Our Condolences….

to our Catholic friends. Pope John Paul II has passed.

Fox News has an obituary here.

Chrenkoff, a blogger who grew up in Poland, has a touching post here.

He was many things to many people, and his papacy touched on just about every political, economic, social and moral aspect of the past thirty years. Wiser people than I will make an assessment of John Paul as the leader of his billion-strong flock, as a theologian, and moral beacon. My John Paul, not surprisingly, is the political Pope, the Polish Pope, the one who helped to bring down the Soviet Empire. There is no doubt in my mind about the role he played in this grand spectacle of history. Forget all the rather silly theories about cooperation with the CIA, or some “holy alliance” with President Reagan; he made a difference not on the account of some covert shenanigans but because of who he was, what he said and what he did out in the open, in front of the billions.

If you distill it all into one word, it is this: hope. He gave us hope. By us, I mean initially the Poles, the troublemakers who in 1980 started rocking the communist boat…

The Mainstream Media demonstrates its bias yet again. See Powerline for details.

Captain Ed writes about the same thing, but it’s worth reading his take on it just for his way with words:

“My friend John “Rocket Man” Hinderaker caught the New York Times exposing its elitist sensibilities in reporting the death of Pope John Paul II. “

Last night I linked to the TEaching Company, which offers two free downloads on the papacy on the papal transition process.

Instapundit links a website with similar information in text form for those of us who prefer to read.

You can see President Bush’s remarks or read the transcript here.

Surely this is too ridiculous to be true, but K. J. Lopez at the Corner is reporting that

“It was just pointed out to me that the aforementioned Christiane earlier said that John Paul II was “the first non-Catholic” to be selected pope.”

I am not sure what she meant (if, indeed, the person reporting this heard it correctly). Perhaps she intended to say something about this Pope being the first non-Italian Pope in over four hundred years? Does she know what she meant?

Over at Bettnet, a Catholic blog, Dominico Bettinelli reports another odd strange statement by Amanpour.

“There was Christiane Amanpour, and I’m not kidding, she was saying, “There are millions of Catholics who disagree with the very, very conservative views of this Pope. Many women were disappointed at not being empowered to be able to join the Church [I presume she meant ordination.]” “

Even this staunch non-Catholic, Restoration Movement, Christian knows that the Pope is Catholic and he does ‘permit’ women to join the Catholic church. She also knows, unlike Ms. Amanpour, that the midst of the grieving process is not the time to complain, bellyache, gripe and otherwise whine about issues one might have had with the late Pontif. Every organization on earth does not have to reflect Amanpour’s ideas about women.

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Equuschick *rolls over and plays dead*

*But nobody falls for it and therefore everything keeps happening and she is depressed*

Okay, really. Life isn’t that bad. I mean, I got off work two hours early! Woo!

Oh, wait. I only got off work two hours early because at one pm Headgirl calls me to say both my horses are out, she is at home alone w/disabled sister and can’t do nuffink about it. So yeah, life is that bad after all.
I tap The Boss on the shoulder and let her know what’s going on and I take my lunch break to go collect equines. Only by the time I get here they are out of the yard and in the cornfield across the road, and by the time I get all the way over THERE they are heading for the interstate; the only thing standing between them and their suicidal goal is an antique cow fence. Actually catching them becomes Priority D, and Priorities A-C become redirecting them. And so I did. For a good hour I herded them on foot, and I never got within five feet of them. And it’s cold and windy and have I mentioned I was out there for an hour? Within fifty minutes I had them back in our yard, and with the help of some grain I had them back in the pasture. By this point the shelter would be closing in an hour anyway and it would be take me fifteen minutes to get back. I called The Boss, and she told me not to bother because she’s sweet and reasonable that way. So, here I am, cold and wheezing, but at home on the computer and having discussions with the First Years.

“FirstYear Girl, why did you hit The Boy?”
“I didn’t. I missed.”
“Oh. Right. Makes it all better. ‘Yes, Mr. Policeman, I was trying to shoot this person and steal his car, but you shouldn’t arrest me for it. I missed’.”

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Stealing Classified Documents

Geraghty’s take on Sandy Berger’s theft and destruction of classified documents here.

“Now… what about this deafening silence that we have heard on this from Berger’s associates, since this story first surfaced? Will we be seeing any criticism of him from former President Clinton, Madeline Albright, Hillary, John Kerry, or any other prominent Democrat? Is the perception that this is no big deal, standard operating procedure for that White House, and is something to be swept under the rug?

Do any Democrats want to confront the unpleasant truths of how the Clinton White House handled terrorism?

Because there were some facts out there that were so damning, Sandy Berger was willing to break the law to make sure the public never saw them.”

Balloon Juice also has a good post on this one.

“When they say misled, they mean he lied…”

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We are not Catholic…

And we are _really_ not Catholic, but obviously at this time things Catholic are much in the news, and I would like my young people to deepen their understanding of current events and make connections of their own.

