Apparently, the first rule of Fight Club is don't talk about Fight Club. The Bear cannot be less cryptic, but everything is smoothed over and certain elements are back in place for your shopping convenience.
The Bear is humbled, and grateful to those who have donated. When you drop something in the Bear's tin cup, you are not just supporting this blog in some generous, but vague way. You are providing material assistance to its author and his mate, and the caprine, avian and canine residents of Zoar. The Bear will say this once, because if he's going to lurk about your kitchen table (or wherever you read this blog) panhandling, you deserve a sob story, however brief.
The Bear subsists on a very small Navy disability pension. The Bear is longer the dashing criminal defense lawyer (which never paid very well, anyway). Like Forest Gump, that's all he's got to say about that.
On the other hand, the Bear's unexpected retirement has made this blog possible. Perhaps God would rather see the Bear roaring here, than representing the criminal poor. (Do not believe romantic South American myths about poverty and virtue being mystically linked. Maybe as a class, the poor are virtuous, but as individual members, not necessarily.)
It is also very nice to feel like the Bear is contributing something to the household budget. (The Shepherdess has her hands full at home.)
God has blessed St. Corbinian's Bear and it has become much bigger than the Bear ever hoped for. Yesterday, the Bear found one of his articles translated into Croatian. The two most recent articles are in the top ten of all time. The Bear would be remiss not to thank Pewsitter for their exposure. Of course there are many great blogs, and many far bigger than SCB.
It seems like yesterday the Bear was talking with Jane Chantal (who, with Pete at Et Cum Spiritu Tuo is his earliest and dearest reader) about folding SCB due to lack of interest. They have always encouraged the Bear, though. Without them, the Bear would have probably wandered off into the woods ong ago.
Finally, there is Pope Francis.
A blogger has to feel like Colonel Kilgore from Apocalypse Now, barely holding back tears as he says, "Someday this war's gonna end." If there is anyone to whom the Bear must attribute whatever success he has, it is Pope Francis. You must believe the Bear when he says that he does not want to write about Pope Francis. But the ponies... they're so fat, so slow, and they're running in the wrong direction. Sometimes, in all seriousness, the Bear imagines that the few traditionalist bloggers serve a genuine prophetic function. We cannot but stand up for the Church in her glory and truth, and for our Living Savior.
So, once again, thank you for joining a disreputable old Bear. Nail your foot to the floor in front of your favorite pew and die there.
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