Crazy People On The March

Look what kind of wonderful, racist, crazy-ass, ah-wants-mah-cuntri-bayk people were wandering about our Nation's Capital today. And they received quite a bit of coverage on the televisor, too! Of course, during the Dark Ages of Dubya, thousands protested the war and there was very little coverage (I was going to say "but you couldn't get arrested, but, as we all know, you most certainly could and probably would be arrested). Crazy Racists=MSM coverage. Protest the war= Bush Derangement Syndrome.



I understand that many of them were shouting "You lie!" Talk about projection!!

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging

Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, I see we're having computer problems again.
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love We don't know if we'll even get this episode posted tonight!
Ida Hedgehog Wadda we doin' out here?


Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love What really drives me crazy is that the internet access is whacky, too!
Chompy's Chewed-up Squeaky Kitty Toy I hates da wey dat realudy gits all mess up wen da 'puter is on da fritz!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank You never know where you'll end up one minute to the next.
Kirsten That's true; the continuity just goes to hell!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love You said a mouthful, sister!


Ida Hedgehog This is freakin' me out. You guys were here and then you were gone and now you're back.
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, it's kind of a surreal computer problem.


Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Yeah, the flow is kind a rough, and someone can get hurt.
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡¡SSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank But you do meet some interesting people
Susan S. What are you guys doing here? It's time for my Friday Falafel.
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Computer problems.
Susan S. Again? How's the hedgehog?
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Freaked out.
Susan S. Figures!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, it is quite tiresome. I don't understand why the hard drive is acting up again, and I wonder if the internet connection will ever stabilize.



Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love I think we're in San José now!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank That does look like Tengrain's elbow. This has progressed far past silly!


Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriieee--hack-hack-cough-cough-eeekkk!!!
Whitey Cat Hahaha! Watch the birdy!
The Evil Lesbian Priestess Gotta light??


Ida Hedgehog YIKES! You're all back again!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Susan S. says "Hello!"
Ida Hedgehog I'll never forgive her for turning me over to you bunch!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank What's that smell? Gallito Mescalito, have you been smoking?
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Wheeze!!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Well, I've had enough of this for one day!!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank I think things are settling down; at least we're in Panama!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love I don't think I can take one more glitch.


Buddy Christ Blessings, psycho-active-cactus-birdy dude!!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡SSSHHRRRIIIIEEEEKKK!!

Friday Random Top Ten

Ya pushes "shuffle" and ya takes yer chances. . .

1. Big In America Stranglers
2. Tesla Girls Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
3. Woman Be My Country Johnny Clegg & Savuka
4. Carolan's Welcome The Chieftains
5. Guttur Tuum Sicut Vinum Optimum (Palestrina) The Hilliard Ensemble
6. Cretin Hop ¡¡¡RAMONES!!!
7. The Eton Rifles The Jam
8. They Might Be Giants They Might Be Giants
9. Too Late Shoes
10. I Got The Hots The Soft Boys

Sorry Fred; nothing you'll recognise! It's a pity that there is no video for the last song; I luvs me that song. I really, really, really loved the album Setting Sons by the Jam, from which number seven comes. Over all, a pretty good list, but not as good as the songs the iPod played while I was walking to the office this morning. Oh, the video for number 4 is not the Cheiftains, but at least you can hear the song.

Waddaya listenin' to? Post in the comments, please.

Technically Challenged

September 11, 2001

I don't have much to say about this date. My experience, being outside of the U.S. was very different than that of those of you in New York City and Washington, D.C. I didn't even watch much of the coverage on T.V. as they kept showing the same thing over and over, which seemed to me to add to the trauma. Some members of our congregation of St. Christopher's lost family members in the tragedy, so it wasn't simply an estadoünidense tragedy; people from all over the world died in those planes and towers.

I think that TELP has a great meditation about that day.
Revda. Elizabeth Kaeton's post


St. Mychal Judge

It's Photo Time!

I'm quite late getting these photos up.

Mike Stanley was here visiting a few weeks ago. He was here in Panamá back in 2002 as a member of the Young Adult Service Corp of TEC. His last evening we had Eric Jackson and Carlos Adel over for dinner.

Guys in the kitchen (with Chompita!)


Wut CHOO lookin' at?


Saturday a fund-raiser for the Hogar de Niñas de las Capital was held over at Instituto Episcopal San Cristóbal. Lots of food for sale, lots of music and dancing, and a tómbola. I wanted to win the first prize--a laptop computer, but I never win that stuff. It was a very successful feria.

The girls




Three of the older girls


Padre Nelson mans the tómbola thang


Purses for sale


The cooks


Food for sale!



