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You Feckless Thug

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“You Feckless Thug” – Bio

John B. Whalen, Jr.
Born July 14, 1962
Human Being

“You Feckless Thug” – Note

… In a previous post, I stated that I had recently lost a great friend …

… I also stated that I have yet to figure out my feelings on this …

… I stated that I also don’t know what I would do tomorrow …

… And now that tomorrow will come and then be gone …

… I still don’t know …

… But I will be back …

… Peace …

… Love love love, etc. …

“You Feckless Thug” – Video

West Wing
American Serial Political Drama Television Series
Began September 22, 1999 – Ended May 14, 2006

“You Feckless Thug” – Speech

You’re a son of a bitch, You know that?

She bought her first new car and You hit her with a drunk driver.

What?

Was that supposed to be funny?

You can’t conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,” says Graham Greene.

I don’t know whose ass he was kissing there, ’cause I think you’re just vindictive.

What was Josh Lyman – a warning shot?

That was my son.

What did I ever do to Yours but praise His glory and praise His Name?

There’s a tropical storm that’s gaining speed and power.

They say we haven’t had a storm this bad since You took out that tender ship of mine in the North Atlantic last year.

Sixty-eight crew.

You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships.

It doesn’t even carry guns. It just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers the mail. That’s all it can do.

Gratias tibi ago, Domine.

[Thank You, Lord]

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Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I’ve committed many sins. Have I displeased You, You feckless thug?

3.8 million new jobs, that wasn’t good?

Bailed out Mexico. Increased foreign trade. Thirty million new acres of land for conservation. Put Mendoza on the bench. We’re not fighting a war. I’ve raised three children.

That’s not enough to buy me out of the doghouse?

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Haec credam a Deo pio, a Deo iusto, a Deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Trus in terra servus, nuntius fui, officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem.

[Am I really to believe that these are the actions of a loving God? A just God? A wise God? To Hell with Your punishments. I was Your servant here on Earth. I spread Your word and did Your work. To Hell with Your punishments. To Hell with You!]

John B. Whalen, Jr., JD., LL.M., is an AV Peer Review Rated Preeminent 5.0 and Avvo Rated 10.0 Superb premier and prestigious Attorney and Counselor at Law. He is featured on Avvo, Justia, Lawyers, LinkedIn, Martindale, Nolo, Thumbtack. He has amassed over 70 prestigious professional awards and over 5000 client reviews and endorsements. His main office is located at 696 Pont Reading Road, Philadelphia, PA, 19087, and he serves all surrounding counties, on all 7 days, from 9:00 AM to 10:00 PM, and on evenings, weekends, and holidays. He can be reached by email at jw60297@me.com, and by telephone at 1-484-417-6244.

The House That Jack Built

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“The House That Jack Built” – Bio

John B. Whalen (“Jack”)
My Father
Born December 28, 1935 – Died January 23, 2003

“The House That Jack Built” – Writing

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… My father, John B. Whalen, was born on December 28, 1935 …

… He would have been 83 years old today …

… I can write that date without a second thought …

… I just can’t write anything further about my dad …

… My father, John B. Whalen, died on January 23, 2003 …

… He was just 69 years old …

… Seventeen (17) years ago, today …

… I can write these dates and ages without a blink of an eye …

… I just can’t write anything more about him …

… I have read, and posted, similar writings from friends …

… I admire those who can write about loosing a loved one …

… I cherish the ability to read their writings …

… I embrace their writings because it allows me to remember …

… I just can’t write about my father …

… so I share other things instead …

… somehow this does something …

… I just don’t know what yet …

“The House That Jack Built” – His Note

… my father wrote this note to me …

… he mailed it to me …

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… It read

My Dear John

My thoughts are always with you

One of my thoughts is that you fail to realize how good you are in so many ways, as a husband, son, and a hard-working, smart, and feeling attorney.

Perhaps a few seconds a day with St. Jude will help you to realize your full capabilities.

With my love and respect,

Dad

… I don’t know why and I never asked him …

… I still have it – 22 years later …

… we never spoke about it …

“The House That Jack Built” – Cats In The Cradle

… one day, my mother was driving my father somewhere …

… my mother loved this song …

… she always paid acute attention to lyrics – and life – in general …

… I did know that my father was aware of this song …

… I don’t believe he paid attention to the lyrics …

… as was his folly, he was spouting off about my inability to visit …

… this song came on the radio …

… my mother told my father to hush and listen to the words …

… he did …

… he was silent for the rest of the day …

“The House That Jack Built” – Cats In The Cradle – Note

The song’s lyrics began as a poem written by Harry’s wife, Sandra “Sandy” Gaston. Harry Chapin also said the song was about his own relationship with his son, Josh, admitting, “Frankly, this song scares me to death.”

