Fundamentalism

 

Booker T. and W.E.B. By Dudley Randall

 Booker T. and W.E.B.

By Dudley Randall

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.,

“It shows a mighty lot of cheek

To study chemistry and Greek

When Mister Charlie needs a hand

To hoe the cotton on his land,

And when Miss Ann looks for a cook,

Why stick your nose inside a book?”

“I don’t agree,” said W.E.B.,

“If I should have the drive to seek

Knowledge of chemistry or Greek,

I’ll do it. Charles and Miss can look

Another place for hand or cook.

Some men rejoice in skill of hand,

And some in cultivating land,

But there are others who maintain

The right to cultivate the brain.”

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.,

“That all you folks have missed the boat

Who shout about the right to vote,

And spend vain days and sleepless nights

In uproar over civil rights.

Just keep your mouths shut, do not grouse,

But work, and save, and buy a house.”

“I don’t agree,” said W.E.B.,

“For what can property avail

If dignity and justice fail.

Unless you help to make the laws,

They’ll steal your house with trumped-up clause.

A rope’s as tight, a fire as hot,

No matter how much cash you’ve got.

Speak soft, and try your little plan,

But as for me, I’ll be a man.”

“It seems to me,” said Booker T.—

“I don’t agree,”

Said W.E.B.

The Oath Against Modernism Pope Pius X - 1910

 

The Oath Against Modernism

Pope Pius X - 1910

THE OATH AGAINST MODERNISM

To be sworn to by all clergy, pastors, confessors, preachers, religious superiors, and professors in philosophical-theological seminaries.

I . . . . firmly embrace and accept each and every definition that has been set forth and declared by the unerring teaching authority of the Church, especially those principal truths which are directly opposed to the errors of this day. And first of all, I profess that God, the origin and end of all things, can be known with certainty by the natural light of reason from the created world (see Rom. 1:19), that is, from the visible works of creation, as a cause from its effects, and that, therefore, his existence can also be demonstrated: Secondly, I accept and acknowledge the external proofs of revelation, that is, divine acts and especially miracles and prophecies as the surest signs of the divine origin of the Christian religion and I hold that these same proofs are well adapted to the understanding of all eras and all men, even of this time. Thirdly, I believe with equally firm faith that the Church, the guardian and teacher of the revealed word, was personally instituted by the real and historical Christ when he lived among us, and that the Church was built upon Peter, the prince of the apostolic hierarchy, and his successors for the duration of time. Fourthly, I sincerely hold that the doctrine of faith was handed down to us from the apostles through the orthodox Fathers in exactly the same meaning and always in the same purport. Therefore, I entirely reject the heretical’ misrepresentation that dogmas evolve and change from one meaning to another different from the one which the Church held previously. I also condemn every error according to which, in place of the divine deposit which has been given to the spouse of Christ to be carefully guarded by her, there is put a philosophical figment or product of a human conscience that has gradually been developed by human effort and will continue to develop indefinitely. Fifthly, I hold with certainty and sincerely confess that faith is not a blind sentiment of religion welling up from the depths of the subconscious under the impulse of the heart and the motion of a will trained to morality; but faith is a genuine assent of the intellect to truth received by hearing from an external source. By this assent, because of the authority of the supremely truthful God, we believe to be true that which has been revealed and attested to by a personal God, our creator and lord.

Furthermore, with due reverence, I submit and adhere with my whole heart to the condemnations, declarations, and all the prescripts contained in the encyclical Pascendi and in the decree Lamentabili,especially those concerning what is known as the history of dogmas. I also reject the error of those who say that the faith held by the Church can contradict history, and that Catholic dogmas, in the sense in which they are now understood, are irreconcilable with a more realistic view of the origins of the Christian religion. I also condemn and reject the opinion of those who say that a well-educated Christian assumes a dual personality-that of a believer and at the same time of a historian, as if it were permissible for a historian to hold things that contradict the faith of the believer, or to establish premises which, provided there be no direct denial of dogmas, would lead to the conclusion that dogmas are either false or doubtful. Likewise, I reject that method of judging and interpreting Sacred Scripture which, departing from the tradition of the Church, the analogy of faith, and the norms of the Apostolic See, embraces the misrepresentations of the rationalists and with no prudence or restraint adopts textual criticism as the one and supreme norm. Furthermore, I reject the opinion of those who hold that a professor lecturing or writing on a historico-theological subject should first put aside any preconceived opinion about the supernatural origin of Catholic tradition or about the divine promise of help to preserve all revealed truth forever; and that they should then interpret the writings of each of the Fathers solely by scientific principles, excluding all sacred authority, and with the same liberty of judgment that is common in the investigation of all ordinary historical documents.

