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The Warren Way Is Wrong

The Warren Way Is Wrong

November 10, 2019 (1,876 words)

Most everyone I know or rub elbows with on a regular basis thinks Elizabeth Warren is a crack pot. There was a guest editorial in The New York Times the other day (Nov 5) that concisely expresses the conventional wisdom regarding the senator from Massachusetts.

“The Warren Way Is the Wrong Way” is the handiwork of Steven Rattner, who is identified as a Wall Street executive and a contributing opinion writer. Mr. Rattner’s breezy synopsis references some familiar talking points:

#1: Ms. Warren proposes to pay for her Medicare for all program with a “daunting mountain” of new taxes and fees.

#2: She would “extend the reach and weight of the federal government far further into the economy than anything even President Franklin Roosevelt imagined, effectively abandoning the limited government model that has mostly served us well.”

#3: Ms. Warren’s “armada of changes” would be “highly disruptive,” for example, to the 156 million Americans who have private health insurance. And these changes would be expensive, costing at least $23 trillion over the next decade.


something even more insidious than calls for lavish spending…


But there is something even more insidious, from Mr. Rattner’s perspective, than Warren’s high profile policy initiatives such as Medicare for all, the Green New Deal, free college tuition, universal child care, and student debt forgiveness.

“Less discussed is her intention to impose vast new regulatory burdens and to revamp the way business functions, which could have an even more negative effect on our economy. Many of America’s global champions, like banks and tech giants, would be dismembered. Private equity, which plays a useful role in driving business efficiency, would be effectively eliminated. Shale fracking would be banned, which would send oil and natural gas prices soaring and cost millions of Americans’ their jobs.”

And if all that wasn’t bad enough,

“the system of state chartering of corporations would, for businesses with more than $1 billion in revenue, become a federal function. Corporations could lose their charters if they failed to adhere to an often vague set of principles, including considering in their decision-making the interest of employees, customers, and their communities.”

I, for one, can’t imagine anything more damaging to “our economy” than having corporations take into account the interest of employees, customers, and their communities. If I was on the fence about supporting Ms. Warren’s bid for the Democratic nomination in the upcoming 2020 presidential election, Mr. Rattner’s litany of complaints has effectively eliminated the last shred of doubt.


something we would expect of The Wall Street Journal


The worldview expressed in Mr. Rattner’s op-ed is standard issue stuff for The Wall Street Journal. That it appears in the NYT is evidence the real divide in our country is not between left and right, but between the haves and have nots. Since the majority of NYT readers would certainly qualify as “haves,” even if they happen to lean hard left on the social issues.

The big reveal in Rattner’s piece occurs fairly early on, when he admits to being a lifelong Democrat who “freely acknowledges that substantial reforms are much needed, both to achieve a more equitable distribution of income and wealth and to make good on Donald Trump’s failed pledge to raise the economy’s growth rate.”

This has become a common refrain among defenders of the economic status quo: Yes, there are problems with how we do things now. And yes, substantial reforms are much needed. But let’s not abandon the model of limited government that has mostly served us well.

Before I go any further let me state unequivocally that I do not consider Steve Rattner or his fellow Wall Street executives as the enemy. These smart successful people need to be enlisted as allies. We need their considerable brain power if we are ever to make a dent in the large, systemic social problems that continue to plague our society.

But such people are presently hand-cuffed by a rather simplistic (and extremely self-centered) notion of what economic life can and should be. Too many of them cling to the idea that any sort of outside guidance or oversight or regulation is tantamount to “socialism.”


socialism as the ultimate straw man argument…


This is the new boogeyman, if you will. In the general parlance, “socialism” is an epithet that symbolizes an attack on the personal autonomy we hold so dear. But this facile formula exposes a basic flaw in our national philosophy. We can’t see how our insistence on “an absence of obstacles,” as the Federalist Papers puts it, removes all concern for the common good from our collective awareness.

If Mr. Rattner is able to freely acknowledge that substantial reforms are much needed, how would he like to kick off the discussion?

Yes, our limited government model has, indeed, mostly served us well. Yes, free enterprise has created a dynamic economic engine that has generated lots of opportunity, resulting in an unprecedented level of material prosperity for a broad swatch of the population. But at what point do we turn our attention to the even broader swatch of the population that hasn’t been able to jump on the gravy train?

