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In Defiance of Gravity

December 28, 2009
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People are dying!  They are falling, tripping or being pushed from high places and the sudden impact is prematurely ending their lives.  Planes are plunging to the earth and erupting in flames.  Rocks and avalanches are destroying communities and burying unsuspecting climbers.   We must stop the madness before it kills us all!

Our leaders must stop the gravitational pull of the earth, which is a direct result of billions of humans walking on the earth.  We must repeal gravity before it’s too late!

No I haven’t fallen off a bar stool—not yet.  This is just my way of saying that all this silliness about global warming and climate change is an absurdity that millions of intelligent people have been conned into believing by a government and a media with ulterior motives. To say anything different to me is sheer madness and just exposes one’s gullibility or indifference to truth.

While my total science education is woefully lacking I do know how to read and think.  I also know how to ask questions—logical questions.   When the experts fail to answer in a direct manner or try to divert my questions I am convinced that they either do not understand the question or are hiding something. That’s when I start to smell either ignorance or deception.

The first thing to understand is that global warming has little to do with science.  Like evolution it is junk science masquerading as metaphysics and logic.  Nature is a greater threat to the planet than we are.   It is just the arrogance of man’s own self-importance that assumes he can destroy the globe.  Man may be able to kill all the people but the earth will be here long after he have departed.

The second thing to remember is that 35 years ago “scientists” where warning us about a new ice age that threatened to freeze our cities and block out the sun in some kind of nuclear winter.

When the ice age failed to materialize quickly they turned their attention to global warming. It is not rocket science to say that climatic changes happen over millennia, not decades.

This unadulterated balderdash persisted for over 20 years until scientists could not deny any longer that during the last 10 years the earth had actually been cooling.

When questions arose as to how this could happen—given all the raw scientific data that had been filling the mainstream media for decades, they had to go to their conference rooms to come up with the real danger to humankind and that was


Now all the members of the power elite have come together to warn us of the dangers of climate change, which they have not really defined.  Is it just another word for global warming?   Or is it something else?  Is global warming not a grave threat any more?  Just what’s going on?  Do they ever admit they were wrong—like the liberals on Joe McCarthy?  Does being a liberal means that you never have to say you are “sorry?”

Climate change then is apparently their new mantra for man’s destruction of Mother Earth.  I think it makes as much sense as trying to repeal gravity.  Human beings cannot change Mother Nature.

Big Business is on board with Big Media and Big Government.  Sadly to say I think Big Church is also a member. The Catholic Church through its bishops has become an acquiescent player in this issue when I believe they should be leading the fight to expose this political/economic scam for what it is—sheer madness.

Now I am not saying that the Catholic Church should be against the reasonable protection of man’s natural habitat.  I fully accept the teaching that we are stewards of the earth and have a duty not to waste its resources nor unnecessarily pollute its natural beauties.

Does this mean I will throw away my car keys, stop traveling in a jet, go without electricity and return to the cave of my ancestors millions of years ago?  I don’t think so and neither should any rational human being.  But many of the people pushing this environmental agenda think we should all do just that!

The American Catholic bishops set down their basic principles in 2001. I have not seen any revision or addition and so I am assuming this is still their guiding document.  The statement of the National Conference of Catholic Bishops, entitled “Global Climate Change: A Plea for Dialogue, Prudence and the Common Good,” asserts that the United States, because of its wealth, its position in the world and its record as a heavy producer of heat-trapping, or greenhouse, gases, must play a special role in protecting the planet.

This of itself sounds like an endorsement of man-made global warming.  The Catholic Church has always prided itself of being the custodian of truth but by being even a passive participant in this falsehood undermines that claim.  No wonder so many people misunderstand her teachings on papal infallibility.

The report also goes on to say that this issue is “not about economic theory or political platforms, nor about partisan advantage or interest group pressures. It is about the future of God’s creation and the one human family.”  That may be the idea of the Church but to the other members of the Green Coalition it is ALL about economics and politics.

To utter such a profoundly false statement just underscores my belief that Church leaders should not give opinions about things that they do not understand.

I strongly suggest that everyone who wants to understand the totality of what this coalition is trying to do to us read Steven Milloy’s’s book, Green Hell.

