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On Murder, Mandates, and Miscarriage

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  "The most prominent cell line, called HEK 293, comes from an abortion performed in the 1970’s. It’s labeled 293 because that’s how many experimental attempts the researchers needed to get a working cell line. Therefore, though the abortion-to-experiment ratio is not precisely one-to-one, hundreds of abortions went into the project, even if they didn’t result in the working line.  HEK stands for human embryonic kidney. To harvest a viable embryonic kidney for this purpose, sufficiently healthy children old enough to have adequately-developed kidneys must be removed from the womb, alive, typically by cesarean section, and have their kidneys cut out. This must take place without anesthesia for the child, which would lessen the viability of the organs. Instead of being held, rocked, and comforted in the time intervening between their birth and their death, they have organs cut out of them alive." * * * The above passage comes from a  Crisis Magazine  article written back in Jan

Schoolyear 3 C.E. Begins (COVID-Era)

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There have been fewer blog postings lately from me. The start-up to school takes a wallop out of my time, as well as my ability to think properly. I will have something up at 1P5 probably next week. But even with that, 1P5 has a new editor, and it's clear that our writing styles are worlds apart. It remains to be seen if we can work through it or not. He is a great guy, however, and a stalwart Catholic, so that should help with any tension that may arise. But back to my main topic. Another schoolyear has begun. Year number three of the Covid-Era. Though it all seems to be melding into one long and disastrous clump of time. Last year's schoolyear took a heavy toll on myself and other teachers. The stress of regulations, protocol, anxious or angry parents, and frequent student meltdowns was something we'd never experienced before with such high intensity. It took an entire summer, filled with climbing many mountains , before I was able to shake off the year. In talking with

Some Honest Stats Regarding You-Know-What

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My town made the news two days ago. Apparently COVID cases are "through the roof" here. Health authorities want everyone in masks again. School start-up might be delayed. The media is saying many nasty things about the un-vaxxed. As one person commented as he entered a store the other day and noticed the fear escalating: "I see we're getting all covidy again." Can we just press Pause for a second? Let's look at some honest stats from the government website regarding cases in my area: - My entire North East area has a population of 41,560. - Since March 2020 there have been 27,001 COVID tests administered. - 1812 people have tested positive. This means 4% of the population in the past year-and-a-half have caught COVID here. - 13 people have died of (or with) COVID during this time. This is for all ages. It is for all the 96-year-old grandmas, 57-year-olds morbidly overweight, 62-year-olds with stage 4 cancer, 36-year-olds with asthma... it is for everyone.

The Non-Fertile Separation of Church and Farm

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"…and thus was ever on their lips the countryman’s perpetual lament, so reasonable to the ear, but which recurs unfailingly: ‘Had it only been an ordinary year!’” – Louis Hemon (from Maria Chapdelaine , p. 124) * * * Harvest has arrived early this year. The massive - and massively expensive - combines are working around-the-clock as farmers take to gathering their crops. Where did the summer go? Soon it will be another eight months of snow and lockdowns. The familiar smell of wheat and dust mixed with a deliciously cool freshness - the usual autumn treasure - seems stale this year. It is not an enjoyable crisp scent this harvest, but one simply composed of dust and heat. The harvest is a disaster. The wheat appears half its usual size. The summer drought, which was no doubt caused by our sins against the climate – at least if you ask a politician, or Pope Francis - has crushed the spirits of farmers. The heartfelt lament of the farmer is spoken once again: Had it only been

Book Review - Blessed Charles of Austria: A Holy Emperor and His Legacy

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Blessed Charles of Austria: A Holy Emperor and His Legacy Charles A. Coulombe TAN Books (also available on Amazon ) 388 Pages In a dromocratic world where everything we do must be up-to-the-millisecond, why write a review of a book that came out *gasp* last year? Still more, why write a review for a book on the last Holy Emperor, as though a Catholic monarchy were, begrudgingly, anything more than a pipe dream in our current democratic - rule of the mob - days of Trudeau and Biden? A few thoughts on this: 1) I initially ignored this book. However, people just wouldn't stop talking about it, and so I finally read it. 2) I can see now why people have continued to talk about this book. It clearly is of immense quality, and it deserves to be enjoyed by many others. 3) Though signaling the end of an era, the life of Blessed Charles, as you will see, is most applicable to our own lives, and in our own times. Blessed Charles of Austria begins with a mini-history lesson on the Holy Roman

