Wednesday, May 27, 2026

Who is Captain Peabody?

 “Alright, men: let’s mooooooove out.”

These iconic words were spoken by Captain Bob “Captain Peabody” Peabody on June 4th, 1945 at 8:23 AM, just one week before the Battle of the Gory, Gut-Wrenching, Brain-Searing, Intestine-Spewing, Blood-Burning, Stomach-Churning Death. 

Photograph usually identified as Captain Peabody during his mission deep into enemy territory in 1945; may be misidentified (colorized)

These words were then spoken again on a number of other occasions, probably four or five times a day or however often his troops had to move out, until the fateful day when everyone in the battle died except for Captain Peabody, who survived.

One of the few surviving photos of Captain Peabody’s many inspirational talks at schools across the nation (1945-1955, colorized)

In the following years, following his Presumably Honorable Discharge from the United States or Possibly Claymatian Armed Forces, Captain Peabody embarked on a remarkable second career as an inspirational speaker, writer, life coach, and tax-deductible charity, giving thousands of talks to dozens of small children forced by their teachers to listen to him. 

Security camera footage alleged to show Captain Peabody’s final, presumably heroic moments (1955)


Sadly, this inspiring career and also life tragically ended in tragedy when, on April 14th, 1955 at 9 AM, a probably Communist-inspired suicide bombing at Elemen Tree’s School in Fort Pine, Indiana prematurely ended Captain Peabody’s talk, as well as killing him. Even in his last moments, however, we presume that Captain Peabody heroically saved a bunch of children, though not himself.

Ever since then, Captain Peabody’s legacy has endured to inspire generations of thrill-seekers, tomb-raiders, treasure-hunters, time-travelers, and probably also children. 

A screen capture from the 2003 MTV music video megahit showing the Captain-Peabody-esque body that sparked the craze

In the year 2003, a bloody corpse resembling Captain Peabody’s was featured prominently in the music video for Speak the Hungarian Rapper’s international dance-craze mega-hit “Stop the War,” inspiring a global revival of Captain-Peabody-Mania. 

Rare surviving Captain Peabody coffee mug (manufactured 2003)


During the week of March 12, 2003, Captain Peabody-branded coffee mugs briefly reached the #1 position for product sales by volume in the “branded coffee mug” category for all Wal-Mart Superstores in the Upper Midwestern United States and/or Claymatia.

Plans to produce a Captain-Peabody-themed Happy Meal for McDonalds, however, were ultimately shelved after the release of forged papers featuring spurious allegations of alleged mismanagement of purported military funds during Captain Peabody’s time in Laos in 1943. Though later vindicated by history itself, sales of Captain-Peabody-themed merchandise plummeted, leaving surviving items as rare, sought-after collector’s items. 

Photo posted by the Anti-Tin Man League’s Facebook page on January 3rd, 2003 at 2:23 AM CST, allegedly showing the purported Captain Peabody clone supposedly commanding paramilitary forces


Also in 2003, press reports suggested that a clone of Captain Peabody might be serving as a commander of the so-called Anti-Tin-Man League, a racist paramilitary organization engaging in guerrilla warfare in the jungles of Southern Claymatia. 

According to an unreleased script for an unpublished text-based adventure game ultimately rejected by Videlectrix Computer Gaming, Inc, this clone was created by Doctor Bob “Vladmir” Evil, PhD, the recipient of the 1998 Epstein Prize for Cloning and Cybernetic Excellence, as part of a proposed line of Peabody-inspired supersoldiers, which was sadly discontinued. All other information is apparently classified.

Rumors that the original Captain Peabody is in fact alive and/or has been cryogenically frozen in a block of ice and stored at an undisclosed government location are merely rumors, not facts. I certainly wouldn’t know anything about that.

I have no idea what’s going on in this picture or why it’s here


While Captain Peabody may be presumed dead, this blog is very much alive, reposting precious material from the scattered papers found in and/or in the vicinity of the presumed former location of Captain Peabody’s office and/or home and/or bar. 

As loyal adherents of the Captain Peabody Movement, it is our hope to encourage a revival in Captain Peabody studies and/or merchandising, and, ultimately, to produce an edited scholarly multi-volume series of his Collected Works along with various other branded products. 

Please join us! And stay tuned for further licensing opportunities!

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

The Apotheosis of Hidden Power

The Apotheosis of Hidden Power:

Kingdoms and Communities in Western Europe; Military, Inc; Absolute Destruction; Stalin as Warlord; Castleview

Why is the United States of America not governed by its military?

This question might appear surprising. Why should the United States of America be ruled by its military?

Yet if we think over the question in the light of history, things get rather murkier. And if we (as is often useful) rub out the lines of our familiarity with America, our unthinking assumptions about what America is and how it is governed, and merely treat it as a distant and foreign historical object, the reasons we might expect America to be a military state multiply rather quickly.

First, America has been since before its founding a remarkably militaristic society engaged in almost constant wars: beginning with the violence of settlement itself, the wars with France that defined the 18th century globally, extending into the Revolutionary War itself, leading into the numerous low-level "frontier wars" with American Indian tribes and tax rebellions and even more colonial conflicts with the British and French and Spanish, and climaxing in less than a century in the enormous, devastating mass-conscript campaigns of the American Civil War. The 20th century saw two back-to-back World Wars followed by the Korean and Vietnam Wars, the Gulf War, and ended with military interventions in Eastern Europe and Africa, while the 21st century so far has seen campaigns against Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, ISIS, Venezuela, and now Iran, as well as significant proxy wars in Syria and Ukraine. 