This is not the time to blindly accept or trust what our leaders tell us on this junk science.  As Glenn Beck says “we must question boldly and without fear.”  That is our solemn duty.

A Fly on the Wall of Reason

December 17, 2009
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The Catholic Church always seems to be a lightening rod for the salient issues of the day, whether it is abortion and euthanasia or social justice and global trade.  It goes with the territory of Jesus’ command to his nascent church to “go out and teach all nations…”

Of course it is not surprising that a world that gives more allegiance to Nicola Machiavelli and Karl Marx would not rest until the Church’s strong voice was sufficiently muted or even eliminated from the global marketplace.  The public disdain the Church has suffered also goes with the territory because Christ promised that the world would hate his followers and they would be persecuted for it.

None of the above bothers me.  I love “being a Catholic,” that is being part of something much greater than myself.  The title suits me and has become part of my personal identity.  When I meet someone for the first time, it is usually the second or third thing that comes out of my mouth.  The fact that I am a husband, father, grandfather and Mets fan usually are in the mix.

With that in mind, I think it fair to say my Church is going through a very difficult time.  As the guardian of truth, it is obvious, even to the unobservant who the Church’s enemies are on the outside.  However sometimes its enemies have breached its interior walls and are hurting the Church from within.

It is not my goal to savage or passionately attack my “modern” church, which is far different from the Church of my formative years.  I am deeply offended by the so-called sex scandal, which has unfairly cast a scarlet pale over the entire priesthood.  I think our leadership has bungled the job because too many of them chose to be modern bureaucrats instead of saints in the making.  They shuffled too many bad priests to other venues where they exuded their venom.

I find it much more disturbing than the scandals of the 16th century over the sale of indulgences.  One can only calculate how much damage this has done to the Church so many of us love deeply.

The Church has weathered other serious storms from persecutions to world wars and papal imprisonments.  It has endured murdering popes and popes, who have been murdered— libertines, and all sorts of human frailties and yet, it still stands.  So I feel confident that it will truly heed Christ’s words and exist “until the consummation of the world.”

Don’t get me wrong— I am not a traditionalist on the brink of apostasy and schism, like God bless him—crazy Mel.  I still believe in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church that has evolved from the Petrine Rock over 2000 years ago.  The Catholic faith has been the most important influence in my life and deeply entwined with my eternal destiny.  There is an indelible seal seared onto my soul from my Catholic Baptism in 1943 that will stay with me until death.

That fact does not mean I cannot voice my displeasure at things when I believe the Church has taken a wrong turn or has promoted something contrary to what I will call the  “test of reason,” —like government-run health care!

Why so many of our leaders, including our church leaders trust the government is beyond me.  I wonder what the bishops must say to each other when they discuss in private the fact that most of our “Catholic” leaders are pro-abortion.

Wouldn’t you love to be a fly on that wall?   If they are acting reasonably, don’t you think they have failed to teach the right message?

As someone who has always tried to learn, think and apply his thinking to the issues, events and challenges of his circumstances, I hope that what follows will get Catholics and non-Catholic alike to think about the eternal questions of the their lives and seek the truth that will set them free from the entanglements and bondage of sin, distraction and materialism.

What I write and what I say is the direct result of a lifetime of reading, thinking and talking about my Faith.  My faith has not been static.  In many ways it has grown.  I have changed those things that I can change and have defended those ideas and beliefs that I believe to be unchangeable and absolute.

I could be wrong in what I say and write but that stems only from inferiority in research or a failure to fully comprehend, given my human and frail intellect.  My errors can never be charged to a lack of religious fervor or indifference to religious belief.  So whenever something happens down your pike, just ask yourself the question:

“Does it make any rational sense?”  Isn’t that what God gave us a brain for?

Around the Celestial Campfire

December 14, 2009

Carly Simon is my favorite singer.  I think I have every one of her albums.

She is also featured on the last page of the recent Vanity Fair Magazine.  This is where they ask 15-20 questions about feelings, tastes and personal preferences of the  glitterati.  The final question usually revolves around “how would you like to die?”

Like most people in their sixties, Carly and I are playing the “back nine,” as the late broadcaster, Jack Buck used to quip.  I found her answer pregnant with meaning if not totally satisfying.

