understood the most basic elements of any of it -- just spewing the words, mindlessly. ATTACK OF THE CLONES!
You're not supposed to be 'positive.' It divides communities, teams, families, countries, worlds into endless squabbling tribes, 'positives' against 'negatives,' and each label each other the opposite, using the same words. Utter futility. The formula for holocaust. A pop-psychology fad of imminent destruction -- a hoped-for doom, with the most obvious outcomes, always, holocaust, genocide, termination, murder, violence, hate. Therefore the formula for hate. And why it's called DeathWorship to teach that 'positive' is a 'good thing.' You can't say anything to 'positive' people. Everything you say is used against you, twisted, distorted, sensationalized, revised, psychotically. That's why it's brainwashing. Be healed of it. Please.
We are all called upon to be ambassadors, of our country if elsewhere in a foreign land; of our families if visiting other families; of each other if spokespeople or representatives of companies or governments; priests of our churches; advocates of human dignity and equality. Are you REAL or FAKE? Can't have it BOTH WAYS.
Meg Whitman gave a poor person, AN EQUAL HONEST FELLOW HUMAN the opportunity to earn some money, human dignity, sovereignty of being, of higher-priority than PAPER. Perhaps she could have paid her more. Perhaps she could have provided vision and dental and free-trips to seminars in the tropics, room and board and chauffered transportation like Higher-Ed cultists demand from WeThePeople to pay higher-taxes to cover those types of costs to their own legislated-tyranny cabal? (word it any way you desire, spell it any way you want, the CONCEPTS are CLEAR ENOUGH!)
Parables ramble a bit. Bounce-around with multiple ideas. A parable is a concept, characterized in a story. The characters are only 'real' in the sense that everybody knows somebody 'like that,' or in a 'similar situation' as that -- or has been there themselves or will be. That's how we learn from parables -- how NOT to be, in order to protect ourselves, or provide for the common wealth and profitability and welfare of all people equally, public and private.
No parable has only 'one' interpretation or 'meaning.' The concept can be applied in countless situations, tangentially. Same with the very concept of 'christ' itself. There are numerous ways to explain it. To word it. To view it. To analyze it. To share it. To refute it. To discuss it. To fascinate over it. To marvel over it. To learn from it.
And that's the BOTTOM_LINE right there -- to learn, share, GROW through PEACE, by not being 'positive' and concocting the excuse of PAPERS! (Sgt Schultz) as the INCONVENIENT TRUTH" to HATE and DIVIDE each other.
I'm a REAL PRIEST. Not a FAKE 'priest.' A REAL ADVOCATE -- not a FAKE 'advocate.'
Kind Regards,
Clayton Leon Winton
Friday, September 17, 2010
Welcome Father Fernando
Papal Visit to the UK -- (Defending The Pope, Part-XXX)
Is the Pope in danger?
Yes.
As are all priests. Nuns, too. Disciples.
Another bombing. Another murder. Another act of terror. Another conspiracy to inspire hatred against others, thusly dividing communities, families, teams, companies and countries into ever-increasing numbers of squabbling TRIBES, instead of UNITING 'tribes,' teams, families, countries, worlds through PeaceOnEarth, as commanded (or at least desired).
Any excuse will do for positive(s) to hatefully crusade against 'negatives' and hammer their so-called 'equal-fellow-citizen-beloved-neighbors' against merciless positive-cross-signs -- the TRUE and ONLY VALID definition of the very concept of crucifiXtion (regardless of spelling), and why those priests and nuns and Popes put their lives at risk to reduce the propensity of those formulamatic DIVIDES in the first place.
+1-1=0
-- translation: a positive one and a negative one equals nothing, hate, death, therefore DeathWorship, so don't be that way, otherwise one is engaging in the formula for divides, the formula of anti-christ messaging -- so don't be that way. Don't get caught-up in the 'sounds-reasonable' Higher-Ed pop-psychology lingo that 'positive' is a 'good-thing,' -- it isn't, never was, never will be.
Father Fernando gave his first Sunday homily (sermon) at St. Catherine's on September 5th, 2010. But let me firstly address the Sunday Bulletin from Sunday, September 12, which said that Father Fernando was in need of a bicycle in good condition. After mass, I went home, put one of my most prized-possessions into the back of my old beat-up pickup, and immediately returned to St. Catherine's to present it to Father Fernando. A bicycle I worked hard to earn the money for -- put on lay-a-way while working in a fish factory in Sitka, Alaska, dividing the fish to feed the masses, therefore a most appropriate bicycle for Father Fernando.
