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How Will U.S. Congress Treat Pope Francis After He Called Capitalism “The Dung Of The Devil”?

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by Anura Guruge


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Francis says the darnest things 

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Yep, this pope actually said that. Capitalism, the “dung of the devil”!

I don’t have to make this stuff up. This pope is the master of putting his flat foot (and yes he is flat footed as you would know IF you read my latest pope book) in his mouth.

Here, check it out in the “New York Time“.

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Click to ENLARGE and check here. Use link above to access “New York Times” original. Or Google “Francis Dung”.


Well, Francis is scheduled to address a joint session of U.S. Congress, on Capitol Hill, in Washington D.C., at 9:20 am on Tuesday, September 24, 2015 during his 6-day, September 22 to 27 visit to the U.S.

John Boehner, a devout Catholic invited him to address Congress, towards the end of 2014. Pope Francis will become the first pope to have done so.

Boehner’s invitation was before the Pope start his all out rampage in 2015 against capitalism and global warming.

Some members of Congress, particularly Republicans, are likely to have issues with what the pope has been saying, of late, about capitalism and global warming. Not sure whether they will want to be ‘seen’ with a man that is bashing an INSTITUTION so near and dear to them. Isn’t calling capitalism the ‘dung of the devil’ what you would expect from an out and out commie? [Talking of which why was Francis taken back when he was presented a Crucifix in the form of a commie hammer and sickle?] So basically Congress will be addressed by a commie! Not sure how that will go down.

This is going to be interesting. Mark the day. Tuesday, September 24, 2015.


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I Too Am “The Other Son” — Ceylon (Sri Lanka) Version.

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by Anura Guruge


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People get confused as to why I call myself adopted and make references to my adoptive-father and adoptive-mother. It is because I too was “The Other Son“, the Ceylon version; “The Other Son” a very powerful Israeli movie about babies accidentally swapped (i.e., mixed up) in a hospital shortly after birth.

So that is what I am, a hospital mix up.

How do I know?

Because ever since I can remember, say around age five onwards, I would be told AT LEAST once a day, usually many times more, that I was a ‘mix up at the hospital‘ and that my REAL FATHER was a ‘GAMBLER’. Wow. Doesn’t that explain it all? I later worked out that ‘gambler’ in 1950, still very Victorian, Ceylon meant that my real father, my biological father, was a rake (in the British sense). A playboy. Yes, Yes, YES. It all adds up. The very boring, teetotal, academic, with zero interest in sports, who was afraid of dogs, could NOT have been my father. It all made sense. Yes, it would be my adoptive-father who told me, daily, that I was ‘mix up at the hospital’ and how much he regretted that he never got his real child. But, my adoptive mother would also tell me the same thing, as did other relatives, and sometimes even the servants. I was the MISTAKE. And I am proud of it.

Why they did NOT fix it when they discovered the mistake — which was pretty obvious since I was nothing like my adoptive parents — is a mystery. I never asked. I guess I thought it was outside my control. Plus, I guess, deep down I did NOT want to be taken away from my “Ambili Amma” — Moon Mother — my adoptive mother’s mother, the person who brought me up.

My adoptive parents did NOT have much to do with me when I was growing up in Ceylon, 1953 – 1967. It was very Victorian. But rather than a nanny, I had my Ambili Amma. She is the one who brought me up from the time I came home. She is the one who made sure I had food, clothing, care and some amount of love. My adoptive parents were very busy. My father was a hot shot with multiple VIP jobs — Assistant Secretary of Education, Vice-Chancellor of a Buddhist university, a famous author etc. etc. My mother taught Pali at a Baptist Girls School. But they had a beyond hectic social life. They had engagements every evening, every day. They were part of the creme de la creme of Colombo society. So every day around 4pm my adoptive mother would start getting ready to go out. My father would arrive from one of his many jobs around 6pm and then they would be gone. Did not matter. Ambili Amma was always there. The house, a BIG house, was never empty. My adoptive mother’s youngest sister lived with us, as did a female cousin whose father had died. Plus we had servants and on top of that, at any given time, we might have another distant relative, usually male, living with us.