Attractive young people prepare to sing


The band

Feast of Alexander Crummell, Priest, Missionary, and Educator

Almighty and everlasting God, we thank you for your servant Alexander Crummell, whom you called to preach the Gospel to those who were far off and to those who were near. Raise up in this and every land evangelists and heralds of your kingdom, that your Church may proclaim the unsearchable riches of our Savior Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

Today is the feast of Alexander Crummell. He was an African-American and fought racism all of his life. He was born on March 3, 1819, in New York City. His father, Boston Crummell, was a former slave, while his mother, Charity Hicks, was a freeborn black woman. Both of his parents were very active in the Abolition Movement, and the first black newspaper, Freedom’s Journal, was published in their home. Their values guided him throughout his life. His father told him stories of his life back in Africa before he was captured, and these stories created a sense of unity with the people in Africa, as well as with those of African heritage in the Americas and throughout the world. He was also educated in Abolitionism by working with the American Anti-Slavery Society in New York during his youth. He was an intelligent person and one who wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. His tenacity and perseverance were important parts of his personality and were instrumental in his success.

Education was an important aspect of his success and drive, and his education started at home with private tutors and at the African Free School No. 2 in New York City. His secondary education was at Canal Street High School. Upon graduation from Canal Street, Alexander and his friend Henry Highland Garnet, another soon-to-be-famous Abolitionist, moved to New Hampshire to attend the Noyes Academy. The school was eventually destroyed by a lynch mob. According to W.E.B. Du Bois in his essay “Of Alexander Crummell” in his book The Souls of Black Folk, the “godly farmers hitched ninety yoke of oxen to the abolition schoolhouse and dragged it into the middle of the swamp.” Crummell returned to New York and enrolled at the Oneida Institute. It was at the Oneida Institute that he experienced his call to the priesthood, and he applied to the General Theological Seminary in New York. However, he was denied admission because of his race; his grades were good, he had references, but General Theological Seminary was not yet ready to be integrated. W.E.B. Du Bois’ account of Crummell’s rejection is as follows: They were not wicked men,—the problem of life is not the problem of the wicked,—they were calm, good men, Bishops of the Apostolic Church of God, and strove toward righteousness. They said slowly, “It is all very natural—it is even commendable; but the General Theological Seminary of the Episcopal Church cannot admit a Negro.” And when that thin, half-grotesque figure still haunted their doors, they put their hands kindly, half sorrowfully, on his shoulders, and said, “Now,—of course, we—we know how you feel about it; but you see it is impossible,—that is—well—it is premature. Sometime, we trust—sincerely trust—all such distinctions will fade away; but now the world is as it is.” Then, as now, there were some in the leadership of the Church who believed that any change in favor of the outcast was “premature” and that the outcast should simply be patient until “things change naturally.” Of course, change of that nature doesn’t occur naturally; one must push and fight for such change, and Alexander Crummell was exactly the kind of person who would push for change.

He moved to Boston and studied for ordination. He did his field work as a missionary in Rhode Island and was ordained a priest by the Bishop of Delaware in 1842. He eventually ended up in the city of Philadelphia with a letter of recommendation from his bishop to Bishop Onderdonk of Philadelphia.   According to W.E.B. Du Bois, Bishop Onderdonk told Father Crummell that he would be received into the diocese on one condition: that he not attend Diocesan Convention, and that no black church ask for representation in the Diocesan Convention. There was no way a person like Alexander Crummell could accept such conditions and he gave up on the Episcopal Church and, in 1847, moved his family to England. He travelled throughout the country, giving sermons and lectures about slavery in the United States. He was interested in studying at the great Universities of England, either the University of Oxford or the University of Cambridge. The opportunity presented itself and he grabbed it. He enrolled at Queen’s College, Cambridge, and was awarded a degree in 1853. He left England for Liberia, where he served as a missionary-educator. He was a professor at Liberia College. He believed that slavery and oppression had corrupted the “warm, emotional and impulsive energy” of the African race, and he believed that Liberia could serve as a model Christian nation. He was an advocate of Pan-Africanism; he believed that in order to achieve their potential, Africans from the U.S. and the West Indies needed to unite with their brothers and sisters in Africa. He travelled through the U.S. and West Indies, recruiting highly-skilled and educated people of African heritage to resettle in Africa, in Liberia. His Pan-Africanist views offended the white missionaries in Liberia, and those Liberians of mixed-race, and they made life difficult for Crummell. He found the racism of the missionaries and biracial Liberians to be intolerable and finally returned to the United States in 1873.