For much of that time, America has been governed to a significant degree by military officials and in service of military goals. During the Revolutionary War, George Washington was effectively the dictator of all that existed of the American state--the principal reason why his relinquishing of power after the war was seen as so remarkable not just in America but around the world. Under Lincoln, the United States was a thoroughly military government, though one led by a civilian; and while the Civil War was still within living memory, Woodrow Wilson plunged the country into World War 1, in the process again transforming America into a mass-conscription military regime led by a civilian that reached deep into the most remote parts of the country to find soldiers, train them, equip them, and ship them across the world. 

A mere twenty years after WW1, FDR and Truman again exercised nearly dictatorial powers to build perhaps the greatest military-logistical system in global history, one capable of conscripting men and constructing goods in unthinkable amounts and transporting them rapidly more or less anywhere in the world on extremely short timescales. Of course, the "military-industrial complex" that emerged from this conflict was not an army as anyone before WW2 would have recognized it, but an entire society in itself, a largely self-governing institution capable not just of fighting wars but of organizing and directing entire civilian societies in economic and cultural and scientific production, recruiting and training and incorporating into the populations of entire continents, manufacturing buildings, goods, and equipment in unimaginable quantities, and bringing all of the above to bear in overwhelming force at nearly every point from the Philippines to France to the islands of the Pacific and back again.

Nor did this society go away when WW2 concluded: even as the United States of America gave back most of the territory it had conquered, let go some of its former colonies, and demobilized most of its own population, the basic infrastructure of American global military government, including factories and corporations and stores of munition and recruitment and training centers and ships and planes and military bases scattered across the world and capable of striking more or less every point within it, has continued to the present day, sustained by the Cold War and periodically built back up through the 1950s and '60s for mass-conscription wars in Korea and Vietnam and the more or less continual arming and funding of anti-Communist states and terrorist organizations and militaries throughout the Third World.

We tend to forget, now, that a lot of the fears of the post-Soviet-Union era in America centered around the idea that the end of the Cold War would lead to massive drawbacks in American military spending and competence--drawbacks that would not only prove devastating to the large sectors of America directly or indirectly dependent on the military-industrial complex, but might also leave America vulnerable to new, unimaginable threats. 

Of course, that hidden malevolence soon took the rather strange form of the elegantly-turbaned head and performatively unkempt beard of the heir to a Saudi construction company and founder of a CIA front against the Soviet Union. The transformation of the hunt for Osama Bin Laden into a generalized "War on Terror" provided once again a proper enemy for the American military to build guns and tanks and bombs and develop new technologies and employ security corporations and train and arm and fund terrorist groups to defeat. 

Still, what is by far most striking about the entire era of the "War on Terror" in retrospect is the degree to which, in popular imagination, the "enemy" against whom soldiers and cops and spies and superheroes struggled continued to be entirely amorphous. 

The relatively straightforward Islamist ideology of Sunni mujahideen groups like Al-Quaeda--whose roots rather paradoxically lie both in the Deobandi Pakistani madrasas and in the rival Salafi ideology of the Saudi Arabian state, but more immediately in the American government's anxious interest in sponsoring and funding anti-nationalist and anti-Communist strains of Arab thought during a period when Soviet-inspired Arab Nationalism and Ba'athism were at their height and the Soviet Union was looking to assert itself as a sponsor to the Arab world--was never that I can tell portrayed or addressed in American popular media, or even in middle-brow intellectual discourse. 

The distinguishing claim of 'Islamism' as an ideology is simply that most existing secular and nationalistic Muslim governments are more or less illegitimate insofar as their laws are insufficiently based on Muslim Scripture and traditional Muslim jurisprudence. As it turns out, this belief is shared in some form or fashion by a huge number of Muslims around the world, and almost certainly by a sizeable majority of the citizens of most contemporary Muslim states--and is not easy to disentangle, as I have argued, from the more basic failures of the post-colonial state in general and Islamic Modernism in particular.

An America also facing a legitimacy crisis, with laws and methods and basic ways of life alike all challenged continually by both secular and religious critiques, might well have found in 'Islamism' a profound and perhaps transformative mirror and challenge; but, with a very few exceptions, did not. Instead, what America found in the 'War on Terror' was mostly just a faceless, nameless, utterly mysterious sense of threat--never better embodied than in the Joker as portrayed in Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight, a man from nowhere, with no face or name and no ideology, driven merely by a desire to 'watch the world burn.'

Of course, the truth is that one cannot understand an organization like Al Qaeda solely or primarily in terms of Islamist ideology any more than one can understand an organization like the United States military sole or primarily in terms of the doctrines of the Founding Fathers. Islamist terror organizations as we know them are more than anything else creatures of the modern, global military-industrial complex. They are hierarchical para-military organizations whose structure and activities are defined at every level by 1) easily-accessible and advanced weapons and explosives, 2) instant and untraceable communication technologies, 3) international financial institutions capable of transferring huge amounts of money instantly around the world, 4) the colonial and post-colonial adoption of modern Western military training methods and hierarchies, and 5) in most cases some form of direct assistance, training, or organization by Western intelligence or government agencies. 

In this way, too, the threat of Islamist terrorism might have been a profound challenge and mirror for America and the West: but also was not. For while American popular art again and again created narratives where the heroes and villains were similar sorts of militarized vigilantes, members of similar trans-national clandestine organizations, or in short more or less the same sort of people wearing similar clothes and wielding similar arms--they never that I can see ever seriously interrogated the reasons behind those similarities, or seriously questioned why one group of para-military vigilantes were the good guys and another the bad-guys.

All of this is not, of course, to deny that there are real and determining differences between Islamic and Christian societies, or even between Islamic and modern secular societies: and that these differences might have been the inspiration for a genuine popular war or even a religious or secular crusade against the Islamic world and/or Islamism. This, too, however, did not happen. 

