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April 20th, 2010


Have you felt the swelling, the burning, within your chest as you come upon something beautiful? A landscape? a work of art? an act of heroism? a glimpse of truth? and you find yourself saying, “So beautiful! So beautiful! So beautiful!”?

The beauty of truth, the beauty of love, seems somehow a subject so holy that you dare not touch it lest you sully or tarnish it as when you pin down a butterfly trying to capture its loveliness. Sometimes only poetry seems to be the appropriate language.

Wordsworth came upon a scene which moved him –

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!

Sometimes beauty is seen with the inward eye –

When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze…..

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Edna St. Vincent Millay tells you that –

Euclid alone
Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

You can imagine Euclid (or Einstein), as they first grasped some mathematical truth, saying, “Ah, yes, now I see – that’s how it is!”

I was not yet twenty when I came upon a copy of The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran and it so touched my heart that I copied out the whole chapter on love, part of which follows:

Love has no desire but to fulfill itself
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires;
To melt and be like a running brook that sings it melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by you own understanding of love
And to bleed willingly and joyfully
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy
To return home at eventide with gratitude
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

And Jesus’ disciples said to each other, “Didn’t our hearts burn within us as he talked with us on the road and explained the Scriptures to us?”   (Luke 24:32)

Sir Walter Scott felt the love of homeland –

Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Paul Anka (1959) had a heart that sang –

May your heart burn, swell, sing this day because you have encountered truth, beauty, love.


“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,” – that is all
Ye know on earth and all ye need to know.
–——Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn

April 17th, 2010


My beloved grandson, who has a excellent brain, finds it difficult to understand how an intelligent woman like me can be so easily manipulated by conservative spinmeisters. He thinks that “Hannity, Beck, Pritchett couldn’t speak a single honest and accurate sentence if you paid them.” He was kind enough provide me with a link so I could watch the movie, Zeitgeist, and get another viewpoint. I did just that (twice, and then some) and I also watched the 2007 addendum. After a slow start in which we are told we need to know the truth because it will set us free it certainly held my attention.

Zeitgeist is a two hour movie, jam-packed with statements purporting to be facts, and dealing with its claims is not possible in a few blog posts. However, by way of a brief recap, the movie begins by telling us that the Jesus myth merely builds on ancient tales going back to the Egyptian Horus in 3000 BC and there actually never was a historical Jesus. It goes on to explain how the attack on the World Trade Towers on 9/11/2001 was an inside job and those two aircraft couldn’t possibly have brought down those three towers at free fall speed. Runs on banks were deliberately started in 1907, 1920, and 1929 in order to seize monetary control, and the Federal Reserve (“which is as federal as Federal Express”) is owned by international bankers and has usurped the government.

To gain more control, our gold was seized with the end of the gold standard in 1933. World War I was triggered by the planned sinking of the Lusitania. Pearl Harbor and Vietnam were basically wars which were wanted, planned, and prolonged for profit. We already have RFID chips in our new passports and will soon have them in our ID cards (if not implanted in our bodies) so every action we perform can be documented and if we get out of line we can be controlled by just turning off our chip. Then there’s the Amero in the future, the new currency for the North American Union, similar to Europe’s Euro! This, they say, is just another step toward a one world government.

I shall close this review of Zeitgeist with two quotes that appear toward the end:

We shall have world government whether or not we like it. The only question is whether it will be achieved by conquest or by consent.”
—— James Warburg to the U. S. Senate Committee on Foreign Relations 1950.

We are grateful to the Washington Post, the New York Times, Time Magazine, and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost 40 years. It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subjected to the lights of publicity during those years. But the world is more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national auto-determination practiced in past centuries.
——- David Rockefeller, Council on Foreign Relations.