Carly said she would like be on cliff, surrounded by lots of trees. Stephen Colbert, assisted by a boys’ choir, would be singing “Pie Jesu” from Gabriel Faure’s Requiem Mass.

The natives would give her a delightful local potion (hemlock?) and there would be lots of drums beating.  Every singer she loved and all of her closest friends would also be there as she “slipped into oblivion” and curiously she added, “Then it would start all over again.”

Her own farewell scenario is rich in imagery that lends a certain confused dignity to the aura of her demise.  Her answer is a composite of mostly pre-Christian notions about the afterlife.  While it is also sentimental because of the need for friends and family yet she also reveals the close connection between music and man’s spiritual needs, especially at the end of life.

Some of her views are possibly reflective of her early Catholic training and the fact that today many people are eclectic in their religious beliefs.

Her brief mention of her afterlife sounded like a fatalism that drifted inexplicably into a Buddhist transmigration of souls or the Hindu notion of karma and rebirth.

I think if asked this same question, many of us would be hard-pressed to come up with something as profound as Carly’s.

Personally I have not done too much thinking about the issue because it is all highly speculative and lends itself to a lot of adolescent wishful thinking.  And besides, no one has ever come back from the dead to tell us what it really might be like.

I do think most white light after death experiences might just be so many hallucinations though there is a striking verisimilitude to most reports I have heard.

The Catholic definition of Heaven regards the actual viewing of God face-to-face.  The Church calls this the “Beatific Vision,” and it apparently is an over-whelming appearance of divine radiance that is difficult to humanly fathom and focus on.

That just adds to the mystery of the event virtually leaving it subject to our individual imaginations.

I think most of us have an adolescent notion about Heaven.  When a celebrity, such as Frank Sinatra dies, we immediately picture him singing with a choir of angels with Elvis with Louie Armstrong on the trumpet.

I do think Carly has it right when she says that she wants singers and music around her because that has been the crowing achievement of her sojourn on earth.

I guess what really determines how we would like the next world to be is what interests us most in this life.

Since I can be self-defined as a talker who likes to write, words, conservation, stories and laughter would have to be part of any afterlife for me.

On a side note, I got my foretaste of my personal idea of Hell when I served on a jury one time and was the 13th juror chosen.  They don’t make movies about 13 Angry Men.”

Personally, I would like to be seated around a campfire talking with my family, friends and maybe some of the great thinkers of the world—historical figures who could answer all the questions and mysteries of my life so that I could finally know and understand what made my little corner of the world tick.

Maybe someone could tell me who really shot JFK?

On odd nights I would love to be trading stories with Will Rodgers, Abbott and Costello, Laurel and Hardy and all the other funny people who made me laugh when I was a child.

Of course there would have to be baseball. I used the story about these two players who wanted to know this in my recent play, The Last Memory of an Ol’ Brownie Fan.

The players agreed that the first one to die would somehow get a message back to earth on say, “ a cloud-o-gram.”  Well a bus hits the first one and a week later he sent a message to the other player.

It said that he had good news and bad new for him.  When asked what that meant a voice from the cloud said:

There is baseball in Heaven.  You are pitching tomorrow!

And where would God be?  Just watching and enjoying his faithful have some fun.

Author’s note: Please send me your comments and remember the old adage

Everybody wants to go to Heaven but no one wants to die to get there!

A Playboy Bunny Under the Tree

December 9, 2009

We just returned from a long weekend in my hometown, the Big Apple.  I don’t know how New York compares to Las Vegas but what you do there can be usually told to most people I know.

Unlike Vegas, which seems to pride itself on its slippage into the pit of sexual and moral despondency, New York still has many fine attributes that allow it to stand head and shoulder about the rest of America.

To my mind it is still the greatest city in our American universe.  Upon returning, I commented how neat all the people were that we encountered during our stay—from waiters, to sales people to just people in line at the Trump Tower Starbuck’s.  That alone was refreshing to me, a recovering New Yorker.

However that does not mean that New York, like so many urban centers, doesn’t have a quasi-rotten core.   New York is the largest abortion provider in the country.  I read that 75% of their pregnancies terminate in the local Planned Parenthood abattoir.