Toward that end I’ve tried to collect some information for the non-Catholic reader (mostly with my own children in mind). Because I know we have several Catholic readers whom I love, and given the delicate and sensitive timing of this post, I have tried to choose links that are not going to be hostile or offensive to our Catholics friends. Indeed, most of the links are from a Catholic perspective. If I’ve missed something hurtful, please understand it was not at all with a desire to offend. There may be a good time for vigourous discussion about our theological differences, but I do not feel this particular time would be in good taste.

Meanwhile, for our Common Room Scholars these links might be helpful, interesting, and informative (but then, I think almost anything informative is interesting):

Papal Transitions

From The Anchoress, who picked it up from Hugh Hewitt.

Michele Malkin has an educational post with plenty of links to keep you busy.

An Atheist website about this Pope: Obviously, it’s not always complimentary, and I am not in agreement with the opinions on this website. However, they approach the issues civilly and from a different point of view than most of the other websites I have found tonight, so offer a valuable tool for educational purposes. This is, after all, at least partially a blog concerned with education.

A biographical account

Hugh Hewitt tells us that The Teaching Company, a favorite of homeschoolers, is offering two free lectures on the ‘history and workings of papal elections.‘ I’m listening to it now, and I have some points of disagreement, but this is not the time. It is informative. The lecturer is interesting to listen to. He shares many of those details dear to the hearts of the Geeky Dweebs of the Common Room (the root of the word conclave, for instance).

Hugh also says:

With Reagan and Solzhenitsyn, John Paul II represents the three forces of opposition to communism that shattered the evil empire, the Soviet Union –the American-led West, the Eastern European resistance, and the Russian dissident movement. They also represented the three spheres of opposition: political, artistic and spiritual. Each man came into the field of his greatness later in life, and each has endured hard circumstances in their later years. I hope Solzhenitisyn is able to and inclined to write about his colleagues in the struggle that triumphed.

World Magazine has an article which includes several links of interest.

CNN has an extensive biographical website: “How a Boy from Small-Town Poland Grew Up to Become Pope…”

You can also find information about the succession and cool stuff like an interactive map of the places the Pope has traveled. As many sites mention, he has traveled more than any other pope. According to the Teaching Company lecture mentioned above, he has spent more time away from Rome than any pope since the Great Schism.

Frontline has an interesting account of the Pope John Paul II and the fall of communism.

Biography and collection of links to the writings of Pope John Paul II, the most widely traveled pope ever, and one who has “consecrated each place that he has visited to the Blessed Virgin Mary…”

“In the summer of 1995, Pope John Paul II began a lengthy catechisis on the Blessed Virgin Mary during his weekly Angelus addresses, culminating on 25 October 1995, with his instruction on Our Lady’s active participation in the Sacrifice of Calvary. This active participation of Our Lady at Calvary is called the corredemption. Already in 1982 and 1985 Pope John Paul II used the term “corredemptrix” in reference to Our Lady in public addresses. This is significant, for he is the first Pope to do so since Pope Benedict XV at whose prayer Our Lady came to Fatima to reveal Her Immaculate Heart. Since the time of Pope Benedict XV, this terminology was under review by the Holy See; the present Pope’s usage is a confirmation of this traditional view of Mary’s role in salvation history.”

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The First Years Need to Go.To.Bed.

**Update: I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t think what it was. When I awoke this morning, I suddenly remembered this bit of forgotten dialogue (which belongs below somewhere between when the FYG was told to take a shower and the FYB was telling me about the twaddly movie he watched at Granny Tea’s house).

:inserted dialogue: Boy: (running out of the bathroom amidst much smothered laughter and loud whispers) “Equuschick, what color is your toothbrush?”

Equuschick: “Do I look stupid?”

Boy: “Oh, come on, please? I just want to know.”

Equuschick: “Leave my toothbrush alone, please.”

Boy runs back to bathroom where we hear more smothered laughter and poorly disguised plotting.

First Year Girl: “Head Girl, what color is your toothbrush?”

Head Girl: “I am not telling you. “


FYG and FYB: “Awww, rats!”

*(Headmistress makes note to herself to file this among the rules my mother never told me I’d need to make)
Original post follows:

Boy: “Mom, Mom, listen carefully to how quietly I can tiptoe.”

Mom: (teasing) “How can I listen if there’s nothing to hear?”

Boy: “That’s the point!!”
peals of laughter while he tells us how easily he can sneak up on us now.

First Year Girl: “Do you know he made up a story of the dinosaur and his giant booger?”

Mom: “No, and I don’t want to know it. It sounds gross.”

Boy: “Yes, what did you expect? “
more peals of laughter. They disappear upstairs, where neither of them sleep, and when we hear a suspicious amount of laughter I call them down and ask what is going on.

Boy: “There’s a tick in the FYG’s head.”

Mom: “EW.”

FYG, laughing: “It didn’t hurt. I already took it out.”