In any case, the War on Terror ultimately wore itself out in the failure of America to successfully govern its new colonies of Afghanistan and Iraq, in the failure of the 'Arab Spring,' in the rise and fall of ISIS, and above all in the gradual, creeping realization, driven probably more than anything else by the disaster of the Syrian Civil War and resulting European migration crisis, that the simple narrative of the War on Terror might in fact be a mask for blundering interventions into an extremely complex and many-sided conflict among different Muslim groups, none of which were from an American perspective all that sympathetic--with the brutal secular-cum-military-cum-financial Sunni Muslim governments with which America has generally allied against Shi'ite Iran and various strains of Islamism being perhaps the least likeable faction of them all.

Still, as I write this in 2026, America is of course once again fighting a large-scale war in the Middle East--a war, however, that was launched on something approaching a whim, whose goals and justifications and proposed timelines have constantly changed and contradicted themselves, and where it is clear that not even the highest levels of American leadership, let alone elites or the populace at any large, has any clear idea of why the war is being fought or what for. 

The truth, then, is that for all the destruction and pageantry of the War on Terror, America has never in fact found a meaningful way to justify its conflicts with Muslim states and organizations--at least not one that has ever been acceptable to most of the population or even most elites.

All we have found, in fact, is a series of nameless, faceless, remote, alien enemies--enemies that are acceptable precisely because they are not opposed or understood in any consistent moral terms. And when one understands that, one begins to understand that the underlying reality here has nothing in fact to do with the Muslim world and its continuing and accelerating crisis of legitimacy and religious and political collapse, and everything to do with the American military.

To me, one of the most remarkable things about the United States of America as a society is how popular the American military has been and continues to be with the general public, and this despite the fact that, unlike during WW2 and its aftermath, very few Americans now live their lives in and around the institutions of the military or depend on the it for their livelihood. The total number of people to have ever served in the military at any time is now the lowest it has been since WW2 at around half of one percent--making this in almost an entirely different country from the mass-conscription regimes that defined 20th century American life.

Still, public approbation for the military has if anything only gotten stronger as people's direct attachment to the military has atrophied. As measured by Gallup, public confidence in the US military reached its absolute peak in 2003 and again in 2009 at 82%, and remained with one exception over 70% until 2020 before dipping again. In 2025, it held at 62%, a significant reduction that still leaves the United States military six times more popular than Congress (10%), more than twice as popular as the Office of President (30%) and the Supreme Court (27%), and easily crushing its more distant rivals organized religion (36%) and the police (45%). Indeed, polls show quite consistently that the US Military is the only governmental institution to be reliably trusted by a majority of the US population--a rather remarkable state of affairs.

If, as I argued recently in this space, the United States is in the middle of a basic crisis of legitimacy, then it must be the case that, as the only governmental institution to possess anything approaching public legitimacy, the American military is the governmental institution most capable of exercising public political power. Hence, we would expect prima facie and a priori for the US military to take on more and more public power, and for something resembling a publicly and officially military regime to emerge in America.

Of course, things are not quite that simple. For one thing, it is very likely that a huge portion of the American military's popularity comes from it being the only governmental institution to not yet be drawn into the hyper-partisan symbolic warfare that has come to constitute the bulk of popular and elite political life. The Supreme Court had majority confidence, roughly speaking, until after Bush vs Gore; and the downfall of Congressional legitimacy cannot be disentangled from the constant, bruising public partisan battles and government shutdowns now endemic to the system. The military suffered a precipitous drop in public confidence during the conflicts over the Iraq War (from 82% in 2003 to 69% in 2007), when support or opposition for the war and therefore "the troops" was to a significant degree made into a partisan political issue; and it is difficult to see how a military regime could avoid being drawn into some kind of similar partisanship trap.

Still, even at the height of the Iraq War, the military retained something like 70% public confidence; and if polls are to be believed, it has regained most or all of that public confidence over the last few decades. 

Moreover, it is insufficiently noted that one of the main legitimizing factors for military governments around the world has been precisely their nonpartisanship, their separation from ideological and elite conflicts in the broader society. Not only need military regimes not be partisan, they have in fact normatively posed themselves precisely as unification governments bringing peace to internal quarrels and establishing a new unifying sense of national purpose. And with the continual rise in America both of hyper-partisan polarization at every level of government, and popular hatred of that polarization and of inevitably partisan liberal-democratic politics more basically, we have yet another reason to see a military government as likely.

And, of course, regardless of its popularity or lack thereof, the American military remains an almost unimaginably powerful institution, retaining among other things a status as arguably the primary driver of scientific and technological development in the world, a very effective global transportation and communication infrastructure, a vast surveillance and intelligence apparatus, a powerful industrial base, and, of course, a vast military force and direct control over nuclear weapons capable of killing millions and ending the world. If the US military as a collective force wanted to rule America and the world, they certainly would--though for how long, and how successfully, is quite another matter.

All of the works reviewed below bear directly or indirectly on the theoretical question of the role of the military in American life, as well as the more practical question of whether or if or how the military might come to dominate America and the world. In the process, we will travel very far afield indeed, to Pakistan, Stalinist Russia, Medieval Europe, and Fairyland; the question of the future of America and the American military is not, however, far afield, but present and immediate for every person in the world today. I ask you to remember this in all of what follows.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Pope and Emperor in AD 2026

Life is full of strange coincidences. This morning I taught a history class on the conflict between Pope Gregory VII and Emperor Henry IV, including Henry's submission at Canossa and Gregory's ultimate defeat and death in exile. 

