Bella, belli, bello, bellum, bello…
If that makes sense to you, then welcome to Fr. Henle’s First Year Latin Course. My homeschooled kids are currently knee-deep in Henle Latin which means that I, their teacher, am currently ankle deep in Henle Latin. Never fear, though, because I have taken this exact course before and I actually seem to remember much of it. That is… until we get to verbs. Then, they’re on their own. Oh well, at least maybe this time I’ll find out why the slaves of the Galls do not praise Mary. Frankly, if they don’t praise Mary, they should be shot.
Dr. Mazza (again) for the Win!
This past Thursday evening I listened in to a webinar featuring the amazing Dr. Ed Mazza. Dr. Mazza did what Dr. Mazza does best. He explained the Bergoglian antipapacy. I wonder if Mazza every thought, years ago, that this would be his life now. And yet, here we are. Men like Mazza, women like Barnhardt… They are simply using their intellects and the grace God has given them to testify to the Truth. It does not matter how many millions think that Jorge is the Vicar of Christ. Some things cannot be unseen. I decided a while ago (after reading what they both, and others, had to say) that I could remain silent no longer. We (dare I include myself) are making progress. Gradually more and more voices are speaking up. If you are unsure to what I refer, watch this interview with John Henry Westin.
See You in September
Growing up in the shadow of Manhattan and having been homeschooled, I spent a lot of time as a youngster in (what was) the greatest city in the world. One Wednesday a month, my mom would take my younger sister and me into the City to toy around. It was our “culture” class. We’d see a Broadway show, grab lunch at Sardi’s, and take in the sights and sounds of the Big Apple. It was magnificent. I learned some of my favorite words in Times Square (pre-Giulliani). One of the shows we saw was the colonial-era musical 1776 which tells the story of the drafting of the Declaration of Independence. The show, originally staged in 1969, was composed by Sherman Edwards. He never wrote another musical in his life. He did however write a pop song in the 1960’s. Turns out old Mr. Edwards was a high school history teacher. Every June he would lament that his students would go off for the summer so he sat down and composed the song See You in September. It’s catchy.
Presumably, he would return in September and be clobbered with “Bella, belli, bello, bellum, bello”…
And then he died.
Look, if Paul Harvey could pull that “rest of the story” nonsense, I can end things like they do in real life. With death.
St. Augustine and St. Monica, pray for us!
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