He moved to Washington, D.C. where he was appointed “missionary at large of the coloured people.” In Washington he was able to finally realize his vision of a black church which is a place of worship and social service. In 1880 he established St. Luke’s Church, the church which helped him realize his vision. He continued to fight racism in the church and society, and when the Southern Bishops of the Episcopal Church proposed that a separate missionary district be created for black churches, he organized a national convocation to fight the proposal, which became a model for such convocations throughout the Episcopal Church.

Crummell continued to work on behalf of Black nationalism, and to encourage self-help and economic development among people of African heritage. The last years of his life were spent setting up the American Negro Academy, an organisation of black intellectuals dedicated to the promotion of higher education, arts, and science as part of the struggle for racial equality. People of African ancestry from around the world came together as the American Negro Academy, and it was the first society of blacks to specifically promote the ideas which W.E.B. Du Bois articulated as the “Talented Tenth” (W.E.B. Du Bois was a founding member with the Rev. Crummell). Members of the American Negro Academy had backgrounds in Law, Religion, Medicine, Literature, and Community Activism. The goal of the organisation was to “lead and protect our people” and to be “a weapon to secure equality and destroy racism.”

While he was unable to realize all of his vision, his personal achievements are impressive, but even more impressive is the influence he exerted on the Pan-African movement and on Black nationalism. He influenced Marcus Garvey, W.E.B. Du Bois, and Paul Dunbar. His work for equality in the Episcopal Church eventually led to the creation of the Union of Black Episcopalians. His faith in God inspired his tenacity and his determination to continue against all odds, against institutional racism and even racism in Liberia. He worked to set up the institutions and encouragement which would guide the struggle for civil rights and racial equality in the United States of America and later the world. It is a struggle which continues and which his example inspires. I can't help but imagine the pride he would feel if he were here to see Barak Obama's candidacy, and the shock he would experience to realize that he is a candidate of the party which, during Crummell's lifetime, was the political party of Jim Crow and segregation, while the party influenced by Abolitionists has become the party of exclusion!

Alexander Crummell died the next year, in 1898. I will finish with the closing paragraphs of W.E.B. Du Bois’ essay: He sat one morning gazing toward the sea. He smiled and said, “The gate is rust on the hinges.” That night at star-rise a wind came moaning out of the west to blow the gate ajar, and then the soul I loved fled like a flame across the Seas, and in its seat sat Death.

I wonder where he is today? I wonder if in that dim world beyond, as he came gliding in, there rose on some wan throne a King, ---a dark and pierced Jew, who knows the writhings of the earthly damned, saying, as he laid those heart-wrung talents down, “Well done!” while round about the morning stars sat singing.

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It's just a date, but kinda cool. . .
Perhaps it will be an auspicious date for the President and his speech.

Watch Out For That Asian Kid!

This is what Republicans believe.

Photo nicked from www.bartcop.com

Wait a minute; I was a Youth In Asia! Watch out, Gramma!

IOKIYAR*

The Governor of Texas can support secessionists, a congressman in Florida can be a
birther and tenther, a GOP candidate in Idaho can joke about hunting the president, but Van Jones calls Republicans names (he called them a**h**es, and, you know, the majority of them are) and signs a petition which he has now repudiated, and, being a Democrat, is forced to resign! Wadda woild!

*It's O.K. If You're A Republican

UPDATE I've been thinking about this today, and, while the as***le Glenn Beck (sorry, Lovely Mona!) claims Van Jones is a radical (as if I believe anything that as***le says; if he said it was raining outside here in Panamá during the Rainy Season I'd look out the window before believing his lying ass), I think it is all about Van Jones' race. The Republican Party ceased being the party of Lincoln when the racists left the Democratic party to join the Republicans after President Johnson supported Human Rights. I have no respect whatsoever for the Republicans and those who support them. Van Jones should be reinstated and Michelle Bachman and all the crazy-ass Republicans should be forced to resign and spend the rest of their lives in caves of methane ice underneath the White House. That's my story and I'm sticking with it!!!!!
Oh yeah, baby! The Alter Guild has been by today!!!!!

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging: Somethings Never Change Edition

Okay, we're having a tough week here en la Rectoría. Not only have we been suffering from Intermittant Internet Access for weeks, this morning the macmini decided to go on the fritz again. So we've decided to go the Classic Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging this evening. This is from September a year ago, during the Presidential Campaign. What is interesting is that all the subjects of this episode are still at it! As you may remember (although it may be difficult as they are on the televisor all the freakin' time!), McCain and Palin lost the election by a wide margin, much wider than the margin by which the elections of 2000 and 2004 were stolen decided. So I'm thinking this episode is still relevant, especially since they are STILL trying to get you to side with McCain and Palin! Enjoy!


Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Hi Boys! Watcha watchin'?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Oh! Good evening, Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love. How wonderful to see you!
Gallito Mescalito ¡Shriek!
Chompy's Chewed-up Squeaky Kitty Toy Hey dere, Miz 'gipshun Hippo o' Luv! Weah watchin' "Monk!"


Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love I thought you were all going to watch that Sarah Palin interview.
Gallito Mescalito ¿Shriek? ¡Shriek!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Good heavens! We tried, but it was simply awful.
Chompy's Chewed-up Squeaky Kitty Toy She wuz all "Chahlie, Chahlie!" "Hellbent on dis" an' "hellbent on dat" an' "Don't blink. We can't blink!" Sheesh!



Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love What was all that stuff about pigs the other day?
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡SSSHHHRRRIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!
Chompy's Chewed-up Squeaky Kitty Toy Dat's fer sure, Gallito Mescalito! Dat was da dummist stuff I evah hoid! Obama talked about stinky fish, too. Why din' McCain tink Obama wuz talkin' 'bout him?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank It was so obvious that he was making reference to their stale policies and warped world view.



Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Gee fellas; this makes me think of a song. Wanna join me?
Everyone in one voice YES! OF COURSE!!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Well then. Maestro, HIT IT!!

Tune: Piggies by George Harrison



Have you ever seen a piggy
Wearing red lipstick?
Trying to change their piggy image
Can be quite a trick!
Wearing red lipstick, to change their image!


Have you seen a stinky fishy
In paper and called "change?"
You will find the fishy's stinky
Extends for quite a range
Wrapped it up in "change" to hide its odor!



In their sties with all their backing
They don't care what goes on around
In their eyes there's something lacking
What they need's a damn good whacking.



On the T.V. and the radio
You'll hear their anguished cries.
Trying to distract from issues
Filling the air with their lies
Trying to make you side with McCain and Palin!



¡¡SSHHRRIIEEEEKK!!

Friday Random Top Ten

Ya pushes "shuffle" and ya takes yer chances. . .

1. Helpless Neil Young
2. I Can't Control Myself Ramones
3. Backdrifts (Honeymoon is Over) Radiohead
4. Spoonman Soundgarden
5. Antiphon: O Rubor Sanguinis (Hildegard von Bingen) Anonymous 4
6. No Promise Have I Made Hüsker Dü
7. Skin Deep Stranglers
8. Shake Your Hips The Rolling Stones
9. Communication Breakdown Led Zeppelin
10. Big Kick, Plain Scrap Nick Lowe

I dunno. . . it almost looks like Fred Schwartz was messin wit da iTunes or sumpin'. . . number 2 is the Ramones covering the Troggs, but the link is to the Troggs' video of the song, 'cuz it's way cool. Also, the link for number 5 is the song but it isn't Anonymous 4's version. I gotta say that I'm surprised we had a video for that and for 8 and 9 but not for 6 or 10! Go figger. . .

Please post your lists in the comments, but behave!

¡Verdad!

Nicked from www.bartcop.com, as usual

What Is Wrong With These People?

Why Does The GOP Hate The U.S.A.?

Well, after long last, it has come to this! The Party which brought us Never-Ending War in Iraq and Afghanistan, the Party which brought us Global Economic Collapse, the Party whose obsession with ending all regulation brought poisoned food to the super markets of the U.S.A., the Party which watched New Orleans drown; yes, the Party which brought us Those Who Will Not Be Quiet has decided that the Duly-elected President of the United States of America should not be allowed to address the students of the nation on the importance of persisting and succeeding in school, as he may spread his evil socialist ideas to our pure youth. These are the same folks who are against Health Care Reform, think the President was born in Kenya, yet closed their collective eyes to all the crimes of the Bush administration. Why should the opinions of these people receive any attention at all? Why should a Party which has inspired Totally Insane Media Personalities to help spread their lies be allowed any access to the airwaves?

Student viewing President's speech


I hope the Democrats and the White House read this article and stop the crazies from spreading their hate.

Here Endeth The Rant
Thanks be to God!

UPDATE!!
This
is why it's a good idea to eat before attending a Town Hall meeting. May I also state that I am against violence on the part of either side in these situations.

Oh yeah! The Alter Guild's been by several times today

Fernwood Tonight

Way back when, when the Lovely Mona and I first met, we enjoyed a t.v. show named Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman We were quite happy when we heard that a summer replacement would air staring Martin Mull, as we were familiar with him as an artist, musician, and comedian. The program, Fernwood Tonight turned out to be the funniest show on the air that year. We never forgot this particular episode, starring the amazing Tom Waits. Enjoy!

Tuesday Miss Bebé, The World's Most Beautiful Granchild™ Blogging

What the. . . a psychedelic horse?