
Meanwhile,….
Black to move (despite board orientation). White has made a bad move with h4. Punish it.

NB: I’ll hold comments with solutions ’till the next day so there won’t be “spoilers” for others.
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I checked the “Earth Labora” page of the traditional Benedictine monks of Le Barroux, who are making good wines from the ancient vineyards left by the Avignon popes. They have 10 and 20 and 40 year PORTS. HERE I haven’t had any yet.
For 10% off at their store use the code FATHERZ10

They also have an assortment:
Sanctae Romanae Ecclesiae Cardinalis Wine Assortment
Of course it is mostly red. I’ve had all three of these wines. Very good. HERE
Featuring 10 bottles of Via Caritatis Lux Red wine, this wine assortment was created in honor of his eminence Cardinal Mueller’s recent visit to Washington, D.C. It also includes one bottle each of the Via Caritatis Lux White and Lux Rosé wines, as an additional gift.
Remember that Card. Müller has been pretty vocal lately with a) his concerns about the upcoming “walking together” (toward the cliff) and b) pressure on Bp. Strickland. A toast to Card. Müller!
I’ve been hearing more and more about ChatGPT, which is an online A.I. site. You can ask questions or even put it to tasks. About a year ago, one of you readers had ChatGPT write a poem about “walking together about walking together-ity” upcoming in October. Since I will be in Roma at that time, I hope the air quality isn’t reduced because of their gaseous emissions. I digress. That eerily accurate and pretty good A.I. generated poem is HERE: It ran…
Synod on Synodality: A Poem by ChatGPT
In chambers where agendas play,
A Synod’s dance begins its sway,
A masquerade of “dialogue” they say,
Yet veils are thin, truth’s price to pay.
Synod on synodality, a modern scene,
Where liberal dreams may intervene,
A clever ruse, a cunning scheme,
In name of progress, they convene.
With every vote and subtle nod,
A liberal agenda seeks to prod,
Traditional hearts, they aim to sway,
But through the haze, we see their play.
Oh, Synod’s charade, you’re quite the show,
A liberal fest, with pomp aglow,
They whisper change and “open minds,”
Yet core beliefs, they leave behind.
Synod on synodality, a circus grand,
Where principles shift like shifting sand,
Tradition’s voice they try to drown,
While “tolerance” is their new crown.
But we’re no fools, we see the game,
Behind the curtain, it’s all the same,
A liberal masquerade, oh what a sight,
Where truth and orthodoxy take their flight.
So Synod, dance with your intent,
Your liberal leanings, blatant and bent,
A spectacle of “dialogue” and “new,”
Yet through it all, tradition rings true.