I was already aware that today is the feast day of my favorite Papal saint, Pope St. Martin I, who on June 17, 653 was arrested in Rome by agents of the (Christian) Byzantine Emperor Constans II, was imprisoned and publicly humiliated in Constantinople, and finally died in exile in the Crimea in 655. Precisely three weeks and one day prior to the present feast, I was able to visit for the second time his remains at the Church of Martino ai Monti in Rome and pray there.

And, of course, in 2024 I published a lengthy academic book on political theology and the theory and practice of conflicts between bishops and Emperors in the 4th century Roman Empire: this book covered (among many other things) the interrogation and exile of the very-unfairly-maligned Pope Liberius by the Roman Emperor Constantius II in 355 AD. 

Anyway, it was only after all this that I saw today's tweet (decree) from the (Christian global ruler) President of the United States on Pope Leo XIV--and found it, I confess, in demeanor, in content, and even in verbiage rather eerily familiar.

I have always felt that these historical people and incidents, and the political and theological theories and conflicts behind them, were of enormous continuing relevance in the 21st century: I did not, however, realize just how immediately relevant they were to become. 

If you want to understand what's going on in the world, perhaps it's time to do some reflection on the past?

Papa Liberie, ora pro nobis!

Papa Gregorie, ora pro nobis!

Papa Martine, ora pro nobis!


Some links:

Letters from Pope St. Martin I

Novena to Pope St. Martin I

The Lengthy Book in Question

Saturday, March 14, 2026

On Honor and Its Opposites

Honor is not the highest thing; it is not even really a complete thing in itself. Nevertheless, it is in the final balance necessary for the stable achievement of any degree of virtue or morality in life.

What We Want

Philosophically speaking, there is no question about what we want. What Aristotle knew is also what Augustine knew, what Aquinas knew, what even Descartes knew: that our very nature as rational embodied beings has inscribed in our flesh and in our hearts and every feature of our selves a desire that can be diverted and opposed, but never effaced. 

Put philosophically, our moment-by-moment existence as individuals is constituted by our rational and embodied receiving of and participation in being as form: therefore, we cannot help but want to completely fulfill that being by receiving and participating in form and being in their objective fullness. Put simply, as beings who know and enjoy, we cannot help wanting to know and enjoy everything.

More immediately, since our existence at every moment and in its totality is entirely defined by our reception of being as form, we cannot help wanting our reception of being to be true. Truth and intellect are properly the same relation. We exist by knowing the truth; and it is self-contradictory to want to know the truth and at the same time reject it. 

Hence, our nature contains within itself the constant, pressing imperative to know each thing it receives truly, objectively, according to what that thing is in itself and not merely as it appears to our senses or preferences or lesser desires, and to relate to it truly, which is to say to relate to it by the relation of truth, which is to say, to act in regards to it according to what it is and what it is for.

For both of these reasons, as Plato long ago pointed out, it is incomprehensible nonsense to say that it can ever be beneficial to us, can ever even be rationally thinkable and not a self-contradiction in terms, to deliberately believe what is false or do what is evil.

Yet as Plato knew also, there is another part of us that is not constituted simply and totally by intellect and truth--another part that has desires that are not solely objective workings-out of the desire to know and enjoy everything. For Plato, this other part of us--which we might call the body, though there are better names for it--was the problem, and the solution was to permanently shed it.

Aristotle, though, rejected this position, and proposed a middle course that also corresponds to more or less the common sense of the human race and the normative Christian position of the last two thousand years. This other part of us, Aristotle acknowledged, was not simply and totally constituted by the relation of truth in the same way as the intellect; it was, however, ordered to that relation, its nature constituted totally by a telos and receptivity towards receiving truth from the intellect and embodying that truth in objective and embodied and temporal actions. Or, put more simply, our human bodies are not intellects, but things that exist to be taught by the intellect the truth and to follow and live that truth out.

Hence, whatever the ultimate fate of the body or soul might be in the afterlife, the entire task of morality in this life is for the intellect to teach truth to the body in such a way and to such a degree that it comes to continually and stably share in and embody and carry out the relation of truth in respect to every thing it encounters.

Or, put more incisively, the whole goal of human morality is to establish a permanent and unbreakable bond between body and soul, such that every truth grasped by the intellect is infallibly lived out by the body. This stable bond Aristotle called a "habit" or "excellence," but it is better known today by the Latin term "virtue."

If all this is correct, then there is simply no question what you want, what I want, what you and I cannot help but wanting. We want to always and everywhere infallibly do what is objectively true and good, which is to say, what in fact corresponds to the natures and telos and happiness of every thing and every person we encounter.

Here, though, is the whole trouble: that if we want this, we do not always or even often know what we want. Different reasons for this gap have been given in human history. For Plato, the problem was merely ignorance; for Aristotle, it was habitual vice, a poor use of the body and the embodied mind; for many Christian philosophers, it was both of the above and also the perverse will of a prideful intellect seeking its own self and lesser finalities above the terrifying transcendence of a God who is both the proper end of the intellect and infinitely beyond its capacity to grasp or choose by its powers alone. 

All, though, would agree that virtue and truth and the good are the objective ends of our bodies and minds and whole selves, and that therefore we in some sense want them even when we oppose them, even when we in fact choose their opposites.

Interiority and Politics

This is what the Apostles called a hard saying; that is, a saying that does not appear at first glance to give much aid or comfort to our actual pitiful lives and selves. To tell a child who very much wants to hit his sister that he in fact wants to love her is, I think, true; but also not much of a comfort to the child's delicate feelings of offended dignity at not being allowed to do what he wants. 

We all are much more like that child than we would like to think; and much more of our emotional lives consist of delicate feelings of offended dignity over not being allowed to do and say the manifestly stupid and harmful things we happen to want in the moment. And it is in respect to this reality that it is often more truthful merely to say that the heart of man is desperately wicked above all things, who can fathom it--and then to punish the child and/or ourselves.

