Tuesday, June 2, 2020

June 2, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

Tucker Carlson Names Names of “Conservative” Traitors:
Nikki Haley, Jared Kushner, Heritage Foundation, Mike Pence and Others


Tucker Carlson may never be invited back to the White House, at least to the West Wing where Jared Kushner (and Vice-President Mike Pence) hang out plotting to get the president to accede to their views (which are diametrically opposed to his instincts). And he certainly won’t get any future nice comments or invites from former South Carolina governor Nikki Haley or from the president of the supposedly-“conservative” Heritage Foundation, which claims, falsely, to be “America’s leading conservative think tank.”

Monday night in his opening twenty minute monologue he savaged, justly and mercilessly, them all. And indirectly he asked the president: “Where is your response to the riots, to the ongoing rebellion in one hundred American cities? Where is your response to the actual issues—not the so-called ‘systemic racism’ that a lot of ‘conservatives’ talk about, but the inevitable failure of the American dream—the nightmare—of equality and the destructive ravages of liberalism?” 

For they all, all these reputed “conservative leaders”—along with most of the pundits and guests on Fox News (think here of Chris Wallace, the loathsome Senator Tim Scott of South Carolina, and former FBI agent Chad Jenkins, in comments Tuesday, June 2)—buy into what is essentially the established Leftwing template. They may exhibit a slightly different take on the riots, it is true, but when it comes down to it, you understand, it’s “racism” and what we must do to fight that ineradicable sin and somehow establish forcefully “liberal equality” over all the land. And those “conservatives” think they can do it better than their rivals over on the more extreme Left.

But, essentially, they all partake of the same template, the basically same worldview as those on the farther Left. It’s the continuing influence of Rupert Murdoch (and his minions)—or, as I now call him, “little George Soros,” certainly not as universally grasping or expressing the same globalist venom; but still a globalist in his own right, who believes in imposing his own Neoconservative version of the (decadent) “American values” of democracy, liberalism, managerial corporate capitalism, transgender-same sex marriage moralism, and the administrative state, all around the globe.

And the Murdoch empire has pretty much engorged itself on much of the GOP, despite Donald Trump’s instincts and the Donald’s 2016 campaign message—Or maybe it’s the Establishment GOPers, including those like representatives Adam Kinzinger, Dan Crenshaw, Lynne Cheney, and senator Tim Scott, who have cemented a kind of symbiotic relationship with the Neocon media, while essentially brainwashing the conservative faithful? And we mustn’t forget the transgender-embracing Charlie Kirk of Turning Point USA and the motor-mouth Never Trumpers Ben Shapiro and Jonah Goldberg….and their nefarious influence on college-age and younger conservatives.

Breaking the unwritten rule not to “out” by name the miscreants, Carlson blasted some of those fake “conservatives,” he named names, he took few prisoners, and in particular, he took a meat-axe to US president-wannabe Nikki Haley, whose craven and ruthless ambition knows no bounds. From the trampling of the flags and memory of American and Southern history, to calling President Trump a vile racist back in 2016 before he was elected, only to sidle up to him lovey-dovey after the election—she thought that just maybe she could become some sort of national policy advisor. She became our UN ambassador, a post she used with her loud mouth and her pea-sized intelligence to only embarrass the administration, while managing to enhance her bona fides with the intervention-everywhere Neoconservatives, for whom a suitably warmongering gal of Indian extraction spouting bellicose and violent language, and who “hates Neo-Confederates, racists, and ultra-rightists,” might just be their cup of tea in 2024, after the despised (they try to hide that feeling) Trump exits from Pennsylvania Avenue.

The only slight defect in Carlson’s program was the appearance—again—of the vicious South-hating Victor Davis Hanson. Somehow because he sounds good on a few issues, he is given a pass on other issues. But despite being a supporter of the president, his historically-hateful and woeful misunderstanding of what America was meant to be by the Framers is, frankly, inexcusable. Surely Tucker Carlson can find someone else other than Hanson to interview.

Here are two Youtubes of Carlson, June 1, 2020. It is possible that Fox may pull one of them down, so I offer both: one appears to be official, the other not. But in either case, I urge you to watch the opening twenty minute monologue, and let it sink it.

There may be about two minutes of Martha MacCallum before the Carlson program on this one; just ignore her blather:

Monday, June 1, 2020

June 1, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

The Only Good “White Cracker” Is A Dead One—Got That?
The Dissident Mama Writes


The madness in the streets—which some thought could get no worse—has only increased. And in the swirl of the cowardly and feculently defecated response from our elites there was Fox News this morning, first interviewing a panel of three woke “concerned women” about the riots and how we must all “come together,” not so much in George Floyd’s name but rather to finally “confront the stain of racism and bigotry,” which apparently is everywhere in our society, like some many-headed Hydra…but which, you understand, is endemic only to “white people.”

What those do-gooder commentators on Fox don’t tell us is that it’s a stain that we cannot get rid of, that we cannot efface, hard as we might try. We are born with it, and saying we are sorry, doing reparations, legislating stepped-up affirmative action and the like—all those things are not and will never be enough. Let’s face it: “white people”—the white race—is, according to various Black Lives Matter and elite Black leader types, the “devil,” and no amount of expiation and whiny and sobbing apologies or pleas for everyone to “do a Rodney King” (as Fox implores) will suffice. The only good “white cracker” is, in the end, a dead one. If you don’t understand that, then you don’t understand what is going on.

