Until not long ago most people were, in a way, simply educated. As a result, in what concerns big matters they would allow their betters, and their forefathers, to decide for them. The farmer of 1910 trusted what his forefathers had believed in matters of religion with the same natural, sound attitude with which he trusted them in matters concerning the way to run his farm. Likewise, he knew that he was simply educated, and that wiser or better learned people than him should be entrusted with the running of things above his pay grade.
All this collapsed in the Sixties. For the first time in history, the young generation could feel, and was universally recognised as, better educated than their parents. They compared their undoubtedly higher degree of conventional education with the one of their simply educated parents, and felt that the world was run by the wrong people, in the wrong way. Inebriated by a feeling of superiority – also fuelled by the many things their parents did wrong; their petty superstitions first and foremost – they started to throw away the baby together with the bathwater.
Suddenly, everything had to change. The dawn of a new age required a new thinking. Everything those old people were doing was simply old, and wrong. A vast exercise in collective hubris started to take place, and the very humility of the older generation, up to then a virtue, was now seen as a part of the problem, and the direct result of their lack of education and self-consciousness.
The older generation, made of simple people, often did not have the resources to articulate their thoughts. They saw their children where better educated, and had often undergone great financial deprivation to achieve that result. The rebellious and condescending attitude of their children was, in the end, exactly what they had worked so hard for. The rebellious son sounded rather stupid, or even evil to their ears; but hey, “they have studied”, would they say to themselves, and not without parental pride. The young began to win the war for the hearts and minds.
Here, the biggest catastrophe ensued: the Church, who should have remained a bulwark against this folly, decided to make friends with those who were – as it was abundantly clear by then – her enemies. The slogans of renewal were soon incorporated in the thinking and acting of our hierarchy. Predictably, the revolutionary process took its course even within the Church. The Aggiornamento never stops at Kerenski: at some point, you will get Lenin.
If the Church had opposed Her wall of timeless wisdom to the arrogance of those young people – who thought an accountant was vastly more qualified to decide what is right and wrong than a peasant – things could have been stemmed rather easily, and much of the revolutionary wave would have been stopped; but the attitude of the Church starting with John XXIII told the world exactly this: that the young accountants were now the leading force, and the old peasants had to change with the times; as the Church Herself was, in so many little and great things, doing.
When the time of a generational battle came, the Church hierarchy decided to side with the wrong side; possibly thinking, in the best cases, that in this way the revolutionary wave would have been domesticated, or asphyxiated in the warm embrace of a Church too strong and too dominant to be seriously damaged by them. However, it is clear by now that in many cases utter and totally willed complicity with evil was at work.
The new generation thought they knew better. Actually, they started to think they can decide (as opposed to learn) what is Right and what is Wrong. This attitude is, of course, vastly more arrogant and vastly more ignorant than anything their less educated parents ever were; but it is a vastly known phenomenon that people with a thin varnish of knowledge are those who think themselves smartest, and most educated.
As human things always go, the evil seeds of one generation became poisonous plants in the following one. The new generation started to reject everything even their “revolutionary” parents considered taboo. The first generation of destructors had still grown up with a sound foundation, the second did not have even that. What followed is a moral vacuum filled with the cheapest sentimentalism imaginable, the deification of “love” in whatever form, even perverted lust, and the astonishing confusion between goodness and allowing anyone to do anything with himself, including planned annihilation.
“Would you be happy if YOUR love was outlawed?”, said the message outside a well-know Londoner shop chain after Obergefell. This astonishing senseless piece of childish stupidity would have had the allegedly uneducated peasant of 1910 laughing out loud, but the allegedly far better educated young people of today are unable to even see what functional retards they have become, what total absence of thinking lies behind this emotional, brainless fluff unable to even recognise the possibility of anything like good and bad, provided they can sacrifice on the altar of the new god of their functionally retarded minds, Lurv.
The West has created, in only two generations, an army of stupid oxes utterly unable to think logically, without any concept of morality, without the slightest idea of right and wrong, and manipulated at will by a bunch of proto-communists who hate everything that is sacred, and in many cases certainly side with Satan. How more intelligent, and how less prone to manipulation were their peasant ancestors: who, though not educated, had firm coordinates concerning right and wrong, justice and injustice, true love and veritable abomination, the law of God and the sinfulness of man.
The modern Functional Retard has a degree in something often useless even in real life, and almos always utterly unusable to get to heaven. In this Country, he is not unlikely to be even unable to spell. But he thinks he is well educated, and able to decide what it right, or wrong, or “love”.