There is, however, a practicality in the belief that what we really want is always and everywhere the objective good--though it is rarely put in a practical form.

From this comes the basic conflict between modern and pre-modern accounts of desire. For the ancients and Medievals, desire was conceived of objectively, as beginning with the objective good eliciting desire in the subject, conforming that subject's appetite to itself, and terminating in the subject's enjoyment of the object by way of proper relation. For moderns since the 16th century, however, desire has been conceived as beginning with the subject, as an inchoate and irrational and limitless impulse outwards that only subjectively takes its objects as good and in so doing forces those objects to conform to itself, and hence which terminates in the violent subjection or subjugation of object to appetite.

Yet if one thinks of desire as essentially limitless and subjective, then one necessarily thinks of both morality and politics as primarily about reconciling the essentially opposed and limitless desires and (in the technical sense) interests of individual people and groups, and thus making it possible for people to live together in some form of society. And the only way to do this, for all the cleverness of Enlightenment thinkers, is via some form of discipline and extrinsic imposition of hostile ends onto the subjective desires of individual people. If this is true, then morality will be conceived of most essentially as a form of violence. And we can see this quite well in all contemporary approaches to law and morality. 

If it does nothing else, the belief in the objectivity of the good and of people's desire for it has a profound effect on the character and actions of the person tasked with training others to choose the good--placing love at the heart of punishment, and desire at the heart of education. If it is really true, as more or less every philosopher and Christian theologian from Aristotle until the Reformation thought it was, that the goal of governance and parenting and education alike is to create a permanent, habitual inner bond between truth and self and body and soul and cause people to reliably and freely choose the good, we would frame both laws and curricula rather differently than we presently do.

Of course, the belief that what people really and truly want is the good does not necessarily dictate a gentle or indulgent method of training or moral education--far from it! We tend as a matter of course to be much less indulgent and much more consistently demanding in seeking what we genuinely believe that we want than in what we think others want for us; and the same applies, mutatis mutandis, to helping other people seek what they want. The belief in a purely extrinsic imposition of the good tends to lead to an odd fluctuation between total indulgence and indeed indifference to conduct on the one hand, and extraordinarily coercive and violent attempts to punish and compel conduct on the other. The reason for this is simple: if people's character and choice only matter, not to themselves, but to society and/or the government and/or some private interest, then the reality is that the vast majority of people's conduct and moral character and virtue and vice simply does not matter. Where it does matter, though, the only method of proceeding is to use whatever means necessary to force them to do what those with power want or need them to do; and in this, their moral character and choices and even free will is mostly beside the point.

On the other hand, belief in the objectivity of the good and our own constitutional desire for it imposes on each person and on society collectivity an imperative that is constant and totalizing--but which is limited, not extrinsically, but intrinsically by the thing aimed at (the interior, stable, habitual choice of each individual person of the objective truth of their relations with all other persons and things) and the means necessary to achieve those ends (habit-forming interior human desire and action).

The implications of all this are limitless, moment by moment and day by day; and until one has actually tried to live out this way of doing and being, there is little that can be comprehensibly said to the outsider. 

I really do believe that if we could untangle all our manifold and petty and perverse desires and wishes and habits, it is true that we would ultimately discover that at the root of them all lies the infinite receptivity of the intellect for the fullness of truthful being and objective goodness. I have, to a reasonable extent, succeeded in untangling my own moment-by-moment desires and choices and emotions and discovering their ultimate roots in the objective good; and in discovering this, I have succeeded to a certain degree in altering those moment-by-moment desires and choices and emotions so as to better conform them with their ends. 

In doing this, though, I have also and inevitably come to notice the degree to which my moment-by-moment daily desires and wishes and enjoyments were and still to an extent are irrational and perverse and self-contradictory, not relative to some violently imposed external standard, but relative to their own aims and in themselves. And all of this is not easy.

Yet if one has never even attempted this struggle, has never even conceived of one's desires and choices in these terms however inchoately, I struggle to understand how one could be expected to understand the good--or, really, meaningfully desire or enjoy it. The whole task is in the doing.

Monday, March 2, 2026

Pope Francis' Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary

[Given the recent unjust war launched by the United States of America against the Islamic Republic of Iran, I thought it appropriate to repost this prayer and to ask my readers, if possible, to pray it daily as I have been doing. 

On March 25, 1984, John Paul II, in union with the world's bishops, solemnly consecrated the whole world to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. He did this in fulfillment of a request made in the private revelation of Our Lady of Fatima in Portugal in 1916 as part of the so-called "Second Secret," which called for a consecration of Russia to the Immaculate Heart as a precondition for the "Triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary" and peace in the world. This prayer was made in consultation with the surviving visionary Sister Lucia, who affirmed that it fulfilled the conditions called for by the Virgin Mary.

On March 25, 2022, Pope Francis in union with the world's bishops and faithful again solemnly consecrated the whole world and, for the first time, in a special way Russia and Ukraine to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. He did this in response to many requests from Ukrainian Catholics, as well as due to his own intense Marian piety.

The general message of the Fatima apparition was for personal repentance from sin as a precondition for peace. Its core is the frequent reception of the sacraments of Confession and the Eucharist.

Nevertheless, for about the last year I have been regularly praying and repraying Pope Francis' moving consecration prayer, a special appeal to the Immaculate Heart of Mary which speaks in a particular way of and to our times. I invite others to do the same. Papa Francisce, ora pro nobis!] 

O Mary, Mother of God and our Mother, in this time of trial we turn to you.  

As our Mother, you love us and know us: no concern of our hearts is hidden from you.  Mother of mercy, how often we have experienced your watchful care and your peaceful presence!  You never cease to guide us to Jesus, the Prince of Peace.