Esolen on the Cultural Necessity of Women's Sports

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A perfect follow-up to my recent observations on Olympic Equality come from the inestimable Anthony Esolen. The issue with sports runs far deeper than Simone Biles' "twisties", and I believe Esolen has truly hit on reality. A snippet: " We need only consider what women must do to keep fit to compete for their teams. Their bodies must look more male than female. They must not put themselves in danger of becoming pregnant, and that means either that they do not take up with men, or that they use contraception regularly; otherwise, the team could not rely on them. How many abortions does a women’s soccer team represent? If the women are runners, they commonly lose so much body fat that the body thinks it is starving and does not ovulate. And males are not sexually attracted to females whose bodies look male, or barren.   Women’s sports have long been a political counter for feminists , and that puts a few dozen bottoms in the stands. Mostly they are entertainment for p

Millette Vacation - Pics and Thoughts

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For friends and family who are unaware, I have compiled my "Pics and Thoughts" from our summer vacation. They can be found over at our family blog. Part 1: Click Here Part 2: Click Here

Mass Insanity and the Dog Days of Summer

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Packing camping supplies seems surreal after a year-and-a-half of COVID insanity. Is it still possible to take a family trip to the mountains in 2021? I thought faithful Catholics were facing persecution and martyrdom at every turn. Not yet anyway. As I hauled up the tent and sleeping bags for our vacation, my wife innocently commented, “I hope the Church doesn’t fall apart like during the last trip we took.” She needs to stop saying such things. During the last family trip, the ex-Cardinal McCarrick scandal blew up. We came home to a Church shaken, battered, and not to be trusted (I speak mainly, though not exclusively, of the hierarchy). But it was for the best. Now what on earth could go wrong this trip? The trip itself was invigorating. If the good Lord has created a more stunning place on earth than the Rocky Mountains, I am not aware of it. However, it seems that other Canadians needed to get out of their homes and visit these mountains as well. Campsites and attractions

Olympic Equality on Full Display in the Pool

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For the first time ever, the Olympic games held a mixed 4x100m relay medley in the pool. This meant that each team had to race two men and two women. They were permitted to align the swimmers in whatever order they chose, based on individual strengths and overall strategy. How interesting. In a sense, you would see the best male swimmers versus the best female swimmers, head to head at various points. The race began, and immediately the countries that started with men raced out to an early lead. The lead was not shocking, but it certainly was not flattering. The men simply powered through the water like sharks. The women, no doubt world class athletes, seemed like Sunday drivers in comparison. In the end, the race evened out, and Great Britain won the gold. It was... entertaining... to say the least. Though somewhat amused, I was also slightly taken aback. Why would the Olympics do this? Why would they showcase just how much faster and stronger the men were? Wasn't that embarrassin

"Where's My Combat Rosary!?!"

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It is our first full day on our family vacation. After being imprisoned far too long in our little area due to COVID regulations, we are bursting at the seems to traverse and climb the Rocky Mountains. But first, a night in Drumheller, Alberta. The scenery is stunning, yet we are perhaps too excited to see the mountains to give Drumheller its due respects. Also of note, we are a little rusty at camping. It's been a few years since we went on a major trip. This being the first full day, we are disheveled already, and misplacing items left and right. Never mind. It is morning, and before we pack up the campsite I decide to go for a quick jog. I take out my combat rosary , place it on the picnic table at our site, and head out for some exercise throughout the stunning landscape. What a beautiful place. Alas, I return, and our packing up begins in haste. Soon enough we head into the van, eager to hit the highway. Suddenly I slam on the brakes! "Where's my combat rosary!?!"

Millette Family Vacation 2021 - Two Videos

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We just returned from a vacation to the Rocky Mountains. If you wish to tag alongside and see what it was like, check out these two videos!

A Catholic Fairy Tale of Sorts

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“Mr. Millette, can you please tell us a story?” asked the students of a grade five class. “You’re just trying to get out of work. Besides, I can’t just think up a story on the spot.” “But you’re so smart!” came the shameless reply. It is alarming how students these days actually think flattery will get them what they want in life. “Oh stop it!” blushed Mr. Millette. “Yeah, I guess I could try... * * * There was once a cheerful grade five class. The teacher loved his students, and his students loved their teacher. Sure, there were problems in the classroom, some of them rather serious, but there was also a sense of hope and belonging. The classroom was a refuge for all, and it was cherished as such. One day the beloved teacher suddenly announced to his class: “I quit. I will no longer be acting as your teacher. Instead I will stay in my tiny office room at the back of the class. From there I will think about you frequently, and might even poke my head out once in a while. I think this