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November 30, 2010: Scotland’s Patron Saint’s Day (and my son’s) is the Feast of St. Andrew, Founder of the Church in Byzantium, Martyred in Patras, a true fisher of men….

Readers of this blog will know that my son is named Charles Edward Andrew Lincoln, IV, born on August 23 at St. Mary’s Hospital in West Palm Beach, Florida, while the headwinds of Hurricane Andrew were blowing into South Florida.  Luckily for us, up at 223 Atlantic in Palm Beach, Hurricane Andrew was just a severe wind and thunderstorm, hardly noticeable.  But I noticed that all the windows of St. Mary’s Hospital were carefully duck-taped with the Cross of St. Andrew.  As of November 30, Charlie this afternoon observed that the decade that is about to end on December 31, 2010, is his first full calendrical “decade” of life—a strange and interesting and somewhat eerie thought, because my first full calendrical “decade” was January 1, 1961-December 31, 1970….

I have always loved the Cross of St. Andrew, for memories of the beautiful and romantic poetry, history and culture of Scotland (Robert the Bruce, William Wallace, MacBeth, Mary Queen of Scots, James I & VII, Robbie Burns, Sir Walter Scott), and of lost causes—from Bonnie Prince Charlie (for whom Drambuie Liquor was invented during the ’45, which might have driven the Hanoverians out of England, had the man who might have been Charles Edward Stuart III of England not turned back, inexplicably, after reaching Derby in England) to South Carolina and Secession and the Bonnie Blue Flag that Bears a Single Star,  for the Confederate Flags which emblazoned thirteen stars onto that Cross, thus incorporating it in a manner much more elaborate than did the flags of the Southern States of Alabama and, NOT coincidentally, Florida.  Together with last Sunday (November 28) the first Sunday in Advent, today is more or less where the Church Year begins, at least insofar as the Calendar of Saints is Concerned.

To say that the Cross of Saint Andrews for me, as for Millions of Americans and Christians (and many non-Christian or even syncretic pagans who worship the progression of the seasons and honor the division of the world into four quarters) throughout the world, mixes memory and desire like few other symbols is a major understatement.  But rather than try to write anything new about St. Andrew’s Day myself, I just want to quote from an article, almost ten years old, on Lew Rockwell.Com (

St. Andrew’s Cross

by David Dieteman

Joseph Stromberg rightly points out that the media prefers to refer to the St. Andrew’s Cross on the Confederate battle flag as a letter X.

Of course, it is not a letter X. It is a cross — in particular, the St. Andrew’s Cross. In vexillology (the study of flags), the technical term for such a cross is a saltire.  Webster’s Third New International Dictionary (I don’t have the OED on hand; sorry) defines a saltire as: noun, singular:

  1. heraldry: an ordinary consisting of a cross formed by a bend dexter and a bend sinister crossing in the center of the field.
  2. an X-shaped cross: esp. Saint Andrew’s Cross.

The term derives from the Middle English and Middle French words for an X-shaped animal barricade that people could jump over. Presumably, the animals could jump over the middle of the X as well, but it never occurred to them to do so.   Webster’s, by the way, provides an additional definition of a saltire: adj.: shaped like an X.

So perhaps there is nothing sinister going on in the mantra that the Confederate flag is an “X,” but given that the mere reference to “an X” is an incomplete history of flags featuring the St. Andrew’s Cross, and given the larger cultural climate of hatred of all things Christian, I smell a rat.

This is of particular concern to me, as I am a Roman Catholic and a parishioner at, well, wouldn’t you know it — St. Andrew’s.

In the church, there is a statue of St. Andrew himself, holding a big X in his hands. Why? He lived far too long ago to have been a Spike Lee fan or a follower of Malcolm X.  The reason he is holding the X is that it is not an X — it is a cross. Saint Andrew, you see, was crucified on an X-shaped cross.

The St. Andrew’s Cross is not unique to the Confederate battle flag. The reason that the CSA put the St. Andrew’s Cross on its flag is the Scottish heritage of the South.

The Scottish national flag (left), you see, is the St. Andrew’s Cross in white on a field of blue.

(This is to be distinguished from the Scottish government flag (right), the flag of the Scottish monarchy, which features a red lion on a field of yellow.)