When smart, successful people like Steven Rattner talk about the economy, too often they are describing an abstract concept where actual people are just statistics on a page.

Take for example how we are assured the economy is booming right now, because unemployment is at a fifty year low. But this encouraging sound bite ignores that when adjusted for inflation, average income has been stagnant over those same fifty years, despite dramatic gains in productivity. Where has all that gain gone, since none of it has found its way into the paychecks of average workers responsible for creating it?


an eloquent defense that ignore egregious excesses…


The fact is many of our large, systemic social problems are built into what has been allowed to function as predatory economic system people like Mr. Rattner so eloquently defend.

He and they don’t see things that way, of course, because their success elevates them above the fray. The current system has worked quite nicely for them, so they harbor a naïve belief it will eventually get around to helping all those remaining unfortunates. The problem is Steven Rattner and company cannot comprehend there might be an ideological alternative to dreaded notion of “socialism.”

This does not make successful defenders of the limited government model bad people. It just makes them intellectually and philosophically rather limited.

One might say there is absolutely nothing wrong how capitalism is currently practiced that a healthy dose of empathy wouldn’t cure. There is nothing wrong with how we ‘do’ capitalism that a little “love thy neighbor as thyself” wouldn’t fix.

So in the end, the entire thing hinges on our philosophical model. The modern age is responsible for many wonderful developments, but our dismissal of “morality” as an outdated social construct, a superstition indulged in by people who are not emotionally or intellectually capable of standing on their own two feet and thinking for themselves, is not one of them.


the strong seem to get more, while the weak ones fade…


Our large systemic social problems are caused by amoral economic behavior whereby the strong seem to get more, and the weak ones fade. While such amorality has been with us since the beginning of time, it received official sanction at the dawn of the modern era, when we emerged from the darkness of the medieval period.

Part of the Renaissance’s embrace of classical (pagan) antiquity was its ultimate rejection of Christianity (aka Catholicism), with its insistence on moral absolutes, in favor of the full emancipation of the individual in every field of human endeavor.

This emancipation required the rejection of authority, law, and tradition – all of which became suspect, since everything had been founded on the presumption of those pesky moral absolutes.

True, we have enacted new laws in place of the old ones, but our new laws are based on what we euphemistically refer to as the will of the people. This boils down to a simple application of the ancient adage that might makes right, because, as we all know, he who has the gold makes the rules.

Failing to grasp the full historical context is what traps our smart successful people in what is a philosophical dead end, from a social responsibility standpoint.

Just like Mr. Rattner and his fellow Wall Street executives, and most everyone I know or rub elbows with on a regular basis, I, too, am a fan of limited government, personal autonomy, and not being told what to do. I am an American by birth, and have proudly imbibed the national ethos of rugged individualism.


we are all prisoners of the age we live in…


But it is my Catholic intellectual heritage that finally liberated me from being a prisoner of this age.

Like all my contemporaries, I rejected that heritage at around age twenty in the name of “thinking for myself.” Unlike most of them, however, I decided to give it a second look, starting at around age forty.

I was surprised to discover embedded in this heritage an understanding of human dignity and human flourishing that is far more profound than anything the secular philosophers and opinion makers – all our modern heroes – have been able to cobble together on their own reconnaissance.

This is when I began to leave the gravitational pull of what might be called the gospel of prosperity, as promulgated at the time by Rush Limbaugh. Mr. Limbaugh didn’t invent anything new, of course, he just came along and gave voice to the libertarian obsession that started to flourish during the halcyon days of the Reagan administration.

(Mr. Reagan was an agreeable sort to be sure, and knew how to turn a phrase. But in many ways our collective awareness is still being hampered by the intellectually-stifling effects of one of his most famous aphorisms: Government is not the solution to the problem, government IS the problem.)

Getting back to Steven Rattner’s pithy editorial that finds so much wrong with the presidential bid of Elizabeth Warren, I agree with him to the extent that I wish government did not have to step in and attempt to right the ship.

