The First World’s Whore

“The CAP(1) is estimated to cause the developing countries a welfare loss in the region of US$20 billion annually, which is twice Kenya’s entire GDP. This is according to a report by international monitoring organisation, Global Financial Integrity (GFI), which released a new report on illegal capital flight this week. The report tracks illegal outflows from 2003 to 2012.”


“South Africa is losing roughly R147-billion per year to the illegal movement of money out of the country.”

“WASHINGTON, DC – A record US$991.2 billion in illicit capital flowed out of developing and emerging economies in
2012—facilitating crime, corruption, and tax evasion—according to the latest study released today by Global
Financial Integrity (GFI), a Washington, DC-based research and advisory organization.”

(1)The Common Agricultural Policy (CAP) is the agricultural policy of the European Union.

Mystical Communion with an Unforgiving God

“Depressive-masochists see clearly the tragic existential realities of life. Their way of being in the world bears this sensibility forward, witnesses to it, and
invites others into their sense of the ethos required to survive in the face of it. Our concern about the way this gets articulated, however, is usually that this sensibility is set within a particular emotional, ethical, and aesthetic framework which establishes a self- and other-punishing cycle which impoverishes their life and the lives of those with whom they are in relation.
But, then, of course, we are always confronted with the possibility that this is in fact simply the way the world is. Perhaps the depressive-masochist sees something of which we all ought to be convinced: that, in the final analysis, the depths of life really are punishing and unforgiving, that the particular kinds of interpersonal ethics that mark the depressive-masochist’s life really are the best accommodation to a world so characterized, and that the emotional dynamics, while harsh, are nonetheless appropriate and, perhaps even, unavoidable for such a world.
In other words, the witness borne through our parishioners and clients to us calls up from us, and calls into question for us, the witness of our own communities, the witness borne through us to them. As pastoral caregivers, our offering care at all to depressive-masochists, care that is something more than attempting to assuage their discontent in the face of a self-other-Other relation they correctly
perceive as exhausting their life possibilities, rests on our intuition that the above conclusions need not be drawn and that, indeed, the depths of life are not adequately portrayed in such a way. Yet, to take the witness of the other seriously here is to take our own witness seriously again as well: to be called into a mutually critical conversation between the witness of self and other.”

From: Mystical Communion with an Unforgiving God

by K. Brynolf Lyon
Associate Professor of Practical Theology & Pastoral Care, Christian Theological Seminary, Indianapolis, Indiana

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Encounter 59.1-2 (1998)

Weltschmerz (II)

“Our society runs off of unbelievable and unattainable ideals, powered by endless desires. It is, to be tart, a useless rat race, and oftentimes a malignant one at that.

It is the realization that this is what life is which leads to Weltschmerz. I’m not claiming that everyone experiences Weltschmerz, though. Weltschmerz is a meta-emotion, a reaction to the observation of all the other emotions we experience. So it is not surprising that not everyone experiences Weltschmerz because not everyone has taken the time to objectively look at life in all its colors, pretty and ugly alike.”

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(Thanksdarthbarracuda, I hope you don’t object to my quoting you here.)

“I’ve always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can’t shut myself out from His mercy. … Or it may be a private bargain between me and God, that if I give up this one thing I want so much, however bad I am, He won’t quite despair of me in the end.”

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited