Daily Archives: October 11, 2012

Episcopalian Madness… (?)

This comes courtesy of Rorate Caeli, and one must say these Episcopalians have most certainly lost their senses…

Thank God they aren’t Catholics. Considering what is happening to holy and orthodox people like the SSPX priests, they would have the Vatican steamroller driving over them in no time…

…erm…

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OK… forget that…

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Let’s try again….

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A beautiful Mass in the Spirit of VII in Brazil…. Extremely solemn Novena….

Don’t get me wrong, I think the tune is fantastic, fantastic! But I wonder whether it might be… perhaps… not totally appropriate?

To stay in tune with the youth without losing sight of our beautiful liturgical tradition, I would suggest a couple of spirited Brazilian tunes which would, with their reverence and solemnity, give a solid contribution to the great flourish of the “spirit” which we now see happening all over the world after the historic event of Vatican II. The second video in particular has what in my eyes are great suggestions for a more relevant liturgy, while the first is, alas, too much male-centred.

Either way, they would make great suggestions for relevant, inclusive post V-II liturgical music, I am sure…

Mundabor

Cameron Drives Tory Party To The Wall On “Gay Marriage”

We should have known “gay marriage” wasn’t far away…

Those who thought Cameron a clever boy must be changing their mind very rapidly, as our man insists (for now)  in not wanting to ditch the perverted idea of “gay marriage” in the face of a growing opposition within the party.

We have seen the same attitude with the Lords’ reform, and on that occasion our man ended up with a historic humiliation, to which he was forced to avoid a defeat which would have put his permanence as Prime Minister very clearly into question.

Of course, Cameron has his motives. Firstly, he has this stupid idea that he can attract Labour voters without losing his own supporters; a  very imprudent reasoning even before the UKIP, and absolute madness now. Secondly, he has this other idea that values don’t count, votes do. Therefore, he goes where he thinks the votes are, and who cares whether the sane part of England is up in arms: as long as he thinks there is something to be gained, he will keep the course. Thirdly – and interestingly – he might be influenced – as conservative journalists started to theorise some days ago; perhaps trying to rationalise what must be sheer stubborn and political stupidity,but more probably hitting the bull’s eye – by the circle of liberal friends around his rather too liberal wife. A PM is a man too, and besides having his own domestic peace to maintain – Cameron is certainly no Duce at home; more likely a Neville Chamberlain –  one has to think that whilst the man might not give a damn about what a dozen million of country Tories think, he might well be afraid of losing face in front of two or three dozen of family acquaintances; with the added spice of sexual perverts no doubt well represented among them, as is de rigueur nowadays.

Well, it is becoming increasingly more evident the liberal wife is a luxury Cameron will find more and more politically expensive. The support around him is eroding visibly; he has lost long ago the aura of the knight in shining armour running to the rescue of Toryism, and those who don’t despise him certainly do not fear him at all (see Brussels, and Lords).

Now Cameron may console himself thinking – like the other populist trollop, Boris Johnson, who is at least popular that his message works rather well among the populace of the conurbations. What he conveniently forgets is that there are a lot of seat that have nothing to do with conurbations, many of them are in Tory hands, he has lost a number of them in 2010 and runs the risk of losing many more in 2015, as the UKIP slowly but surely emerges as the real Conservative party also for first-past-the-post elections.

It appears now up to thirty seats are officially in danger, and even our Chameleon must understand even half of that number would mean sudden death for a man who has been unable to win outright against Gordon Brown (who was the equivalent of Joe Biden without the smiles and an embarrassment for his own close relatives, and the family cat) and who must, absolutely must  deliver an outright majority come 2015 if he is ever to see Number 10 from the inside again.

Cameron does not get (not because he be so stupid; because he does not want to accept this simple truth) that he does not get much support from the perverts (who will vote Labour, or if they drink wine LibDem, anyway) but loses massively among the socially conservative who keep him in power. It’s a situation with no upside outside his (wife’s) circle of acquaintances, and as the elections approach we will see him increasingly criticised by the same pervert activists whom he claims to support. What a joke, and what a vote loser.

A more intelligent man (one like Kohl, say; at least before he lost the coordinates during his last mandate)  would now graciously steer the ship in the direction the party wants, without ever letting it appear as a concession or a defeat; actually, a man like the Kohl of the first three mandates would have rather avoided finding himself in Cameron’s situation in the first place. Kohl knew how to be arrogant, but his arrogance did not come to the point of letting him believe he can have his way just for the asking. He also had very sensitive antennae for the needs of his party boys on the ground, whilst Cameron prefers the support of his wannabe intellectual circle of friends and assorted sodomites.  

