I am the political Michael Corleone
Greasy, sleazy, politicians come and go and always are replaced by new ones, yet they all forget an end will come for them with perhaps a dog or two for company and an orange that can longer be reached.
I know more about politics than any man you’ll ever meet. And I detest it more than any man you’ll ever meet. I am a political Michael Corleone from Godfather 3–I so desperately want out of this circus and as hard as I try to ignore it, I keep getting sucked back in–I can’t escape.
As for my party–I am an Absolute Catholic Royalist–how many of us do you know? My family has had association with the GOP since 1896–my grand uncle Charles Fairbanks was VP under TR after McKinley was shot—so we are in the GOP but not of it–we find the entire concept of man governing himself to be an asininity–and it is–a wretched lie that men are equal when they discernibly are not–and that GOD made all men equal–a brutal heresy. Napoleon best said it: “Man has no capacity to rule himself and even less interest in doing so.” We live in nation that was founded on a shameless lie. My people, my Party, if that is what the correct word is—
We are Absolute Catholic Royalists–but we had to settle for the water in which we swim so we are in the GOP–what choice do we have in this hideous political construct? And I have taken an Absolute Decree of divorce from politics but I am Michael Corleone–as much as I want to ignore it–as much as I want to escape it and devote my life to good and meaningful things—the more I keep getting sucked back in–like Michael.
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
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 SibiThe declaration that:“I am here to save mankind,” means that:“I am here to rule mankind.”The escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~
Rejoice and Glad!!
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
~~EX LIBRIS~~~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~28 Juin, Friday, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, the 2019th
Tweets: @jtdbegg“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.”~~
John Daniel Begg raises cotton.
In the Old South, the real Southland, we had a charming expression, when asked what an idle man did for a living:
~~“Oh, he raises cotton.”~~
Which meant, he did absolutely nothing at all, as cotton, “the white gold,” raises herself.
CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICASeal of The Catholic University of America
Deus Lux Mea Est
Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.
1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
“Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt? Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile Stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd The Mother of Mankind" ~~ Paradise Lost Book One Verse 35 Our Mr MiltonHow short the list one could compile of those of whom it can be said that fame and money did not deprave?
Acta Est Fabula.
Ne plus ultra
Our Ubiquitous Presence
Our Queen now 64 years on
Simply the best President we could ever hope to have.
Regina ~ Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi