Monday, July 27, 2015

Fight Club and a Campfire Chat

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.


  1. Am much relieved, Bear, that these woods will not be going silent any time soon :-).

    I frequently find comfort in a certain cliche' (allegedly a Portuguese proverb) that I suspect has been gratefully embraced by legions of disconsolate Catholics: "God writes straight with crooked lines."

    And then there's the one about a door closing and a window opening -- such a simple image, but powerful enough to give wings to the heaviest heart.

    Thank you for persevering.

  2. As your self-appointed troll (I did win the competition, I think), I am pleased that the woods will have a bear as perceptive and eloquent as you stalking its hills and shadowy places. Even a gutter-lapping criminal defense attorney needs a home. Me, I work for a living. Peace out.

    1. Just how is the hiding-under-the-bridge business these days? The competition has to be rough.

    2. Bear, thanks for the reply. Lately, I make sport of debating the pathetically equipped Catholics who try to defend traditional dogma against my progressivism. Yesterday, some poor sod came my way and I asked him how my gay marriage affected him personally in his marriage. After a stunned silence, I had a nice meal of human haggis. It was quite tasty.

  3. Pleasing words Bear. Keep up the good work with perhaps a little more sense of how God is looking out for you.


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