Retards with a useless degree, prepped for hell in huge numbers. This is what the last two generations have given us.
The Chuch hierarchy, collectively considered, has been an accomplice every step of the way.
And it came to pass yours truly was, a couple of months ago, attending Mass at one of the Novus Ordo parishes that are still not difficult to find in his parts, taking the temperature of the local churches.
A leaflet at the entrance talks about the inability of adulterers to receive communion, and describes it in terms of “exclusion”. It falls short of saying that this exclusion is “wrong”, but at the same time this “exclusion” is compared to Christ’s “inclusion”. The leaflet was not signed.
Father is your typical V II product: oily ceremonious, utterly unmanly (though not effeminate), and speaking in a sanctimonious, slow, low tone voice. You know the type. The love child of Uriah Heep and McDonald’s. He asks whether someone wants to volunteer to be the reader, because the readers haven’t showed up yet (and he seems to know the types). No takers I am afraid. Father keeps smiling.
The mass begins. One arrives late and is directed straight at the lectern. No readers for the second reading. Who wants? No one? Embarrassment all around. Father does not even think of being a priest and doing what priests do. A child of the apparent age of ten is finally chosen as mama encourages him to go there and do his best.
The boy can’t read. No, I mean he can’t read. He stotters and staggers over every word less than entirely banal, takes his time to read it, then dares to speak it. The boy is clearly mother tongue, and clearly not retarded. The scene is so embarrassing I would like to disappear; but hey, this might be the typical reading skills standard of an English boy of an apparent age of 10 in the Year of the Lord 2015. It is, by now, abundantly clear having Scripture read by a functional illiterate is still vastly preferable to Father than having to do it himself. I’m sure it’ s not laziness, but simple cult of V II.
The homily is so boringly stupid I struggle not to sleep. It clearly has five main concepts: poverty, poverty, poverty, poverty, and poverty.
The “choir” consists of five old parishioners, sitting in the pews behind me. The most tone-deaf people I have ever heard opening their mouth and sing in a church. Embarrassment again, with added pain. I am absolutely sure they were “the choir” because no one else wanted. These five, by the way, had been chatting aloud before Mass like it’s afternoon tea time in the garden. I don’t think there was any arrogance in it, just pure ignorance.
After Mass, Father has some communications:
- The rota of the readers is more and more neglected. People just don’t show up.
- The rota of the cleaners is like the rota of the readers.
- Less money is donated than it used to be, this or that initiative might not be possible next year.
And there stays yours truly, wondering how this man can be so thick that he does not understand his pathetic excuse of a mass literally drives all but the oldest away from it, and his spineless oily behaviour causes him to be despised to the point that even those scheduled to read at mass do not think they should do him the courtesy of showing up. Mind, I am not saying they are not attending Mass elsewhere, or at other times; but they do not show up when they said they would, because Father is just irrelevant.
When even your readers do not show up, Father, don’t be surprised that the money doesn’t come in, either. Your parish is dying, and deservedly so. In a number of years you’ll have to find another parish to demolish, if the money if there for that in the first place.
Perhaps should we all become more “inclusive”?
Excellent interview to Cardinal Burke, translated on The Radical Catholic. The interview merits to be read in its entirety because of the many interesting views of the Cardinal concerning Liturgy, Vocation, Catechesis and much more. As always, this man proves a blessing for the Church. May he, one day, wear a Tiara, and I am sure he would, in this case, really wear one.
As so often, though, Cardinal Burke shows the symptoms of a well-spread disease: the V II bug.
The leitmotiv of the Cardinal is that everything was pretty fine before the Council, and the big problemS started after it. This is as if I would say that Hiroshima was very peaceful in that late morning of the 6 August 1945, but the atomic mushroom caused untold damage. I would, in this case, simply omit to mention that an atomic bomb was dropped, which alone caused that atomic mushroom.
The bomb thrown in the middle of the successful, solid, well-ordered Catholic world was the Second Vatican Council. That it was an atomic bomb all right, and of planetary dimension, is abundantly clear from the radioactive Catholicism now spread in such vast parts of the planet. The bomb of Vatican II was dropped. Everything that followed from it had to follow like the atomic mushroom followed the dropping of the Hiroshima bomb.
The Second Vatican Council wanted to make the Church fit for a “dialogue” with the world. In order to do so, it had to deprive Herself of those element which, because the most Catholic, made such a “dialogue” most difficult. There is no better example of atomic bomb thrown in the middle of Church life.