-- a very safe bike, too. With safety head-lamp and rear-lights, reflectors, a good seat, fat tires, and a removeable basket with a handle to carry books or groceries. It can be carried right into the store to reduce the land-fill waste of plastic grocery bags which clog sewers too, making utilities ever-more expensive. A great bicycle indeed.
-- damaged by Alaska airlines. Slightly.
-- I'll have to buy a new rear fender for Father Fernando's gift, eventually, when I can afford it. But the bike is still ridable -- and very safe -- the fender just rattles a bit and has some dents, and one wheel is slightly out-of-round. I'll replace those for him when I can afford it, but the vehicle itself is in great condition and very safe, regardless.
-- the bike itself is a bright color for added safety. That's most important. And painted with a reflective paint. Like I said -- it's a great bike. I also installed a bell to alert animals and pedestrians. That's very important also. And a special locking cable for theft prevention.
But Father Fernando had already departed. Anyway, some people were still there and they helped me lock it up inside. The bulletin said he would be gone the entire week, so I've yet to talk with him and tell him about all the bike's added features. And tell him that if someone offers a bike more suited for his purposes, then please not accept my gift, as it's a very special prize-possession of mine, otherwise a no-strings-attached gift to him. I think that goes without saying, common-sense, but I want to make sure we have a conversation about it eventually.
New priests get alot of critical remarks. None are 'perfect.' Nobody is. If they were as judgmental as the 'flocks' there wouldn't be any parishes. Only 'on-paper,' that is. :lol:
He's gonna have a hard time here. And relocating is always hard. Always. He doesn't have a support-system, outside of new people, here, to offer him a supportive figurative shoulder. IS THAT YOU? Or burdens, to depress him. IS THAT YOU?
That doesn't mean he can't be disagreed with. On the contrary, good discussion, conversation, is the sharing of diversity in peace, without faking 'wounds' from wounds, from dissent.
Which brings to his first Sunday homily, because I DISSENT. Doesn't mean I hate him. Or hope for his failure. Or that bad things befall him. I just disagree with the topic, his interpretation of the topic, that is, I think it's wrong. Not that HE HIMSELF is 'wrong' -- but that that particular way of opining about that particular topic is not accurate.
-- see how that works? It's very simple.
That said, I must also mention Father Fernando's accent, as English is not his first language. Perhaps it's a second-language, but could be a third, or fourth or fifth -- I don't know for sure, but I do know that his education includes more than two. Obviously.
I've worked with people from all over the world. When I work with someone who speaks English as a second or third language, it takes awhile for my ear to atune to their use of English. You know how some people say 'ant' and others 'aunt'? Sometimes your brain ponders the pronunciation and searches your internal database of possible definitions of that one word, your focus consumed in it -- and then misses the remainder of the sentence or paragraph. "Huh?" "What?" "Would you say that again, please?" And they look at you as though you may have some type of mental-problem -- are stupid or something, then repeat it, slower, as if you as a person are 'slow.'
-- ever done it? most have.
But stupidity has nothing to do with it. Nor does auditory issues. Nor cognative processing issues. It's your ear atuning to their use of language, your brain databasing new ways of pronouncing common words, filing that info away for future reference in the event you hear the word(s) pronounced or used in that manner again.
It takes awhile. When working with people from around the world, even on a full-time basis, it can take a matter of weeks. It takes time. Doesn't mean you are stupid -- or slow -- or that they are 'aggravating' to listen to. It's called 'acceptance of diversity' for a reason, and you prove it each and every moment, in very small ways throughout your life.
In both Latin and Greek, especially Greek translated into Latin, there is a problem with finding direct-corresponding words for concepts presented in the original Greek. Father Brian (last-name?, I forgot) mentioned that during a Sunday homily a couple months ago, that there are four words in Greek for the single English word 'love' in our modern use of the language, therefore the concepts get blurred --- confused -- missing the original intent, distorting it -- erasing it. For example, when you say you love your friends or love children, that is a completely different concept than saying you love your girlfriend or boyfriend or spouse. Tangentially related to the concept of 'love' -- in the sense that it's not intolerance, not war, therefore not hate, not wishing misery and doom against those friends and children, but has nothing to do with sexual attraction or romance. Yet we use the same word. Greek doesn't. It has absolute concrete disctinctly different words so that nobody can ever accuse you of having some weird sexual-motivations for loving your friends or children or neighbors or anybody else.
That's why I call today's English, "IdiotLanguage_101." Where you use the same words to describe your sexual-motivations and your compassionate ministrations; where you are ridiculed while being complimented and vice versa; where you are 'positive' in your diagnosis of cancer, or HIV or drug use or mental-illness, but be 'positive' is a 'good-thing' (which is an intentional misuse of English by Higher-Ed to profit from atop of the rubble, misery and grief of their own psychotic instigation, their own HATE).
Recognizing it, then addressing it, striving to do it no more, is the lesson in the reading from the letter of Saint Paul to Philemon and the corresponding Psalm and passage from Luke 14:25-33, which is why I disagree with Father Fernando. It's never a 'good thing' to hate. And substituting the word 'intolerant' as an excuse for it, to 'soften' the concept of the word-use, 'hate,' only obfuscates that fact.
That's not why I gave Father Fernando a bicycle. :lol:
Like I said, I love that bike -- I ride it nearly every day -- and now, with all the walking I must do from one end of my property to the other, I tell myself, "wish I had a bicycle with a basket," before loading-up with some tools or 'stuff' I need at the other end of my property and walking back. A sacrifice. That's what gifts are -- no strings attached -- out of love -- respect -- to welcome one who has a whole lot of obstacles set before thee, in the true tradition of communities, parishes welcoming new priests for millennia.
I use the head-lamp, which is removable, one of those many-bulbed LCD lamps, as a flash-light, to find the light-switch and see where it's safe to walk on the rough terrain of my property, or point-out the odd-sounds lurking in the forest. I'll have to buy a new flashlight, eventually. But keeping Father Fernando safe, is more important than my convenience(s).
See how that works?
And that's why governments do it for Papal visitations, too.
Kind Regards,
Clayton Leon Winton -- HFA
Is the Pope in danger?
Yes.
As are all priests. Nuns, too. Disciples.
Another bombing. Another murder. Another act of terror. Another conspiracy to inspire hatred against others, thusly dividing communities, families, teams, companies and countries into ever-increasing numbers of squabbling TRIBES, instead of UNITING 'tribes,' teams, families, countries, worlds through PeaceOnEarth, as commanded (or at least desired).
Any excuse will do for positive(s) to hatefully crusade against 'negatives' and hammer their so-called 'equal-fellow-citizen-beloved-neighbors' against merciless positive-cross-signs -- the TRUE and ONLY VALID definition of the very concept of crucifiXtion (regardless of spelling), and why those priests and nuns and Popes put their lives at risk to reduce the propensity of those formulamatic DIVIDES in the first place.
+1-1=0
-- translation: a positive one and a negative one equals nothing, hate, death, therefore DeathWorship, so don't be that way, otherwise one is engaging in the formula for divides, the formula of anti-christ messaging -- so don't be that way. Don't get caught-up in the 'sounds-reasonable' Higher-Ed pop-psychology lingo that 'positive' is a 'good-thing,' -- it isn't, never was, never will be.
Father Fernando gave his first Sunday homily (sermon) at St. Catherine's on September 5th, 2010. But let me firstly address the Sunday Bulletin from Sunday, September 12, which said that Father Fernando was in need of a bicycle in good condition. After mass, I went home, put one of my most prized-possessions into the back of my old beat-up pickup, and immediately returned to St. Catherine's to present it to Father Fernando. A bicycle I worked hard to earn the money for -- put on lay-a-way while working in a fish factory in Sitka, Alaska, dividing the fish to feed the masses, therefore a most appropriate bicycle for Father Fernando.
-- a very safe bike, too. With safety head-lamp and rear-lights, reflectors, a good seat, fat tires, and a removeable basket with a handle to carry books or groceries. It can be carried right into the store to reduce the land-fill waste of plastic grocery bags which clog sewers too, making utilities ever-more expensive. A great bicycle indeed.
-- damaged by Alaska airlines. Slightly.
-- I'll have to buy a new rear fender for Father Fernando's gift, eventually, when I can afford it. But the bike is still ridable -- and very safe -- the fender just rattles a bit and has some dents, and one wheel is slightly out-of-round. I'll replace those for him when I can afford it, but the vehicle itself is in great condition and very safe, regardless.
-- the bike itself is a bright color for added safety. That's most important. And painted with a reflective paint. Like I said -- it's a great bike. I also installed a bell to alert animals and pedestrians. That's very important also. And a special locking cable for theft prevention.
But Father Fernando had already departed. Anyway, some people were still there and they helped me lock it up inside. The bulletin said he would be gone the entire week, so I've yet to talk with him and tell him about all the bike's added features. And tell him that if someone offers a bike more suited for his purposes, then please not accept my gift, as it's a very special prize-possession of mine, otherwise a no-strings-attached gift to him. I think that goes without saying, common-sense, but I want to make sure we have a conversation about it eventually.
