Daily Archives: June 9, 2014
And it came to pass the oh so shocking news from Ireland revealed themselves as one of the most hysterical pieces of anti-Catholic hysteria in the hysterical history of the hysterically Anti-Catholic, and utterly anti-historical, Washington Post.
The deaths apparently all, or reasonably all, accounted for. Most of them apparently certified at the time with regular death certificate. The records obviously public since inception. The percentages of child death mortality certainly not much different from what happened, in comparable situations, all over the West in those years. The use of the septic tank very possibly due to the fear of contagion, that is: to the desire to protect the health of the children. It now appears there might not have been any use of the septic tank, at all.
Boy, what an embarrassment. At the Washington Post they must fancy themselves half-stoned college student experimenting with their own little mini-rag.
This wasn’t only rabid anti-Catholicism. This was anti-Catholicism so virulent that it could not even wait to have a clearer target to shoot at.
Catherine Corless might have been brutally and shamelessly misrepresented, or she might have given some ground to misrepresent her. In both cases, when the person cited as source distances herself so clearly from the media outlet and accuses them of misrepresentation, a sound newspaper would start thinking whether heads should not roll, because here it appears as I write the fabrication has been on a scale that has nothing to do with journalism anymore.
I am old enough to remember my grand-aunts talk to me and my cousins of children mortality in no dubious terms. It was, in fact, the normality of the world they had grown in. To them, what was new was the great amount of children who survived in my time!
The journalists of the Washington Post have no basic historic knowledge, having spent their school and university years talking about women or gender issues instead of learning some history; therefore, they find it utterly natural to jump in excitement every time something is different than in their own little world.
Someone should have the nerve to tell them that no, there was no penicillin around in those times; and no Wi-fi, no smartphones; not even the Internet!
Now, this story here will die very fast. Unless, there is, the enemies of the Church seize the moment.
I talk, here, of all those prelates for whom the preconciliar Church is the enemy, and no effort must be spared to accuse, discredit, and vilify them. They could, methinks, start where the potheads of the Washington Post will have to stop, and start the usual pious exercise of self-flagellation that is, if you look at it, a very thinly disguised flaying of the pre-conciliar Church. They could stage all the media circus of the “apologies”, the “enquiries”, and the rest, at the end of which a clear message would stand: the pre-conciliar Church was rubbish and we are all wretched sinners anyway, so why single out adulterers and sofomites?
Yes, I am more scared of the enemies within than of those without.
It’s the V II in its latest version, released in March 2013, and called Bergoglio 1.0.
Father Z has a rather astonishing post about Paul VI discovering the abolition of the Octave of Pentecost, and the subsequent duty to wear green instead of red vestments, on the very morning of the fact.
One does not know whether to pity or despise more a man who, whilst in charge as Pope, is so disinterested in liturgical matters that he must be informed on the very morning of momentous liturgical changes he has himself approved. The show of culpable dereliction of duty and outright incompetence revealed by the episode is quite breathtaking.
Possibly even worse, though, is the man’s reaction at the discovery.
He weeps. And does nothing.
Paul VI was certainly conscious of being the Pope. He must have known, then, that the powers of a Pope go far beyond weeping; they extend, in actual fact, to reigning.
A Pope upset enough at the discovery of a liturgical opprobrium that he even weeps about it, but then does nothing about it albeit it is perfectly in his powers to act, shows a kind or ineptitude and a lack of resoluteness, an absence of the most basic qualities required in a Pope, that one can only see as do disgracefully unmanly as to border on sheer effeminacy.
Mind, I was never sold on the one of Paul VI’s homosexuality. It seems not realistic to me that Paul VI may have been homosexual without the facts leaking out with such self-evident force as to become a huge weapon in the hands of those who hate the Church, from common atheists to activist Communists to militant sodomites, to Protestants of all flavours.
But truly, reading episodes like the one above one understands how the suspicion could arise. This is not a worthy Successor of Peter, but a weeping girl so out of his depth that the evil people around him can do whatever they please undisturbed, and not even fearful of any of their changes being nullified by the Pope.
It is, to me, the source of ever renewed amusement that a Pope who was decent once in fifteen year of pontificate should by some be considered a sort of hero who stood firm like a rock on the impact of a huge wave of change.
The contrary is the case. Pope Paul stood like a frightened little girl in the midst of a marauding pack of Hell’s Angels bikers; pretty much always, with one notable exception; and remaining, as the little frightened girl, so shocked at the reaction to Humanae Vitae that he did not write any other encyclical letter for the following eleven or so years of his pontificate.
Pope Paul VI not only all but abdicated his social and political role, but he also oversaw the slow destruction of the church whilst doing pretty much nothing else but weep.
He will be beatified in October.
Such is the post conciliar church.