So, despite the fact that thirteen staff members of “Sleepy Joe” Biden’s campaign staff have made contributions to get the violent rioters out of jail in Minneapolis—despite the generous support that (mostly white) Hollywood has given to those rioters—despite the despicable and pusillanimous reaction of most of our political class—despite the implicit orders to the police to hold back while the crazed BLM and Antifa lunatics (funded by organizations run by George Soros) loot our cities—despite all this, whitey can never really be one of the good guys: the leopard cannot change his spots.

Indeed, because of this craven attitude and mindset by far too many leaders in the white community the advance guard of these post-Marxist revolutionaries continues to take advantage of the situation…with the sure knowledge that our Hollywood elites, our media and our political establishment, when not sympathizing with them outright, will give them a pass.

Once more we witness another viscerally terrifying sign of the total corruption of democracy and liberalism, and the destruction that the Ideal of Equality inflicts on what is left of the republic. Indeed, we witness the fatal lie that the Ideal of Equality truly is. And all of its “conservative” babblers and practitioners—from the vicious South-hater Victor Davis Hanson, to the historically-ignorant Dinesh D’Souza, to the loathsome editor of the once-conservative National Review, Rich Lowry—do nothing but meekly accept and normalize the premises and agenda of the farther Left. As FDR’s first vice-president, John Nance Garner, said about his office, their fake conservatism “is not worth a bucket of warm p—s.” Rather, it’s worse for it anesthetizes those who should be opposing this lunacy.

My friend, columnist and able blogger, “The Dissident Mama,” has written a remarkable piece on this topic that cries out—demands—to be read and digested. So I pass it on this morning without further commentary.

Kristallnacht for legacy America

The past four nights of racial violence across the country have proven one thing: the egalitarian experiment of America is dead. Liberalism of all shades is a scam. Diversity is not our strength and utopian “reconciliation” is not possible. As my friend Boyd Cathey wrote, “No nation can continue this way for long, no nation can avoid the essential questions and the ironclad laws of Nature itself.”

What started out as a protest against the use of excessive police force against a black man has ended in the burning, looting, and lynching of “legacy” Americans, their property, history, and symbols. Make no mistake: these were race riots, not the “white supremacist” variety the enemy-class media is trying to sell you, but the black-against-white kind with Bolshevik subversives helping to orchestrate the chaos and foment the rage.
“Legacy” Americans are those who have and/or appreciate an ethnic, cultural, or political connection to the Founding stock of these United States. Many of us are white descendants of Western Europeans and are Christian, and have a respect for individual liberty and a favorable view of our ancestors. Those of us who are Southern without apology know this campaign against our values has been a long war of conquest and reconstruction, over 150 years, to be exact. This is why “neo-Confederate” is the new ad hominem attack.
And who are the post-modern Bolsheviks? The cultural Marxists who run our institutions: academia, media, government, and banking. Hell, they’re the dog catcher, president of your HOA and PTA and everything in between. Who are their Brown Shirts, their new NKVD: Antifa. And who are their foot soldiers: the racist black vanguard of BLM and their mindless supporters.
The “protests” quickly evolved into looting and burning, with blacks taking out their aggression on their own communities, with Leninist Antifa allies slowly but surely participating in the chaos. But by the time we get to Saturday, May 30, we see something new.
We have both: the destruction of tradition and history brought on by the long leftist march through the institutions AND now full-on violence, which is supported by the very institutions who perpetuated it in the first place.
We witnessed the destruction targeted specifically against what the Leninists see as “whiteness.” Historical monuments and buildings like the United Daughters of the Confederacy headquarters and the Virginia Museum of History and Culture in Richmond, whose burning was celebrated by the nonwhite iconoclast “historians” who revel in smashing Southern roots. The Market House in Fayetteville, which was the site of North Carolina’s Constitutional Convention in 1787 and the state capital from 1789 to 1793. The Nashville Courthouse and City Hall. The George Washington statue in Philadelphia. The King Louis XVI statue in Louisville. St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City. And tonight, St. John’s Church in Washington, D.C. The mobsters are even so ignorant of history that they vandalized the historic Woolworth’s in Greensboro, which is considered the “birthplace” of the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.

Remember the way Ice-T explained the Rodney King riots of ’92 when black folks destroyed their own neighborhoods in LA? He said it was like a child who’s angry and feels he cannot express himself or be heard so he breaks his own toys in order to communicate his frustration. But this paradigm has changed.
They’re coming to your neighborhood, they’re “coming to the suburbs next.” They’re coming to destroy your home and steal your property and punch you in the face. And if you fight back through legal means, you will be the one to get in trouble with “the law.”

It has become an organized guerrilla war against anything the Leninists deem as theirs. You stole their land, cracker. You subjugated their people, whitey. It’s justice, yo. It’s about equity. Inclusion. Intersectionality. Social justice. But the kicker is you are never considered within those critical-theory equations. White people got work to do, don’t ya know?! Be a good “ally,” but shut your damn mouth.
From the blue checks to the random haters on Twitter, the unmistakable message is the same: you are dispensable, white man.

Meanwhile, we’re supposed to simultaneously believe that the riots are led by “white supremacists” and that putting “black-owned business” signs on your store front will help save it from leftist annihilation. Even a child can see the inconsistency in this delusional narrative, which then, of course, begs the next obvious question: why should it be okay to loot and vandalize white-owned businesses? Better not go down that red-pilled rabbit hole or you might be called a hegemonic colonizer.