This is just a taste of Zeitgeist, the movie. It’s not that we’ve never had a hint of any of these things before. We’ve heard it said that there are behind-the-scenes banking cartels ruling the world and that we ourselves took the Twin Towers down (Rosie O’Donnell comes to mind). But the marshaling of one “conspiracy theory” after another is impressive and worrying. At the end one can only think that if these things are true, if indeed there are people with so much power that they can start wars for their own gain, manipulate the media to keep the masses in the dark, control and use millions of unthinking, unsuspecting people, then we live in a world in which evil holds sway, there is no God,  and all is lost. Understandably determining the facts about all of these many frightening claims would be a job for a lifetime. I do not have the time or the energy or the money or the political clout to investigate, for example, just the claim that  Pearl Harbor was not a sneak attack but was a set-up arranged by international bankers in order to begin a profitable war with Japan.

I would urge everyone to watch  Zeitgeist just to see what some folks are thinking and saying. I do not intend at anytime soon to deal with its many shocking revelations or with the subsequent Zeitgeist movement.

It behooves me, however, as a Christian, to come to terms with the charge that the Jesus narrative is just the retelling of an old, old tale and there actually was no historical Jesus. My life, after all, revolves around this “myth.”  It should be coming up — in due time.

The following is a little clip from Zeitgeist — a tantalizer.


He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. — Micah 6:8

February 23rd, 2010



by Skip Coryell


I got a letter in the mail last week. It was from Sarah Palin. I wasn’t expecting it. After all, I don’t even know her. But, nonetheless, there it was, lying in my mailbox, a letter from Wasilla, Alaska, the office of Sarah Palin. I’ve gotten mail from lots of famous politicians in my time: George W. Bush, John McCain, George H.W. Bush, and even from Ronald Reagan himself. But all of them had two things in common: 1) They had no idea who I was, and, 2) They were asking me for money.

So I opened this letter expecting a plea for much-needed funds to advance the TEA Party agenda or to help stop the Obama socialist juggernaut from sweeping across the land like a swarm of locusts, consuming everything moral and good in its path. But Sarah from Wasilla surprised me. It was a personal letter. It said:

“Dear Skip, Thank you so much for the copies of your books and for your generosity. Todd and I were happy to receive your encouraging message and we appreciate your thoughtfulness for taking the time to write. God bless you. Thank you again and all the best to you and your family.

Sincerely, Sarah Palin”

The signature was in blue ink and very impressive. I could tell she was an “A” student in school. My wife is like that too.

But there it was, a personal letter from the most popular/notorious woman in America. It was short, but still, it was personal.

As you know, I’m the Founder of the Second Amendment March, and I had written Sarah asking her to speak at our event on April 19th, 2010 in Washington D.C. The letter was hand-delivered to her house by our Alaska State Coordinator along with signed copies of all my books. (That’s right. I was sucking up to her. I figured it couldn’t hurt.)

I’m a die-hard conservative, and when I think of Sarah Palin, I shiver with both excitement and dread. You see, I read Sarah’s book Going Rogue and was very impressed. Here was a real person, a real American, with real God-fearing American values and she was in politics to boot. It excites me because I want to believe she is the real thing. It terrifies me because few people ever go to DC without being corrupted. And America just can’t afford to have another hero go bad.

I think about Sarah Palin and I wonder. Who is she? Who is the real Sarah Palin? Is she the airheaded ditz depicted by Tina Fey and the rest of the mainstream media, or is she real? I want to think the latter. I want to think she’s the strong mother who holds Trig in her arms and kisses his forehead. I want to think she reads bedtime stories to her daughter, Willow. I like to think she’s still madly in love with Todd and her marriage is healthy and strong. The hopeful part of me wants to think all those things.

But…She’s a politician… isn’t she?

I’ve always subscribed to that old adage:
Question: “How do you know when a politician is lying?
Answer: “His lips are moving.”
But is Sarah different?

Every two weeks I meet with my Second Amendment March State Coordinators via teleconference and we plan and talk about the April 19th event. A few weeks ago we were talking about the possibility of Sarah speaking at our march and I asked Len Betts, our Alaska Coordinator, if he’d seen her. The conversation went something like this:

Skip: “Len, have you seen Sarah Palin lately?”
Len: “Sure, saw her at the grocery store just yesterday.”
Skip: “What! You’re kidding me! Sarah Palin buys her own groceries!”
Len: “Of course. Sarah hasn’t changed. She’s still just like the rest of us. She’s not all snooty and she still talks to people just like she always did.”