Christmas is also under siege in New York.  Despite, its long and colorful history,  New York is trying to ignore the Christmas season in a big way. Businesses have all chimed in with their Happy Holidays campaigns to express their hope that you will spend all your money in their stores. All their window designs were absolutely gorgeous and very creative yet something…someone was missing.

I assume they were just following the new American tradition of separation of store and religion.  I just wonder how many of them realize that the word holiday, is a derivative of the word “holy day?

One reason we visited New York in December was because of the beautiful Christmas tree that lights 30 Rock every year.  The only change this year in its resplendent display of yellow and blue lights was the fact that this year’s 75’ Norwegian spruce, was now called, simply, the tree at Rockefeller Center. Christ’s name had wound up on another cutting room floor.

Signs on buses now proclaim in a new twist on a Christmas theme that people can be good for goodness sake.  Humanists, who think that people do not need the Author of goodness to be a moral and upstanding people, sponsored this series of ads. I wonder if these Madison Avenue anti-believers realize that right in the middle of their Christmas play on words, they reveal the seeds of their own self-parody.

Take the God out of goodness and what do you have?   You get a form of oneness, which serves as the self-centered egotism that makes it impossible to be good just for goodness sake.

Another sign of Babylon is lurking around New York was former Playboy Bunny of the Year, (1993) Jenny McCarthy who was in town, presumably to promote her new ABC movie, Santa Baby II. Jenny was staying at our hotel by the Park and when we passed her she had set up an impromptu  signing of her books and some of her publicity photos on 59th Street.

The baptized Catholic from Chicago is still only 37 yet looked much older to me.  The years of Sturm and Drang since Playboy have aged her.  She has one failed marriage, a son with autism and is now sharing a domicile with the zany actor, Jim Carrey.  As she stood out in the cold with the men flocking around her, I kind of felt sorry for her.

Here it was Christmas and she was in the most exciting city in the world and she is hawking photos of a body that has served as her greatest asset.  That is a cruel commentary on what is supposed to be the most joyous time in the year.  Her movie reviews have been on the dark side of outstanding.

What so many people fail to see is that Christmas is a spiritual time of the year.  Those who deny things of the spirit are probably the very ones who want Christ to disappear on His own birthday.  They want to fill his absence with material toys, gadgets and an occasion Playboy Bunny under the tree.  No matter how much fun the toys were or how pretty the Bunny, they just don’t fill the emptiness that only Christ can at this time of the year.

SPECIAL NOTE: If you really want to blow the mind of a secularist or opponent of Christmas, just start wishing them a HAPPY HOLYDAY and see what happens!!!

A German Comedy

December 1, 2009
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I have been getting some very interesting comments on my blog.  One that really caught my attention was the fellow who signed it, Pastafarian.  I couldn’t find it in my dictionary so I had to go on-line.  A Pastafarian is someone who belongs to a parody religion.

Personally I don’t find religion very funny though religious people can be a hoot.  Some things are just too sacred to be parodied.   A parody religion is like the anti-religion— these people actually exist and they usually are agnostics or even atheists.  I think atheists are usually as good at making jokes, as are the Germans.   Of course a German comedy is one of the world’s great oxymorons.

According to Wikipedia, this funny religion was  “invented” as a whim by Bobby Henderson in 2005.  I don’t know much about Mr. Henderson and he knows even less about religion.  I found the history of his “new” religion to be unworthy of even a skit for Saturday Night Live.  Pastafarianism grew out of his satirical protest to the Kansas School Board decision that required intelligent design as an alternate to biological evolution in their public schools.

For the name of his new “cult” Henderson chose Pastafarian, which is a portmanteau, which means the blending of the sounds from two different words, such as spoon and fork to create an entirely new word, such as spork.

According to Henderson Kansas never defined their Intelligent Designer.   This left its description open to someone with Henderson’s creative juices.  The result was his deity—a grotesque Flying Spaghetti Machine that closely resembles something one might send back to the chef on pasta night at the local Italian restorante. His FSM has bulging eyes, thin pasta curls, wrapped around two very large meatballs—probably a sophomoric attempt at scatological humor.  His “god” looked more like a video game with an identity complex than a religious deity.