Mom: “EEW. Why are you laughing? Is this an April Fool’s joke?”

FYG: still laughing, “No, really, there was a tick.”

Mom: “Ew. (feels her scalp for more bugs, doesn’t find any) Go take a shower.”

Head Girl: “Can I pour ice water on her head while she’s in the shower?”

Mom: “No, that’s the kind of April Fool’s joke that backfires on you. You do not want to start something like that.”

Boy: (for twenty minutes tells Mom details of a twaddly movie he watched at Granny Tea’s house today, which details the Deputy Headmistress can NOT repeat because she couldn’t type that fast. Suffice it to say that the movie involved death by horseback fall, maiming by axe accident, skunk spraying, and a mother who ‘gave birth to a newborn baby boy who grew up to be nine years old’ and then, at the grown up age of nine, went on to have wonderful adventures involving axe blades and tourniquets and encounters with skunks).

Mom (at proper intervals): “Mmm hmmm. Really? Yes? You don’t say! My, oh, my. Well, wasn’t that something!”

Boy: “Do you know how movies are made? “

Mom: “You sure have a lot to say tonight.”

Boy: “Yes, I would like to tell you about stuff.”

Mom: “Okay, tell me stuff.”

Boy: “Well, Not a regular movie, but a kid movie with not real things in it. I can tell you how that is made.”

Mom: “Okay, tell me.”

Boy: “First they make lots of pictures, and they color them all so good. They put them all together and make them move really fast. So fast you can’t see them. Then it looks like they are moving. When you go to bed I will tell you a story about how T.V. works.”

Mom: “I am not going to bed for a long time, so you may be asleep.”

Boy: “Well, I’m not done telling about how movies are made, so I am not going to be yet, either.”

Mom: “Oh, really?”

Boy: “Muvver, please can I tell you?” (the boy always says ‘muvver’ when he wants something).

Mom: “Okay, tell me more.”

Boy: “Oh, I didn’t brush my teeth yet, Muvver, so can I have a Popsicle?” (he means lollipop).

Mom: “No, you’ve had enough sweets, and don’t call me Muvver when you just want to wheedle a treat.”

Boy: grins winningly and continues ‘telling me stuff.’

“The voices are these actors who stand around microphones with this thing like a song book in their hands and they follow along with it and do what it says until it comes to the end. They have to get to the end.”

Mom, muttering under her breath: “they are not the only ones.”

Boy: “That’s right, they all have to get to the end, all the actors.”

Mom: “That’s true, they all do (shushing the Head Girl’s poorly smothered giggles). Do you know what the songbook thing is called?”

Boy: “No.”

Mom: “It’s called a script. They are reading from a script.”

“There’s a boss who makes suggestions about how they should do it.”

Mom: “That’s right. Do you know what’s he’s called?”

Boy: “Yes, he’s called the boss.”

Mom: “He is the boss, and he’s also called the director.”

Boy: “Yeah. That’s what I was think that I was going to say. It was just in my mind to say that when you said it. He makes the suggestions (suggestions is a new word with him. He likes to use it a lot. You can tell he likes the way it feels in his mouth when he says it).”

Boy: “Head Girl, can I sleep in your bed to- oh, never mind. (giggles) Equuschick, can I- oh, I don’t want to sleep in her bed, either, because then I’ll get wet.
more giggles.

Head Girl, ominously: “Boy! What did you do?”

Boy Giggling: “I can’t tell you. But it’s cold.”

Head Girl: “Did you put water on my bed?”

Boy: “No, colder than that.”

HeadGirl: “Ice?”

Boy: laughter– “yes, and in Equuschick’s bed, too.”

Mom: “Go get the ice, now. It will melt and then the mattress will be wet, and in this house, that means it will get moldy.”

Boy runs to get the ice, still laughing, and telling us it was the First Year girl’s fault (it was ever so, since the Garden of Eden).

Head Girl, grimly: “You should have let me try the ice water.”

Boy, several minutes later returns, panting: “The water is in Mom’s bed. Well, not her bed, but on her pillow.”

Mom: Aside to boy: “Go put it in the dryer, please. hollering back to the bathroom where the First Year Girl just finished her shower: This was not a good April Fool’s joke.”

First Year Girl: “Which one?”

Head Girl, muttering darkly: “You should have let me pour ice water on her.”

The DeputyHeadmistress’ notes to self:
1. Food coloring in the toilet tank is more effective than soap suds.

2. Clear, invisible tape holding down the handle of the sink sprayer is more effective than a lime green rubber band. Although both resulted in a dinner plate sized water stain on the blouse of the two victims.

3. Eating all the Equuschick’s chocolate doughnuts can be better explained as an April Fool’s Joke if you remember to say it was an April Fool’s Joke when she catches you at it. Telling her it was April Fool’s two hours later is rather lame.

4. Tell the Equuschick that hiding her own glasses from herself cannot be called an April Fool’s trick.

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