This is the first of a multi-article essay about the current public health in the world. The US ranks in the top seven countries of Earth in the number of exeutions. Although President Donal J. Trump wants more deaths in the name of justice, so that the USA can rank higher that Red China in the quantity of executions.
Many Americans pray that the current viral issues do not hit close to home. Similarly with death by a firing squad, the Trump Administration is playing “Russian Roulette” with the lives of children, older Americans, disadvantaged citizens and immigrants, as well as vacationers on the Princess cruise line.
Tune in later today for the explanation why every person interested in living out their destimy should take better care of themselves and practice a number of RESILIENCE (to getting sick) techniques.
Acting on what is coming out of Washington, D.C. alone is just not enough!
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It has been a few years since the canonization of both St. Pope John XXIII and St. Pope John Paul II. The 22nd was the annual feast day for the legendary John Paul II.
Outside of St. Stephen Church in Glenwood Springs (Archdiocese of Denver) is a magnificent statue of St. Pope John Paul II. The new generation can witness the greatness of Pope Francis I but older Christians can appreciate the papacy, and years prior to his ordainment, of Poland-born St. Pope John Paul II.
Older Catholics still have vivid memories of John Paul. My favorite was his visit to Chicago but he traveled all over the world and made a noble attempt to reunite Roman Catholics with the Eastern Orthodox Church. Perhaps the seeds he planted will bloom during our life times. Certainly, Pope Francis I would support unification, which has not existed since the life of King/Pope Constantine.
St. Pope John XXIII planted the seeds of ecumenicalism of all Christians but it was St. Pope John Paul II that developed and explained the ideas codified during the 1960s.
Please add your comments and memories to this short essay… or write to DaileySun@outlook.com.
Today is the feast day of one of the greatest modern day popes: Saint Pope John the XXIII. It just happens that he was pope when I received my first communion and confirmation.
Almighty and eternal God who in the Pope, Saint John XXIII gave to the whole world the shining example of a good shepherd, through his intercession, we may with joy spread abroad the fullness of Christian charity. Amen.
Nowadays, I am fortunate to have my friend Msrg. Father John Coleman nearby to offer me guidance. Father John will turn 94 years-old this coming January.
This is a photo of Father John at last weekend’s annual celebration of St. Francis of Assisi.
Charlie Chan, Buck, and Jimmy Crackcorn announced the beginning of the Occupy ____ movement throughout the San Francisco Peninsula today. In keeping with the neighborhood civic acumen, business climate and unchanging weather conditions, occupy camps will be moved weekly from announced and government-permitted locations. Some Occupy San Francisco Peninsula camps change daily.
As the Sam Trans 295 bus arrived into Menlo Park (population 331 homeless and no horses) at noon Wednesday, an organizer praised the contributions of 007 by providing professional transportation services to a community severely lacking good public transportation systems and safe female drivers of oversized sport utility motor vehicles (SUVs).
Q; What rules did you break that caused your eviction from the Hotel deZink?
none; no rules broken.
Q: What illness prevents your travel? What treatments are you receiving?
nothing but a broken heart (looking for Anni to exit the mainland together from SFO rather than randomly meeting on the island… may be too awkward with the landlady around.) BTW, I got 9 M.D. Specialists at Palo Alto Medical Foundation that all practice in the same 4-story clinic, including my new Plastic Surgeon and Right-Knee Replacement Doctor.
Q; What medicines are you taking? Crikey, $2000 worth of meds is a wad of cash
nothing but pain-killers;
No multiple vitamins.
in addition to buzzerbeaters, I got some good muscle relaxers and nose spray.
The trip began at 7 a.m. on Ruby Tuesday, July 07, 2015. One public transit bus driver picked two of us up outside of the massive metal, rusty eyesore, and a bunk house for the chronic homeless and dudes in need of emergency temp shelter. And babes, too. No kids, please. No kidding, lose or unload those kids.
Sunrise skies were so brilliantly colored in reds, golden rays, and breathtaking blues. There was divine sunlight revealing to the naked eye how poorly maintained the building and grounds look.
Let’s take that back. The elderly doofuss’ trip started about ten minutes earlier when Buck swallowed what looked like a honey-eucalyptus cough drop. Time to level this issue. The candied square had a quantity of THC (man, you know what that means?).
It had an affect about ten minutes after the church steeple bells rang at the strike of the eighth hour. Buck had a short dizzy spell immediately before the priest asked the entire congregation to ask God to forgive them of their sins; and in Buck’s case strive hard to forgive them for trespassing upon him – a target of misplaced hate, evil, phobias, and failures and other good times in life.
Suffice to say, the guest priest celebrating the semi-high mass (some prayers were sung with melody), reported great news about Pope Francis’ travels this week in Ecuador, Uruguay, and Paraguay, S. A.
About three songs later all/we were blessed and dismissed from church.
Perhaps inspired by the Holy Spirit, the next spot was Rolling Pin Donuts. This High-caloric fine establishment is conveniently located only a half block east of Saint Bruno’s Roman Catholic Church.
There was a line of hungry rats eight deep standing at attention waiting for the cashier getting around to giving some customer service to them.
By the time Buckrat made it up to the front of the line, he was babbling, shuttering, drooling, or stuttering almost inaudible sounding off something about raised donuts. He never felt stoned but sure spoke as if Buckeroo had really overdone it on the catnip this morning.
For one thing he picked out two raised dough, obscenely sweetened rounds and a jelly filled donut and a round spun roll with raisins and cinnamon between the strands of dough that turns out much larger than a bearclaw.
It is OK, It is OK. Buck found his stash in the backpack.
Off to the Cal train station after belching and passing gas. All of a sudden an urge to turn right toward Artichoke Joe’s Casino overwhelmed one lucky Buck. If there ever was an untoward, greedy, grubbing, cajoling dude, there was this time to move the direction of his life toward a certain secular ratrace.
[ to be continued in “The Last Resort” ]
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