I saw my adoptive parents on a strict schedule. They would take me to school. That was when I mainly saw my adoptive father. 75% of the time we would pick me up, at 1pm, from Ananda College. We would then pick up my adoptive mother and her sister and come home for lunch. Those two car trips was when I mainly had interactions with my adoptive father. The rest of the time he was gone or working. Between 2 and 4 my mother, a teacher, would TEACH me. It was formal. That was basically the time I spent with her. The rest of the time she was gone or getting ready — and ‘getting ready’ was an elaborate process with lots of make up, getting hair put up etc. Think Victorian Britain and the Lady of the house. That was our house.

Then, when I was about 18 my adoptive father came up with a new line. He would tell people, most people, referring to me: “the devil looks after his own”. Nice. He was making it very clear that he was NOT my father — not that anybody needed to be told that. He, a very religious man (though 40% was for show because it helped with his politics), was disowning me and assigning my parentage to ‘the devil’. Yes, remember that gambler? I was always confused as to which devil was my real father — whether it was the rather ineffective Buddhist devil or the more, potent and interesting Christian devil. I was just glad that it just wasn’t the real devil that made my life a daily hell, i.e., my adoptive father.

So that is the story.  I am a hospital mix up.

I should have done this earlier BUT I am now going to try and find out who my biological family was. It would be neat to meet the ‘real’ me! I assume he must still be alive, if not my biological parents. If they are alive I would love to meet them. Thank them for making me what I am. My real father has to be a character. I owe so much to him. He gave me the DNA that in the end, despite all the hardships I endured at the hands of my adoptive father, allowed me to lead a life where 99% I had a grin on my face.

Yes, one of my four kids, as is somewhat plain to see, is adopted and I made sure that I would try and be a good father to her because I knew, at first hand, the misery of being brought up by a father who hated you because you were not his — a hospital mix up.

I, Anura Guruge, the very proud and grateful son of a gambler that, alas, I have yet to meet.

Sri Lankan Devil Masks At the 2012 Laconia Multicultural Day.

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Michnel Folsom demonstrating one of his Sri Lanka Devil Masks. Click to see the picture in FULL SIZE.



Sri Lankan (or Ceylonese) Devil Masks are iconic, increasingly rare works of art. They are used in a form of exorcism to drive away ‘naughty’ devils that may have infiltrated susceptible humans. Usual ‘possessed by the devil’ belief that transcends religions and cultures and goes back thousands of years.

There are different masks to scare off different devils. The real ones, used in the ceremonies, are full size in that they are strapped onto the face of the dancer (who is typically male). Loud, pulsating drumming, incense, fire and lots of noise augment the shock value of the masks. I remember at least two ceremonies that I attended — and NO they were not for me. [My father ONLY started using the expression: ‘THE Devil takes good care of his own‘ to describe ME, his only progeny, after we left Ceylon (a week before my 14th birthday) and the teenage hormones kicked in.] In both cases they involved cousins. In addition to the Devil Dancing there was another ceremony, not as colorful or boisterous, to keep spirits away from a house. That involved burying little pots of ‘treasure’ in the four corners of the property. It was all superstition and mumbojumbo.

Click to watch a fairly representative video, on YouTube, of a Sri Lankan devil dance. There are more at You Tube.



Here is a picture gallery of masks at Flickr. I have the first one they show and the 5th. Click to, with luck, get to Flickr.

I have three or four show masks — i.e., smaller masks made for tourists! These were the ones for sale in Laconia at the Multicultural Day. I have mine mounted (other than in the winter months) in our covered deck, facing towards our famous neighbor in the hope that they will, by some miracle, stop him from trespassing (in every sense of that word). They don’t, alas, seem to work that well.

These masks are worth collecting. Mr. Folsom, like Mr. Johnson of ‘Fibonacci Letterpress‘, is another that does not have a Web presence, though he claimed that he had one but gave up when it did not bring him any business. I understand and sympathize. On average, across my many Web sites and blogs, I get, each and every day an average of close to 1,000 hits — but as Deanna loves to point out I make no money from those hits. Yes, I have had days, typically when there is a cardinal creating consistory or when Rome Reports or Vatican Radio mentions me by name, when I have had 6,000 hits in  a day. But, still no nothing monetary to show for it. C’est la vie.

His prices are good. I saw a few for under $30. You might definitely want to get one. If you are interested contact me. My contact information is on the sidebar >>>>. I will coordinate with Mr. Folsom. [If you are wondering WHY that names sounds familiar click for this YouTube video, sit back and enjoy. Yes, I am a big Cash fan.]

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