I, too, wish government was not always put in the position of having to redress the many flagrant excesses of free enterprise, as practiced by flawed humans susceptible to the seven deadly sins. But, alas, that is not the world we live in.

I also agree that a certified Brainiac with a somewhat shrill speaking voice and jittery demeanor does not fit the profile of a proto-typical presidential candidate. We tend to favor the tall, dark, and handsome type, who presents well and has a reassuring air about them. But maybe the time has come to rethink our reliance on central casting to provide appropriate political leadership.

Under the circumstances, that someone like Elizabeth Warren has stepped away from academia to enter public life, contributing to the national discussion in the astute way that she has, is something we should all be grateful for.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
November 10, 2019

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Trading Places

Trading Places

November 4, 2019 (186 words) When I was younger and in my prime, encounters with older guys who were starting to go to seed and turn a bit feeble all went pretty much the same way. They didn’t warrant much attention from me one way or the other, beyond my registering how they seemed a beat slow. This never took the form of outright ridicule, mind you, and probably never advanced beyond a mild, silent disparagement on my part. Now that I am older and have started to lose my balance, mispronounce words, miss turns while driving, and have a hard time following conversations, I look upon the young men who cross my path and see them in a whole new light. I do not envy them their youth, though. I’m grateful to have had mine, and for the part it played in my development. But I’m just as glad to have moved on to a different stage of life. While my physical prowess may be at an all-time low, my ability to think and reason and see the big picture has never been better. I’ll take that trade any time. Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. November 4, 2019

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Parental Discretion

Parental Discretion

October 31, 2019 (133 words)

Being the parent of young adults in their twenties is matter of modulation. One has to learn when to speak up and offer advice, and when to keep quiet and allow your no-longer-young charges to figure things out on their own.

It’s not an easy balancing act. You want to help, and you can relate so well to what they are going through, since it feels like you just got done going through it yourself.

The paradox is they do want to hear from you – just not too much.

It’s natural to want to share the benefit of our hard-earned experience with the people we love the most. But every individual’s journey in this world is a little different. And our children deserve the privilege of making certain discoveries on their own.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
October 31, 2019

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A Music City Reunion

A Music City Reunion

October 15, 2019 (2,130 words) There were six of us little ones growing up, four boys and two girls. Our younger sister, MaryAnne, was the proverbial baby of the family, and over time she proved to be the glue that held the rest of us together. As one-by-one we moved out and embarked on the young adult portion of our lives, Mare was the sibling who managed keep in touch with everybody. There was no bad blood between any of us, per se, we were all just pre-occupied, I guess. Looking back, in our mixed-breed Irish-Italian brood it was the youngest child who became largely responsible for coordinating family gatherings and holiday get-togethers. So when she up and died of melanoma in August 1998, at the tender age of thirty-four, it left the other five of us at loose ends. With MaryAnne having moved on to bigger and better things, the last two decades here on earth have been pretty slim pickings, in the maintaining-sibling-connection department. Years have passed when the only thing we’ve exchanged is the odd birthday card. In fact the last time we were all together in one place was our parents’ respective funerals: Dad in December 2012 and Mom in August 2013. In recent years we have made a concerted effort to do better, but syncing up schedules continues to be a challenge. So we have settled for partial reunions whenever the opportunity presents itself, like the one a couple brothers and I managed last month, in Nashville.

a purely serendipitous destination…


The selection of this destination was purely serendipitous. It had been suggested to me by a complete stranger I bumped into at the Miami airport back in June, while making my way home from that special week spent in Guatemala with Cross Catholic Outreach. In one of those casual “where are you coming from – where are you going” exchanges, this personable young gent recommended Nashville as a lively place worth a visit. Once home I emailed the suggestion out to the troops, but only my Arizona brother and my Tampa brother could work such a trip in for this year. Then my Arizona brother, a bit of a musicologist, mentioned the city hosts something called the Americana Music Festival every September, and so the game was afoot. What a fun time it turned out to be. There were a few evening-long concerts featuring big-name acts (aka, “legends”) during the course of the week. But the real highlights were the many showcases offered at twenty different venues around town, all presenting original music from people you mostly never heard of (aka, “rising stars”).

