Thursday, August 29, 2013


"No Paul we do not have to defend this claptrap article. Nor do we have to for all the others that will come down our pipeline in the future. I sent it to you so you might help me separate the chaffe from grain. It got my attention that's why I sent it to you. BTW 1 claptrap article out of 40,000 for the month do not make for a bad harvest. And believe it or not I do scan through them all everyday, several times a day"

The fact of the matter is, "It is too late."  It is past history.   It appeared.  You read it.  You sent it to me.  I was buried in work. I finally read it.  Told you that it is bad.  So you took it down.  So what?  It's too late.  One article out of 40,000 is a fallacious argument since the following of the one author is more than 1.  I flunked Math, but I did not flunk logic.  Statistics are invalid in the spiritual world where one act of virtue is enough and one immoral act is too much.  They are also invalid in a world where 400,000,000 humans have smartphones.  In a world with 12 or 13 time zones.  You cannot use the statistics argument with me.  I work for an enterprise that works around the clock, in all these time zones, has about 500 contractors and over 1,000 clients, and therefore can, at best, react to the interlocutions that flood the central bureau every hour of every day.  I resent having to be re-active to the world in the Kingdom of God, instead of pro-active.
If that sounds unrealistic, out of touch, quaint, other-worldly, old school, or whatever other adjective you want to use, fine.  I will remind you that it is the stone that makes the waves and the shore, no matter how expansive, can only feel the effects of the stone's act.  I refuse to be nothing but the shore.
It's admirable that you scan everything that comes across every day, but I am not impressed and here's why.  Like Don Quixote, your jousting against how many hundreds of thousands of windmills?  You are not more effective than the farmer who makes his rounds five times every day and closes the barn after the horse has been stolen.  You are nothing but a small protrusion from the shore.

"BTW, Deacon Kendra who posted this is a very conservative Catholic. And is one of the more respected ones. I am of the opinion he posted it to stimulate conversation not to convert to the subject person's position."
I will tell you that in the tradition of the Church, communicating things just to stimulate conversation is forbidden. Especially when you are stimulating conversation in the public at large, a largely ill informed public, I might add.  This is called the "Systematic Doubt."  See, there's even a name for it.  So, don't think you've made any headway on me with that one.  In this case, a deacon floating the position for homosexual marriage to millions of smartphone users is sure to cause the twisting and mangling of the weaker consciences in the audience. Not to mention the glee of those who hate the Catholic church to begin with.

You're going to have to do better than to tell me that our only option is to be re-active.  I am not going on prevent defense in matters of religion.  If that is the life of the 21st century, then I'm glad that my time is measured and my fuse is short.  And if, indeed, we are reduced to nursing our product after it has been bitten, I staunchly and irretrievably refuse to be a part of life in that environment.  I am a missionary, not a nurse; I am a teacher, not a cop.

Sunday, August 25, 2013


Stick with me here, you'll see
I want to present a plan that will surely free many people from the devilish dungeon of falling deeper and deeper into debt.
My plan is also sure to rescue many more people from the clutches of the avaricious, loan purveyors who tend to make Shakespeare's Shylock look like a kindly grandfather.
We live in a society that doesn't thrive on logic.  It thrives instead on a well devised system of usury, designed to circumvent whatever laws that could be in place to prevent it.  I, however have discovered how to use the "Shylock-ness" of the system against it.
Remember the two prongs of the proposition:
Rescue borrowers from Debt <<<<>>>>Crush the Debtors

It dawned on me the other day.  A few years back, I received a phone call from a sweet, smooth, youthful female voice, lightly sprinkled with aromatic curry, but mellifluously cadenced.  The voice was explaining to me that if I didn't pay $ X00.00 before 
"0A/0B/CCCC" I would be reported to all major credit bureaux and my credit would thereafter be negatively impacted.  I responded to the sweet cadence with a quick, sharp bistouri monosyllabic ripost that I had no positive credit rating already, so she could go soak her head in the Ganges for all I cared.  I told her that her employer would get his money, and then some because of the penalties, which sums would go toward paying her paltry wages.
Goodbye, sweetie.
But, the conspiracy plan hit me just the other day.  I don't know why it took so long.
The lenders can be killed by their very own "security."
Here's how it goes:
I have 6 outstanding credit accounts that I have to pay into every month.
You have 6 such accounts.
We all have 6 such accounts.
We all behave such that we don't impoverish ourselves by driving up too many late fees, but just enough so that the plan can work and we get "reported" to the credit police.
So now, after a short while, we all have such low credit scores, say 150, for example, that no one will lend to us.
So we have now satisfied all our late fees and we are back on the minimum payment level.  It is important to drag this out for as long as possible.  While we have at least one such minimum payment as an obligation, no one will lend us anything.
So now we are, at best, on a debit card basis, and at worst, a cash only basis.  But, the lenders are making less and less money.  No more late fees, declining interest payments and, by their very own rules, declining loan approvals.  Yeah, the creeps are in trouble and they are dying by their very own criminal tool, the credit bureau.  
Then, here's the great schadenfreude moment.  It starts with the glossy mail offer to raise our credit.  Wwhhhrrrrrrrrr, shredder. After so many of those, here comes the slick snake oil telephone call.  I know, I've had this pleasure a couple of times.  
Oil Can Harry:  "We can get you a credit card rate of 5% plus a 2% rewards program."
Yours Truly, Krusty Kurmujjin:  "Get lost idiot.  Can't you see that my credit score is 150?"
OCH:  "Oh, you have such a wonderful payment record that we can make an exception."
YT, KK:  "Good.  I got only two more payments to make and then maybe you'll get laid off because there'll be no more income."
OCH:  Oh, don't worry, that won't happen."
YT, KK:  "Dream on, Bucko, I got friends.  The fact that you're calling means that we are winning.  Bye, now, Sweetheart."
See, that's how it works.  I think we can win this war.  Kill 'em with their own sword.  

Saturday, August 24, 2013


 Hi.  Welcome to my retro post, almost totally handwritten, in what used to be known as longhand but now masquerades as cursive...in my very own, arthritically damaged handwriting. Enjoy!
Needless to say...
I was called into the head office and told that my services were no longer desired.
I have subsequently learned that the 
kindergarten teachers can't read long hand writing either.
Maybe we should go back to hieroglyphics...they have such pretty birds on their walls!