Democrats have been in shock for the past two weeks wondering how they could have possibly lost the presidential election. We will now give them the unvarnished truth they will not get anywhere else.
Photo: George Weigel
I recently came across a column by Dr. John Crosby, titled “Trump: On Counting the Cost,” in which he shared his perspective of the election particularly as a challenge to Catholic supporters of Mr. Trump. Other prominent Catholic writers such as George Weigel and Dr. Robert George raised similar concerns in the past. While Dr. Crosby raised some legitimate observations regarding the now President-Elect, I found his presentation to be incomplete in several areas.
First, Dr. Crosby inadequately represented the position of Catholic Trump supporters as mere hoping for “possible pro-life judicial appointments” due to Mr. Trump’s “half-hearted indications of making” such nominations. But is this an accurate presentation of either Mr. Trump’s commitments, or the broader reasons he was supported by so many conservatives?
CNN is shocked, SHOCKED, to find out that Donald Trump
said some bad things years ago.
Well, isn’t this something! While we all wait for Commissioner Gordon to call an emergency meeting of Gotham City Council, we sit in stunned disbelief over the cartoonish hypocrisy of the media. These wretched human beings spend 24/7 ramming their pro-sodomy, pro-abortion, pro-perversion agenda down the throats of the American people, and now here they are pretending to faint away in horror over Donald Trump’s potty-mouthed locker-room banter eleven years ago.
Shame on Donald Trump, scold the media hypocrites… for talking about the vile things Bill Clinton actually did—things which Grandma Clinton covered up, smoothed over, lied about and denied. Sure, Trump’s horrific banter would be a campaign killer in the America in which I grew up. But today? In 2016…after decades of perversion-peddling by the most powerful people in government, media and entertainment? The word “pervert” itself has lost its meaning under the watch of these perverts. These same charlatans screaming for Donald Trump’s head today, spent the last year demanding that men be given the right to use girls’ showers and restrooms all over America.
When I was about 16 years old, outside of our favorite coffee shop, my grandfather ruined my life.
Well, no. He did not actually ruin my life. That’s just what I thought at the time. He and I were enjoying an “extra hot” cup of coffee and a conversation about a tough situation I was dealing with at the time, when he told me, “You cannot be afraid to say what needs to be said even if you’re hated for doing it.” He went on to add what changed my life, “no matter what it is in life if you tolerate it, you promote it.” With those words, took the bliss out of my ignorance and he was saving my soul.
SINCE THE NOMINATION OF Donald J. Trump as the presidential candidate of the Republican Party, Catholics have divided themselves into different camps with respect to their attitude towards the 2016 United States Presidential Election. Some have voiced their support for Trump, some for Hillary Clinton, while others have committed to voting a third-party/write-in candidate. Still, others have noted their disdain for this election, altogether abstaining from voting.
“Pilate therefore said to Him: Art thou a King then? Jesus answered: Thou sayest that I am a King. For this was I born, and for this came I into the world, that I should give testimony to the truth. Every one that is of the truth, heareth My voice.”
Please join us in saying the following election novena for our country. Start with the meditation for each day, followed by the novena prayer at the end. Thank you.
The song is “American Heart” by patriot Jon David Kahn and can be purchased here:
I used to love politics.
I suppose in a way, I had an advantage. Born in the late 70s, I grew up in Reagan’s America. By the time I was eight years old, I watched the nightly news with my dad every single day. We didn’t talk about it unless I had questions, but it was an unspoken ritual; a thing we shared. I remember that feeling of there being a real man in the White House; a man of courage, and honor, a man who could inspire and lead but wouldn’t talk down to the little guy. I wrote him a letter once, when I was about nine. I got a courteous reply — not from him, of course, but from a White House staffer sending back a pre-signed template in his name — but to me, it was the same thing, and I was elated. Being a little kid with a man like Reagan in the White House was not all that different from being a little kid with a good dad. You trusted him to protect you, provide for you, and do whatever dad stuff needed doing. Whatever came up, he could handle it. Even when you weren’t paying close attention to one another — you doing your thing, he doing his — his mere presence was comforting.