I breathed an inward sigh of relief and that conversation brought me hope. But for how long? Everyone knows that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
But still…there’s that hopeful part of me that wants to believe that Sarah Palin is different. I want to believe she’s smart. I want to believe she loves her family. I want to believe that she is real. And, most importantly, I want to believe that once the people put their trust in her that she won’t change. I want to believe she’s a servant.

A few weeks ago I watched and listened as Glenn Beck interviewed her. Glenn shared the same healthy skepticism and hope that I did. I think a lot of people are like that. We want to believe, but we’ve been burned so many times before. Power does something to people. It either makes them better, or it makes them worse.

But I’m not responsible for what the rest of the country believes. I just have to figure this out for myself. What does Skip Coryell believe?

I believe that Sarah Palin is real. But the million-dollar question is: can she stay that way? For now, I’m filled with faith and hope. But then, I also believe in duty and honor and the strong serving the weak. I believe in Camelot.

Sarah from Wasilla — don’t let me down.

Editors Note: Please visit to get information for the national march and your local march. The national march is April 19th


Special treat for all who read this far: The gum-chewing beauty that was Sarah Palin in 1995!!


February 22nd, 2010


We can all relate to this adorable video! The choice between enjoying now, or enjoying MORE later is something we’ve all grappled with — it can be a truly wrenching battle between “I will” and “I won’t.”

Viewing The Marshmallow Test could be a learning experience for any little kiddie — and will awaken memories  for the rest of us.

This, in essence, is the Lenten challenge.



For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. –Romans 7:18, 19

January 3rd, 2010


The heart knows.   Mommy knows.   Daddy knows.  There’s a baby in there!

Daddy Love

Grandson Jason loves his son, Caleb.



Turn the hearts of the children to their parents

Turn the hearts of the parents to their young

Turn the hearts of us all to one another

Turn the hearts of us all unto the Lord.

Song from Malachi 4:6

January 2nd, 2010


Eat, Pray, Love is a truly remarkable book about  one woman’s journey for one year – four months in Italy so she could learn to speak Italian simply because she liked the sound of it, four months in an ashram in India to learn how to  experience God, and four months in Bali where she thought she might find balance but also found a lover.

As the book opens, Elizabeth Gilbert describes an earlier time in her life when she had decided she did not want to be married anymore.  She really, really didn’t want to be married anymore and the only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying.  In desperation she tried praying.

Her first attempt at praying, on the bathroom floor , “like –  to God,” somehow convinced her there was a God though nothing remarkable happened, and the only voice she heard was her own, saying, “Go back to bed, Liz.”  Yes, she only heard her own voice but it was a voice she had never heard before – wise, calm, compassionate, “how can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice?”  This began what she calls the beginning of a religious conversation.

“When I pray I do not address my prayers to The Universe, the Great Void, The Force,  The Supreme Self, The Whole, The Creator, The Light, The Higher Power, or even the most poetic manifestation of God’s name, taken, I believe, from the Gnostic gospels, “The Shadow of the Turning.” …  But we each do need a functional name for this indescribability and “God” is the name that feels the most warm to me, so that’s what I use.  I should also confess hat I generally refer to God as “Him,” which doesn’t bother me because, to my mind, it’s just a convenient personal pronoun, not a precise anatomical description or a cause for revolution.”

In the EAT section of the book as Liz travelled around Italy in each new town she would inquire where the best food could be found, go to that place, and order the best food they had to offer.  Not everyone could afford to be so self-indulgent, but it seems that Liz has the wherewithal.