finely crafted songs by largely anonymous artists…


What we in the audience were treated to were the best songs these anonymous artists have ever written. And let me tell you, they were all pretty darn good. Actually, they were all exceptional. There were lots of great melodies, great lyrics, and great vocals, with top-notch musicianship all around. Each act I heard during the course of my visit deserved to be on the radio. Each act deserved to be a household name. A situation that reminds me of an old song…

Nashville cats, play clean as country water Nashville cats, play wild as mountain dew Nashville cats, been playin’ since they’s babies Nashville cats, get work before they’re two…

John Sebastian 1971

You couldn’t possibly see and hear everything, since these different showcases were happening simultaneously, every afternoon and evening. Luckily, some performers did appear at different places on different days, which gave one a chance at a representative sampling. In addition to all these scheduled “showcase acts” playing their own stuff, every bar and restaurant had a stage, and you couldn’t walk down the street, let alone sit down for a meal, without encountering another incredible male or female voice, usually singing cover tunes. This little visit started off as a solo adventure. I flew in Wednesday afternoon, and the first showcase I attended that night, in an upstairs lounge at a nearby hotel, was phenomenal. The opening act blew me away, as did each following act. By the end of that first night I started to worry that maybe the rest of the week would be all downhill from there.

that concern proved to be unfounded…


But that initial concern proved to be completely unfounded. After a couple of days and nights happily operating under my own steam, going wherever the wind took me, my two brothers flew in on Friday, and arrived just in time for the evening showcase at City Winery. This is a beautiful, ten year-old venue that looks and feels brand new, done up in an urban rustic theme – high ceilings, exposed timber beams, etc. It’s got two performance spaces, along with a full kitchen and a wine list they are quite proud off. We were in the main space that night, a large room with tables for dining arranged perpendicular to the full-size, proscenium-arch stage, instead of the conventional parallel-to-the-stage rows of seating. The opening act was a long-time favorite, Shawn Colvin, who was in town to celebrate the 30th anniversary of her first recording, Steady On. She appeared at a few different spots during the week, but this night was given over to performing the entire record, start to finish – with only her own solo guitar-playing as accompaniment. Worth the trip, as they say. But there was still a lot of music ahead of us. A young Nashville-based singer by name of Sean McConnell followed Shawn, and he paid tribute to her influence. Lee Hinkle was next. He bills himself as a “modern day vagabond currently living on the road.” Which means, he explained, he lives out of his van. Lee was joined on stage for part of his set by a female singer whose name I did not get, and an old Nashville hand by the name of Buddy Miller.

Buddy and Shawn sing a lovely duet…


Then, and I don’t remember just how, Buddy Miller was alone on stage, and was eventually joined by a re-appearing Shawn Colvin. We learned during between-song banter that Buddy hired Shawn way back in 1980 to be a female singer and guitar player in his then New York City-based band. The affection that flowed between these two on stage was palpable. In fact, “affection flowing from the stage” was pretty much the dominant theme of the week. And no one exemplified this joy and affection more than the closing act on this Friday night at City Winery: Steve Poltz. Part troubadour, part comedian, part space cowboy, his was the single most enjoyable, laugh-out-loud show I have ever attended. Steve hoped around the stage tirelessly, freed, as he enthusiastically told us, by his recent purchase of a high quality head-mounted microphone. This guy was a complete gas. He had the entire audience guffawing throughout. Everybody around us was hurting from smiling so much and laughing so hard. If Steve Poltz ever comes anywhere near your town, by all means go out and see him perform.

a good time getting caught up with two brothers…


It was great to spend the weekend hanging out with my Arizona brother and my Tampa brother. We saw more good music together, and got caught up by lounging around after meals, and walking between certain venues instead of taking Uber. (Note to self: As much as I wanted to also spend time with my NJ [soon to be NC] brother and my Plymouth Meeting, PA sister, it turns out the smaller the group, the firmer the connection that can be made among the participants.) All three of us flew out Monday morning. The overall level of musical talent on display last month In Nashville during the Americana Music Festival is something I have never experienced before. And, as I’ve just mentioned, there was no discernable line of demarcation in talent level between the legends and the rising stars. The joy and affection all this talent expressed from these various stages puts one in mind of that famous aphorism, “do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” Certainly these performers all seemed to epitomize this philosophy. But how long can such a high last? After all, stage time represents only a small fraction of each day. We in the audience should enjoy and appreciate these enchanted moments for the gift they represent, rather than take them for granted as just another commodity to be consumed indiscriminately.

