If you were at Mass yesterday (and if you are one of my three UK readers I’d dare say you were) you will have noticed the initiative of the letter to be sent to your MP against the Cameron, Clegg and Miller abomination squad. One can debate whether it was smart to wait until so late (I don’t think it was, at all), but there’s no doubt there was a sense of urgency, and our (as, I am sure, most) homily was devoted to the issue.
I have read somewhere (alas, I can’t always remember where I read things…) some Tory MPs admit in private they receive eighty complaints about sodomarriage for every one about Brussels. This is encouraging. I am resigned to a clear defeat in the lower house (again, also due to the fact that the Church started too late to set the wheels of opposition seriously in motion), but I want to be halfway confident we’ll have much better cards in the House of Lords, and one never knows whether the Tories wake up, finally realise Cameron has mutated them in a bunch of wannabe stiletto-heeled trannies, and decide to act.
There are rumours about a coup this at regular intervals, the latest ones only some hours old and for the moment unfounded. Still, the way I know the Tory party they have the stabbing of their leaders down to a fine art, so there’s at least a modicum of hope. This, particularly if the Church starts an insisted work of demolition of the kind of abomination that minions of Satan like Maria Miller call “inclusiveness”.
If you are one of my three readers, I know you have filled your letter, and unfortunately it is now rather too late to ask you to spread the word about the letter among your relatives and acquaintances. This initiative might be successful, or it might flounder for lack of preparation and proper tam-tam. If this were to be the case, I hope no one will be discouraged, or will lend any ear to the usual prophets of doom and assorted Wormtongues preaching the embracing of defeat in order to avoid a worse one (one is reminded of some French bishops…).
We shall see. It is good wheels are getting in motion, but one always the impression this is an army with the worst generals ever appointed.
I have written some days ago about the impressive initiative (again, no thanks to Archbishop Vincent “Quisling” Nichols) from the roots of English Catholicism, with in the end around 1,000 clergy signing a letter to David “Chameleon” Cameron asking him to stop the so-called same sex marriage initiative.
The letter is impressive because as a start it gathered around one-quarter of the clergy, but one must now slowly wonder how long will it take for the others to join and take a stance; which, thinking of some of the priests and religious I have seen in this country might well be the first time in their life.
A rather notable momentum has been building in the last weeks, and there is no doubt the initial good-ism of our stupid, unbelieving, and prostituted politicians – who hoped to make themselves beautiful on the cheap to distract the attention from the economy – has all but ceased, for now. It is now necessary to keep this going and let the pressure mount.
Alas, something tells me for a sizeable part of our clergy even the signing of a letter defending basic Christianity is too much to ask, and they will be all too happy to sit on the fence and see how this goes. It they wake up one morning with perverts’ “marriage” they will simply invite their parishioners to “give witness of their joy” or similar waffle, continuing in the Western tradition of pastoral activity made of hot air and easy platitudes.
It’s truly time to wake up.