Saturday, September 30, 2017

The China Syndrome (Poem)

The China Syndrome
A poem by the Bear reflecting his thoughts on previous post, The Limits of Truth.

Once there was a china pope,
Put on the shelf with care.
That others might not lose their hope,
From handling by a Bear.

The china pope was shaped so odd,
No flowers seemed to fit.
And though it was a gift from God,
Yet on the shelf must sit.

And if the honey jar should break,
And golden treasure fall,
The Bear must never dare to make
Any use of it at all.

Do not handle, do not touch
the china pope, you see,
Don't even speak of it too much
It's best to let it be.

For with its china eyes it sees,
With china ears it hears,
But if it holds the golden keys,
Then please, explain my fears,

And why it sits high on a shelf,
Beyond the careless paw,
If it cannot defend itself
How can it change the law?

But tiptoe past the china pope,
As fragile as egg shell,
It's what we have and we must hope,
It conquers gates of Hell.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Inside the Lincoln White House - Another "Bear Facts Eyewitness to History"

Extremely rare photo of President
Abraham Lincoln and Bear. Note
the subtle amusement about the
President's lips as he tries to
maintain the perfect stillness
the photography of the day
required despite the
Bear's antics.
Note: SCB is getting murderized by spam from "Anonymous." It has always been a rule that anonymous posts are not allowed, but recognized and internally identified Anonymous posters have been an exception. If Bear notices a Woodland Creature fine, but the volume of spam means that the rule must otherwise be observed from now on. The intent is not to limit discussion. (The Bear is darned near a First Amendment absolutist who believes the cure to bad speech is better speech). It is, rather, to cut down on the hours the Bear spends burning his retinas out in front of a computer screen and asking visitors to afford everyone the courtesy of interacting with us as persons of some sort.

Cordially yours, the Bear

The Bear applauds the newfound interest in the Civil War - or at least its monuments - by youthful scholars, and was moved to write his recollections of that conflict's beginning from the perspective of an eyewitness. It is obvious that the President was exercising his well-known dry sense of humor on the doltish General Poppinjay, while the great man reserved serious conversation for the Bear.

And yet, those familiar with the difficulties facing the President at the outset of the war will recognize truth even in the presidential playfulness. He could not find an aggressive general for his main army. He could barely find one willing to be prodded out of camp. Part of the problem were wildly inflated reports of rebel numbers by Pinkerton agents. And so forth.

As Everybody Knows...

As everybody knows, the South owned slaves and treated them brutally. The North discovered this and was horrified, so it elected Abraham Lincoln to free the slaves, which he did in his inaugural address. This made the Northern Americans happy, so long as the former slaves did not come up to their towns and cities. However, Lincoln still had to punish the Southern Americans.

The problem was that he could not find a general who would actually lead an army.

The Bear happened to be an uninvited, yet tolerated, guest in the Lincoln White House during the early months of the war. The Bear believes everybody assumed he was an hallucination engendered by the stress of imminent war, so no one mentioned him. The following is exactly as he recalls a typical conversation between President Lincoln and one of his generals.

Bear Facts Eyewitness to History: the Lincoln White House

General Doolittle Poppinjay - "Lead an army, you say? With all due respect, preposterous. First of all, despite 18 hours of close-order drill a day, my men still can't properly execute a left oblique while counter-marching by column of companies. They're simply not ready. And has the President considered that we might lose? What then? Robert E. Lee demolishing the Lincoln Memorial is what."

President Lincoln - "Oh, I suppose I hadn't thought of that. Could you just, I don't know, maybe go on a march in the general direction of Montgomery? Maybe five miles?"

General Poppinjay - "I'll have to doublecheck that, but I think Jefferson Davis moved the center of his insurrection to Richmond, Virginia."

Lincoln - "Is that closer than Montgomery?"

General Poppinjay - "Very much so, sir. It's only 100 miles away."

Lincoln - "Well, we need to get the Pinkertons on this capitol thing. But 100 miles? That would be even better! They can't stop us! I'll take up my good ax and show you how to lead an army myself!"

General Poppinjay - "Sir, with all due respect, do you recall an incident during the Blackhawk War where you had to get your regiment through a gap in a fence?"

Lincoln - "Maybe."

General Poppinjay - "And you didn't know the proper drill commands, did you?"