the legends and the rising stars…


In surveying the broad terrain that separates the legends from the rising stars, a few thoughts occur. What happens in the life of a legend when they can’t continue to crank out the hits year after year? Does that undermine the value of the undeniable gems they were able to produce, early in their careers? Does a legend ever resent the limelight and want to be left alone? Do they ever run out of steam along the way, and want to be regular people, if only for a little while? Probably far more commonplace is the fate of so many one-time legends that see their fame fade with time, forcing then back into near-anonymity. And what of today’s rising stars? What if they never break through, and tire of the grind of just getting by? If an artist, in this case a musical artist, never achieves broad appeal (aka, fame and fortune), does that in any way diminish the quality of their art? My own feeling is that having the music in you is something to be cherished, even if you only end up singing to yourself. Getting other people to listen is a bonus, not a pre-requisite. In fact, sometimes too much outside attention can actually be an impediment to authentic expression. But of course we all do have to make a living. And it seems there are multiple ways to earn a living in music, for those who retain a determination to do what they love, despite never breaking through on their own. One way is to write a song that a more popular artist can turn into a hit. This is what the now no-longer-young Steve Poltz (b. 1960) was able to achieve back in 1995, when the fetching young singer Jewel took his “You Were Meant For Me” to number two on the charts. Another way is securing steady work as a reliable recording session player. Or, if you don’t mind the road, steady work as a member of a tour band that backs a better-known act. Some can remain independent indefinitely, I suppose, carving out a living playing smaller rooms. And some may decide to teach.

all is not lost, regardless of your circumstance…


For the legends who must deal with the inevitable loss of name recognition, or the rising stars that may hit a wall in their ascent, take a job in the civilian world, and relegate their art to part-time status, all is not lost. Both can continue to experience the same level of engagement they once did, or they still aspire to, if and when they find a way to love what it is they have been given to do in their non-musical life. Which of course is exactly where the rest of us already find ourselves. If we – musicians and non-musicians, alike – can find a way to embrace our messy and mundane responsibilities, and execute them with attention and care, then we, too, are living the artist’s life. By which I mean what we do for a living, no matter how pedestrian it may seem to us or be judged by others, can be a form of art. And it’s not too far-flung to think that if we are able to approach our work in this manner, it can – and should – make that work not only art, but also a form of worship. Regarding the lack of broad artistic appeal, when we hear painters and such say they are creating for themselves, rather than for the general public, doesn’t that really mean their work is meant to express their unique humanity? And in so doing aren’t they essentially communicating with their creator? Isn’t that what all of us are doing all the time, whether we think of our daily activity in such terms, or not? As you might be able to tell, this was a very engaging and productive little trip, on many different levels. (Oh and by the way, did I mention some of the world’s friendliest bartenders, and bar patrons?) If the fates allow, I would certainly hope to find myself back in Nashville again, come next September. Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. October 15, 2019

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Helping or Hurting?

Helping or Hurting?

October 10, 2019 (1,986 words)

Our youngest has just started his freshman year of college, and while visiting him last weekend I attended Mass at St. Joseph the Worker Parish, in Williamsport, PA.

The celebrant was a visiting Augustinian from Villanova, who also happens to be a member of the group Priests for Life, the largest ministry in the Catholic Church focused on ending abortion.

Like other Augustinians from Villanova I’ve crossed paths with in recent years, this gentleman presented very well. He was old enough to be proficient, and still young enough to get his point across with verve.

He was comfortable speaking extemporaneously, so his homily was off the cuff. No doubt it was based on many such homilies given to other congregations hearing him for the first time.

As engaging as Father was, he did ramble a bit. Actually the homily seemed to go interminably, and lasted far longer than it really needed to. He circled back on occasion and repeated a few things, and not just for emphasis. But the message was sound, and there was hardly anything for me to take issue with.

But I did find a thing or two.

