Daily Archives: December 8, 2015

Criticising The Pope: A Reblog

Criticising The Pope: A Reblog

Pope Francis Asked To Change Course Or Abdicate




The great, great news is here.

On the day in which the very dome of St Peter has been sacrilegiously abused to promote Francis’ one world religion (and i wish I had time to report on all the antics of this man; I would have to retire and do this full time, and it might not be enough) a petition signed by heavyweights of the Catholic Faith very publicly asks the Pope to change his ways or go away.

The text is beautiful, and I invite each and every one of my readers to follow the link and read it there (including, of course, the libellus). I obviously encourage you to follow the suggestion and add your name to the petition. 

As I have said very often in the last weeks, things have come to such a point that it is for us, the Laity, to start to vocally ask the Pope to become a Catholic already or go wherever he pleases, and also to start encouraging the sane part of our hierarchy to ask Francis to cease and desist from his heretical activity. 

At this point, I do not think our bishops and cardinals can simply sit out this papacy and await its natural end. But I also do not think that we can be satisfied with doing nothing merely because our shepherds do not want to lead us.

This day, which begins a long-term “false mercy offensive”, has turned out to be rather historical for all the right reasons. I do not recall of having read of a similar initiative in the recent past. It is, it seems to me, a rather unprecedented step fully justified – nay, made necessary –  by the unbelievable succession of heresies, blasphemies, and assorted attacks to Catholicism and to simple, honest Catholics relentlessly put in place by this evil man.

Please follow the link. Please add your name to the petition. Please do whatever is in your power to stop this evil Pope. 





Gabriel’s Message




The Packed Church


And it came to pass your humble correspondent was at Mass today, and the church was packed. Not “more people than expected” packed; rather “no space to go back to your pew after Communion” packed.

Your humble correspondent, sitting there in the middle of that mass of people, rejoiced, and did not even wonder – as his cynical nature forces him to do everytime he is at your garden variety V II Mass – how many of the present were against, say, abortion or sodomy, much less contraception and premarital sex. What I found striking is that so many people had found the time, in the middle of their busy day, and had decided that God comes first, and all the rest second.

I also wondered how many of your garden variety V II priest have reminded the faithful, last Sunday, that today is a day of obligation in the UK. I do not think they are many. Where I attended last Sunday – a very sad experience, of which I chose not to write – there was no such reminder, though the priest was noted for his high-pitched, vaguely disquieting voice and general demeanour.

But let us go back to today. Your humble correspondent sits there, in the middle of that packed church; and cannot avoid thinking that come rain or shine, Evil Clowns or Angelic Shepherds, a merciful Lord will move the Elect to the right behaviour, and to a good death when their time comes. The times we are living must have, in fact, another phenomenon in place: that God sends on earth an awful lot of Reprobates, who of their own will – and still in accordance with the plans of an Omnipotent God – will merit damnation.

Who knows, perhaps there is a secondary FrancisEffect in this: that some people – perhaps tepid Catholics, perhaps lapsed ones – will be encouraged to rediscover the religion of their fathers; not because of any non-existing orthodoxy of the man, but exactly because they hear what Francis goes spitting around and immediately think: “this is not what I was told!”, thus setting in motion a process of rediscovery.

Perhaps so. Perhaps I am bring my usual optimistic self. Perhaps I am, in fact, clutching at straws.

But it was beautiful, today, to sit in front of a church that reminded me of the masses of my childhood.



Asking For Mercy

The Year of False Mercy begins today.

Yours Truly profits from the occasion to ask the Lord that He may, in His mercy, free us from this Pontificate.

We do not deserve such mercy, of course.

But how merciful it would be!


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