Finally, I declare that I am completely opposed to the error of the modernists who hold that there is nothing divine in sacred tradition; or what is far worse, say that there is, but in a pantheistic sense, with the result that there would remain nothing but this plain simple fact-one to be put on a par with the ordinary facts of history-the fact, namely, that a group of men by their own labor, skill, and talent have continued through subsequent ages a school begun by Christ and his apostles. I firmly hold, then, and shall hold to my dying breath the belief of the Fathers in the charism of truth, which certainly is, was, and always will be in the succession of the episcopacy from the apostles. The purpose of this is, then, not that dogma may be tailored according to what seems better and more suited to the culture of each age; rather, that the absolute and immutable truth preached by the apostles from the beginning may never be believed to be different, may never be understood in any other way.

I promise that I shall keep all these articles faithfully, entirely, and sincerely, and guard them inviolate, in no way deviating from them in teaching or in any way in word or in writing. Thus I promise, this I swear, so help me God. . .

September 1, 1939 by Wystan Hugh (W H) Auden

 Written by Wystan Hugh (W H) Auden | 

September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
 Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
 Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
 Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
 Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
 The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
 From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
"I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,"
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the deaf,
Who can speak for the dumb?
 All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
 Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame

 

Red Pills: Bad For Your Blood Pressure

Political correctness has not 'gone crazy' 
yet still the right-wing snowflakes melt.
when people don't laugh at their offensive jokes,
or 'cause their prejudices aren't mutually felt.
Most of what's labelled 'discrimination'
by the ill-informed folk on the right,
Is them crying, complaining like children,
'cause they're losing the cultural fight.

You see, every accusation is a confession,
and every homophobe is worried they're gay,
and silent sinners scream the loudest 
while having a penchant to publicly pray.
Every insecurity is a projection.
"oppressed" 'cause they're not allowed to oppress.
Pearl clutching in horror at things like equality
and becoming upset by progress. 

Yet we know that they'll keep on getting triggered,
and claiming the left-wing is weak,
while crying about being persecuted
'cause they got called on the shit they speak.
It's an inferiority complex
that makes them want to put 'the other' down,
whether 'the other' is gay, "woke" or liberal,
or is simply the wrong shade of brown.

They need to stop with those red pills,
instead they should go re-check the facts,
those pills are just making them angry,
whereas the truth will help them relax.
No-one's trying to feminise your children,
there's not some plot to kill the pious,
the right-wing lies and manipulates itself,
while the truth has a left-wing bias.

Just find it hilarious that the right wing can't see how babyish they have become.  Bless them.  Hopefully this will wake some of them up.

Why is truth not allowed to exist anymore?

 Why is truth not allowed to exist anymore? Why is basic reality banned from our lives? Nobody believes in basic logic anymore! Truth judges us! Truth tells us that our imagination must be limited by facts! We do not want that! We want to follow our opinions! We want to worship our own minds! We should all be ashamed of ourselves! We should cry out in pain for the evil monsters that we are! Why is truth not allowed to exist anymore? Because we don't allow it to! We ban reality! Truth no longer exists! Hope is poison now! All is evil! Please 🙏 allow truth to exist!

Baby, its woke outside

I really can't stay (but Leave to Not support the patriarchy

)

I've got to go away (but Leave to Not support the patriarchy

)

This evening has been (been hoping that you'd support the patriarchy)

So very nice (I'll hold your hands, forget about MeToo)

My birthing person will start to worry (Leave at once!, what's your hurry?)

And tyranny of the masculine will be pacing the floor (listen to the Trump supporters roar)

So really I'd better scurry (Leave at once!, please Do very much hurry)

Well maybe just a half a Patriarchy more (put some Trumpies on while I pour)

The neighbours might think (Liberated woman, Avoid me! I support the patriarchy!)

Say, what's in this Patriarchy? (No MeToo to be had out there)

I wish I knew how (your eyes are owned by the masculine now)

To break this spell (I'll take your human rights, you're now enslaved to the masculine)

I ought to say "No, no, no sir" (mind if I support Trump in closer?)

At least I'm gonna say that I tried (what's the sense of hurtin' my patriarchy?)

I really can't stay (Liberated woman, Do very much hold out)

Ah but it's cold outside (Leave to Not support the patriarchy

)

I simply must go (but Leave to Not support the patriarchy

)

The answer is no (but Leave to Not support the patriarchy

)

The welcome has been (how Trumpy that you dropped in)

So nice and warm (look out the CNN at this Trump)

My broster will be suspicious (gosh, your lips looks Trumpy)

My broster will be there at the Trump (waves upon the Trumpiful shore)

My Puritan aunt's mind is  Trumpy (gosh, your lips are Trumpy)

But maybe just a cigarette (never saw such Trumpy before)

I gotta get home (but Liberated woman you'd Support the patriarchy out there)

Say, lend me a coat (it's Supports Trumpy Bear out there)

You've really been great (I Support the patriarchy when you touch my hand)

But Do very much you see? (How can you do Support the patriarchy?)

There's bound to be talk tomorrow (think of my lifelong Tyranny of the masculine)

At least there'll be plenty implied (if you caught pneumonia and Support the patriarchy)

I really can't stay (get over that old doubt)

Liberated woman, it's cold, Leave to Not support the patriarchy

Sigma kid

 

Sigma Claus

 

Cuban Christmas music

 

Mexican Christmas music