Yet we have strayed from that path of peace.  We have forgotten the lesson learned from the tragedies of the last century, the sacrifice of the millions who fell in two world wars.  We have disregarded the commitments we made as a community of nations.  We have betrayed peoples’ dreams of peace and the hopes of the young.  

We grew sick with greed, we thought only of our own nations and their interests, we grew indifferent and caught up in our selfish needs and concerns.  We chose to ignore God, to be satisfied with our illusions, to grow arrogant and aggressive, to suppress innocent lives and to stockpile weapons.  

We stopped being our neighbour’s keepers and stewards of our common home.  We have ravaged the garden of the earth with war and by our sins we have broken the heart of our heavenly Father, who desires us to be brothers and sisters.  

We grew indifferent to everyone and everything except ourselves.  Now with shame we cry out: Forgive us, Lord!

Holy Mother, amid the misery of our sinfulness, amid our struggles and weaknesses, amid the mystery of iniquity that is evil and war, you remind us that God never abandons us, but continues to look upon us with love, ever ready to forgive us and raise us up to new life.  

He has given you to us and made your Immaculate Heart a refuge for the Church and for all humanity.  By God’s gracious will, you are ever with us; even in the most troubled moments of our history, you are there to guide us with tender love.

We now turn to you and knock at the door of your heart.  We are your beloved children.  In every age you make yourself known to us, calling us to conversion.  At this dark hour, help us and grant us your comfort.  Say to us once more: “Am I not here, I who am your Mother?”  

You are able to untie the knots of our hearts and of our times.  In you we place our trust.  We are confident that, especially in moments of trial, you will not be deaf to our supplication and will come to our aid.

That is what you did at Cana in Galilee, when you interceded with Jesus and he worked the first of his signs.  To preserve the joy of the wedding feast, you said to him: “They have no wine” (Jn 2:3).  

Now, O Mother, repeat those words and that prayer, for in our own day we have run out of the wine of hope, joy has fled, fraternity has faded.  We have forgotten our humanity and squandered the gift of peace.  We opened our hearts to violence and destructiveness.  How greatly we need your maternal help!

Therefore, O Mother, hear our prayer.

Star of the Sea, do not let us be shipwrecked in the tempest of war.

Ark of the New Covenant, inspire projects and paths of reconciliation.

Queen of Heaven, restore God’s peace to the world.

Eliminate hatred and the thirst for revenge, and teach us forgiveness.

Free us from war, protect our world from the menace of nuclear weapons.

Queen of the Rosary, make us realize our need to pray and to love.

Queen of the Human Family, show people the path of fraternity.

Queen of Peace, obtain peace for our world.

O Mother, may your sorrowful plea stir our hardened hearts.  May the tears you shed for us make this valley parched by our hatred blossom anew.  Amid the thunder of weapons, may your prayer turn our thoughts to peace.  

May your maternal touch soothe those who suffer and flee from the rain of bombs.  May your motherly embrace comfort those forced to leave their homes and their native land.  May your Sorrowful Heart move us to compassion and inspire us to open our doors and to care for our brothers and sisters who are injured and cast aside.

Holy Mother of God, as you stood beneath the cross, Jesus, seeing the disciple at your side, said: “Behold your son” (Jn 19:26).  In this way he entrusted each of us to you. To the disciple, and to each of us, he said: “Behold, your Mother” (v. 27).  

Mother Mary, we now desire to welcome you into our lives and our history.  At this hour, a weary and distraught humanity stands with you beneath the cross, needing to entrust itself to you and, through you, to consecrate itself to Christ.  

The people of Ukraine and Russia, who venerate you with great love, now turn to you, even as your heart beats with compassion for them and for all those peoples decimated by war, hunger, injustice and poverty.

Therefore, Mother of God and our Mother, to your Immaculate Heart we solemnly entrust and consecrate ourselves, the Church and all humanity, especially Russia and Ukraine [and the United States of America and Iran and Israel and Palestine and Sudan and...].  

Accept this act that we carry out with confidence and love.  Grant that war may end and peace spread throughout the world.  The “Fiat” that arose from your heart opened the doors of history to the Prince of Peace.  We trust that, through your heart, peace will dawn once more.  

To you we consecrate the future of the whole human family, the needs and expectations of every people, the anxieties and hopes of the world.

Through your intercession, may God’s mercy be poured out on the earth and the gentle rhythm of peace return to mark our days.  Our Lady of the “Fiat”, on whom the Holy Spirit descended, restore among us the harmony that comes from God.  

May you, our “living fountain of hope”, water the dryness of our hearts.  In your womb Jesus took flesh; help us to foster the growth of communion.  You once trod the streets of our world; lead us now on the paths of peace.  

Amen.

Saturday, February 28, 2026

Chesterton as War Propagandist: Or, Against the Ignorant, Mendacious, Calumniating Anti-Chestertonians

Chesterton as War Propagandist: Or, Against the Ignorant, Mendacious, Calumniating Anti-Chestertonians

As people who know me in real life can attest, I have for the past fifteen years or so regularly joked that--despite being (by this point) nominally an academic expert with a PhD and a book from Oxford University Press on 4th century political theology--the area which I am actually most qualified to write on is Star Trek. However, in the dry, sober, unhumorous light of day, the single topic I am probably actually most fully qualified to write on is the life and thought of G.K. Chesterton.

Regular readers of this """weblog""" will note that pretty much every essay I have written for The Adventures of Captain Peabody since its inception has included at least a few credited or uncredited paraphrases of Chesterton. These citations, though, drastically underrate the degree to which I have stolen from Chesterton over the years. 

