WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

I doubt not then but innocence shall make false accusation blush, and tyranny tremble at patience.

Cold Case Closed

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Earth-scorched, he heads for greener pastures? It seems that the Trainman has left the station. Folded shop... hit the trail... sort of. Mr. Bruise has begun a new project. 

Same old same old.

Readers of this blog are well aware of Mr. Bruise's questionable behaviour, a blogger who, until recently, operateth a cumbersome blog, a blog that suffereth exceedingly from explosive verbal diarrhea.

Unsurprisingly, at his departure he fired a few parting shots. A mild threat accompanied his farewell discourse. Namely, that he might post on Ordinariate themes at his new blog.

Continue to pray for Mr. Bruce.

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2 TIMOTHY 1:7

For God did not give us a spirit of timidity but a spirit of power and love and self-control.

POPE LEO XIV Magnifica Humanitas

Even in the darkest nights, the Lord raises up men and women who refuse to give up, who persevere in doing good, who protect the vulnerable and open pathways to reconciliation. The memory of the saints, righteous people and the oft-forgotten peacemakers, show us that grace does not magically eliminate conflict, but instead it inspires active resistance to evil and an astonishing creativity in doing good” (paragraph 211).

THOMAS SOWELL

It is bad enough that so many people believe things without any evidence. What is worse is that some people have no conception of evidence and regard facts as just someone else's opinion.

WORDS TO THE WHYS

Forsooth, when ignorance doth wear so bold a face, and folly struts with such unblushing pride, methinks the time hath come to cast off patience, and with a tongue that brooks no further slight, to bid these dolts depart, and find some other ear to plague with their unlettered prate! - Fidesius Justus