When [TV program] “Grant” producer Leo DiCaprio’s house in Beverly Hills is visited upon by some angry social-justice warriors, I wonder if he will he defend himself (or have his paid armed security do it) or if he will cleanse his “ancestral sins” by handing over his life and property. Will the mob give him a pass because of his stereotyping of white Southerners in “Django Unchained,” or will they cut his throat because he’s white and embodies systemic racism? Not sure, but I can’t wait to find out.
Now I know I’m intertwining my Nazi and Soviet historical references. I understand full well that it was stamping out the spread of Communism that the Nazis gave as their reason for Kristallnacht. And I get that the Nazis and the Soviets were mortal enemies in WWII. I understand that the Germans blamed the Jews partly because of their disproportionate involvement in Marxist ideologies. I get that the Soviets waged a genocide of their own against the German people after WWII and with British and US complicity, no less.
But to me, it’s all the same. Two sides of the same damn totalitarian coin. One was nation-statist and the other universalist, but both were built upon centralization. Both are godless. Both are aimed at destroying the Church and replacing it with worship of man-made utopian ideals. Both hate Christ.
I’ve been saying for a while that we are in a state of cold-Civil War. Well, folks, it just got hot. Violence against Southerners, whites, and Christians is now being justified as a legitimate course of action. And guess what? The laws and institutions that are supposed to protect us “legacy” Americans are incapable of countering the Communist pogroms. So much for “white privilege.”
Trump today just designated Antifa as a terrorist organization, but that’s too little too late. His “I’m monitoring the situation” attitude is what got us to this point in the first place. In order to resist this onslaught, one would have to be honest with the racial component of the hatred directed against us. We’re castigated as “white supremacists” while never reaping the supposed benefits of this media-manufactured mythos.
Someone, somewhere, besides us “neo-Confederates,” must speak up for white people and their businesses and property and history when it’s targeted simply because it’s been deemed by leftists as a symbol of “whiteness” and “black oppression.” Unfortunately, far too many Americans, including our president, politicians, pastors, and fellow parishioners are petrified of being labeled as “racists” to ever address this truth.
What do we do? First, we proceed in as Christ-like a manner as is possible. We little-o orthodox Christians define ourselves by what we love. We pray for the repentance and salvation of our enemies, but we don’t abdicate our responsibilities to cherish and protect those closest to us.
As my priest told me on August 13, 2017, Christianity is not a suicide pact. Unlike the cultural Marxists who’ve cobbled together a cabal of disparate identities which are allied only in their unbridled hatred of the “evil white Christian Southerner,” we need to organize around our love for Christ and His people. We love Christ above all.
Our families and our communities come next. They are a manifestation of our adoration of His forgiveness, grace, and care for us. Don’t be afraid to openly defend and advocate for your people. Do it in Church. Do it in your homeschool co-ops. Do it on social media. Do it without apology. It is the most reconciling and healing thing you could do.
Start talking with your friends and families about how best to go about protecting each other in a time of emergency. We need to face the reality that the politicians and police cannot be relied upon to be there when we need them. This is the “new normal,” so let’s rip off our masks, both literal and figurative, and start being authentic Christians, authentic neighbors, authentic humans. It’s time to get real.
Lastly, I know many of us have an affinity for the police and military. But to my friends and family who are in law enforcement under elites who would rather have you bend the knee to Antifa and BLM for their own personal political expediency than uphold civil order, I say this: walk away. Encourage your colleagues to do likewise.
You know the game is rigged. If you enforce the law, you’ll be called a racist, even if you’re not white. And if your city burns despite your best efforts doing your job under inconsistent directives and in untenable times, your bosses will throw you under the bus in a heartbeat. You are expendable to the commissars. These politicians and this corrupt society don’t deserve you. Let the dirty tyrants defend themselves from the godless monsters they themselves helped create and continue to coddle. Let them meet their fate just like Trotsky.

Go home to your families. Go home to your Churches. Rally around your people because that is what really matters. Let’s smash the Bolshevik narrative and tell the Brown Shirts they can stick Kristallnacht where the sun don’t shine.

Post Script: Historian Philip Leigh writes, “No doubt many of you are as angry as me about the outrages to the United Daughters of the Confederacy building in Richmond over the weekend. As a result, I am pledging to donate half ($10) of the $20 purchase price for my book “Ulysses Grant’s Failed Presidency.” To learn how postbellum Reconstruction failed and left much of the South struggling economically for a century afterward, it is important to understand how Grant failed in the White House despite the many favorable biographies about him in recent years.”
To take advantage of this charitable offer, email Leigh at Phil_Leigh@me.com and let him know if you want your copy of the book signed or not. You may pay by check, PayPal, or credit card, and domestic shipping is free.

The fiery ladies of the UDC are our allies, compatriots in the cause for the preservation of heritage, tradition, and Southern history. They are some of the few keepers of the flame for legacy America. Let’s please let these warrior Southern belles feel the love that few others are willing to offer them.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

May 30, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

The Riots and the Destructive Failure of the Egalitarian Myth
Tucker Carlson and Ilana Mercer Speak


Increasingly, I try to avoid news-binging, watching assiduously all the compiled, feculent bilge that passes for news reporting these days, those authorized “stories” fed to us like tasteless, industrial-strength pablum to non-rational infants, or more, to non compos mentis inmates of the giant asylum which is what our country is quickly becoming.