Father started by praising the wisdom of our country’s founders. He specifically referenced that famous phrase in the Declaration of Independence, about how “we have been endowed by our Creator with certain inalienable rights.” And then he invoked the familiar list of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Like many pro-lifers, Father cited that right to life in the context of the unborn. He then launched into an interesting riff about how we Americans have thoroughly misunderstood the notion of liberty, and how we have focused too exclusively on our own individual happiness.


Christianity stands in stark contrast to our national ethos…


At which point Father exclaimed: “That’s not Christianity.” He stressed how the Christian faith, in contrast to our national ethos of rugged individualism, is about community. It’s about coming together to care for others. He noted how the intimate connection between a mother and a father and a child mirrors the Holy Trinity.

While this is a beautiful analogy, Priests for Life may want to consider drilling down a bit deeper to better articulate the underlying problem here. Father’s riff got us to the doorstep, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to draw the obvious conclusion.

Yes, abortion is among the most common surgeries performed in America, and most people never see what it looks like.

The even bigger problem is that we are not a Christian nation. Nor were we founded as one, despite a few well-known and reassuring phrases thrown around by some of our founders. We are now being forced to deal with the fundamental discrepancies. We are learning first-hand just how difficult it is to reconcile a Christian worldview with a secular one.

So while I admire this Augustinian from Villanova who said Mass and gave a spirited (if overly long) homily last Sunday in Williamsport, PA, I don’t think he is operating at peak efficiency. In fact I think he is spinning his wheels, to a large extent.


pointing out flaws is a delicate matter…


Now I do realize how delicate a matter this is, pointing out the philosophical flaws in the Declaration, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Federalist Papers. One doesn’t want to shock the complacent Catholic troops into a high anxiety. And one also doesn’t want to jeopardize one’s tax-exempt status, or bring down the wrath of the state in a way that might impede the belief and practice of the faithful.

But legal abortion is, after all, a natural by-product of our Enlightenment founding, not a betrayal of a Christian one. While the formulations contained in the little pamphlet distributed at the end of Sunday’s Mass – “You Can Save Someone’s Life Today” – have merit, it wouldn’t hurt for the pro-life movement to clearly identify the elephant in the room.

I would suggest Catholics have been confused on this point for quite some time. Ever since James Cardinal Gibbons effused over what a great country this is, and how Catholics have nothing to fear from a pluralist democracy. That was back in the latter half of the 19th Century.

Then, in the early 20th century, this same prelate (he had a long run) assured America Catholics they had an obligation to fight in WW I, should President Wilson decide to take the United States into that war.

Pope Leo XIII tried to warn Gibbons off the first point, and Pope Benedict XV tried to warn him off the second.

As we confront the reality of legalized abortion – 60 million unborn dead in the last 45 years – and as we realize this is the bitter fruit of a pluralist democracy intent on the pursuit of each individual’s personal happiness, it’s fair to say Cardinal Gibbons, for all his many fine qualities and noteworthy accomplishments, grossly underestimated what Catholics have to fear from a pluralist democracy.

Okay, you might ask, what does this historical overview have to do with right now, with today?

While it’s certainly true, and it certainly needs to be said, I don’t know if it really helps to keep pounding away on the fact that abortion is murder, and it’s a child not a choice. I honestly think most people get that, even women who are having abortions.

It’s the zeitgeist that’s the problem. Pregnant women who want out are often victims of the pursuit of individual happiness as it relates to casual sex. Father mentioned “pornography” only at the tail end of his long homily, and said “that doesn’t pertain to the point I’m making here today.”


misled by sexual liberation, and trapped by economic circumstance…


Oh, but Father, it most certainly does. (In his defense, I think he realizes this, he just squandered his time and didn’t frame his argument as cogently as he could have.)

Pregnant women who want out are often trapped by economic circumstances. The pro-life movement, and Priests for Life, does not currently include “endemic economic injustice” as one of the factors in the abortion epidemic.

Just as finding fault with our country’s founding is a delicate and sensitive matter to take up, so too is finding fault with a commendable organization like Priests for Life, or with the pro-life movement as a whole.

But Catholics have to be careful not to veer off into a kind of sanctimoniousness when considering those who support abortion, or the women who actually procure abortions. And having done my share of sidewalk demonstrating, I’ve concluded it does no good for young, virile men to pray outside abortion clinics.