A similar situation to the Scottish situation is found in many nations, such as Germany, whose government flag has an eagle in the center of the red, black and gold banner, as does Austria (similar eagle issues).

Joseph Stromberg has brought to my attention the fact that, where the St. Andrew’s Cross is concerned, in South Africa, the Transvaal (South African Republic, or ZAR) flag from 1874-75 (left), known as the Burger flag, descended from the Voortrekker flag of 1836-40 (right).   For those who do not read Afrikaans, Stromberg has provided a translation: “This [Burger flag] is a revised form of the Voortrekker flag. T. F. Burgers, as President of the South African Republic, tried to replace the Transvaal Vierkleur with this flag. From 1875, however, the Vierkleur was the official flag of the ZAR. The Burger flag was however sometimes hoisted next to the Vierkleur in Burgers’s time, and was usually known as the President’s flag.”  (Much like those pesky Mississippians, the South Africans did not want a replacement flag.)

But back to St. Andrew and his cross.

Saint Andrew is also the patron saint of Russia. Unsurprisingly, then, the ensign of the Russian Imperial Navy which flew during the reign of the Czars (left), as well as the Russian Imperial Navy Jack (at right) both feature the St. Andrew’s Cross.

And let’s not forget the flags of Alabama (left) and Florida. (right).

A variant also appears on the Spanish Cross (the Cross of Burgundy, flown from 1516 to 1556 by Charles I of Spain), (below) although I am not sure of any connection. However, since this flag was flown by Cortez in his conquest of Mexico, it is perhaps on the endangered banners list as well.

Given the recent media hysteria over Johnny Hart’s “B.C.” cartoon, and the general media ridicule of all things Christian, is it any wonder that the Confederate battle flag is hated?

The Confederate battle flag (left), by the way, is square.

The navy jack (or ensign, which was carried by some ground troups, as noted by (right) is a rectangle.

The Left certainly hates the Confederate flag because it is “the flag of a stateless nation” that, despite its military surrender, has never surrendered its spirit.

Perhaps the Left also despises the St. Andrew’s Cross because of Andrew’s very name — it means “manly” in Greek. Post-modern, relativist western civilization simply cannot abide the concept of manliness.

April 21, 2001

Mr. Dieteman is an attorney in Erie, Pennsylvania, and a PhD candidate in philosophy at The Catholic University of America.


There is no remedy for the foreclosure and eviction crisis except repeal of the underlying laws which permitted it, in fact, which COMMAND the Courts to proceed as they do.   Most judges, especially in California, are not so much corrupt as they are bound to blindly follow and carry out the letter of truly corrupt law.   They act like automatons, and it may seem that they have neither heart nor soul, but if the job of California judges is to follow the law—then please take note everybody: the law directs that YOU (THE HOMEOWNER) MUST LOSE!   You must be evicted and made homeless.  THAT is the law.

Too many well-meaning and well-intentioned people are floundering around trying to find trivial remedies “at the margins” when the only real cure is to recognize that the SYSTEM ITSELF IS UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY ROTTEN and to remove the root causes of it.  Change is not easy—it was a campaign slogan two years ago, and look where it has gotten us?

If it is not perfectly obvious by now, it needs to be said: Candidate Barack Obama’s promises of reform and “change” were illusory.  President Barack Obama, endorsed earlier today by his predecessor George W. Bush as more impressive than John McCain, is the most stalwart “status quo” President in recent history.  Obama has no policies to speak at all of except those which were exacerbations of policies initiated either by George W. Bush or, in a few cases, tracing their ancestry back to the Presidency of Bill Clinton and Newt Gingerich’s “Contract on America.”  In short, Obama, as I have written before on these pages, appears to have been hand-selected by George W. Bush as the man most readily able to continue Bush’s disastrous policies PRECISELY because Obama, at least at the level of “skin deep” perceptions, “looked like the candidate most different from George W. Bush.”  In short, Obama was a fraud—he was, is, and shall remain nothing but part of the carefully orchestrated dismantling and destruction of America—by and through the means of the dismantling and destruction of the Family, Private Property, and the Bourgeois Constitutional State of which the first two institutions are the rock-solid foundation.

