Mea Gulpa and The Grim Gospel of St. Paul

No posts for nearly 20 days…irregular posting since the new year started…humiliating…the blogger bund will be repossessing my membership card if this keeps up…but, honest, I haven’t let all my responsibilities slide…(gulp)

I just sent in another article for The Right Page…on Politics Canada…called The Grim Gospel of St. Paul…uhm…I think it’s funny…oh, and I wrote a couple of poems…uhm…one of them is actually quite good…no, really

…and I got my car fixed…I did, honest…fuel-pressure valve was sticking…cost me over 200 bucks...I drive a Mazda…(gulp)…it’s red….

Right.

Okay, okay, okay, look, I’m sorry…mea culpa…several things have happened since January that have helped dampen the fire in my belly, and govern my once-driving sense of outrage. Naturally, this has affected my give-a-damn gland vis-à-vis daily posting. It’s not that I don’t care about current affairs anymore, it’s just that I don’t feel the same sense of urgency to point out all the lies, prevarications and inanities of the western Left. I don’t have to, really. These whistle-heads, wild with anti-Bush hysteria, have been blowing gaskets every day since the war in Iraq. And, by showering everyone with their shallow platitudes and hostile invective (Al Sharpton uses the phrase “Jewing down the numbers” and he’s STILL considered a viable candidate for the Democrats? C’mon!), they’ve been turning more people conservative in one day, than I could help to do in a month of regular posting. They are their own worst enemy.

Hee, hee….

Besides, there are plenty of excellent conservative websites, commentators and bloggers out there (all the ones listed on the right-side of this page and many, many more.) lending invaluable assistance to The Cause.

Anyway, the only point I’m trying to make is that I’m going to continue posting, but I’m going to change the manner and style of my posts. I’ll still be commenting, but, just as I have with my Right Page articles, I want to move away from the dull and dusty tone of the serious, academic pundit, and sidle more towards a more enjoyable (for me, at least), iconoclastic, Gonzo-style of writing.

The greatest change, however, will be in the focus of many of my future posts. I’ve never hid the fact that I am a Christian, but I have purposely been non-sectarian in my religious expression. When I began this blog, I was satisfied with this generic Christianity—after all, in most cases, doctrinal differences are insignificant in relation to the secular world so sorely in need of any form of Christianity; but, recently I’ve begun to feel less content about this; I now want to use my blog as a way to proclaim my belief in the Christology and doctrine of The New Church (Church of the New Jerusalem). Not in an overt evangelizing way, but certainly much more directly.

Anyway, this’ll all become more obvious as I post later. So, let’s leave it for now. Here’s an excerpt from The Grim Gospel of St. John:

Edged-weapons and the lust for blood are everywhere these days. Last weekend in Toronto an as yet unknown psychopath repeatedly stabbed travel agency owner Paulson Chellakudam and visiting St. Lucian student Suzette Augustin to death during what police describe as an “apparent robbery”. In Oshawa a fight between two men resulted in a 24-year-old’s death by multiple stab wounds. And, in theatres around the country, the tortured visions of Mel Gibson’s Mediaeval Christology are assaulting the senses of moviegoers in the brutal, blood-soaked celluloid form of The Passion of the Christ.

Currently, in Ottawa, there is yet another macabre spectacle of running blood and sorrow. It is an on-going, slow motion political passion play detailing the last, albeit lengthy, days of a man once hailed as the Messiah of the Liberal Party of Canada: Mean Jean Chretien. The humble little millionaire, the crooked life-long civil servant, is stumbling to the hard and dusty top of a high and dirty hill. He will be haughty and arrogant to the end: the disgraced master of a disgraceful mission in the throes of hubris and denial. He will not be missed; he will not be mourned. Tears are only shed for victims, and although they both have the same initials, in Chretien’s Passion, the main character isn’t sinless. As well, the only persecuted innocents in it are the ignorant rabble of taxpayers, and those too-few souls, like Francois Beaudoin, who refused to follow along with the corkscrew plans of the would-be Savior of Canada.

Prime Minister Paul Martin, in what seems to be a state of righteous indignation, has traveled the country assuring everyone of his willingness to root out the rot in Canadian politics, and offer up the wrongdoers in his own party for sacrifice—to toss the money-changer’s from what should have been his father’s House, as it were—all to appease the hellish anger of the electorate. In the Gospel of St. Mathew, John the Baptist talks of swinging an axe through the roots of the evil trees, but in the autobiographical Gospel of St. Paul the Unknowing, the writer himself is going to do all the chopping, with, I suspect, a relish rivaling that of even the most insane Pharisee, or bloodthirsty Roman, conjured up by the febrile imagination of Mad Mel, The Road to Galilee Warrior....


The Lord bless you all...!