The White Lily Blog


Planned Parenthood to South Korea: Oops, We Destroyed You! Sorry!

In the astonishingly frank interview linked here, the head of Korean Planned Parenthood , Mr. Choi Seon-jeony, details the depth of Korea’s depopulation crisis and the transformation it has wreaked upon Planned Parenthood itself. Go read it, but if you don’t have time, below you will find a short summary. The reader may notice inconsistencies in the summary; they are present in the original.

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Confession, Part Six

If Father Tim’s gonna get on board the shuttle, he’s got to get drunk.

“Let me ask you something, Tim,” while Al slid a ginger ale across the table. “And drink this first. Keep you from puking. Hopefully.” Al rubbed his forehead– how to put it?

“Are you actually going to do some kind of missionary thing on the way to Alpha Centauri? ‘Cause I just can’t see it. First of all, I can see how any human being could offer — what human beings have to offer, the mess we got ourselves in. I mean, let’s face it, we’re fleeing Earth. We’re not reaching out, we’re running! And then, I mean, Jesus Christ was human, a human guy.” And lily white, Al thought, not for the first time. Not for the first time. “What could he have to do with whatever forms of life we find out there?”
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Shut Up and Pray

I have been nominated for a Catholic blogs award. My category is Best Catholic Blog That Needs to Update More Often.

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Please Don’t Ask!

My credit union demands I put answers to secret security questions, and all of them are frustrating.

This particular firewall must be to protect the bank, not me. On the contrary!  If I’m ever accosted by bad guys demanding access to my account, they’ll probably have to kill me, because I won’t remember how I spelled the name of my First Pet.

It was a baby frog I tried to teach to sit upright in a tiny plastic rowboat in Granny’s washtub in the hot August sun, and I was too little to spell the name I gave it at the ‘funeral,’ after I forgot it and went for ice-cream and came home and it had fried.

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Nancy, Take a Note: Babies Mean Business

A Swedish public health expert has spilled the beans. He has researched the value of a baby to the Swedish economy. He wasn’t trying to stop abortion or threaten the contraceptive mentality. He wasn’t fighting the anti-natalist notion  that every baby born is a bottomless drain on the economy and a blow to the environment. If that had been the case, if he’d have been arguing that we should stop killing babies, he’d be mopping university library floors instead of studying there.

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Another Eve

Another Eve

(The link above is to an audio of this short story. If you click on it, you will open a new window [which takes a little time to load] that does not have the text of the story. If you were to want both, you would have to open up another window of the blog and load the page where the text is.)

Father Miguel sat quietly, his divine office forgotten on his lap, and gazed sadly around the garden. The Copa del Oro had been stripped again. The thing had gotten at the roses, too. It had taken one perfect bite out of four, no, five, buds on the fragrant red Mr. Lincoln, just one malicious bite each to leave the bud to bloom deformed.  And then it had eaten the miniature Fairy almost to the earth. This is why Father Miguel sat so quietly with a sling shot in his hand and a pile of rocks at the ready. He felt a perfect fool.
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What’s a Girl to Do?

The paperwork to escape the stock market lies on the dining room table, waiting for a signature. Next to the file is my old wooden rosary. It is not presently waiting for anything; I already prayed it still in my pajamas, while the sun came up and revealed a windy Monday morning.

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Holy Mass and the Stock Market

The stock market, at least as it is constituted today, is immoral. It is immoral not because it represents capitalism but because it betrays capitalism; or betrays something even older than capitalism, betrays the bedrock of society:  the prudent exercise of private property, whether stone-age club or stock option.

There are Catholic teachings that could guide us to a surer road than this torturous alternation of Bull with Bear markets, the wild swings that manage to maintain wage slavery among the world’s peoples great and small.  But there is little discussion among Church leaders of these teachings, and much confusion over the franchise. Some calling themselves Catholic demonstrate the protestant errors of the neocons, with their orthodox moral values (on abortion, divorce, and related issues) but their persistent worship of false gods, the golden calf that passes now for a free market.

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Gordimer, Guns, Original Sin

So much time, so much experience, and yet human life is short. The woman who looks out of her photograph on the wrapper in The House Gun is quite grey now, as am I, and her face is set in the sardonic expression of her work, as is my own, try as I might to even the eyebrows and turn up the line of the lips into a real smile.

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Credo in Planned Parenthood? How UnGreen Can You Get!

My friend gets an eco-friendly magazine called Plenty. I like it. It’s very Catholic in spirit because it challenges the public to lead virtuous lives regarding our use of the earth and her creatures.

Catholics were the first Greens, did you know?  Think about it, those bald-headed monks and their vows of poverty?  St. Francis and his furry fan club?

Not that it’s a contest or anything. But it is nice to know in whose old-school you’re kickin’ it.

So I was surprised to see a recent ad in Plenty by a wireless mobile company proudly touting that they regularly donate part of their proceeds to Planned Parenthood. As if that were a good thing! Ecologically speaking, of course.

Because, Planned Parenthood, green? By whose definition of ‘green’ would that be, anyhoo, Shell Oil’s? Dow Chemical’s?

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