To illustrate the Fraud of Obama’s Promise of Change: the Writ of Habeas Corpus in America was in 2008 already all but extinct—extinguished by Congress and the President over the valiant but ultimately futile resistance of the Supreme Court, and Obama has done nothing, not even to speak, on behalf of any resurrection or strengthening of the writ, or of dismantling the massive prison infrastructure.  Even Judicial sycophants to every arbitrary and capricious legislative malice such as Justice Antonin Scalia found Congress’ attacks on the “Great Writ” appalling, but to no avail.  President Barack Obama has not lifted a finger to free prisoners in “Planet Prison” America, not even by his dishwater judicial appointments.   In another example, Obama has shown himself no friend of the environment, allowing plans for oil drilling to continue on the Northwesternmost and Southeasternmost frontiers of the United States, despite the catastrophic oil leakage which poisoned the Gulf last summer.

Finally, the reality of “endless two-front war” in Afghanistan and Iraq has continued unabated under Obama.  Who could have imagined that two years after his election this would be so?  Certainly, Obama’s supporters must be hiding their heads in shame and despair by now.   He continues to expand the power of the imperial presidency to a degree that would have put Lyndon B. Johnson or Richard M. Nixon to shame.   His arrogant closed door policies, lack of opennes, and guardianship of secrecy is reminiscent of the Nixon era, without the elegant dismantling of world-wide conflicts—but their intensification.

Above all, President Barack Obama has shown himself utterly beholden to the financial interests of international banking which created him and sustain him.   The mortgage foreclosure crisis has deepened, even as symptomatic ailments such as mass production “robosigning” of mortgages are unveiled—and uncomprehendingly presented to the press by a media and journalistic profession which is either blind or lavishly enslaved by their corporate-financial patrons of international banking moving towards international socialism.

So many of my friends are crying out for “REMEDY” in the face of the mortgage foreclosure and eviction crisis.  I am writing to tell you all that there is no remedy for urioshol/urticaria-hives in hand-pruning or finger-trimming of a vine of poison ivy.  There is no remedy for malignant melanoma in scratching your skin.

And there is NO REMEDY for the massive epidemic of foreclosures and evictions in this Country except REVOLUTIONARY LEGAL REFORM by (1) outlawing the securitization of mortgages, (2) outlawing non-judicial foreclosure where it exists, (3) eliminating statutes and judicial rules providing for “short cut” or “fast track” (often called “Rocket Docket”) summary eviction and foreclosure proceedings in “judicial foreclosure” states.

The way to achieve this is by enforcing the commercial codes, for example the excellent California Commercial Code, and not allowing the Civil Code or Code of Civil Procedure to overrule it!  Judicial codes should concern MERELY procedure and should abridge no substantive rights at all.   Large portions of the California Civil Code are simply inconsistent and incompatible with the just enforcement of the Commercial Code, and render California  a “law optional” state, effectively lawless and without laws.

I would urge everyone to STOP paying money to all the madmen who go around preaching non-judicial remedies such as commercial or administrative process.  These are all doomed to failure.

Get behind me—support me and my attorney Diane Beall in asking for a complete revolutionary reform of the legal system in California and related (mostly Western, Ninth and Tenth Circuit States) and restoring full due process enforcement of the common law of contracts and commercial codes in California and throughout the United States.   Really and truly, there is NO REMEDY BUT REAL REVOLUTIONARY (LEGAL) REFORM, except perhaps for a REAL (ARMED AND VIOLENT) REVOLUTION.

I propose that revolutionary legal reform remains possible in the Courts.  Some judges do still value both the constitution and common law.  Enough Judges to give us some hope.  Ultimately we will have to go ourselves or send our representatives to Washington to reform the Federal Securities and Tax laws which served to underwrite the entire process of securitized mortgages which led to mass-produced robo-signing and rocket dockets around the country.

All else is Vanity, my friends, all else is vanity—in this season of All Saints, we must realize that there can be neither freedom nor peace nor real economic stability unless we the people are willing to stand up and fight for it, pledging our lives, our fortunes, and sacred honor to the restoration of common law and constitutional rule which are the sole legitimate foundation of American Society, built as it is on the work and prosperity of the “bourgeois” middle class.

Tinkering here and there with problems like robo-signing or other symptomatic manifestations of the “disease” of expropriation-by-solicited-debt which can be revealed in “forensic mortgage fraud audits” as effective as whistling into a hurricane or throwing an ice cube into the ocean.