Lincoln - "I - I have heard that story, but -"

General Poppinjay - "So you said, 'Fall out and fall in on the other side of the fence, didn't you?"

Lincoln - "It's true. I could never lead an army. Why did I even start this stupid war? We're all going to die. But, couldn't we at least go down fighting? Uh, not to change the subject, but do you see a bear sitting in yonder chair reading a newspaper?"

General Poppinjay - "Uh, I.. Do you?"

Lincoln - "A bear? Here? In the White House?"

General Poppinjay - "That's a good one, Mr. President. A bear!"

[Both laugh uproariously. The Bear winks at the President,]

General Poppinjay: - "It might catch on, though. Stuffed toy bears. 'Abraham Bears.' Doesn't quite have a ring, though."

Lincoln - "No, you're right, but I like the concept. Let's design the bear now and we can come up with the name later."

[Several hours later, both men are resting their heads on the desk, crude sketches littering the floor around them.]

Lincoln - "Another failed enterprise. I'm getting depressed, Pop. How are we matched up, numbers-wise?"

General Doolittle Poppinjay, O.G.
General Poppinjay - "Pinkerton says we're outnumbered 100 to one. And they have ironclad elephants that shoot cannonballs out of their noses. No, that's not right. You know what I mean. Those things... like this."

Lincoln - "Trunks?"

General Poppinjay - "Yes, sir. Thank you. Cannonballs out of their trunks."

Lincoln - "And you find this report credible?"

General Poppinjay - "The Pinkertons are the very best there are, sir."

Lincoln - "I don't care! I have an idea. We'll get the Irishmen drunk and tell them the Pope's behind the elephants. He's handing out 'sin-free sex-with-anyone' passes to the first 100 to reach him. Then, we'll coat them with pitch and set them on fire."

Bear - "Wow, Mr. President. That is just wrong on so many levels. Besides, no Catholic is going to believe a Pope would ever modify Church sexual teachings."

President Lincoln - "Did you -"

General Poppinjay - "Not a thing, sir."

Lincoln - "They'll scare the elephants and in their panic they'll destroy the Confederate Army for us! Everyone knows elephants are afraid of shrieking burning Irishmen running toward them. But, then, what am I saying? If we're outnumbered 100 to one, the war is already lost."

General Poppinjay - "Not necessarily, sir. Not if we do absolutely nothing."

Lincoln - "But we can't win that way. Or, uh... what else was it we were we doing?"

Bear - "Freeing the slaves, sir."

Lincoln - "Yes. Free the slaves."

General Poppinjay - "We can't lose, either."

Lincoln - "Two can play this sneaky-hide-your-capitol game. What's the farthest place from Richmond?"

General Poppinjay - "My rough guess would be off the western coast of Australia. But, with all due respect, shouldn't a country's capitol be in the country? And, um, on land?"

Lincoln  - "Those are not unsound considerations, General. See here. What if we just paid the slave owners for their slaves and be done with it? I eat a little crow, the Union is restored, slavery ended, no war, hundreds, maybe thousands of American lives saved. We could even give every former slave 40 acres and a mule. It would all cost about two years of mule fodder for your fancy-pants do-nothing army. Tell me the downside of that idea."

General Poppinjay - "But, Mr. President. You can't have states rebelling and then just buy them off with cash. It would be unseemly. There just has to be a war. And all that drill gone to waste, too."

Lincoln - "But you won't fight one for me."

General Poppinjay - "I never said that. I said I just needed a little time to get the Army of the Potomac ready. Another year or two, perhaps. Ten at the most."

Lincoln - "Thank you, General. That will be all. Maybe you can collect those drawings. I'd like you to continue working on them to the exclusion of all other duties."

[General Poppinjay leaves with bear drawings in hand.]

Lincoln - "I might appoint you in charge of the Army of the Potomac, my phantasmal friend."

This was one of those moments when the deep, inwardly-distracted eyes showed a twinkle of merriment that warmed anyone of the slightest acquaintance with the man. Yet there was a serious intent behind the joke, the Bear detected, and he accepted the invitation to pursue a more realistic conversation.

Bear - "No thank you, Mr. President. This will be no place for the Bear for the next several years. Once a war starts, somebody always gets the idea that the Bear might be useful in some cockeyed scheme. These are man's problems. Slavery is unknown among beasts, and so is forcing other creatures to be part of your Woodlands if they don't want to be. This is man's fight, and the Bear does not envy you."

