Swim Upstream

“Remember, a dead fish can float downstream, but it takes a live one to swim upstream.”

– W. C. Fields

Before the plaintiff went into the district court in Warminster, PA recently, a representative from the Redeemer Lutheran church, one of the defendants, remarked to the plaintiff “I just wish we could drop the whole thing”.

The expectation was for the plaintiff to just go with the flow, just as a dead fish can do. The mores in Bucks County, PA, as in Washington DC under the progressives, are that there is one standard for the August institutions such as the Advocates for the Homeless and Those in Need (AHTN) and the Redeemer Lutheran church, and another for regular people, including the homeless.

The so-called justice postured himself to look like he was seeking justice, but in reality just wanted to dispose of the case without even listening. He said there was not enough information to create a  defense. In other words, he didn’t want to hear it. Evidently he views AHTN and Redeemer as pillars of society and beyond reproach.

It’s ironic that a Lutheran church acts as if it is infallible, not subject to question. Founder Martin Luther swam upstream and challenged the Catholic church, where he was a priest. He started a movement where anyone from any walk of life could challenge the clergy. Martin Luther tacked his 95 Theses, his arguments against church abuses, on the Wittenberg Door.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninety-five_Theses

If being asked by police to leave the community meal at Redeemer was the only thing, the plaintiff told the church representative who asked him to drop the manner, he would have. The victim of false accusations challenged the church and AHTN after he was told, after driving to the next community meal at the church, that he was not allowed at the meal. Initially, a church representative didn’t give him a reason, but once pressed, he said the plaintiff was not allowed to the meal because he was saying bad things about the homeless.

I don’t know exactly what Christine Jandovitz, from AHTN, told the hosts when she and the homeless drunk who verbally assaulted the plaintiff and others, and tried to beat him up but was physically restrained, went to the other side of the room, but it seems Kafkaesque that someone was banned from a community meal just for saying things people don’t like. There was false witness, vicious gossip that many members of the homeless community parroted, and they became hostile and ready to attack a scapegoat. There were lies circulating that the plaintiff was a sexual predator and a pedophile.


Neither AHTN nor people from Redeemer Lutheran talked with the plaintiff to get both sides of the story in an attempt to find the truth (which will set you free).

The homeless drunk who created the problem and disturbed the meal was allowed to come back to the meal at Redeemer as well as ride the AHTN bus. It wasn’t until he created a problem at another meal that he was banned from the bus – for just two weeks. In time, he created problems at other meals, culminating where he knocked the plaintiff down, cutting his head. The drunk fled the scene but after a few weeks was captured. He’s now in the Bucks County jail.

You don’t resolve problems by ignoring them, pretending everything is alright. This way you are living a life of quiet desperation.

The representative from Redeemer who asked the plaintiff to drop the case, asked him if he plans to sue the whole church. “The church is a building; you can’t sue a building,” the plaintiff explained.

The church, established by Jesus, is a place to worship God and his commands. The 9th commandment: “You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.” -Exodus 20:16

Nobody is beyond reproach. Just ask the judge, public safety director and Langhorne deputy constable recently charged by the feds!

The Homeless and Kafka’s Cockroach

In my psychology in literature class in college, a classmate said that the moral of Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis is that Gregory, the character in the parable, woke up as a cockroach because he didn’t want to face the world. He didn’t want to face responsibility so he lingered in bed.


I’ve found the homeless problem in Bucks County, PA, which I’ve been associated with for about two years to be Kafkaesque. For those of you in Doylestown, “Kafkaesque” is defined by Merriam-Webster :  “of, relating to, or suggestive of Franz Kafka or his writings; especially: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality <Kafkaesque bureaucratic delays>”. When now Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas was fighting his hi tech lynching, he remarked that the whole ordeal was Kafkaesque.

I also find much of modern psychology to be Kafkaesque.

I just read a very long article: Psychology and The Church. If you are an egghead, and have a free day, you may want to read it: http://inplainsite.org/html/psychology_and_the_church.html

One point I recall from the reading is that the church can relate on a more personal level than typical secular psychology as well as have absolutes, truth which works best to keep people truly in the pink, although this doesn’t happen in a wink. Churches serve God and man well when they share one another’s burdens. Psychology has found that someone experiencing problems knowing that people really care is a big factor in helping them resolve their problems. (Not all psychology is bad).