SO STOP WASTING YOUR TIME AND MONEY—all ye who are heavy laden and seek rest!  Like the Saints of Old, we must pick up our crosses and swords and be prepared for a long fight for real reform.  It is the only reality.  DO NOT TREAT THE SYMPTOMS—TREAT THE DISEASE—THE DISEASE IS THE LACK OF INTEGRITY OF THE LAW, which is most clearly manifested by the utter and complete corruption of non-judicial foreclosure law in the State of California—let us all work together to a common end, because only in the common end of legal reform will the Courts be ALLOWED to restore our property.

Oh, and it wouldn’t hurt to have voted out Barbara Boxer and NOT to have elected Jerry Brown—because those two are on the wrong side of absolutely every issue in which we are involved…..

Luke 21: 1=19, on the Second Sunday after All Saints Day, 25th Sunday of Trinity

1And he looked up, and saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury.

2And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.

3And he said, Of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all:

4For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.

5And as some spake of the temple, how it was adorned with goodly stones and gifts, he said,

6As for these things which ye behold, the days will come, in the which there shall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down.

7And they asked him, saying, Master, but when shall these things be? and what sign will there be when these things shall come to pass?

8And he said, Take heed that ye be not deceived: for many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and the time draweth near: go ye not therefore after them.

9But when ye shall hear of wars and commotions, be not terrified: for these things must first come to pass; but the end is not by and by.

10Then said he unto them, Nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom:

11And great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven.

12But before all these, they shall lay their hands on you, and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues, and into prisons, being brought before kings and rulers for my name’s sake.

13And it shall turn to you for a testimony.

14Settle it therefore in your hearts, not to meditate before what ye shall answer:

15For I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay nor resist.

16And ye shall be betrayed both by parents, and brethren, and kinsfolks, and friends; and some of you shall they cause to be put to death.

17And ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake.

18But there shall not an hair of your head perish.

19In your patience possess ye your souls.

On Sunday morning before Church, Elena said to me as if it were a dream, and it probably was, might well have been a dream since Elena Kourembana Lincoln, remains in Texas, with no intention of coming to California, “So do a lot of people still really hate you?”  It was apropos of absolutely nothing, except the Gospel and the Reverend Barry Taylor’s sermon.

The truth of course is that I do occasionally realize that I am indeed hated by people whom I have never met and who have left their indelibly hateful tracks all around various random spots around the internet.  I am happy to say that, so far as I know, I am not very widely hated (if at all) for what I am doing now (fighting for legal reform relating to mortgage foreclosure and eviction law and procedure in California) so much as for what I have done in the past, namely siding with Dr. Orly Taitz in her poorly designed and much more poorly executed litigation to question the President’s Constitutional Eligibility to serve in the White House.

I apologize to all the Patriots of the United States and anticommunists of the world that I had only enough influence on Orly to format streamline her pleadings to the point that the would actually be filed and not merely blocked by the Clerk for unrecognizable format or other basic problems. She never once allowed me to influence her basic reckless strategy or wanton ideological rampage against the rules, the law, and the facts.

If Obama were indeed born in Mombasa, he has in large part Orly to thank for the fact that no Court would ever look into the fact.  With more time and more diligence, I think it would have been possible to frame an actionable case—but Orly had no patience for such things.  I apologize to all of Orly’s supporters who believed in her that I could not make her listen to anything about law or legal procedure.  I think she really wanted to lose.  I really do.  She did not want to think or examine or analyze.  Like the Goddess Inanna’s raging Bull of Heaven, Orly wanted to crash into the judicial china shops of Uruk and Sumer  (U.S.?) and so she was gored, not once but several times.   I apologize that it seems, in retrospect, that I was only an enabler of a disaster and could never take charge to modify or mitigate it—of course, she WAS the licensed attorney as between us, and so HERS was by law required to be the final decision, wasn’t it?  Most of my foreign, non-American born or resident, friends shake their heads and marvel at the stupidity of the American people in electing such a shallow figurehead (ok, that applied and still applies equally to George W. Bush and Barack H. Obama—two peas in a pod, as it were) and, as it were, adorning the White House with a mere postage stamp for change when only change of the most Radical and Fundamental nature could ever serve to save this country from doom.