She tells us she has no trouble making friends wherever she goes and this becomes even  more apparent in the PRAY section, in India, where she starts out in the ashram scrubbing floors but ends up as a kind of hostess/caretaker watching over newcomers.  “One Thursday afternoon in the back of the temple, right in the midst of my Key Hostess duties, wearing my name tag and everything–I am suddenly transported through the portal of the universe and taken to the center of God’s palm.”  Her further description of this experience is worth the price of the book.  I liked also her quote from Pope Pius XI who sent delegates to Libya in 1954 with the instructions: “Do NOT think you are going among Infidels.  Muslims attain salvation, too.  The ways of Providence are infinite.”

In the LOVE section Liz finds love–enough said.    Elizabeth Gilbert knows how to write, she approaches life with gusto, she tells the truth, she is a seeker, and it seems she has had more experiences in a year than most people have in a lifetime.  Still, at the end of the book, she is only 35, hardly dry behind the ears.  I am sure she will write more and I am also sure I will want to read what she writes and learn what she has learned.

Postscript:  I should have investigated earlier but have just learned that Eat, Pray, Love was a mega-hit, translated into 30 languages, and is being made into a movie starring Julia Roberts.  And, of course, Liz is still writing, her most recent book being Committed in which she considers the pros and cons of marriage to her lover (both are quite shy of marriage).   Since they do end up married this might very well be a good choice for those who wonder if marriage is more than “an unnecessary  piece of paper.”

December 14th, 2009


“We’re having a baby, my baby and me,”  Ricky Ricardo sang to his wife, Lucy.  That was over 60 years ago and Lucy (in I Love Lucy) was having a baby, as was I.  We both knew there was a baby growing  inside of us, however small.

Mary, in Bethlehem, was “with child.”   When she visited her cousin Elizabeth, Elizabeth said, “the child in my womb leapt for joy.” Until this past generation, women were pregnant with babies.  No one but medics used the term fetus until the spinsters on the left decided they wanted to kill it and it sounds terrible to kill a baby.   Fetus in Latin simply means “offspring” but they won’t use that, either.  Who would kill their own “offspring?”  As with the word “marriage” they have deliberately set about morphing the language to suit their agenda.

In the following undercover video we have a Planned Parenthood  abortionist telling a pregnant woman  that she doesn’t have a baby inside of her.

So, it’s not a baby until it’s born?   What about the day before it’s born?  Is it a baby then?  They might agree it is.  A month before it’s due date?  Is it cute, viable — and killable?

Shades of George Orwell’s 1984 and Newspeak!  Among the truths of  Newspeak were:




We can now add to that:




Can a mother forget her baby, Or a woman the child within her womb?

Yet even if these forget, Yes, even if these forget,

I will never forget my own.

–Song – Isaiah 49

December 5th, 2009


I had to assume when my recent letter to the Editor of my local liberal newspaper (Gay Priest Cover-Up) was not published that they were operating from a position of anti-Catholic bias.   How right that turned out to be!   Today they have devoted three full pages, six very large photographs, plus an editorial on the opinion page to this story.    The editorial reads:  “Supporters of the diocese…have argued that release is unfair because it deals with decades old claims, and decisions made by officials who have long since left town.  They have a point.”

And yet – yet – it is SPLASHED all over their teeny newspaper and, as I’ve written before, the misdeeds of a few are magnified and perpetuated until it seems the church is full of bad bishops who deliberately  coddle pedophiles.   I might add that their coverage gave serious input to the Voice of the Faithful, a small group of disaffected Catholics who are anything but faithful.

Well, anyway, since I could not get my Letter to the Editor published locally, I sent it to the next town (a bigger town) and it was published in their paper (a bigger paper).

Waterbury Republican-American

I would urge anyone who would like to see beyond the bias of the mainstream media to read Archbishop Dolan’s  very comprehensive appraisal of anti-Catholic bias on his blog.   Of course the New York Times wouldn’t publish his letter, either.  He’s only the Archbishop of New York!

November 26th, 2009


Whatever can be the matter?  In the olden days (a year or two ago,  before our local liberal News-Times changed management) I would write an occasional letter to the editor.  Mary, the opinion editor, would call to see if I had actually written it, offer her criticisms, and eventually it would see the black of print.  We often had some pretty lively dialogues going!