Viewing just a few minutes of Fox’s coverage of the reaction to the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis this past week, I was struck by the essential sameness of what could have been seen—and was, in fact, seen—over on MSNBC or even CNN. First, the cries and jeremiads about “racism”: Will we ever overcome that “problem” which seems to be endemic in our history, in our character, the broadcasters exclaimed in virtual unison? Then, the hand-wringing about the destruction of property, the “wrong way to express revulsion at Floyd’s death,” again said by almost all the pundits, although a few of the more exalted social justice types at CNN expressed degrees of sympathy for the rioters (after all they were just exhibiting their “justified rage”).

Just as for CNN and MSNBC, Fox has its own agenda, which goes like this: “racism” exists; it violates the “Ideal of America” and the American Founding wherein to quote the Declaration of Independence (and they fatally misunderstand its meaning), all men are created equal…endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights”; the Democrats have historically opposed “equality” and “equal rights” for minorities (cf. the ignorant musings of Dinesh D’Souza); and, so, only Republicans and “conservatives” can actually realize that Ideal of Equality.

Yet, that whole conversation is tragically misconceived, based on an almost complete misunderstanding of human nature, American history, and the very founding of the old American republic. Our Founders and Framers loathed egalitarianism. They knew—and foresaw—the ravages and destruction it would cause if ever imposed or enacted into laws of the republic. Equality does not exist in nature, does not exist under Natural Law, and attempts to legislate it are bound not only to fail, but cause tremendous and perhaps fatal consequences to the society where it is imposed.

It has been the objective of restless revolutionaries for centuries to get people to reject Nature and to reject the God-given order that must exist if a stable and moral society exist. Simply because my neighbor has more property and possessions than I, does not mean that I have the “right” to go seize them at my pleasure. I have only the “right,” indeed, the obligation to work hard and use my intelligence, and, as St. Matthew tells us in the Parable of the Talents, to achieve to the fullest what pertains to me (and not to anyone else but me). In so doing, I accomplish what God has allowed me in this life, and which should not and must not be compared invidiously to the achievements of anyone else.

The great accomplishment of the history of revolutionary madness, whether of the Cromwellian variety, of the French Revolution, of the Soviets, or, indeed, of our modern social justice “insaniacs,” has been to convince vast numbers of our population that orders in society, the inherent natural inequality is somehow wrong, or as we hear now on all networks and from almost all pundits, “racist.” Yet, that natural inequality in no way inhibits a man’s essential and real, God-given dignity (again, re-read the Parable of the Talents).

What happened in the streets of Minneapolis (and elsewhere) after a single (and rare) example of one policeman’s use of excessive force was not a sign of the reaction against “institutional racism” lurking just beneath the surface, but of an intellectually corrupted population, infected by generations of egalitarian venom, being told constantly by our cultural and political elites that they are victims. And, also, in a very real sense an invitation to rebel against the laws of Nature and of God.

Can any society, any social order survive in this template? Is civil life and comity possible when large portions of that society reject its very bases and foundations? Ilana Mercer in her excellent nationally-syndicated column of May 28, 2020, writes “…courtesy of its globalist elites, America is no longer a society, much less a serious one…And America, it's fair to say, is no longer a people in any meaningful way; it is a Walmart with missiles, where [we direct] fusillades at one another.

I have written previously about the potential, even probable break-up of the creaky old American nation. What has happened on the streets of major American cities in recent days has far less to do with an imagined “institutional racism” than with the fact that there is no longer anything, other than perhaps geography, that binds us all together. A (decreasing) portion of our citizenry still believes in the old traditions and standards, and in that Natural Law that produced our fragile experiment in constitutional republicanism; but a large (and growing) portion rejects that inheritance and has joined in the immemorial rebellion against God and Nature. Between the two there can be no peace. In such a conflict one side must win, the other lose…either that, or they must separate.

Tucker Carlson, almost alone on Fox, hits the target, or a portion of it, and I pass on his short introduction to his Friday night, May 29, program. But his monologue is significant not just for what he does say, but the unsaid implications that follow. No nation can continue this way for long, no nation can avoid the essential questions and the ironclad laws of Nature itself.

(Begin about three minutes in, then for seven minutes)


Monday, May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

Observations on a Special Memorial Day – A New Essay Published by CHRONICLES Magazine


As today is Memorial Day and also seventy-five years since the end of World War II, I’ve written a very personal essay which has been published by CHRONICLES Magazine.

The few surviving veterans of that awful conflict are quickly passing from the scene. So I dedicate this essay to them, and in particular, to my father, PFC Harry S. Cathey, 101st Cavalry, European Theater, who passed away in 1999. I hope you find it meaningful….

Observing a Special Memorial Day

By Boyd D. Cathey   May 25, 2020
My father, Harry S. Cathey, was a World War II veteran. He left behind letters to my mother written from France and Germany in 1944 and 1945. Some of the words and designations are obviously in a code they had between them—he could not identify locations in the combat zone. What comes through above all are two things: his sense of duty to his country and his abiding love for my mother—no real complaints about his conditions, although he does express the wish that he can taste her cooking again and, of course, the hope to see her soon.
A member of the 101st Cavalry, my father was assigned to a Stuart light tank and was involved in reconnaissance operations. On March 15, 1945, near Kaiserslautern in the Rheinland-Pfalz, his tank was hit directly by a German projectile. Dad, then piloting the tank, was seriously wounded, and his best buddy Dale Lackey, the gunner, was killed.
Shortly before the attack, my father and Dale had traded positions: for several days previously, my father had been the gunner and Dale the pilot. They often switched positions—and they had done so only hours before the fatal incident. That trade had saved my father’s life, almost miraculously, just as it had taken Dale’s. This fact has always affected me deeply and impelled me to count my blessings....