Lincoln - "So, where will you go?"

Bear - "Back home to Germany. But if you really want this war, Mr. Lincoln, know that while you will be remembered as the Great Emancipator and will preserve the Union, you will meet your Maker with the blood of 620,000 Americans on your hands, by accurate Bear mathematical forecasts. The South has not invaded the North. It is not a threat to Northern hearths, but to a union one half no longer desires, and the governing philosophy of your country."

Lincoln - "Do you now you play Banquo to my MacBeth, who leaves judgment to God, but says, 'I fear thou play'dst most foully for 't.' Am I to be the villain of the piece?"

Bear - "The Bear thinks few will say so, Mr. President. But he also thinks this doleful piece will play on long after you are gone. This storm has been a long time coming and blame is shared with many on both sides who saw this day and did nothing to change course while there was still time."

Lincoln - "Blame or not, I was elected by the United States and I will not see my country divided as long as I am its president. Surely, you understand my motivation for this war. Secession does attack the United States as surely as an invasion! Every American is lessened by this painful division, which I wonder if even an animal prodigy such as yourself can appreciate. However, I would not part on an argument, but humbly ask your counsel."

Bear - "You will win because the armies of both sides will be led by mediocrities. It will be a meat grinder because tactics have not kept pace with modern weapons. All that talk about drill is nonsense, but typical. The South has fewer Americans to start with. And it will run out of American blood to fight this war before the more populous North will. The Bear is sorry, sir. He does not mean to add to your burdens, but the Bear fears the results of such radical surgery, even if it is the physician's only cure."

Lincoln - "Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived, it is true. And, again you are right. The ship of state is already upon the rocks. I deem your estimate of casualties too pessimistic, though. If I can find a general who will fight, this war will be a short one and few of its evils will visit civilians of the North or the South. We are Americans all. It is impossible to imagine a spirit of vengeance animating brothers in arms, though marching under different flags. A doleful piece, indeed. If you'll wait, I'll send you off with a basket of fresh rolls and honey."

And so the Bear left America, and his predictions were uncannily accurate. He has always wondered if the objectives of reunification and emancipation could have been achieved with time and cool tempers. He wants to say "yes," but those were two cards President Lincoln had not been dealt.

The question of whether and how "this doleful piece" does still play on is for the comment box.

The Bear was sad when he learned of Mr. Lincoln's death, but not surprised. He was a man chosen by Providence for a particular time, and did not outlive it. More importantly, though, he had haunted eyes that lent both a warmth and distance to a face that is spectacularly homely in pictures, but when animated was not less homely, but held an element of attraction, or at least fascination, as well.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Dear Humans: You are Screwed - Bear

Coat of Arms - Yaroslavl
Bears With Giant Axes

Okay, first, it's a very substantial looking Bear. Is he waving "hello, there?" Signaling, "STOP!" Or giving a modified paws up "RAWR?"

"Modified," because he's carrying a poleaxe! As if being a Bear were not enough, he has armed himself with a powerful two-pawed cleaving weapon, probably to defeat armored humans. You can bet he is not bent on cutting down the Woodlands!

Things are quiet at the edge of the Woodlands, but that does not mean the Bear has left its eaves or given himself over to idleness.

Judging Angels Sequel Tops 100,000 Words

The sequel to judging angels has topped 100,000 words for those of you interested in the continuing saga of the plucky Able family as Brian and Sandy find themselves at the center of conspiracies, international strategy, and a war between two worlds. Alice gets to channel her hostility as an official "Fearless Demon Hunter," and Pecksley - remember him of the nervous twisty tail? - defies CIA regs and rocks some fabulous new dinofeathers, as well as the fate of every human being on the planet, including you.

Stand by for a major tease on the Bear's proper writing site.

The Fall of Western Civilization: Not With a Bang, but With a Whine

The Bear is disgusted with pretty much everything. He remembers when people - mostly cranks - would laboriously submit "letters to the editor," which were the common person's means of publicizing his views in the pre-electron days. It took some effort and literacy and the ability to purchase and affix a stamp of the proper postage on the missive. And there was always the editor to wad it up and toss it in the trash can by his desk. (Yes, now there are bloggers. And there are crank bloggers and upright reasonable bloggers like the Bear.)