“The House That Jack Built” – Epilogue

… “Yes, Dad – I took out the trash” …

… “Yes, Dad – I cleaned up the kitchen” …

… “No, Dad – I didn’t take the channel changer” …

… “Yes, Dad – I know how much channel changers cost” …

Renee’s Legacy

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… My mother, Noreen A. Whalen, passed away on December 20, 2011 …
… I can write that date without a blink of an eye or a second thought …
… I just can’t write anything further about my mom …

… My father, John B. Whalen, passed away on January 23, 2004 …
… I can write that date without a blink of an eye or a second thought …
… I just can’t write anything further about my dad …

… I have read, and posted, similar writings from friends about their experiences with death and the loss of loved ones …

… I admire those who can write about loosing a loved one …
… I cherish the ability to read their writings about loosing a loved one …
… I embrace their writings because it allows me to remember loosing a loved one …

… And I remember my mom every day …
… And I remember her favorite song from 1972 …
… And I remember her crying quietly when she found out her brother had died in 1974 …
… And I remember her teaching me how to iron in 1976 …
… And I remember her talking to me in the hospital in 2011 …
… And I remember my sister reading my mom’s eulogy on December 29, 2011 …

… So I tell the stories of others instead …

… Maybe someday I will write …

Renee’s Legacy

“Mom enjoyed a great many things in this life, albeit all very simple pleasures: a good cup of tea, a pair of warm slippers, a stack of unread novels, a pocketful of candy.

More than anything, though, Mom enjoyed meeting people; she was forever curious about others and loved listening to their stories and learning about their lives.

Whether they were first-person accounts from “strangers” she met in the store, narratives from the diverse array of adult students at the Drug and Alcohol rehabilitation hospital where she taught, anecdotes about the many daycare families she cared for, or tales taken from the multitude of books she devoured over seven decades of reading, she delighted in them, and then in telling and re-telling them to us.

Even on her last day in the hospital (approximately six days before she passed away), as she was being discharged on hospice, she was repeatedly scolded by the nurses for removing her oxygen mask to talk.

She wasn’t asking for anything for herself, or complaining about pain or shortness of breath.

She was inquiring about the other patients, asking about their families, doing her best to discover what had prompted their admissions, and promising them her prayers.

HIPAA regulations had no hold over her!

What strikes us now, though, is how little she talked about herself over the years, how little of her own story she told.

It is true that any one of us kids can readily retell her account of the Saturday afternoon she went to the movies as a little girl in Chicago, only to burst into tears when she discovered that the price of admission had gone up from three cents to a nickel.

Or the time that her beloved brother Jim, who was legally blind, persuaded her to let him sit behind the wheel of the car they drove to the neighboring town to visit the beautiful young woman who would eventually become his wife and our Aunt Frannie.

And we can all certainly recite at least some of the details surrounding her chance encounter in Rome with the handsome young Marine from Philadelphia who captured her heart to become her husband and our dad.

But these stories, like most of the ones she told, simply tell us about time or place or other people.

Not about Noreen Angela Nutley Whalen.

Mom didn’t talk about herself.

She was an intensely private person; she held things close to her heart, pondered them in prayer, and sorted them out in solitude.

So it is the stories that she didn’t tell that are actually more revealing.

About her gentle, selfless nature; her resilience; her courage.

Like the one about her first fiancé, who was killed in a terrible train derailment a few months before they were to be married.

Or the story about losing not one, but two, babies as a young mother who yearned for nothing more than a large and loving family.

Or how she lost both parents and her only sibling by the time she was forty, after having left them behind in Chicago when she moved to Philadelphia to be with Dad.

And then how she almost lost him to a massive stroke soon after that.

Forget about the war stories that would typically accompany the parenting of six kids, the fostering of a few more, and the sheltering of several others, all while working full time, running a daycare in her home, and taking care of a sick husband.

We would be here all day if I attempted to recount the indignities she endured for her family, the challenges she faced with quiet fortitude, and the countless sacrifices she suffered in silence.

Mom never spoke of these sagas; she respected us too much to share our shortcomings with the world; she loved us too much to complain.

What she did share with us, however, was her faith – her faith in a God who is loving, gracious, and forgiving.

It was unwavering, and it was what kept her going when the plot lines thickened, when the unexpected happened, when the stories didn’t end happily ever after.

She shared her hope with us – her hope that “tomorrow would be a better day;” that some day the kitchen counter would be clean of crumbs when she woke up in the morning; that one day we kids would stop bickering and realize the many blessings we had in each other.

That was her greatest hope.

And mom shared her love.

“Always, and in all ways.”

It was how she signed her cards and gifts to us; it was how she lived her life.

Asking for and about others; listening to others; thinking, always, only, of others; and giving of herself to them.

With the greatest love and kindness.

Always, and in all ways.

A few years ago, Father Silveri, one of the priests here at St. Joseph, shared with us a few words of wisdom about patience.

He said that love was patience with others, that hope was patience with one’s self, and that faith was patience with God.

Faith, hope, and love, swaddled in patience.

What a gift.

My brothers and sisters and I were truly grateful for the gift of our mom, a most patient mom, a role model of faith, hope, and love, always and in all ways.

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… And I remember …

“Reenie’s Song”

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“Reenie’s Song” – Bio

Noreen Angela Whalen
Born January 6, 1935 – Died December 20, 2011
My mother

“Reenie’s Song” – Note

… My mother, Noreen A. Whalen, passed away on December 20, 2011 …
… My mother, Noreen A. Whalen, was born on January 6, 1935 …
… I can write those dates without a blink of an eye or a second thought …
… I just can’t write anything further about my mom …

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… and I remember my mom (and dad) every day …
… and I remember her crying when she found out her brother had died in 1974 …
… and I remember her teaching me how to iron in 1976 …
… and I remember her talking to me in the hospital in 2011 …
… and I remember my sister reading my mom’s eulogy on December 29, 2011 …
… and I remember her favorite song from 1972 …

“Reenie’s Song” – Video

… and I remember …