Wednesday, May 20, 2020

May 20, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

Does God Exist? Look into the Eyes of a Dog


Last night, after my customary evening prayers and climbing into bed, my cocker spaniel Jasper jumped on the bed with me, as he is apt to do, and, then hovering over me like some special guardian surveying his charge, his legs on my chest, looked directly at me with his two adoring brown eyes. It was as if to say: “It’s bed-time, and I wanted to ‘say’ to you ‘please keep safe,’ ‘good night,’ ‘my love and devotion’ for you.”

I know, I know—dogs don’t speak, but they do communicate in so many other ways…in their movements, in their barking and whining, by wagging their tails or moving their paws, but perhaps most effectively with their eyes. Jasper’s eyes were lit with warmth and contentment, but also with a kind of fealty and intimate comradeship that only a person who has had a close canine companion for any length of time can understand and fathom.

As I looked back into those golden globes, I thought: “Here indeed was one of God’s little creatures, a kind of little barking Guardian Angel, a creature whose ancestors began to faithfully accompany man thousands of years ago, at the very origins of civilization.” 

Here in this adoring face was in fact a representation of the goodness of the Creator—in a sense, the Face of God Himself exemplified by this canine, composed of an intricate pattern of muscle, organs and tissue, but far more than the sum of his physical parts. Yes, a creation of Nature, the result of a very long line of other canines, but issuing forth in a living being with a unique personality all his own.

For me—and I realize to those with a scientific bent this may seem a bit naïve—that Jasper exists is, in a very special way, a definite sign that not only does God exist, but that He has taken very special effort in devising His creation.

Consider the essential: here is this animal, this creature who breathes, moves, eats, plays with and accompanies me, has emotions (which on close inspection over time I can detect)…and shows them. Here is a creature of extreme complexity physiologically, less so than humans, but still complex. Millions of minute cells programmed to work in harmony, and over them all a distinct, motivating, life-giving personality, and indeed what St. Thomas Aquinas called a living “animal soul.”

I was put in mind of that superb English film, “Dean Spanley” (2008), starring Jeremy Northam, Sir Peter O’Toole, Sam Neill, Judy Parfit, and Bryan Brown; it’s one of my favorite—perhaps my all-time favorite—movies. Based on a short novella by British writer Baron Dunsany it is both whimsical and deeply moving in its message. And it uses dogs to represent the kind of spiritual bond that exists between mankind and canines, but also, more importantly, between Man and other human beings. That bond is ineffable, it is spiritual, but it exists. And it is something which cannot be created in the most advanced, the most modern scientific laboratory. It is, if I may be so bold, something that cannot be explained fully by evolutionary biology.

Years ago, when I was studying in Spain, one of my professors was Dr. Wolfgang Strobl, without doubt the most brilliant man I’ve ever met or had the privilege to know. Dr. Strobl was born in Bavaria and a shell-shocked veteran of World War II, which gave him a permanent limp (he walked with a cane). After the war he earned his first doctorate at the University of Munich in philosophy, mathematics and physics (1952) “summa cum laude,” with a mammoth work, titled, “The Fundamental Problems of the Philosophy of Nature in the Ontological Sense of the New Physics.” A second earned doctorate came in 1967 (Pontifical University of Navarra): “Scientific Reality and Its Philosophical Criticism.” Fluent in a dozen languages, guest professor at numerous universities in every part of the world, including Columbia, Fordham, and St. John’s in the United States, translator of Werner Heisenberg and other German philosophers into Spanish, he was amazing. In his lectures at Navarra it was if someone just pushed a button and out flowed a perfectly organized (and for me, diagrammed) fifty minutes of brilliance.

I recall back then—in 1973—we took up the work of French scientist/philosopher Jacques Monod, Chance and Necessity (published first as Le Hasard et la Nécessité: Essai sur la philosophie naturelle de la biologie moderne). Monod’s work was all the rage at the time, and not just in France, but also in the United States. Basically, and not to do him an injustice, Monod posited that “the combined effects of chance and necessity, which are amenable to scientific investigation, account for our existence and the universe we inhabit, without the need to invoke mystical, supernatural, or religious explanations. While acknowledging the likely evolutionary origin of a human need for explanatory myths, in the final chapter of Chance and Necessity, Monod advocates for adopting an objective (hence value-free), scientific worldview as our guide to assessing truth. He describes this as an 'ethics of knowledge', which disrupts the older philosophical, mythological and religious ontologies that claimed to provide both ethical values and a standard for judging truth.”

As Monod summed up his work: "...man at last knows he is alone in the unfeeling immensity of the universe, out of which he has emerged only by chance. His destiny is nowhere spelled out, nor is his duty.”

For a number of sessions Strobl lectured about—and profoundly critiqued—Monod’s work and his assertions. And he did so not only from biological science and the standpoint of physics, but also from mathematics and the philosophy of logic.

On various occasions I was privileged to visit him and his wife for lunch and continue those discussions. I recall distinctly him describing the inadequacy of Monod’s (and other’s) theories of human evolution that left out, noticeably and fatally, essential ingredients in the make-up of Man. Like some other critics, Strobl contended that Monod failed in his attempt to banish "mind and purpose from the phenomenon of life" in the name of science.