Last month something in the News-Times prompted a letter to the editor which I sent off by email.  No response.  I sent it again.  More silence.  A third time – nothing.  I mentioned that people sometimes ask me why they haven’t seen any letters from me lately and I have to tell them the new letters editor won’t give me the courtesy of a reply.   As a last resort, I sent my letter to the managing editor.   Dead silence.

What can be the matter?   Here is my letter.   What do you think?


It sure would be nice if the News-Times would do a real news story and put its Catholic priest-bashing in proper perspective. (Oct 6, p A5).  Just because old records have been released does not mean they have to be paraded in print yet again!

Some little understood facts:

1. A Washington Post survey found that over the past four decades, less than 1.5 percent of the estimated 60,000 priests have been accused of child sexual abuse.

2.   An Associated Press report in 2007 found 2500 cases in the previous five years of  public school students being molested. Suspended teachers are commonly passed from one school district to another.  “So frequent is this phenomenon that it’s called ‘passing the trash’” This is not covered by big media, including the Boston Globe which broke the Catholic scandal. They don’t really care about the molested, only the identity of the molester.

3. Again, the National Review Board in 2004 noted that 81 percent of the victims were male, most of whom were post-pubescent, saying “we must call attention to the homosexual behavior that characterized the vast majority of the cases of abuse observed in recent decades.” While most gay priests are not molesters, most of the molesters are gay.   The board correctly stressed that ‘there are many chaste and holy homosexual priests who are faithful to their vows of celibacy.’

4.   The most recent John Jay report tries to cover-up the homosexual reality.  It uses the word pedophile 14 times, ephebophile 12 times (meaning a sexual preference for mid to late adolescents — i.e. homosexuality.)  There were almost twice as many alleged victims aged 15 or over as there were those aged 9 or less. The problem is not primarily pedophilia but homosexuality – chicken hawk stuff.

5.   By a margin of 81-19 — the exact figure found in the report covering the years 1950-2002 — the molesters still prefer the boys. You don’t hear about the priests hitting on the altar girls.

6.   National Review Board board member Dr. Paul McHugh,  a former psychiatrist-in-chief at John Hopkins Hospital is quoted as saying “This behavior [the priest abuse scandal] was homosexual predation on American Catholic youth, yet it’s not being discussed.”

We all know, of course, why the homosexual connection is not being reported.   The Catholic church (like other denominations, public schools, the armed services, etc.) has a homosexual problem but because of “political correctness” the media refuse to call it that.  In this day and age, pedophilia is considered perverse and horrible, but homosexuality is cool and wonderful.

Tar all the priests with the pedophilia feathers but don’t dare to hint that it is naughty to seduce adolescent boys because that is what homosexuals do – and we all know that homosexuals are great!   All priests are suffering from this scandal when actually very few are involved, and most of those involved are homosexuals rather than pedophiles.   And it is the mainstream media doing the cover-up.

Here is Michael Voris on homosexual priests:


Pilate said to him “What is truth?” —  John 18:38

(Note:    Some facts above are taken from publications of the Catholic League.  I urge readers to visit their site for documentation and more data.)

September 16th, 2009



On her blog, Mommy Life, Barbara Curtis describes herself as a Montessori megamom who serves up a smorgasbord of parenting, cultural, political and spiritual wisdom — because she can. And she really can. Barbara got herself to the massive assembly of Americans who marched in Washington this past September 12 and now writes about a similar march she joined in DC when she was a barefoot, braless, tattooed coutercultural radical in 1967. It is an amazing odyssey, three pages long, and well worth the reading.

As the faithful reporter that she is, Barbara also posted 245 pictures taken at that 9/12/2009 march.

Tally by Barbara:

What a president!

Days in office: 233
Speeches: 263


I don’t have a clue as to how Barbara Curtis would feel being teamed up with Michelle Malkin on my blogpage, but for my money these are two entirely different women who are well worth listening to. Both are very intelligent, both are interested in truth.  Michelle has authored four books, has two kids, and has been referred to as the “Asian Ann Coulter!”   Hear!  Hear!