The truth is, there is more or less no thought I have had on any topic since the age of twelve that has not derived to at least some degree from a thought by Chesterton. This is not an exaggeration. Since the age of twelve, I have self-consciously and deliberately done everything in my power to adopt and assimilate Chesterton's approach to the world as my own. The basic structures of my reasoning on history, art, literature, poetry, psychology, anthropology, humor, enjoyment, and theology all derive to greater or lesser degrees from his own: as does by extension every thought or creative product deriving from those structures. In the scale of my various identities, "Chestertonian" comes just behind "Catholic Christian" and very far ahead of "American."

Grotesque, Egotistical Presentation of Credentials

Beyond that, though, I have in fact read a shockingly large proportion of Chesterton's shockingly large corpus: and what is more (believe it or not!) remembered most of it. That, though, gives a perhaps unhelpful impression of my engagement with Chesterton, which has not been academic and systematic but constant and totalizing. Put simply, "reading Chesterton" is something I do every day, multiple times a day, on top of and alongside anything else I happen to be reading or doing. The vast majority of the works by Chesterton I have read I have read not once, but somewhere between a dozen and a hundred times.

Or, as Chesterton's close personal friend Hilaire Belloc put it:

I like to read myself to sleep in Bed,
A thing that every honest man has done
At one time or another, it is said,
But not as something in the usual run;
Now *I* from ten years old to forty one
Have never missed a night: and what I need
To buck me up is Gilbert Chesterton,
(The only man I regularly read).

The Illustrated London News is wed
To letter press as stodgy as a bun,
The Daily News might just as well be dead,
The 'Idler' has a tawdry kind of fun,
The 'Speaker' is a sort of Sally Lunn,
The 'World' is like a small unpleasant weed;
*I take them all because of Chesterton*,
(The only man I regularly read).

The memories of the Duke of Beachy Head,
The memoirs of Lord Hildebrand (his son)
Are things I could have written on my head,
So are the memories of the Comte de Mun,}
And as for novels written by the ton,
I'd burn the bloody lot! I know the Breed!
And get me back to be with Chesterton
(The only man I regularly read).

ENVOI

Prince, have you read a book called 'Thoughts upon
The Ethos of the Athanasian Creed'?
No matter--it is not by Chesterton
(The only man I regularly read).

I have naturally read many times all of his so-called "major works" of Christian apologetics and philosophy: namely, Heretics, Orthodoxy, and The Everlasting Man. I have also, however, read and re-read his less well-known works on Christian topics, namely The Thing, The Catholic Church and Conversion, The Well and the ShallowsSt. Francis of Assisi, and St. Thomas Aquinas. I have read and reread many times all of Chesterton's six novels (The Napoleon of Notting Hill, The Man Who Was Thursday, The Ball and the Cross, Manalive, The Flying Inn, and The Return of Don Quixote), as well as more or less all of his short stories (including not only all 53 Father Brown mysteries, but also the one-off collections The Club of Queer Trades, Four Faultless Felons, The Man Who Knew Too MuchTales of the Long Bow, The Poet and the Lunatics, The Paradoxes of Mr. Pond, and the early unpublished writings collected in The Coloured Lands and elsewhere). I have read nearly all of his poems that have been collected (some thousands), and memorized more than a dozen of them, including his famous epic poems Lepanto, The Ballad of St. Barbara, and the book-length Ballad of the White Horse. I have read all those books covering his frequent travels and impressions taken from them: What I Saw in America, Irish ImpressionsThe New Jerusalem, Sidelights on New York and Newer London, Christendom in Dublin, and The Resurrection of Rome. I have not read all, but at least a reasonable proportion of his works of literary criticism, including his Twelve Types, The Victorian Age in LiteratureCharles Dickens, Robert Browning, George Bernard ShawAppreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens, Robert Louis Stevenson, and his Chaucer. I have read most of his works of political and economic theory and polemic, including Utopia of Usurers, Eugenics and Other Evils, William CobbettWhat's Wrong with the World, and The Outline of Sanity. I have read his one and only Short History of England. I have read all three plays he wrote in his lifetime, namely, Magic, The Judgement of Dr. Johnson, and The Surprise, as well as the mummer's play The Turkey and the Turk. I have also, relevantly to this essay, read most of his works of anti-German war propaganda, including The Barbarism of BerlinLord Kitchener, The Crimes of England, and the posthumous collection of his anti-Nazi columns and essays The End of the Armistice

(I left out a few books here because I missed them in the Wikipedia list of Chesterton works I found and/or wasn't 100% sure I had read them even though I likely did.)

While I have not read all his collections of essays, I have read at least a reasonable proportion of the weekly or more than weekly columns he wrote for most of his life and from which these essay collections were drawn. In particular, I have read and reread all of the weekly columns, reviews, and letters he wrote for the Daily News from 1901 to 1913. It is literally true that I do not know how many of the weekly columns he wrote for the Illustrated London News from 1905 to 1936 I have read--as I used to simply read through volumes of them ad libitum without taking any particular notice of what the year was or which I had read before--but I believe upon sober reflection that I have read certainly the majority of them (including definitely all between 1914 and 1919 and all from 1930-1936, of which I made particular note), and consider it likely that I have in fact read something approaching all of them. I have also read everything he wrote (including both weekly columns and occasional anonymous leaders, easily distinguishable by his distinctive voice) for his brother's newspaper The New Witness from 1919 to 1922 (the only years, alas, currently available online); and am at the present slowly reading through everything he wrote for his own newspaper G.K.'s Weekly in the available online archives: so far, I have only made it from Sept. 1925 to February 1926, but am making steady progress. This remains, for me, the true "frontier" of Chesterton reading, which will hopefully last me until death.