And, venturing into the foundations and philosophy of mathematics—if I may call it that—Dr. Strobl added that the study of probabilities, alone, made the commonly-held belief in biological evolution, as currently conceived, a practical impossibility. After one reaches a certain level of (im)probability, a happening, an event, an occurrence is considered not just improbable, but, practically speaking, impossible. Distinct and widely disparate amounts of time are required for something to occur depending on the level of probability—the chance, if you will—that it might happen in nature.

The chance that I get stung by a yellow jacket this summer while working in my yard can be calculated roughly using a number of factors: where the yellow jacket nests are, how many of them exists, where exactly I work and step, the care I take, how many times I work in my yard, and so on. Depending on these conditions, I could, if I knew them all, estimate my chances, maybe 5%, maybe more, maybe less.

But let’s take something much more extensive and far more improbable: the example of a monkey sitting in front of key board and pecking out the entire works of William Shakespeare by chance. Of necessity it would require millions—perhaps billions—of years (of trial and error), and then what are the percentages? Would it actually ever come to pass?

As Dr. Strobl explained, after reaching a certain level of improbability, a happening becomes in effect impossible. Despite the billions of years for that monkey to type out Shakespeare by chance, if at all, at a certain point mathematically such a calculation is essentially impossible.

Thus, if we posit that a one cell amoeba somehow evolves and has evolved into my canine companion Jasper, not only does that evolutionary process demand millions, perhaps even billions of years, but from a mathematical viewpoint is dead on arrival, impossible.

Without something more than the cold theories of evolutionary science, stripped of all other considerations and ignoring (or refusing to examine) the insights of other disciplines which offer a more rounded and fuller picture of life, we are left bare, tiny meaningless specks in an inscrutable and unforgiving universe.

I recall an interview with the late Southern novelist and writer, Walker Percy, from Esquire back in 1977. In it Percy was asked why he was a Christian, and he responded: “What else is there?” And the follow-up question:

“Would you exclude, for example, scientific humanism as a rational and honorable alternative?” And he answered: “Yes…It’s not good enough…This life is much too much trouble, far too strange, to arrive at the end of it and then to be asked what you make of it and to have to answer ‘Scientific humanism.’ That won’t do. A poor show. Life is a mystery, love is a delight. Therefore I take it as axiomatic that one should settle for nothing less than the infinite mystery and the infinite delight, i.e., God. In fact I demand it. I refuse to settle for anything less. I don’t see why anyone should settle for less than Jacob, who actually grabbed aholt of God and wouldn’t let go until God identified himself and blessed him.”

So it was when I looked into those two loving orbs, those two golden brown eyes of Jasper last night, and he communicated to me his love and companionship and care, far, far beyond any consideration of what amoeba he might have supposedly come from billions of years ago. And as I reached out and scratched his floppy ears with my returned affection, yes, I stared into the face of one of God’s creatures whose very existence signaled to me, to echo Walker Percy, “What else is there?” Scientific humanism and atheism won’t do. “Life is a mystery, love is a delight. Therefore I take it as axiomatic that one should settle for nothing less than the infinite mystery and the infinite delight”—God.  The Creator once more demonstrated His love last night through His little creature on my bed, as I prepared to end the day and take one more step towards eternity.

Friday, May 15, 2020

May 15, 2020

MY CORNER by Boyd Cathey

Two Recent Essays at LEW ROCKWELL and RECKONIN.com


I offer two more recent essays published, respectively, by LewRockwell.com and Reckonin.com, and there are more coming soon. But today I send out from Lew Rockwell’s Web site a slightly edited version of a MY CORNER which originally showed up on May 7, and the Reckonin’ essay, a MY CORNER originally from April 18 of this year. The topics are very different, but both have suscitated a number of comments.

Here they are:

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As I Viewed This I Was Shaken to My Core—You Will be Also

By Boyd D. Cathey   My Corner    May 8, 2020

It begins in muddied black and white, no voices over until about two minutes into the film. At first it may seem a bit unclear what is happening. But soon, with the first interview of a British officer, it becomes all too apparent—too graphic, too unsettling, too horrific for our minds so accustomed to the cushy prosperity and relative peace of contemporary America to fully grasp. And it is only the beginning. The online Youtube is titled “Forgotten History of World War II: Operation Keelhaul,” although the initial title in the film reads “Orders from Above.”
At the end of it we find in the credits that it was originally produced with much research by the BBC in 1975. To my knowledge it has never been screened on American television, never released in a VHS or DVD format of any kind. But it cries out, with the voices of millions of men, women and children cruelly and barbarously murdered, for acknowledgement…and for justice, even if seventy-five years too late.
It left a profound impression on me, as I think it will on you as you watch it.
1974-1975 many of the sealed World War II records and archives of the British Foreign Office were finally unsealed, and, in particular, the files of how our English allies forcibly shipped back to the Soviet Union and to our supposed friend in the war against Adolf Hitler, “Uncle” Joe Stalin (as he was affectionately called in the Anglo-American press), some two million plus Russians who existed within Western Europe at the end of the Second World War.

