Saturday, December 25, 2021

An open letter to Loretta Kay Deininger, from her Father


An open letter to Loretta Kay Deininger (Hubertz) - Intelligence Analyst and Python (artificial intelligence) developer 


How dare they.  How dare they hire the DAUGHTER OF JOHN HUBERTZ - a radical anti-war activist who has been in Who's Who since 1983 - for his academic and personal, lifelong quest
 .

Peace.



An open letter from a father to his daughters...





"For she walked in miracle all her days"



Your Dad you see, responds to grief with love.  Marriage.  Hope.

Ladies - what would cause a Roman Catholic, a Catholic whom contains within his mind a 1300+ year heritage of the faith, a Catholic whose parents attended mass 

Every single day of the week, for 63 years.  That is not "religion", it is a sacred heritage - and it is spun into the very fibre of your DNA.

My beloved, my most certainly dearest...  Loretta.  You who bore the brunt of my betrayal of truth, faith and life, you who suffered the pain of your Father's sins against your Mother and against the society in which you must live.  You grew up without a Father.  My error - compounded.

Loretta Kay Deininger.  I am your Father, you are my most beloved - equal in status to only your Sister (who has not and perhaps shall never need my help), and second only to your blessed Mother, whom I love now, and have loved forever.  I may have broken my word - but never have I broken the oath or bonds of marriage.

We are Catholic.  We do not believe nor participate in the horrific invention of a Scottish King named James (The King James Bible).  We believe not in this filthy word - divorce.  

Words.  Sacred words - that which separates man from beast.
Please don't think I'm angry










There are seven Catholic Saints in a direct line to your front door.

Including the first female Saint of the Americas - The Blessed Mother Theodora Guerin 
of "Saint Mary of the Woods, Indiana", a religious community founded by YOUR family of a PURPOSE ordained by the church, and the REASON your Grandmother's "Great Aunt Thea" was BROUGHT to Indiana from France - the year?  Read about your Aunt... and mine, HERE.

Heritage.  Family heritage.  

Your roots run "rather deep" in this sacred Indiana soil.  1791.











That is but a moment in time ladies - and I remember each of those moments.  Tis a mere 250 years after all, the harder memories are back to our name....  Saint Hubertus, of the Forest.  "One Shot, One Kill.  Thus this moment arrives, and I have been standing, camouflaged.... waiting.  Bow stiff with wax, sinew-cord sticky with Rosin.

I only need one arrow - Cupid's arrow.  My Father's love for you.  I have observed you both, quite closely, from a distance - all these long difficult years.

Loretta - please consider my hopes, my prayers for you.  You see, I also grew up under the thumb of my Sister.  My sister Mary - was genius.  It is a terrible fate for a young flower, to so rarely see the sun.

But I had a father.  Home each night - at the dinner table.  My foundation.  That I offer you humbly, now.  

With all due haste please resign, and either rejoin the United States military in a NON-COMBAT capacity, or turn in your commission and accept whatever penalties are necessary, to become free of oath and obligation.
This is your heritage.  We fight for but one purpose - PEACE.
Here is your Grandfather, meet him now.  

Elizabeth - I know you know these things, and am aware you read just about every, rambling - stream of conciousness thing I write (that you can find).

I don't know which of you did it, nor do I care, but if you think you can "hide" from your father by scrubbing the 'net, you don't know your dear old Dad.  My best friend who just died, helped invent the big-data storage and retrieval background of the net.

I'm a classically trained journalist and researcher, with two "paper" diplomas.  But much, much more.  You know Lori - you have walked the same hard road, uphill, against the wind of your sister's breath.  She tried to kill you once, you know - in my Father's house.....  with the heel of a shoe.

Those were dark years for us all.  I weep for forgiveness from you both.

The small Hessen-Cassel library was a peripheral for my mind, and even the downtown library was insufficient.  I ordered my first material from overseas via interlibrary loan... at age 9.

So anyway, it is up to you girls to "decode" this "secret message."

"Call Me"

:)  The message is - I have no expectations, and I do not seek to convince you, convert you or alter the independent arc of your life.  But I love you - you are local, and I have a severe heart infection due to sepsis (probably an unoperated kidney burst - your Father has "farmer immunity")

I'll know January 8th if I'm dying soon - or perhaps later.


Please Lori - contact me, stop by, send me an email....  please sweetie, I love you and always have stood in the wings, ready for a moment when you might need your Father.  That time is now.

But it is me... perhaps that needs you more.   Call me please - voice to text 260-297-0535 or 24/7 260-479-7543.  

My "private" email is for you alone.  KabooHolly@gmail.com

Like you, of all things I've ever lost, my two dogs (they had to go when cancer bankruptcy from Judy's death took the big house).  I miss my pups.

But I miss you more..  I have so much to share with you.  

End of message.

Ahemm.  Now to the task at hand:  

Humility and purpose - for you Liz.

Elizabeth, I warn you - do not trifle with this message.  :)  In a battle of wits with your old man, you'd be bringing a cat to a mousefight.  

FYI Elizabeth, I know you are to quote the Enron person "The Smartest Guy in the Room".  Your lessons of humility begin now.  Here is my mentor, and I have typed and retyped every word he has ever written - at least a dozen times.

My "mentor" - and the first step toward intellectual humility.

PS:  I love you both, now and forever.  Regardless of your decision Loretta, I support you.

PPS:  Elizabeth - the bulk of this brief letter is aimed at you.  Please contact me at your convenience.  My telephone number is 260-297-7535 (voice to text) or my 24/7 cell is at your disposal.

260-479-7543   John Hubertz at Harlan, Indiana, December 26, 2021

Peace.


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1 Comments:

At 12/26/21, 3:24 AM , Blogger Avodah Center, Harlan, Indiana, USA said...

We support you John. Do not think that forever you shall cry at Christmas. "That which is lost shall be restored unto you."

Your daughters - shall be with you, if you ever perish from the illusion that is life.

Cecil Kite
Fort Wayne, Indiana, USA

Wolfgang Honold
Bern-on-the-Lake, Switzerland, EU

Written at BotL, December 26, 2021 Pax Tibi

http://www.columbia.edu/~fdc/pace/

 

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