Tuesday, October 31, 2017



ANNOUNCER: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, from the Meridian Room in the Park Plaza in New York City, we bring you the music of Jorge Tranquello and his orchestra. With a touch of the Spanish. Jorge Tranquello leads off with "La Cumparsita."


ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program of dance music to bring you a special bulletin from Intercontinental Radio News. At twenty minutes before eight, central time, Professor Farrell of the Mount Jennings Observatory, Chicago, Illinois, reported observing several explosions of incandescent gas, occurring at regular intervals in Germany. We now return you to the music of Jorge Tranquello, playing for us in the Meridian Room of the Park Plaza Hotel in New York.


ANNOUNCER: We are now ready to take you to the Vatican Observatory in Rome, where Carl Phillips, our commentator, will interview Professor Guido Versace, S.J.

PHILLIPS: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Carl Phillips, speaking to you from the observatory in Vatican City. With me is Professor Guido Versace, S.J. Would you please tell our radio audience exactly what you see as you observe Germany through your telescope?

VERSACE: Nothing unusual at the moment. 

PHILLIPS: Then you're quite convinced that living heresy, as we know it, does not exist in Germany?

VERSACE: I'd say the chances against it are a thousand to one.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentleman, we are bringing you back to our studio for the latest bulletin from Intercontinental Radio News. It is reported a huge flaming object, believed to be a meteorite, fell from the sky at 8:50 p.m. on a farm near Grovers Mill, New Jersey. We take you there, where our special mobile unit is already at the scene.


MASLOW: This is Rollo Maslow, reporting from near Grovers Mill, New Jersey. Ladies and gentlemen, with me is Mr. Wilmuth, the owner of the farm. Mr. Wilmuth, would you please tell the radio audience as much as you can remember of the rather unusual object that dropped in your backyard? Step closer, please.

WILMUTH: Well, I was just online, checking out my usual blogs and stuff, and hear a big crash. I look out the back window and see this weird, green glow. Then there's a knock on the door. Naturally, I figured it was some trick or treaters, you know? But it was more like a hammering. So I get my basket - full-size candy bars, understand, because we don't get many kids out here - and open the door, expecting a zombie or something.

MASLOW: And what did you see?

WILMUTH: A zombie! But, not some kid. It was a real zombie! I could tell because... because he was missin' things, things from his body and smelled real bad. He tried to tell me something, but it was in some foreign language. It sounded like... like German.

MASLOW: Can you tell our audience what you found on your door?

WILMUTH: These here papers. I can't read 'em. But I got a cold feeling as I watched him lurch away. Funny costume, too. All black, weird little hat. Big fella for a zombie, but I guess I wouldn't know. So, now, the phone starts ringin'. It's other folk here around these parts. They're asking me if I saw the German zombie guy! Turns out he's everywhere, and others, too. None of 'em want candy, but they all have somethin' to give you.

MASLOW: Like what, Mr. Wilmuth?

WILMUTH: Well, some got these Unibomber type manifestos like me. One of 'em said it was in German. Others got little comic books from some Chick outfit. There are all sorts of these characters, going from door to door asking if people are "saved," handing out magazines and tracts and such. Finally, I -"

ANNOUNCER: We interrupt our on-the-scene report and return you now to the Vatican Observatory, where our correspondent Carl Phillips is with Professor Guido Versace, S.J.

PHILLIPS: Professor Versace has an official statement from the top scientists at the Vatican Observatory. Go ahead, Professor.

VERSACE: Beginning in Germany, then spreading all over the world, rocket ships have deposited thousands - perhaps many more - of intelligent creatures we are calling "Protestants." Our agents have personally examined their writings - although admittedly, they are conflicting in many respects - and have actually accompanied these creatures and opened a dialog.

PHILLIPS: Professor, what should people know about these protestors?

VERSACE: Not "protestors." "Protestants." We wish to assure everyone that they are harmless. Indeed, they display little, if any, significant differences from us. We believe we have much to learn from our visitors about, say, liturgy, perhaps even moral theology, soteriology, eschatology... pretty much you name it.

PHILLIPS: Thank you, Professor. I'm sure that will be of much comfort to our listeners.

ANNOUNCER: Now, we take you by telephone to the Woodlands, for an early editorial opinion from a listener who identifies himself only as "the Bear."

BEAR: There you have it, ladies and gentleman, With infinite complacence Catholics went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over the West. Yet intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic - especially Calvinists - regarded the West with envious eyes and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. On this particular evening, little did we realize...

It was Reformation Day.



  1. The only way that Owl can positively view the ecumenical drive towards the Orange Catholic Bible, is that the powers that be see see the spectrum of religious believers as a bell curve: Few true believers, few true deniers, most in the squishy middle. Thus, as not much separates the squishy Catholic from the squishy Protestant from the squishy Islamist, why not fudge the lines a bit and merge everything into one great potbelly.

    Owl, though, argues with the presuppositions and that the graph is all wrong. Owl finds people mad lunatics and that if a man could glimpse how the Good Lord sees but a day of his sins, he would spend the rest of his life weeping in contrition.

    1. Except the Pope is not and probably never will impress Americans in the Baptist Church and its lively bookstore line, the local Vine Franchise, the Max Lucado / Beth Moore / Joan Meyer readers. So, the Bear must disagree. The Pope cannot make real headway with Jews, Moslems, or American Protestants, although there can be photo-ops aplenty.

      The only people who might fall for his line are Swedish Lutheran Lady-Bishops and wobbly Anglicans. Even then, it's always going to be a one-way giveaway because their theological treasuries are empty and the only possible transaction is the Church giving up truth in exchange for influence and prestige.

      That is the real drive. It has nothing to do with squishy middles. It has everything to do with the end-game of turning the Church into the world.

    2. The World IS the squishy middles.

    3. Bear seldom disagrees with Owl, but the world is not even the squishy middle. The world is enemy-occupied territory and the devil is entrenched everywhere. There isn't anything squishy about it all.

    4. Disputation is good for a blog. Keeps people coming back.

      It is squishy because of the demonic spirit of sloth.

      People think that they cannot see demons, but it is easy if one knows how to look. Want to see sloth? Ask oneself, "Have I loved the Lord as I ought to have today?" One will find sloth if one watch one's thought process, perhaps pride as well.

      Welcome to the squishy middles.

  2. Squishy v. non-squishy. You two made me laugh.

    1. Didn't Trent address the heresy of squishiness?

  3. I thought people would find this hilarious. You just never know what will hit and what will miss, even after all these years. The more knowledge people need to appreciate it, the smaller your audience is going to be. How many recognize the poster for a 90's movie, "Independence Day?" How many know much at all about Orson Welle's Halloween "hoax?" Probably almost no one will know the "editorial" at the end was the actual beginning of the broadcast (and repeated in the classic movie).

    And it's long for humor.

    Oh, well, as an old Vaudevillian, the Bear knows the first performance is to see what works and what doesn't, and the act gets adjusted. Trouble is, with a blog, every day is opening night. Heck, even Hollywood showed pictures to a test audience in some out-of-the-way place to get audience reactions.

    As usual, the Bear is without a wire, but he knew the job was dangerous when he took it.

    It is sort of funny that the beginning is verbatim, right down to the "tango" that's being played.

    1. Owl appreciated. Owl doesn't know how to communicate audience chuckling in blog talk back form. Owl supposes it would come off a humorless structural analysis of the comedic bit.

  4. oh man.....I was just going to say...."it's like he was wearin' Egger.....like a....suit..............an Egger suit."

    and don't ya just luv the line, "we have more in common than what separates us"???
    mmmmm hmmmmm.....like our shared Christology; a 'lil sumpim sumpim from.....what did Bishop Barron call him(?).....oh yeah, that "Mystic of Grace"....

    • “I look upon God no better than a scoundrel” (ref. Weimar, Vol. 1, Pg. 487. Cf. Table Talk, No. 963).
    • “Christ committed adultery first of all with the women at the well about whom St. John tell’s us. Was not everybody about Him saying: ‘Whatever has He been doing with her?’ Secondly, with Mary Magdalen, and thirdly with the women taken in adultery whom He dismissed so lightly. Thus even, Christ who was so righteous, must have been guilty of fornication before He died.” (ref. Trishreden, Weimer Edition, Vol. 2, Pg. 107. – What a great blasphemy from a man who is regarded as “great reformer”!).
    • “I have greater confidence in my wife and my pupils than I have in Christ” (ref. Table Talk, 2397b).
    • “It does not matter how Christ behaved – what He taught is all that matters” (ref. Erlangen Vol. 29, Pg. 126).


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