New priests get alot of critical remarks. None are 'perfect.' Nobody is. If they were as judgmental as the 'flocks' there wouldn't be any parishes. Only 'on-paper,' that is. :lol:
He's gonna have a hard time here. And relocating is always hard. Always. He doesn't have a support-system, outside of new people, here, to offer him a supportive figurative shoulder. IS THAT YOU? Or burdens, to depress him. IS THAT YOU?
That doesn't mean he can't be disagreed with. On the contrary, good discussion, conversation, is the sharing of diversity in peace, without faking 'wounds' from wounds, from dissent.
Which brings to his first Sunday homily, because I DISSENT. Doesn't mean I hate him. Or hope for his failure. Or that bad things befall him. I just disagree with the topic, his interpretation of the topic, that is, I think it's wrong. Not that HE HIMSELF is 'wrong' -- but that that particular way of opining about that particular topic is not accurate.
-- see how that works? It's very simple.
That said, I must also mention Father Fernando's accent, as English is not his first language. Perhaps it's a second-language, but could be a third, or fourth or fifth -- I don't know for sure, but I do know that his education includes more than two. Obviously.
I've worked with people from all over the world. When I work with someone who speaks English as a second or third language, it takes awhile for my ear to atune to their use of English. You know how some people say 'ant' and others 'aunt'? Sometimes your brain ponders the pronunciation and searches your internal database of possible definitions of that one word, your focus consumed in it -- and then misses the remainder of the sentence or paragraph. "Huh?" "What?" "Would you say that again, please?" And they look at you as though you may have some type of mental-problem -- are stupid or something, then repeat it, slower, as if you as a person are 'slow.'
-- ever done it? most have.
But stupidity has nothing to do with it. Nor does auditory issues. Nor cognative processing issues. It's your ear atuning to their use of language, your brain databasing new ways of pronouncing common words, filing that info away for future reference in the event you hear the word(s) pronounced or used in that manner again.
It takes awhile. When working with people from around the world, even on a full-time basis, it can take a matter of weeks. It takes time. Doesn't mean you are stupid -- or slow -- or that they are 'aggravating' to listen to. It's called 'acceptance of diversity' for a reason, and you prove it each and every moment, in very small ways throughout your life.
In both Latin and Greek, especially Greek translated into Latin, there is a problem with finding direct-corresponding words for concepts presented in the original Greek. Father Brian (last-name?, I forgot) mentioned that during a Sunday homily a couple months ago, that there are four words in Greek for the single English word 'love' in our modern use of the language, therefore the concepts get blurred --- confused -- missing the original intent, distorting it -- erasing it. For example, when you say you love your friends or love children, that is a completely different concept than saying you love your girlfriend or boyfriend or spouse. Tangentially related to the concept of 'love' -- in the sense that it's not intolerance, not war, therefore not hate, not wishing misery and doom against those friends and children, but has nothing to do with sexual attraction or romance. Yet we use the same word. Greek doesn't. It has absolute concrete disctinctly different words so that nobody can ever accuse you of having some weird sexual-motivations for loving your friends or children or neighbors or anybody else.
That's why I call today's English, "IdiotLanguage_101." Where you use the same words to describe your sexual-motivations and your compassionate ministrations; where you are ridiculed while being complimented and vice versa; where you are 'positive' in your diagnosis of cancer, or HIV or drug use or mental-illness, but be 'positive' is a 'good-thing' (which is an intentional misuse of English by Higher-Ed to profit from atop of the rubble, misery and grief of their own psychotic instigation, their own HATE).
Recognizing it, then addressing it, striving to do it no more, is the lesson in the reading from the letter of Saint Paul to Philemon and the corresponding Psalm and passage from Luke 14:25-33, which is why I disagree with Father Fernando. It's never a 'good thing' to hate. And substituting the word 'intolerant' as an excuse for it, to 'soften' the concept of the word-use, 'hate,' only obfuscates that fact.
That's not why I gave Father Fernando a bicycle. :lol:
Like I said, I love that bike -- I ride it nearly every day -- and now, with all the walking I must do from one end of my property to the other, I tell myself, "wish I had a bicycle with a basket," before loading-up with some tools or 'stuff' I need at the other end of my property and walking back. A sacrifice. That's what gifts are -- no strings attached -- out of love -- respect -- to welcome one who has a whole lot of obstacles set before thee, in the true tradition of communities, parishes welcoming new priests for millennia.
I use the head-lamp, which is removable, one of those many-bulbed LCD lamps, as a flash-light, to find the light-switch and see where it's safe to walk on the rough terrain of my property, or point-out the odd-sounds lurking in the forest. I'll have to buy a new flashlight, eventually. But keeping Father Fernando safe, is more important than my convenience(s).
See how that works?
And that's why governments do it for Papal visitations, too.
Kind Regards,
Clayton Leon Winton -- HFA
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