And if other nationalities that were sent to the Soviets are counted the figures mount to around five or six millions: all to become victims of Stalin’s revenge.
Not just the thousands Russians (mainly Cossacks) who had actually volunteered to fight with the Germans against Communism and for their homeland (which was their object, not really for Naziism), but hundreds of thousands of civilians, who had been forced at gunpoint to work for the Nazis as part of their war effort. And including thousands of innocent women and children, again many inducted forcibly into labor battalions. Not only that, Stalin also requested—and many times got—any Russians the Westerns powers could round up or find who had taken refuge in Western Europe prior to 1939…in other words, the many anti-Communist Russians who had left Russia after the Revolution of 1918-1920 and had been living peaceably in the West since then.

For Stalin there were no POWS: a Red Army soldier was either victorious or died for Communism (either at the hands of the enemy or by his own suicide!). Capture by the enemy was unacceptable, not acknowledged by the Soviet military. A Soviet POW was already sentenced to death if he was captured alive or surrendered. Almost certain execution, either immediately or in a gulag, lay ahead for any returned comrade.

All this—all of the forced and many times very brutal and inexpressibly horrific repatriation at the point of a bayonet or facing British machine guns took place in almost total secrecy. The English—Anthony Eden, Patrick Dean and, yes, Winston Churchill (and Franklin D. Roosevelt)—were eager to placate “Uncle Joe” and keep him happy, even if it meant the cruel death (or at the least a slow death in a gulag in Siberia) for more than two million living, breathing men and their families. “Collateral losses” was an antiseptic term used, “unfortunate necessities” is another fancy word expression…an expression to evoke just one aspect of official Allied policy at the end of the War, a policy that continued for several years, and then details about which were locked away for another thirty years.

For three decades the policy of Britain and America was to keep a rigid silence about these actions, mostly deny the existence of such incredible barbarity…at least until 1974-1975. Then English journalist, Nicholas Bethel (in his riveting volume The Last Secret: The Delivery to Stalin of Over Two Million Russians) and Count Nikolai Tolstoy in The Secret Betrayal, 1944-1947  tore back the curtain, employing the finally opened archives.  And later Tolstoy, a British citizen and distant cousin of the famous Russian novelist, authored a shattering sequel, The Minister and the Massacres (1985), which traces in a straight line who gave the orders, who were responsible for what in many ways rivalled in barbarity the crimes of our enemies in the late war.
Those millions of Russian victims of the war do not take into account  approximately maybe ten to fifteen million Eastern European German civilians (Volksdeutsche) living outside Germany forcibly moved back to the fatherland, with only clothes on their backs, as many as 2.5 million of whom perished during the frigid winter of 1945-1946, as Alfred de Zayas has documented in his scholarly yet stunning volume Nemesis at Potsdam: The Anglo-Americans and the Expulsion of the Germans: Background: Execution, Consequences (1979).

Nor do they measure the actions of us Americans after the war—documented by Canadian journalist, James Bacque in his book, Other Losses (1989). Bacque’s incredible, nearly unbelievable findings: that U.S. General Dwight D. Eisenhower intentionally caused the deaths by starvation or exposure of around a million German prisoners of war held in Western internment camps briefly after the Second World War.

How do victorious powers in a righteous war against an Evil Power responsible for immense cruelty and criminality, then establish peace, justice, and liberty after that war when they engage in similar practices of cruelty and criminality against that Evil Power, or more specifically against millions of subjects in occupied lands under that Power’s control forced into its service?
Do we not still suffer the effects of our, in many ways, continuing dalliance with Communism, and more so today, of its bastard step-children, the progressivist “woke” post-Marxist Left that so defiles and despoils our culture, denies our history, and despises and bans our heritage?
I pass on to you the Youtube, “Forgotten History of World War II: Operation Keelhaul.” It lasts for about one hour and a half, which I recognize is long for such a video. When I first began watching I thought only to view bits and small parts of it. But I could not stop—I could not stop listening to and seeing the still-shaken British soldiers and officers recounting how they had been ordered to bayonet soldiers and civilians and force them into blinded box cars or herded into over-crowded ships to Odessa, only to watch them brutally murdered dockside upon arrival. I could not stop viewing the searing images, the reminiscences of the few Russians who somehow managed to escape or survive.

If you don’t have a full hour and a half to watch this film immediately, just begin with a few excerpts—at about 23:00 into the film, then at about 56:00 for the next few minutes, and then finally at around 1:05:00 until the end when Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, from his monumental Gulag Archipelago is quoted. Sadly, some of the books I’ve cited are now priced terribly high (and one must wonder why that is?), but I recommend also purchasing some of them and sharing them with your family and friends. In the scheme of eternity, it’s important.

Like the British officers and the clergyman interviewed, I too am haunted by all this, I am haunted by the complicity of “civilized” nations, by people raised and annealed in the principles of our Christian faith. This film makes it all too real.
If I had a time machine for our society and culture, I would immediately send us all back prior to the First World War (for that is where the Second originated)…and I would frantically warn the Archduke Franz Ferdinand not to go to Sarajevo. I would scream from the rooftops, as in Holy Writ, that irredentism and unbridled, headless nationalism could only lead to devastation. And I would plead that all men—English Victorians, the Russian tsarists, the French republicans, the Serbian extremists—spend more time in Church asking for God’s grace and forgiveness, than on the battlefield or hurtling blood-soaked threats at their neighbors….

Here we are now in 2020, after by far the bloodiest and most unimaginably vicious century—the 20th—in human history. And in our insouciance and worldliness we pretend that the most important things are material, and we act as if God does not exist. In fact, most people probably believe in Satan more, at least in the way they act, than in Our Heavenly Father.