It’s just way too easy for that witness to be misinterpreted as men telling women what they should and should not do. Especially considering it was a man who created their predicament in the first place.

Along the same lines, pro-life organizations should be wary of how their political advocacy is too simple-minded at times, and amounts to de-facto support (or outright shilling) for the Republican Party.

During last Sunday’s homily Father told us, “I hate to say it, but it’s the truth”… and then rattled off a few unsavory facts. Including, “there are twenty people running for President – on the other side – who support abortion on demand.”

As if that’s all there is too it. As if Republicans are Catholics’ saving grace. As if Democrats are patrolling the streets, kidnapping pregnant women and delivering them to Planned Parenthood against their will.


being told one must vote for an utterly appalling candidate…


As a case in point, many Catholic women were appalled at the personal antics of the Republican presidential nominee in the 2016 general election, and did not appreciate being told they had to vote for him, because he was “the pro-life candidate.”

This reminds me how observant Catholics who see ending abortion as their top priority tend to wave off the Republican agenda on economics. They are under the impression it has nothing whatsoever to do with morality. These folks need to wise up on this score, and realize economics has EVERYTHING to do with morality.

And speaking of economics, there are cynics who point to earnest pro-life leaders such as Father Frank Pavone, the National Director of Priests for Life since 1993, as careerists who have found a niche.

I try to avoid cynicism, as it clouds the mind. But I will say this: on the cover of that pamphlet we were handed as we left Sunday’s Mass there is a faded picture of Father Pavone and Mother Teresa (who died in 1997). The caption reads: “Fr. Frank Pavone discusses pro-life strategy with Mother Teresa in Calcutta.”

Ah yes, pro-life strategy…

The hand-out lists many edifying, heartfelt activities: joining a prayer campaign, partnering with the “Silent No More” campaign, reading and studying to “deepen your understanding of the pro-life movement.” At the risk of sounding like one of those cynics, how many people actually do any of this high-minded stuff?

One doesn’t have to be hard-hearted to reflect on how these devout proscriptions amount to little more than preaching to the choir, with the ever-present fund-raising envelope attached to the back of the hand-out.

Allow me to suggest the following as a dynamic new pro-life strategy: What if Catholics put their weight behind seeing to it the new 2019 theatrical release Unplanned is carried on all the popular streaming services like Netflix, Amazon, Hulu, and the rest?

Such lobbying might look like a variation of “Dougherty’s Movie Boycott” of the 1930s. For those who may be unfamiliar, I offer the following synopsis, quoted from the Historical Research Center of the Philadelphia Archdiocese:

On May 23, 1934, Cardinal Dougherty called on all Catholics living in the Archdiocese of Philadelphia to boycott motion picture theaters. By so doing, Dougherty declared it sinful for any of the area’s 800,000 Catholics to enter a movie theater. In a letter to the priests of the Archdiocese, Dougherty called the motion picture theater “perhaps the greatest menace to faith and morals in America today.”

The effect of the boycott was immediate, with over 300,000 Catholics signing pledges to avoid the movies and ticket sales dropped around 20 percent. The decrease in revenue led to numerous theater owners and movie studious writing to Dougherty asking to end the boycott, however, he replied that he had “no intention to recede” from his stance.

Dougherty also received a wide range of letters from regular people from around the country. The response was largely supportive, with both Catholics and Protestants praising him for standing up to the immorality of Hollywood.

… While the boycott failed to have the staying power that Dougherty hoped for, it did have a large impact on the movie industry. In June 1934, the Motion Picture Association of America agreed to stronger self-censorship and created the Production Code Administration, headed by Catholic layman, Joseph Breen.

(Of course the mere mention of the word “censorship” sends chills down the spine of every red-blooded American today. But Mr. Breen’s efforts to rein in the movie industry’s most lascivious instincts helped shape what came to be known as The Golden Age of Hollywood. In appreciation, the moguls he ran herd over for two decades gave him an honorary Academy Award after his retirement in 1954.)

Could Catholics bring themselves to unite in a total boycott of their favorite streaming service, until that service agreed to offer the new theatrical release Unplanned?

