Is Paris burning?
I was not present to hear him ask it, but Lady History tells us that, the socialist poster child, Herr Hitler, realizing that the gig was very soon to be up, instructed his generals to burn Paris to the ground and to the bitter end, the socialist poster child, Herr Hitler, hectored his generals with this question:
“Is Paris burning…tell me yes or no?”
Empress Ellie Marie and I are shortly off to the Winter Palace for the Holy Season of Lights and the birth of the Babe Himself.
It has come to our attention that, as we prepare for our winter progress, at Paris, the City of Lights Herself, there is yet another meeting of the intemperate, goofy, children whose self-appointed task it is to complain about the weather forecast at the beach which in turn, the lugubrious children, warn will call high water and havoc the world ’round unless their dismal little science papers are given proper attention.
Empress Ellie Marie and I, Divinely ordained to our stations in life as we are, have no taste for republicanism or any of republicanism’s friends and near relations.
If the goofy children now flocking to Paris prove one thing with crystalline clarity it is the fallacy of the companion notions that derive of republicanism.
To wit: that all men are created equal: they are not, that, by extension, all men have certain rights: they do not and by further, perverse and yet predictable, extension, that goofy children complaining of global warming at the beach, ought to be seriously attended to..they most assuredly ought not to be attended to.
One can see clearly the fallacy of republicanism as the goofy ones gather at the glorious City of Lights to dampen the Sacred Season with their dreary pronouncements of high water and havoc.
I must say that if society has fallen to a point at which there simply must be republicanism and its friends and relations, Empress and I ask that you cast your ballot for something really worthwhile as against babbling like a baby about global warming at the beaches and motor cars wasting what is, I think, called by the children “fossil fuels.”
Here’s an idea:
Empress Ellie Marie and I have sent out own scouts to look into this global warming at the beach business and we have pictorial evidence that while things are hot at the beach, well, that’s the way God intended the beach to be.
This would seem a simple enough idea for most to grasp, save the children now at Paris with their little science papers, but it seems to have evaded the grasp of many of God’s Men who claim to be created equal.
The beach is supposed to be warm, you knuckleheads–in fact, the warmer, the better, comme ca:
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How short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
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In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.
~~Finis Origine Pendet…
The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”~~My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~~~Non Sibi
The escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~Rejoice and Glad!!
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Amen~~
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
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“Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he’s the only one who’s sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own.”~~
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CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA 
Seal of The Catholic University of AmericaMotto:
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Deus Lux Mea Est
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Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
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The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.
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1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
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Acta Est Fabula.
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Deus Vult.
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The Queen~~
Our Queen now 63 years on~~
Simply the best President we could ever hope to have~~
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JOHN DANIEL BEGG 
That old question about WWII – “How could it ever have happened?” – is playing out now. Only problem is, the ones who were asking aren’t paying attention to the answer. Again.
In truth, the Great War has never ended. Mr Wilson’s War to End All War has become instead The War that never ends. The Second War was merely a continuation of the Great War.