Henderson proclaimed the canonical beliefs of Flying Spaghetti Monsterism presumably on two giant menus, in what he called his Open Letter.  On his website Henderson is described as a prophet.  I hope he realizes that prophets are never respected in their own times.

Their central belief is that there is an invisible and undetectable and presumably unlovable Flying Spaghetti Monster, which created the entire universe after drinking heavily.  The Pastafarian belief of heaven stresses that it contains beer, volcanoes and a stripper factory. This sounds like an Ivy League College.  Hell is similar, except that the beer is stale, and the strippers have VD.  Maybe this is their idea of a Catholic college.

The Pastafarian tome is called the Loose Canon. In place of the Ten Commandments, it contains the eight I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts. ABC’s Ted Koplar once commented that some religions have 10 Suggestions instead of commandments. Too bad Henderson could not have found two more to keep the theological symmetry going. They also believe that pirates have gotten a bum rap because of the medieval monks who distorted their religious significance.  Wait until Dan Brown reads this.

But of greater concern to Henderson must be the fact that with so many different kinds of pasta—linguini, ziti, ruoti, lasagna, even rigatoni, his religion is immediately threatened with denominational fracture.  I mean can one not envision someday a sign for the Third Church of the Holy Ravioli?

While some may find his satire amusing and even innocuous, Henderson has not really added anything to the debate.  His is just an alternate form of religious belief that they trust is the correct answer to the mysteries of life.  I just wonder what the FSM would say about the meaning of life with its attendant pleasures and pains. Eat more pasta?

In fact I think Henderson’s religious imagination is puerile and pales in contrast to that of the Greeks, Romans or even the Aztecs, who had much more sophisticated gods and goddesses.  His religious mythology sounds like it came out of the bottom of cheap wine.

I really doubt that FSM’s patriarch and chief prophet has a scintilla of truth behind his jokes and parodies, which in the end merely make his religion serve as a self-parody of a seeker who has nothing better to do on a Saturday night.

There is a delicious irony about Henderson’s parody religion.  Their kind of anti-religious sentiment could not be possible without evolution, which believes that it effectively killed off God.  Darwinian evolution is a theory that cannot be proven.  By nature God cannot be put under a microscope.  Evolution is founded on the notion of randomness with is contradictory to legitimate science and discovery, thus undermining its claim to scientific certainty.

Christianity is founded on reason—that an Intelligent Being created an orderly universe that elevates human beings.  Is not Christ the Logos, the incarnation of divine reason?

So both religion and evolution can be reasoned to but not proven.  Both have to be accepted on a basis, not of demonstrable truth but on faith.  Which is more reasonable, the one founded on luck or chance or the one founded on reason?  So the real joke is on the intellectual elite who live in a Woody Allen cosmos where they can laugh God out of existence.  I hate to pop their bubble but the joke is really on them.

About author

After graduating from Holy Cross, Bill Borst earned an MA in Asian History from St. John's University and a Ph.D in American History from St. Louis University. (1972) A former New Yorker, he taught for many years in the St. Louis area, while also hosting a weekly radio show on WGNU from 1984-2006. He currently is a regular substitute for conservative Phyllis Schlafly on KSIV radio. (1320) He is the author of two books on social history, "Liberalism: Fatal Consequences," and "The Scorpion and the Frog: A Natural Conspiracy." He just retired as the Features editor of the Mindszenty Foundation Monthly Report. In his 11 years from 2003-2013 he wrote nearly 130 essays on Catholic culture and world affairs. Many in St. Louis also know him as the "Baseball Professor," because of a course that he offered at Maryville College from 1973-74. It was arguably the first fully-accredited baseball history course in the Midwest.The author of several short books on the old St. Louis Browns, he started the St. Louis Browns Historical Society in 1984. In 2009 his first two plays were produced on the local stage. "The Last Memory of an Ol' Brownie Fan," ran six performances at the Sound Stage in Crestwood and "A Perfect Choice" ran for two performances at the Rigali Center Theater in Shrewsberry. His third play, "A Moment of Grace," ran six performances at DeSmet High School in January of 2011with First Run Theater in January of 2011. He is currently working on a 4th play, "A Family Way," which is a comedy about a happy dysfunctional family. He can reached at