It cannot last…indefinitely. And we should begin, we should prepare by arming ourselves with knowledge and Faith.
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Reprinted with the author’s permission.

Copyright © Boyd D. Cathey 

In Memory of a Special Friend and Mentor

by Boyd D. Cathey   4/19/2020

It came in the form of a letter; I could read from the return address who it was from. But the handwriting, so distinctive, was not his, and immediately I thought, was this news sad news, maybe of his death? After all I knew he was well into his 80s.

And when I opened the long envelope, there was the program for the memorial service and a short personal note from his wife, Barbara: my dear friend, former history professor, and actual first “mentor,” Eugene Earnhardt had passed away on February 4 of this year after battles with several insuperable illnesses, a few days shy of his 86th birthday.

Shocked—although I suppose I shouldn’t have been—I immediately telephoned Barbara who lives in a retirement cluster near Asheville. And we had a moving, emotional conversation that lasted for about an hour.

You see Gene Earnhardt was my first history professor in my freshman year for undergraduate studies at Pfeiffer University, and he was pivotal in how I would lead the rest of my life and the choices I would make. Not just that but he was an incredibly talented writer and writing stylist, for whom the written word was special: he could not abide what he called “purple prose,” pomposity, or literary laziness…or silly political correctness.

I recall the first paper I wrote for him—I still have it somewhere stored away. It was a discussion of the old conservative movement of the 1950s, including writers and thinkers like Russell Kirk, Clinton Rossiter, and a few others. When I got my paper back, I got an A-, but the whole thing was marked up, bloodied in red, with comments like: “too many words to say what you mean,” “poorly phrased,” and “this paragraph should come later.” In conferences with Gene, he painstakingly gave me pointers on how better to express myself in writing, how better to make things flow and make better sense.

All that was really fundamental for a young 18 year old college freshman, and I like to think that it was his dedication to his art, to teaching and instruction, that was responsible. But I know now, after fifty years of friendship after those undergrad days, that it was also because he saw something in me worth cultivating and alimenting and assisting…and because of a natural bond of friendship and respect that began back then and continued on for five more decades.

But Gene was pivotal in another way, even more important and critical for me.

For back in my senior year of high school I had become acquainted with the works of conservative scholar, Dr. Russell Kirk, and for Christmas 1965 I asked my parents for a selection of books by him, including his seminal, The Conservative Mind. I was enthralled and much taken by “the Sage of Mecosta” Michigan (as he was known), by his elaborate detailing and defense of a usable Anglo-American past, of our Anglo-American heritage and constitutional traditions, which he termed “conservative.” Not only that, he seemed to comprehend and express eloquently the thinking of that tradition and its major figures, beginning with Edmund Burke and continuing on through men such as John Randolph, John C. Calhoun, Benjamin Disraeli, Robert H. Taft, and T. S. Eliot, among others.

So when I got to Pfeiffer and in one of my first meetings with Gene Earnhardt, I mentioned Kirk. And, amazingly, he replied: “A few years ago I sailed across the Atlantic to England, and he was on board, and we became friends.” Then, he suggested to abet my enthusiasm that I should write Kirk directly, which is exactly what I did that Fall in a long and rambling letter.

I then more or less forgot that…that is, until I received a response, postmarked Mecosta, Michigan, and from Dr. Kirk. I recall a phrase from that letter to this day. He wrote that Richard Nixon had requested to see him, and that “he has never listened much to what I have to say, and I doubt he will this time, either.”

You can imagine my sensation. That letter began a conversation—a correspondence—that lasted almost until Russell Kirk’s death in April 1994. But not just by mail: my senior year at Pfeiffer I was in charge of the visiting speakers program (can anyone imagine that now!?), and I was able to bring him down to the college for several days, including a speech and a round-table. Later, he invited me to be his personal assistant during the year 1971-1972, opening up undreamed of opportunities and introducing me to individuals who would exercise additional and significant influence in my formation and life.

After Pfeiffer I was off to the University of Virginia, awarded a Thomas Jefferson Fellowship to study under the late Jefferson biographer, Merrill Peterson. And, again, it was Gene Earnhardt who assisted me critically in preparing for that step. I took his American intellectual history course and a course in historiography, both of which were important as I went from a small college to a large university. Without his guidance, his advice, and his friendship, I doubt I would have done that or made those career changes.

And after grad school our friendship continued. Occasionally, I would stop by the little town of New London where Gene and Barbara lived and spend a night and rekindle our discussions and profound friendship. Sometimes when Gene and Barbara would come to the Raleigh area to visit Gene’s brother, we would have lunch together. In every meeting, it was like old and good friends joining together once again. But I was always the student, and he always the teacher.

Finally, about four or five months ago I telephoned Gene to see how he was doing. By then he and Barbara had settled into a retirement community. He had, I knew, some health issues. But I simply wanted to express to him, again, my continuous and unceasing appreciation and thanks for all he had done for me, the direction he had imparted, the patient and sage advice, and, perhaps now most of all, the deep and abiding friendship, the kind of bond and love that comes from God Himself and in which we also learn the best parts of our humanity.

I tried to express this, these thoughts, to Barbara when we talked; I am not sure that I was able…words are not always easily found in these situations. But somehow I think she knows. And my dear friend and first “mentor,” Eugene Earnhardt, now at rest and at peace in the fellowship of Our Lord, knows.

Old friend, teacher, exemplar, guide—thank you! Rest in peace.

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