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Certainly. Here is a Father Brown–inspired recasting of the material as a mystery story: quieter, more ironic, more psychological, and built around a priest who solves not merely what happened, but what kind of sin was really at work. The Mercy of Man Mountain

Father Martin was not, at first glance, the sort of man to whom violent people told violent stories. He was small, round-shouldered, and almost absurdly mild in appearance. His black coat never seemed to fit him quite properly, and his hat sat on his head with the air of something that had given up trying to look dignified. His face was ordinary enough to be forgotten at once, until one noticed his eyes, which had the disagreeable habit of seeming to understand a thing before it had been fully explained. He had come to the parish on San Jacinto Street to assist for a week while the pastor recovered from pneumonia, and in the manner of priests, doctors, and bartenders, he was told more than anybody had intended to tell him. By the third evening he had heard, in fragments and enlargements, about a thing the neighborhood still referred to as  the miracle on Cardenas Avenue . He heard it first from a widow who crossed herself when she mentioned it, then from a retired mechanic who laug...
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A revised version of the transcript: The Night Mercy Found Us Gunfire, brotherhood, and the grace that spared us

Looking back now, I can see that much of my youth was ruled by a confused mixture of loyalty, pride, and recklessness. At the time, I would not have called it that. I would have called it courage. I would have called it honor. I would have said it was simply the way we lived: if one of your brothers was in trouble, you stood with him; if someone challenged you, you did not back down; if a fight came, you fought. That was the code as I understood it then. Age has taught me that young men often  disguise  foolishness with noble names. We call it toughness, loyalty, or heart, when in truth it is often some unstable mixture of immaturity, fear, and pride. In those years I lived close to that edge, rarely thinking about consequences or how quickly a bad moment could turn into something permanent. One night at a party, I came closer than ever to learning that lesson. I was standing at the liquor table with a beer in my hand when Bobby Loco walked in. He was well over six feet tall a...

I sometimes wonder? Thank God for a sane voice like Tucker: @caitoz · 5h Nobody wants to believe they're the villain in the story. Nobody wants to believe their government is run by psychopaths who are inflicting unfathomable evils upon populations around the globe in order to rule the world. It's much nicer to believe you're the Good Guys. Much Show more Terry @terrybythebay The best measure of a civilized society today is how many people support Israel’s war on Muslims. 90% of Israelis can’t get enough bloodshed, but only 35% in the U.S. support it. This makes me hopeful for my country. Whether people will connect the dots, I’m less hopeful. 5:14 PM · Mar 10, 2026 · 1,840 Views

Caitlin Johnstone @caitoz · 5h Nobody wants to believe they're the villain in the story. Nobody wants to believe their government is run by psychopaths who are inflicting unfathomable evils upon populations around the globe in order to rule the world. It's much nicer to believe you're the Good Guys. Much Show more Terry @terrybythebay The best measure of a civilized society today is how many people support Israel’s war on Muslims. 90% of Israelis can’t get enough bloodshed, but only 35% in the U.S. support it. This makes me hopeful for my country. Whether people will connect the dots, I’m less hopeful. 5:14 PM · Mar 10, 2026 · 1,840 Views