Cameron does neither the first (quietly get out of the choppy waters) nor the second (avoid being there in the first place) and he still insists in his and Clegg’s pet project (Clegg had a lot of pet projects; but they have been dying like flies…). Cameron  is, in fact,  so much in love with his idea of the glib “pragmatic” politician who installs himself in the centre and reigns happily ever after that he does not see that his subjects are growing restive, and the dagger might not be far away.

Let us pray the dagger comes before 2015 and, when it comes, goes straight through his heart.

After that, I don’t mind how glib he looks at his evenings with his (or more probably, his wife’s) “gay friends”.

He has deserved them, and they him.

Mundabor

Catholicism and learning By Heart

Not stupid at all: learning by heart.

One of the infinite stupid ways in which the post V-II world became stupid is the decision to abandon most learning by rote. I am surprised children still know the Hail Mary by heart, seen that even the simplest formulaic devotion seems to have been identified with some form of either oppression or lack of spontaneity; which must very bad, because the “new man” celebrated by Vatican II is far too free to have to accept authority and learn obedience, and  far too smart to have any need of being told how to pray or – Heaven forbid! – how to think.

And so it came to pass that the modern V-II man has altogether forgotten basic Christianity and – probably – hasn’t even noticed.

Take the ways of being accessory to another’s sin.  No doubt, in past times countless children had to learn the list – together with many other lists – by rote without any possibility of even “questioning” the wisdom of what was taught to them. They might have been simple people of the working class, possibly child workers or young field labourers or scullery maids, but they knew much more of Christianity – and had much better chances of escaping hell – than the oh so refined, twice divorced, champagne-sipping wannabe intellectuals of today.

Our progenitors knew more mainly because they learned by heart. This provided them with a set of tenets of the faith that would be always with them and would, whatever their degree of education, protect them from the biggest mistakes and from the snares of their own fantasies and outright silliness.

If the several millions of people who here in Blighty call themselves “Catholics” had had in past days to learn the  ways of being accessory to another sin’s by heart, they would not only refrain from senselessly repeating “do not judge” at every occasion like drunken parrots, but they would actually even be in a position to stop and correct those Anglicans, assorted Proddies and atheists who go around saying the same things.

You see, when the learning by rote went the entire edifice of everyday Christianity went with it, it being in time unavoidable that concepts once slowly and naturally absorbed in this way would now fade away from conscience and be substituted for soppy sentimentalism and a-christian feel-goodism.

Nor was there ever a chance that the deficit in mechanical learning could be mitigated by a renewed effort in sensible catechesis. Learning by rote was abandoned precisely because the clergy was ashamed of the very catechesis they were supposed to transmit, and it would be pure illusion to think the wolves would suddenly start to teach how to protect the lambs. The learning by rote had to go so that the knowledge could be conveniently forgotten, allowing the priest to substitute Christianity for the sugary potion we are now served every day, slowly ruining our spiritual health whilst pleasing our – erm… theirs – sense of taste.  

The same we have seen with prayers. An attentive exam of most prayers shows a hidden treasure of instruction hidden within. If we pray the “Hail, Holy Queen” (Salve Regina) every day, the daily reminder of the “vale of tears” will be enough to put us in guard against any new age tendency. At the same time, we will be reminded that she is our “mother of mercy”; that we are banished; that we are children of Eve; that our life is supposed to have its fair share of sighs, mourning and weeping, & Co.

Truly, this is already more  than many Catholics could correctly say if asked about the way they see this sojourn on earth; whereas most would today, if asked the same question, probably blabber some nonsense about some sugary concept of peace, love, tolerance, environmentalism, “save the Greek pets” (I kid you not: “proper” charity, seen at Waterloo Station!) and “do not judge”.

Sow the whirlwind of shallowness and cowardice in front of the harsh realities of the Faith, reap the whirlwind of lack of faith, lack of conviction, and lack of instruction.

It would be good if more and more priests would start to demand again from those entrusted to them – from the young boys and girls undergoing Catholic instruction to those adults desirous to convert – that they learn by heart, and repeat regularly, a series of fundamental tenets and prayers of the Church. They will learn a lot from the exercise, and will be equipped with a series of ready-to-use instruments which will come handy in the difficult phases of life, or even only when the friend or neighbour  starts with the “do not judge” mantra.

It will also be useful in order to remember that it is a work of mercy to, erm, bury the dead instead of scattering some ashes in some strange sort of pagan celebration…

By the by, the ways of being accessory to another’s sin are listed below.

I won’t go to sleep without having mastered them;  then if one waits for the right time, there will never be time….

I. By counsel
II. By command
III. By consent
IV. By provocation
V. By praise or flattery
VI. By concealment
VII. By partaking
VIII. By silence
IX. By defense of the ill done

Mundabor

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