While a prayer Novena is always good, hitting these politically-correct profit-seekers in their pocketbook would be even better.

As the pamphlet “You Can Save Someone’s Life Today” so eloquently states: “Although abortion is among the most common surgeries in America, most people never see what it looks like.”

Well then, let’s show them.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.
October 10, 2019

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Seeing the Forest

Seeing the Forest

October 3, 2019 (773 words) There’s nothing better than a good epiphany. And one of the best I’ve had in recent years occurred to me in December 2013. It came via the unexpected backlash to Evangelii Gaudium (“The Joy of the Gospel”), the apostolic exhortation that had just been issued by Pope Francis the previous month, from the conservative Catholic intelligentsia in this country. Their objections centered on a mere 9 paragraphs of insightful economic commentary, located early in a most comprehensive 288-paragraph papal document. And the noise they made represented an about-face on their part. When Francis was elevated to the papacy in March 2013, conservative opinion-makers were generally enamored of the humble Argentinian Archbishop who rode the bus with common folk in Buenos Aires, and lived in a modest apartment there. But once this seemingly gentle, easy-going old man – a Jesuit who graduated secondary school with a chemical technician’s diploma, and worked as a bouncer and janitor sweeping floors before entering the seminary – turned a wary eye on the unfettered capitalism practiced throughout the West, and perfected here in the States, the gloves came off. It was the journalist Kevin Williamson, then writing for National Review Online, who was single-handedly responsible for my special ah-ha moment. His scathing piece took Francis to task for resurrecting “ancient Catholic criticisms of market liberalism.”

having not the slightest clue…


I had absolutely no idea what Mr. Williamson was talking about. Up to that point I assumed liberalism was the work of liberals, and formed the opposite of what conservatives would do. But “market liberalism” – what on earth was that, and how long had the Church been critical of it? To learn more, I did what any red-blooded baby-boomer hopelessly lacking in tech savvy would do – I went on the internet and did a Google search, of course. One of the results that popped up came from the Encyclopedia Britannica Online, and featured a long essay on “classical liberalism.” It proved to be a veritable master class in the cultural anthropology of the last 500 years This DIY crash course has helped me see how classical liberalism has defined the modern era, in the sense that today’s liberals and conservatives are both, in their own way, exemplars of the broad ideology known as classical liberalism. That ideology is defined by its insistence on the emancipation of the individual in every field of human endeavor, from any and all authority, law, or tradition. Applying this knowledge to the everyday squabbles that characterize our public discourse has freed me from the liberal/conservative dialectic that traps most every prominent commentator – on both the left and right – that one can name. So to Kevin Williamson – wherever you are – I am forever in your debt, sir. By way of a thumbnail sketch, “classical liberalism” came to prominence some 500 years ago, and gradually replaced Christianity (aka, Catholicism) as the preferred operating system for Western society.

the reason everybody takes issue with the Catholic Church…


This is why both liberals and conservatives take issue with the Catholic Church. They do so for different reasons, of course, because they each practice their own unique version of classical liberalism. Observant Catholics who identify as conservative politically may be surprised to learn it was “conservatives” who were actually the original “classical liberals.” The full emancipation of the individual from authority, law, and tradition first expressed itself in the realm of economic behavior. These folks believed in the pursuit of their own material advancement, to the exclusion of any consideration for the common good. A few centuries into the program, when it came time for a hardy band of colonists to break away from Protestant England, our Enlightenment founders cleverly codified this preference as an individual “pursuit of happiness.” To sum up, then, what the journalist Kevin Williamson described as “market liberalism” in December 2013 is just the conservative version of “classical liberalism.” And yes, the Catholic Church has steadfastly maintained its criticism , regardless of the label being applied at any given point in time. And note “steadfastly” is the operative word in that last sentence. Pope Francis did not say anything new in his November 2013 exhortation, nor has he said anything new since. He is merely echoing the thought and teaching of his predecessors on this subject. Francis does, however, use language that makes it harder for the conservative Catholic intelligentsia to “spin” Church teaching on economic matters beyond all recognition. A project they have been artfully executing since at least the Reagan administration. Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr. October 3, 2019

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