But the irrational hatred of people who stand for the Establishment is, in essence, what Christ tells the very first Saints, the original 12 Apostles, to expect and tolerate throughout their lives.  (see also the Reverend Gabri Ferrer’s November 7 “All Saints”):Sermon:

The Companion Old Testament Reading on November 14th was Isaiah 65:

Isaiah 65

1I am sought of them that asked not for me; I am found of them that sought me not: I said, Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called by my name.

2I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that was not good, after their own thoughts;

3A people that provoketh me to anger continually to my face; that sacrificeth in gardens, and burneth incense upon altars of brick;

4Which remain among the graves, and lodge in the monuments, which eat swine’s flesh, and broth of abominable things is in their vessels;

5Which say, Stand by thyself, come not near to me; for I am holier than thou. These are a smoke in my nose, a fire that burneth all the day.

6Behold, it is written before me: I will not keep silence, but will recompense, even recompense into their bosom,

7Your iniquities, and the iniquities of your fathers together, saith the LORD, which have burned incense upon the mountains, and blasphemed me upon the hills: therefore will I measure their former work into their bosom.

8Thus saith the LORD, As the new wine is found in the cluster, and one saith, Destroy it not; for a blessing is in it: so will I do for my servants’ sakes, that I may not destroy them all.

9And I will bring forth a seed out of Jacob, and out of Judah an inheritor of my mountains: and mine elect shall inherit it, and my servants shall dwell there.

10And Sharon shall be a fold of flocks, and the valley of Achor a place for the herds to lie down in, for my people that have sought me.

11But ye are they that forsake the LORD, that forget my holy mountain, that prepare a table for that troop, and that furnish the drink offering unto that number.

12Therefore will I number you to the sword, and ye shall all bow down to the slaughter: because when I called, ye did not answer; when I spake, ye did not hear; but did evil before mine eyes, and did choose that wherein I delighted not.

13Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, my servants shall eat, but ye shall be hungry: behold, my servants shall drink, but ye shall be thirsty: behold, my servants shall rejoice, but ye shall be ashamed:

14Behold, my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart, and shall howl for vexation of spirit.

15And ye shall leave your name for a curse unto my chosen: for the Lord GOD shall slay thee, and call his servants by another name:

16That he who blesseth himself in the earth shall bless himself in the God of truth; and he that sweareth in the earth shall swear by the God of truth; because the former troubles are forgotten, and because they are hid from mine eyes.

17For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind.

18But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.

19And I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in my people: and the voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying.

20There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old; but the sinner being an hundred years old shall be accursed.

21And they shall build houses, and inhabit them; and they shall plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them.

22They shall not build, and another inhabit; they shall not plant, and another eat: for as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.

23They shall not labour in vain, nor bring forth for trouble; for they are the seed of the blessed of the LORD, and their offspring with them.

24And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.

25The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock: and dust shall be the serpent’s meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the LORD.

It is ultimately the Hope of Justice at the end that keeps us going.  I can only hope that the little snakes who write venomous nonsense about me and my life and my work on the internet will end up “biting the dust” as it were, and being tossed like the carcasses of unwanted vermin on the rubbish heap of history, but I also realize that, like Christ’s followers throughout time, I, along with many hundreds of thousands of others, may face betrayal, judgment, persecution, and death at the hands and in the Courts of this nation for the sake of that ultimate truth and that final justice.

As my mother taught me from a very early age, Isaiah is the book of the Old Testament that most perfectly prophesies the coming of Christ in the New Testament, not because of anything more specific than this precise metaphor: that to those who have endured much suffering and persecution will final peace and victory be granted.   And as my mother’s father, my grandfather, taught me from that same early age, life is a constant journey through the jungle with a machete, cutting, and cutting and cutting and the wild vegetation that always grows back so quickly—the chaos that will not yield to our desires or needs for a straight path.  My mother showed me how to read the Book and my Grandparents taught me the virtues of persistence, and at this time of year all of us sang together what to me is the greatest of all the hymns of our Church, the Church Militant, SINE NOMINE, 1982 Hymnal 287:

1. For all the saints who from their labors rest,
        Who Thee by faith before the world confess,
        Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
        Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
        Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        3. Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
        Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old
        And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        4. O blest communion, fellowship divine,
        We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
        Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        5. And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
        Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
        And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        6. But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day;
        The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
        The King of Glory passes on His way.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        7. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
        Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
        Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        8. The golden evening brightens in the west;
        Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
        Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!