The unforeseen consequence of the Information Revolution, which began with the printing press and got boosted into Stage Two by Internet social media has been to foster vulgarity, incivility, ignorance, sloganeering of the most ignorant sort - in short, agitprop is now in the hands of everyone, not just the professional provocateurs. (Yes, the Bear's irony meter is, as always, perfectly calibrated, but Bears have a God-given instinct for agitprop that must be expressed. Invective is always served with a bit of honey, or at least winsome whimsy - say that fast three times.)

Everyone is oppressed. (You can legally murder Bears for fun - that's oppression. Not being able to choose between potties - no. That is not oppression.)

Everything is a damned cause.

Every cause is an excuse for a nauseating and endless series of "look-at-me" moments.

Every cause is also an excuse for small-scale civil insurrection and virtue violence against innocent, easy targets.

In the old days, the village idiot was tolerated with benign amusement. The crank letter writer wasn't worth reading.

But we are now bombarded with a constant stream of effective agitprop to keep us keyed up, angry, and, most of all, divided into two sides so perfectly balanced as to defy coincidence. And, by the way, this is not a "pox on both houses" article. There is a "more right" and there is a "more wrong." There always has been. And most people have always chosen the wrong. Right from the beginning.

Divided We Tweet

As an outsider, here at the edge of the Woodlands, where he can observe human goings on, the Bear recalls the fall of the Roman Empire. (He was around then, you might remember.) Back then it was the Barbarians (and Islam) versus the Christian West.

The Bear can't see that anything has changed, except for one.

Back then, Christianity was fresh, and was getting a fair trial.

Over the centuries, it, and the West, eventually failed as an institution.

Today, in its function as a builder and maintainer of society, it is another failed Big Idea in the dustbin of history, like Communism and Peronism and National Socialism. That is not to say that Christianity is no longer valid as a religion. It means that it is irrelevant as the perception and partnership of the movement of God among the nations. It no longer stands above the world, but beside the world. A week from next Thursday it will be on its philosophical and institutional knees before the world.

We Will Have No King but Caesar! Make that No King but the Mob!

Down With Trump!

People will try a new idea when they think things are desperate. People will not reach for an old idea, once tried and proven a failure. In simple terms, Christianity - and the concept of the West - has had its day, and Great Caesar's Ghost has finally succumbed to Twitter and Facebook and the men in masks (never a good sign) as did his body to the wounds inflicted by Brutus and his conspirators.

The Bear comes not to praise Caesar, but to bury him.

History has been mostly the growth of the hatred of kings. Not that kings were always good, but non-monarchial leaders don't have such a great record, either. Hatred of kings has become absolute.The sword of order, of which Paul speaks, is held in trembling hands by small men and women more afraid of hurting someone's hypersensitive feelings than preserving order and administering justice.

The last King to be deposed is Christ the King, of course. There can be no exceptions. After all, isn't "No Gods, No Masters" the slogan of the pan-Left?

The Bear can see no solution from the edge of the Woodlands.

Except, maybe, Bears with poleaxes. Ruling a chastened humanity as benevolent despots. Scroll up and let the Bear with the poleaxe speak to your heart. Think of your dear old Teddy. You will know whom you can trust no matter what.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The Limits of Truth

The Limits of Truth 

The Bear has told the truth, or at least has applied all of his training, experience and diligence to arrive at what he has reason to believe is the truth, and from a disinterested starting point. He was an apologist for Francis at first, and is still less troubled by his unpleasant quirks and habits of speech. They are really not very important except as convenient little arguments for those who have long
since given up on the man.

He has examined the evidence with a degree of care of which few would believe a Bear capable.

The Church has done one about face after another. It did not begin with Pope Francis, but it did start to manifest around the beginning of the 20th century and got a big boost from V2. Pope Francis has accelerated the process with the deliberate and incessant use of media to appeal to Catholics directly. He drops hints and expects his men to run with them. And how they do! "We hold these truths to be self-evident..." would be one way of putting the Bear's argument.

The mid-19th Century Church could pass the Church of today on the street without recognizing it. It would, in fact avoid eye contact and move to the other side.                                                                                                                                                                      
In a nutshell, the Church has adapted with enthusiasm to the spirit of the World. It has brought upon itself a crisis of credibility, and no amount of wishing is going to make it go away. One signature doctrine after another is being quietly dropped.

