Fr. Kenneth Allen

Grace has a difficult time breaking through illusion. Quantum Goodness; Human Flourishing. Iesus Christus in glória Dei Patris est +

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

Hope is a great falsifier; let the intelligence rectify her by seeing to it that the enjoyment is superior to the desire.

Balthasar Graçian - 1647
(Tr. Maurer 1992)

[The Culturist @the_culturist_]

Stunningly beautiful reflection on Frodo's failure to destroy the Ring:

"Frodo undertook his quest out of love – to save the world he knew from disaster at his own expense, if he could; and also in complete humility, acknowledging that he was wholly inadequate to the task. His real contract was only to do what he could, to try to find a way, and to go as far on the road as his strength of mind and body allowed. He did that. I do not myself see that the breaking of his mind and will under demonic pressure after torment was any more a moral failure than the breaking of his body would have been – say, by being strangled by Gollum, or crushed by a falling rock."

— Tolkien's Letter #246

[Old Sovereign Publishing @OldSovPub]

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[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

…and my counsel to thee is, to come and buy from me what thou need’st; gold, proved in the fire, to make thee rich, and white garments, to clothe thee, and cover up the nakedness which dishonours thee; rub salve, too, upon thy eyes, to restore them sight.

Rev 3:18

[InfantryDort @infantrydort]

June 6th, 1944.

The English Channel is angry and half the men in the landing craft are seasick. Diesel fumes mix with saltwater and vomit while rifles are checked for the fifth or sixth time by hands that need something to do. Nobody talks much anymore because the jokes have all been told and the bravado has finally burned away somewhere behind the English coast.

You are nineteen years old and carrying more weight than you’ve ever carried in your life. You don’t know it yet, but it’s the most weight you will EVER carry in this life. However long or short it may be.

Your rifle rests across your knees. Your life hangs from a few pounds of steel, wood, and training. Somewhere beyond the gray horizon sits a continent that has spent five years tearing itself apart, and in a few minutes you are going to step into the middle of it.

Across from you sits another kid. He can’t be much older than you. His jaw is clenched. His knuckles are white around his weapon. Neither of you says a word because there is nothing left to say.

Then your eyes drift toward his shoulder.

That red numeral catches your eye: “1”.

You’ve seen it a thousand times before. In barracks hallways, on training fields, in motor pools, and on long marches. It never meant much beyond belonging to the same outfit.

Now it means everything.

Because in a few minutes the world is going to ask something terrible of both of you, and there is comfort in knowing that whatever waits on that beach, neither of you will face it alone.

The historians will eventually reduce this day to arrows on maps and casualty figures. Politicians will give speeches. Journalists will write books. None of that exists inside the landing craft.

What exists is fear, and duty.

What exists is the understanding that courage was never the absence of fear. Courage was always charging into the maelstrom anyway.

The shoreline emerges through the smoke. You can see flashes now. You can hear the distant percussion of artillery. Men stop checking their equipment because there is no point anymore. Whatever mistakes were made are already made. Whatever prayers were going to be said have already been said.

The coxswain throttles down.

The boat grinds forward.

The ramp is about to drop.

Into the abyss.

Overlord.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

@StuffForSisters Radical traditionalists love their incense, you know.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

@bluecollerworks @WWLTV His tab showed he had 18 drinks - he was bombed.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

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[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

“Without courage, wisdom bears no fruit.”

Baltasar Gracián

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

How will the duck get down from the nest, one asks? The eagle appears to be asking that too. 🦅

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

A duck was raised by eagles after being brought to the wrong nest.

On February 12, 2025, a nest camera captured an eagle sitting on two eggs when her mate returned with a third mystery egg.

Nobody knew where it came from, and even the mother eagle seemed confused for a moment. But instead of pushing it away, she tucked it under her body and raised it with the others.

Then the first egg hatched. It wasn’t an https://t.co/qmzgXWpDBq was a duckling.

A week later, the two eagle chicks hatched beside it, and viewers thought the duckling wouldn’t last long in a nest full of predators. But the mother eagle never treated it like food. She treated it like hers.

Fifteen weeks later, the same camera showed all three still together, with the duck growing beside the eagle chicks like a sibling. Researchers were stunned when they noticed the mother bringing back fish and softer food, almost like she knew the duckling couldn’t eat the same meat as the others.

Now everyone watching is waiting for the next impossible moment. Soon the juvenile eagles will fly away but how will the duck get down from the nest?

[alex kershaw @kershaw_alex]

Goodbye to England. Many of the 73,000 US troops who will see action on D-Day, just 48 hours away, are now being ferried to troopships. Photo by the great Robert Capa. @WWIIMemorial

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

@BruvverEccles @Ken47188750 A republic is more biblical. I’m not in the Marxist “no kings” crowd, but there is one king whose name is stamped on the forehead of those who conquer. And a look at who God names is interesting.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

@SwipeWright Can’t wait.

[Under Secretary of State Sarah B. Rogers @UnderSecPD]

In 2021, Canadian media and institutions basically hallucinated the discovery of 215 children’s bodies in a mass grave near a former Catholic residential school. The evidence: radar saw soil disturbances that could have been tree roots. A wave of church arsons ensued.

People making the case for censorship often urge that destructive manias like this can be suppressed/soothed if we prevent people from communicating about them. And here was a perfect case: false information was being recklessly (or maliciously) amplified, leading to literal hate crimes. Shouldn’t the censors do something?

But the mass-grave craze infected the censorship class, so opposition got targeted instead. At least one “disinformation” NGO categorized skepticism as “hate speech,” and Canada even saw efforts to criminalize so-called “denialism” (drawing an absurd comparison to the Holocaust).

Good for the Globe and Mail to come clean.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

The Pope vs Silicon Valley - always a sober take via Cal Newport. https://t.co/XF7M7cAEEF

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

Blessed be the Holy Trinity and undivided Unity: we will give glory to Him, because He has shown His mercy to us.

Tob 12:6

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

The original video.

[Adam Bernstein @ABernNYC]

A massive fireball engulfs Launch Complex 36 at Cape Canaveral Space Force Station on Thursday, May 29, 2026, as Blue Origin's New Glenn rocket explodes during a planned static fire test.

[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

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[Fr. Kenneth Allen @PadreAllen]

🍿🍿🍿 I will be there!