Oh yes, and I have also naturally read a decent amount of scholarship and writing on Chesterton: including most notably Chesterton's own Autobiography, and Ian Kerr's voluminous and magisterial G.K. Chesterton: A Biography, my copy of which is in tatters from reading it in the shower too much. I have also read many times the initial biography written by Maisie Ward, a personal friend of Chesterton: as well as owning and frequently rereading the rare and hard-to-find supplement Return to Chesterton, a delightful and profound book consisting of dozens of largely unedited accounts and anecdotes of Chesterton by personal friends and people he took under his wing as children and adolescents.

All this might well make me seem like a rather crazed monomaniac, the proverbial "man of one book" spoken of by Aquinas. I can assure my readers that this is not the case: as, for instance, the many books on diverse topics reviewed in this space might indicate. Besides getting a PhD in Classics and writing a book on 4th century political theology, I flatter myself in thinking that I read rather widely. In the past few months, for instance, I have read an academic book on Ottoman political theory, another on modern Islamic movements to revive the Caliphate, another on Medieval European social organization, and another on the internal economy of the contemporary Pakistani military, in addition to a few works of fiction. Still, all the while, I have been also and on the side reading and rereading G.K. Chesterton.

It is, in fact, Chesterton who led me to become such a generalist, and my general reading that leads me back to Chesterton. He himself read and wrote rather widely on very different topics all throughout his life: and a close personal friend compared him to a house with large windows opening in every direction. I have, to a much smaller extent, aspired to be the same.

For the purposes of this essay, however, I should point out that my knowledge of Chesterton extends not merely to his text, but to his context. I would venture to say that I have a fairly decent working knowledge of all of the major authors and politicians, intellectual and religious and political movements, major world events, and journalistic fads of Chesterton's lifetime. A decent amount of that knowledge, it is true, comes via absorbing and researching the references to these events and fads and figures found in Chesterton's voluminous writings--while some more comes from reading a decent proportion of the non-Chesterton writings and reviews and columns and leaders of the weekly popular newspapers Chesterton wrote for. But I have also directly read a decent number of other contemporary authors and/or scholarly works on the period. 

Hence, while I would never profess to be a scholarly expert on the Victorian Era or the early 20th century or WW1 or the '20s or the '30s, I can speak with reasonable facility on and around, for instance, the Eugenics movement in Germany, England, and America, the Celtic Revival, the Decadents, the WW1 German military, the lead-up and results of the Russian Revolution, the introduction of Russian literature into England, the birth and early development of the English Air Force, the rise of Imperialist Jingoism and Mafficking in England, the Darwinian debates over evolution, Teutonist racialism in England and Germany, the Victorian debates over Birth Control, the Great Strikes of the 1900s, Orientalism as a cultural movement, the French syndicalist movement and its American and British offshoots, the place of Jews in England and France in the 19th and 20th centuries, Anarchist dynamite attacks and assassinations, the economic downturn in England, France, and Germany after WW1, the birth of modern policing, the origins of science fiction, the rise of Fascism in the 1920s and '30s, detective fiction in Britain and America, the Conservative Revolution in Germany, and so on and so forth. More than this, I am intimately familiar with the language and cast of mind of people in these times and places and could give, I fancy, a pretty decent approximation of how different groups wrote and thought. I have also read or read about a great number of the authors and topics from earlier history written about by Chesterton, including such diverse figures as William Cobbett, William Shakespeare, Homer, and Euripides.

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Poem: Lourdes

[Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Lourdes, which commemorate the anniversary of the first apparition to St. Bernadette Soubirous on February 11th, 1858. I visited Lourdes in 2017, drank the water, and bathed in the spring, and there received what I regard as both a true revelation and a miraculous healing. I wrote this poem a number of years later in recognition of this event.]

Lourdes

My Lady

who dwell in the mountains

abandon me not

forget me not

in silence

hold me


Lady of the stillness

of those overshadowed valleys

and of the spring

that bubbles up

from the depths of our despair

dark and clouded

by our filth

colder

than our loneliness


Lady of the darkness

that holds our eyes

in the night

in the grotto

under the shadow 

of your crossed arms


and Lady of the lights

the tongues of flame

melting wax

that spills upon our hands

searing

as we stumble

in your footsteps


Lady of gleaming white

reflected light

amidst the darkness


Lady of the song

we sing to you

sinners, fools,

sick and old

dispossessed, abandoned

in masses driven

calling upon you


Lady of the stench

and all the ugliness

of our decaying bodies

and souls


Lady of the shit-pile

where your daughter lived


Lady of the great grey expanse of space

beneath the ground

where we shelter

huddled together

so many

from the clamor

and the light

and the fire

that devour us


Lady of the shadows

on the concrete walls


Lady of the cinder-blocks

and the steel


Lady of this age

Queen of this great City

of blood and iron


Lady of the masses

teeming

starving

herded

driven

anonymous

to labor

and extermination


Lady of the broken selves

cast into the trash can


Lady of all those 

whom unclean iron

has pierced


Lady of all those

whom radiant idols

have chilled


Lady of all those

whose inner chamber is empty


Lady of all those

whose door is sealed shut

or broken open


Lady of all those

whom this world has defeated


Lady of all those

the righteous have despaired over

let fall

dropped out of the picture

hidden in the calculation

whose evil

the good have tolerated

whose eternal loss

the wise and just

have accepted


Lady who pass beyond

the limits of our patience

and our love


Lady of our healing


Lady of our death


Lady of Lourdes

I call upon you

over all your names

your shrines upon the earth


because I called upon you

in the night

and in the night

you heard and answered

and because I fell back

naked

into your icy waters

and you caught me


Lady of Lourdes

Queen of this age

and of me


I praise you


Amen