The only people who disagree with the Bear are those who are convinced already - those who must be convinced for their peace of mind. There are fundamentalists on both ends of the spectrum although Francis exempts his fundamentalists from criticism.

Unless the Church Transforms the World, the World Will Transform the Church

It is impossible to deny the West is sick and lacks confidence. The same may be seen of its institutions. The Church is failing in the very same way at the very same time as all other Western institutions. Too late we are realizing just how serious the command to baptize the nations was. The Church thrives in a Christian society. If it builds in a swamp, instead of draining it, it will grow sick just like its neighbors. (See Romans 12:2.)

If you look at the intellectual fashions of the West, you will quickly discover that the Church is baptizing and embracing them all. To adapt a phrase, the Catholic Church has become the Democrat party at prayer. If you doubt the Bear's words, look at the USCCB's committees. They are filled with proud socialists, Soros think tankers and liberals of every stripe, all gathered for the greatest exhibition of virtue signaling in the world.

The Magisterium of the Photo-Op and Sound Byte

The Bear learned long ago that deeply satisfying emotional beliefs, e.g. the death penalty, make poor topics for discussion. There is literally no point in presenting arguments, because people will not even listen to them, much less seriously entertain them. Besides, the magisterium of the photo-op and of the sound byte are the only magisteriums that count anymore. One may argue "oh, those don't really  mean anything," and the Bear would  agree, except in what the press reports and interested third parties trumpet and priests decide to implement "pastorally" and in the beliefs of individual Catholics.

It is a brilliant bit of sleight of hand by people who are impatient with the truth interfering with their agendas. The only way it works is because everyone is afraid to call them out on it. The Bear has never offered the alternative. He has always left that to others. It is enough for one Bear to point out the obvious for most who still don't get it, or others have decided to elevate other things higher than the truth of  God.

The Great Battle: The Church of Ought vs. The Church That Is

This is a shame, even a danger, because Catholics desperately need to start bringing "the Church as it Ought to Be" in line with "the Church as it Really is" in a careful, intellectually-sound and deliberate fashion. The old pietistic or ultramontanist kneejerk responses ("there, there, now, we've had bad popes before," or "if only you truly understood Vatican II," or insults and putdowns) are ludicrously inadequate.
The Bear is resting here on the outskirts of the woodlands, because he has said all this before. At some point, the benefit of him stating the truth must be balanced against the danger of harming the faith of certain people of good will. The Bear suspects that those who agree with the Bear's assessment don't need to read it, the rest won't want to read it, and there may be those it could harm.  

The Bear has always stuck to non-supernatural arguments, not because the supernatural is unimportant, but because where naturalistic arguments suffice to explain things, one need not invoke the supernatural. At an any rate, that has been the Bear's approach, and there are plenty of alternatives. Of course, the designs of God are often manifested in the natural world through Providence.

The Church is capitulating to the world, of that there can be no doubt. That is a big enough message for a Bear.                          

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Monday, September 18, 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017

So, Like What's Up With the Church Changing Teachings?

A Day in the Life

This was as far as Bear got. It took
several valuable seconds.
Oh, dear. The Bear has not felt very motivated of late to dip his paw into the polluted waters of the Tiber and rake the muck.

He did spend several hours, however, planning a Game of Thrones type intro video for this ephemeris. Locations like "Beaver Dam," "Badger's Den," "The Big Clearing," and "The Bear's Cave" would come to 3D life by the patient use of stop-action video and construction paper locations.

So that was time well spent.

Then he had a Department of Fish, Game and Wildlife Office of Large Talking Predators mandated doctor's visit at the VA hospital. The doctor claimed to have finished and enjoyed "Judging Angels" (having purchased a copy during the Bear's last checkup after the Bear got on his knees and cried) and prescribed a sequel.

Or Seroquel. Bear isn't sure.

He promised to write a review. (Hint. Reviews make the Bear's morale soar and inspire him to tend to things like this ephemeris.)

Meanwhile, Over at the Bear's Other Blog

JUST IN: Judging Angels picks up two more 5-star reviews to bring its unbroken string to 20! The book no one expects but everybody likes.

Speaking of which, there is a new, short and funny review up at Amazon, so the Bear reposted it on his other blog as he accompanies and dialogues with the clever reviewer. For those of you who wisely ignore said other blog, the news is that the sequel stands at 85,600 words, or 2000 more words since yesterday. Also, the last-finished chapter is entitled "The Sting of the Lash and the Solace of the Bite." But, anyway, if you're interested in the sequel, there's plenty to read over there.

Did the Bear tell you about his idea for the intro video? Oh. Yeah.

So, here's what the Bear would write about if he were not distracted and beset with ennui.

The Big Question: 
Has or Has Not the Church Changed Its Teaching
on the Necessity of Being a Faithful Catholic in Order to be Saved?

Is there any real question that the Catholic Church has changed its mind on some pretty significant topics like, oh, salvation?


The Bear is not thinking about Pope Francis.

It was commonplace until living memory for popes to condemn "indifferentism" (which is now pushed as "ecumenism"). Numerous exercises of the ordinary magisterium of popes in their encyclicals rap Catholics who dare fraternize in any religious way with Protestants - let alone non-Christians - sharply across the muzzle.

And salvation for heretics, pagans, Jews and other infidels? Surely, you jest.

Now, don't get the Bear wrong. Personally, he doesn't care for that teaching at all. Between him and you, he's not quite sure how much stock to put into it. But, then, the Bear is a terrible Catholic. Nonetheless, that it was the way things were until recently.

Not just here and there. You cannot stroll through Church documents for the vast majority of her existence without tripping over this teaching.

Even into the 20th Century, popes are still acting as if they were the monarchs of a Church that remained the only means of salvation. (Various narrow exceptions were always argued, such as whether catechumens prior to baptism might be saved and "invincible ignorance," but the list was never long, and the exceptions went, as the saying goes, to prove the rule.

"No salvation outside of the Church" was not something invented by Fr. Feeney, as some people seem to believe. (In any case, there is a lot more to the Fr. Feeney story than the validity of a doctrine.) It was harped on by popes on their magisterial harps for ages, and expressed by the Church's extraordinary magisterium three times, just in case you missed the first two. (Council of Florence, Pope Eugene IV, Bull Cantate Domino; Pope Boniface VIII, Bull Unam Sanctam; and Pope Innocent III, Fourth Lateran Council.)

The tantalizingly blighted 15th Century Council of Florence, which saw an agreement on the healing of the Great Schism that was ultimately rejected by the East, put it in fairly typical language.

It firmly believes, professes, and proclaims that those not living within the Catholic Church, not only pagans, but also Jews and heretics and schismatics cannot become participants in eternal life, but will depart “into everlasting fire which was prepared for the devil and his angels” [Matt. 25:41], unless before the end of life the same have been added to the flock; and that the unity of the ecclesiastical body is so strong that only to those remaining in it are the sacraments of the Church of benefit for salvation, and do fastings, almsgiving, and other functions of piety and exercises of Christian service produce eternal reward, and that no one, whatever almsgiving he has practiced, even if he has shed blood for the name of Christ, can be saved, unless he has remained in the bosom and unity of the Catholic Church.

Pope Eugene IV, Bull Cantate Domino, Council of Florence. (If the Bear is deluded in this, someone ought to let EWTN know.)

Bear means, "Yikes!"

Of course, nobody talks like that anymore. Bear thinks it would be a hate crime and certainly a trigger. But, as far as the Bear knows, while Lumen Gentium of Vatican II backpedals glibly across the centuries, the Bear does not remember it stating anywhere that, "Oh, and all that stuff about belonging to the Catholic Church being essential to salvation? We hereby formally declare it all nonsense."

The closest it comes are some confusing hints that the Church might actually be a lot bigger than previously suspected. (As the Bear always says, though, he firmly adheres to whatever infallible teachings might be contained in the turgid meanderings of the pastoral Vatican II Council compromise documents that he can be expected to make the least sense of as a degreed professional and paperback writer.)

On this one issue alone, the Bear is firmly convinced that the Church has always officially stood for the proposition that your chances of salvation were, to say the least, exceedingly dim unless you were a faithful Catholic.

Until, that is, well into the 20th century, when things... mysteriously changed sub silentio.

So, if this is true, then why is everyone up in Pope Francis' business? The Bear suspects the Woodland Creatures and Welcome Visitors might be able to shed some light on the topic.

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