The Americans engage in a sadomasochistic interchange with American politicians.
The American citizen pays to be abused.
The Americans choose to be abused.
As with all Americans, I have long held that politicians are cheap whores on the fiddle and that any difference between one politician and the other is down to what, I suppose, can be called one’s particular taste in hookers.
At this, rather late, stage, I stand more in contempt of the Americans than I do of their politicians.
After all, politicians did not appear via spontaneous combustion.
The Americans selected them, indeed, created them, freely, actively, willingly.
The Americans selected particular, for them more appealing, prostitutes from the great mass of other available working girls.
The Americans picked their politicians out from under their favorite lamppost, suggesting at least, some degree of, at least transitory, interest, in the girl they picked and paid for.
Suggesting an endorsement of the particular girl, of some sort or the other.
The politician is simply doing her job: a whore for hire, diddling the Americans for money in the form of votes.
The Americans on the other hand are the ones who, by voting, actively endorse and purchase the politicians who come to this blighted city and given that conscious and habitual transaction, the Americans are far more ridiculous than are the working girls they rent by the hour.
- 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 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~~Monday, 15 Juin, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015
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.”~~
French actor~~Alain Delon
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.
Acta Est Fabula.