With apologies for the delay, caused both by working on my detailed review of Jorge Mario Bergoglio's time as the universal public face of apostasy that appears will continue for at least a little while longer within the Providence of God and by the continued flu-like sickness that is now in its thirteenth full day, this commentary discusses the now infamous postruing and preening of one Volodymyr Zelensky at the White House on Friday, February 28, 2025.
Tomorrow's commentary will be a brief discussion of President Donald John Trump's State of the Union Address that, no matter how hilarious in its delivery and no matter how childish his defiantly clueless foes in the false opposite of the naturalist left showed themselves to be once again, was mostly an exercise in Americanist Pelagianism.
Today, Thursday, March 6, 2025, the Feast of Saints Perpetua and Felicity and of the Commemoration of Thursday after Ash Wednesday, would have been the one hundred fourth birthday of my late mother, Norma Florence Red Fox Droleskey, who was born on March 6, 1921, as Maxine Coomer to an unwed mother, Ruth Coomer, at a foundling hospital in Kanas City, Missouri. (She was adopted by a vaudevillian performer who claimed to be a Sioux Indian Chieftain--see Guest Column: Chief Red Fox, by George Farias--some months later along with her twin brother, Max Coomer, who was renamed Louis Red Fox in honor of "The Chief's" brother, Louis Humes, and later died in infancy. My mother herself was renamed as Norma Florence Red Fox in honor of my adoptive grandather's only siser, Norma Irene Humes. Please pray for the soul of my late mother, who died of stomach and esophageal cancer on March 18, 1982, in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.
Saints Perpetua and Felicity, pray for us.