At the community meal for the homeless and those in need on Sunday, hosts from the church sat down with some of the guests and discussed their concerns. They helped them a lot more than a shrink, including ones from Penndel Mental Health Center. During the time I broke bread with the homeless at community meals and at other venues, I’ve noticed that those who have gone to the secular center didn’t seem to improve over time. In fact, they got worse. Conversely, broken people who followed the Lord appeared to have improved their attitude, reflected in their demeanor. I’ve tried both and found this to be the case.

Modern psychology is reflected in the thinking of some in the Bucks County establishment. Some time ago, I ran the idea by a Bucks County Commissioner to designate county land as an official homeless encampment. The homeless would build and manage the place. There would be rules and leadership. The commissioner responded that this would jeopardize the chances of the homeless to get county assisted housing, which takes between one and two years to get. The commissioner’s answer was Kafkaesque!

She also pushed funding for mental health.

Like Gregory in Kafka’s novella, Bucks County doesn’t want to honestly face the world of the homeless.

Bucks County aggressively canvases to secure taxpayer funds by shanghaiing the homeless and signing them up for mental health services.  The mental health hustlers are everywhere, trying to recruit the homeless like the people in Bob Dylan’s comical song where everybody’s trying to “stone you”. And in essence, with the center’s “medications”, they are stoning you:


Throughout the history of the church, there has been a battle between the church and the world. This is evident in Bucks County over the well being of hurting people. I’m on the side of the church.

“And concerning you, my brethren, I myself also am convinced that you yourselves are full of goodness, filled with all knowledge and able also to admonish one another.” -Romans 15:14

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore

We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto! As is the case in the Wizard of Oz, many people’s lives have taken them to the Kafkaesque world of being homeless in Bucks County, PA. The way the authorities act in Bucks County, the homeless can click their heals three times and find a home.

It doesn’t work that way, where normally someone out in the street has to wait months even to get into the temporary shelter and often years to get into a permanent place. Of course, there are exceptions.

Agents of Penndel Mental Health Center are willing to provide the magic shoes, however, but you have to sell your soul to the devil, so to speak. You have to sign up, cooperate with these agents, who have ways to make you cooperate.

Unlike the human homeless, for the homeless (feral) cats there are no strings attached to get into the cat condominium, the gated community across from the homeless shelter in Levittown, PA. Maybe folks from the Penndel Mental Health Center dropped them off in the woods, like they would humans, while they are waiting to go into the shelter.

I’m surprised the cats are not in the shelter now, as they seem to have priority over humans. There’s talk that there is a reward for cats who rat out the locations where humans are camping so they can get into the shelter even faster.

You’re out of the woods your out of the woods you’re in the nuthouse. You’re out of the woods…

Maybe that’s why they are cuddling up to the cats.

On one occasion, an agent from Penndel Mental Health let one of the subjects from the nuthouse loose in the library area, who ran rampant like a mild form of the Frankenstein monster, accosting people as he ran wild. Security from the Levittown library and the nearby municipal building and the police were called, only to find it was a case of the doctor releasing his monster.

I don’t believe people are helped at the health clinic but become worse. It seems like they are become worse after being “medicated” (doped up) there. I heard through the grapevine that some secular mental health facilities are worse than others. Penndel Mental Health is a candidate for the booby prize.

As I’ve said in previous blogs, I’m convinced that faith based places can better help to those who need help than secular institutions.

All people are flawed to some degree. Some just have a higher dose or have a different kind of baggage. Swiss psychiatrist and psychotherapist Carl Jung wrote about visiting an insane asylum with whom he called “an intelligent layman.” The guy told the doc that the people in the asylum were just like everyday people with problems, only that their problems were greatly magnified.

On their journey along the yellow brick road, Dorothy and her homeless friends meet the good witch and the bad witch. One was a Bucks County Ranger who was nice and had their interests at heart. He told them what they needed to hear — tough love — and encouraged them. The other was harsh. Like the bad which, who sicked flying monkeys on Dorothy, he threatened to bulldoze the homeless camps if they did not cooperate. Sounds like an episode in Star Wars.

Don’t pay any attention to the man behind the curtain. When Toto pulls the curtain open, what we thought was our hope, was only a man hustling a solution to our problem, a snake oil salesman whose been running around the woods and visiting the Levittown Library. Remember, “Oz gave nothing to the tin man; that he didn’t, didn’t already have…”

“I am the great Oz!” Really?

You’re just a drug pusher masquerading as a mental health professional.