Yes, the Novus Ordo can still be very reverent. Yes, a small number of priests will be exemplarily orthodox. Yes, sound catechesis will still be more than possible. But still, when you throw an atomic bomb you must expect an atomic mushroom, and it does not make much sense to lament the fallout without mentioning the explosion.
The Church must be cleansed from the radioactivity caused by V II. We must deal with the cause of the problems we see everywhere around us. Only the elimination of the roots of the problem will put an end to the current troubles. Without the radical extirpation of V II there will be no serious repair of liturgy, quality of clergymen, or catechesis, because all these problems are the direct consequence of what V II was meant to be.
I think Cardinal Burke sees that, though he would not say it exactly with these words.
It would be good if this thinking were expressed clearly in interview, because Francis has led things to the point where the origin of the trouble must be recognised and dealt with without any sense of respect for… an atomic bomb with a timer thrown in the middle of the Church.
The recent post concerning the heathen masquerading as a Dominican got me thinking a bit more in general.
There is no news of the parishioners of that disgraceful heathen masquerading as a Dominican leaving the parish in droves. I have not read any condemnation coming from local newspapers, or from his bishop. Clearly, in the nuChurch of Vatican II the denial of Christ is business as usual.
I wonder, then, what would it take to wake these people up. And so, I think, should you.
If covering Christ in church so as not to disturb people who are offended by His very sight, in His very home, does not suffice, what would? A priest celebrating Hanukkah? (Oh, wait!), or Ramadan? (Oh! wait!), or allowing a Buddha statue to be posed on a Catholic altar and worshipped? (Oh, wait!)
If this too does not work, what, then? Pope Francis smoking dope in public? They'd think it very cool. Pope Francis officiating a Pinocchio Mass? Oh well, he did it as a Cardinal and “the Holy Ghost wanted him to become Pope” anyway. Pope Francis officiating a Tango Mass? Oh, but our merciful Bishop of Rome loves obscene dances, don't you know?
In short: two generations of dumbing down Catholicism to “God loves ya” Kindergarten stuff level have created sheep who are so uninstructed, or stupid, or presumptuous, or all three together, that there is almost no scandal a priest or even a Pope could not get away with. The official, automatic reaction will always be that he is the priest, or the Pope, and therefore what he does must have his own reasons, and happen with full consent and the quality seal of the Holy Ghost.
I do not see any other possible reaction to this than by being very vocal, brutally so if needs be, about the Truth. Vocal enough, and brutal enough, that at least some of the faithful – the ignorant, rather than the dumb, and certainly not the presumptuous – may be suddenly woken up by the symbolic slap in the face they receive by reading some good, old, unpleasant truths without much fluffing around. A faggot is a faggot. A heretic is a heretic. An infidel is an infidel. Calling faggots “gays” etc. does not change reality one bit; it only helps one to ignore it.
Another element that I find necessary is ridicule. Much as the sensitive souls are scandalised by anything that goes beyond the slightest sign of respectful disapprobation, ridicule is a weapon that was always employed against the enemy, and whose great effectiveness has been recognised since the dawn of time. As there is no enemy worse or more worth fighting than… the Enemy, then ridicule must be employed liberally as a result. Unfortunately I do not see around anywhere near what I think is necessary, particularly referred to TMAHICH; which is another reason why I keep posting about the subject, and the man, the way I do.
The vast majority of Catholics are dumb sheep. Ignorant, stupid, or arrogant. I suspect that in most cases, you could veil Christ and give the church over to Jews for their own heathen worship, and they wouldn't bat an eyelid. The way you open their eyes – or at least try – is by being very blunt, and covering heretics and heathens of all sorts under a truckload of ridicule.
When the “cool” effect is gone, a lot will be achieved. When the masses realise that this Pope is massively criticised by orthodox Catholics, we will be in with a chance. When proud skirt-chasing bishops are shamed in public, lessons might be learned for the next appointment. When heathen Rabbinic Dominicans are shamed and ridiculed, their bishops or superiors might start to take a harder look at their own people. When it is a shame to attend in the church of a Jew masquerading as a Dominican, the sensible souls will eventually open their eyes and attend somewhere else.
This is not tea and scones. This is not about the weather. This is a war. A war waged for the conquest of countless souls, including our very own ones. Every soul is a battlefield. Everyone who takes a seat in front of the keyboard is taking part in the battle, whether it is fought by him or for him. This is not the time for pussyfooting. Heathen is who heathen does, heretic is who heretic does, and the like.
Think of this, and reflect that every soul is more worth than the entire universe, and will exist forever when the universe is long gone. Then, you have the idea of the importance of this very old, but always new war.
The war is ultimately won already, but only as a final result. There is no guarantee we shall see any meaningful victory in our lifetime. Actually, we could live to see utter defeat in entire continents before we die.
Our generation may die defeated in our own continents and lifetime. But please, please let us not allow this to happen because we were afraid of saying “faggot” or “dyke”, or refrained from mocking a Pope not averse to show himself in public in what can only be called facial clown attire, or found it unpleasant to call a Heathenish Dominican a Heathen.
On this earth, we may win or lose. But let us not fight with a hand tied behind our back, and afraid of offending the enemy.
The news has been widely publicised that Archbishop Martin of Dublin has criticised those young Irish priests who, uncaring of the new Age Of Catholic Protestantism, insist with such an obnoxious and uncharitable nuisance as Catholic teaching.
The way the Archbishop criticises the young orthodox priests is very telling: they would be, we are informed, “conformist”, and “closed”.
Well I never…
Last time I looked, the first duty of a priest was to espouse conformism; to be, in fact, the very epitome of it. Or since when has anti conformism become a positive trait in a priest? Who is a good priest for Archbishop Martin? One who teaches his sheep that it is not necessary to convert anyone to Catholicism?
The same goes, of course, with the “closed” thing; a word which means nothing (the bishop himself is “closed” to pedophilia, surely?) but clearly conveys a clear message that orthodoxy itself must now be seen as narrow-minded. Which explains what “closed” means in this context: Catholic.
One seems to understand how Father Martin made a career, does one not?
Still: it is a consolation to know that in this vast lake of mud, Catholic nymphaeas in the form of orthodox priests are still growing here and there; so much so, that the Bishop must intervene, lest one day Ireland should become Catholic again.
You see: certainly, Francis is a huge problem, because before him the Popes were at least presentable. But the other and vaster problem is the very many little Francis running countless dioceses; they have been left, in essentials, unpunished and even undisturbed by those very same presentable Popes now so fondly remembered, and they were allowed to slowly infiltrate the ranks of the Cardinals. The accident of the election of one like Francis to the Papacy was therefore, given time, unavoidable given the mentality with which the former Popes have made their appointments.
No, I do not think the Cardinals – most of them anyway – really knew what they were doing. But when you have so many rotten apples in the Sistine Chapel, it is unavoidable that at some point one be given a Mozzetta. Which he will then, rather coherently with his rotten thinking, refuse to wear.
My prayers are with the young orthodox priests in Ireland, whose Catholicism so much alarms the Archbishop; and with all young and less young priests who take their vocation seriously, and believe they will have to give an account for it one day.
Frankly, I very much doubt Archbishop Martin has the same belief as them.
And it came to pass that the priest announced, not without a tone of very special satisfaction, that on that particular festivity a total of seven priests would be concelebrating the Mass. Not, mind, all from the same Country, but from several of them, located in three different Continents.
Some “ahh” and “ohh” of delighted surprise was clearly audible, as if the showmaster had announced a guest of particular importance. Thankfully, most remained perfectly silent, and yours truly thought that perhaps, just perhaps, we will avoid the deepest part of the pit.
At the consecration, you would have thought it was the closing ceremony of the Olympic Games: fourteen arms stretched to make what the celebrant was doing perfectly well anyway; of which twelve, mind, belonging to priests rather perfectly inactive the rest of the time – the altar “boy”, perhaps in his Seventies, would certainly not be displaced so easily – and who at least helped by the distribution, thus showing the air fare from India or Mexico has been a wise investment after all.
Was the consecration more effective because of the fourteen stretched arms? Was it more “international” because the arms belonged to priests from three Continents? Is there a special grace in having India and Mexico represented?
The older I get, the more I am persuaded that Catholicism's problems are to be looked exclusively among Catholics; then if the latter had not become afflicted by bad clergy and the dreaded aggiornamento disease, they would still be so powerful that no homo lobby, no Nazi prosecutor, no Merkel, no Cameron and no Obama would dare to go head on against them.
The last example of the advanced state of decomposition of Catholic thinking in the head of people who define themselves as Catholics comes from a well-known forum, where a commenter seriously asks what is the problem if a couple of wannabe “married” sodomites want to receive communion.
The commenter opines that the two wannabe “married” fags might live a oh perfectly oh chaste oh life, and why should we, therefore, conclude that they are doing anything wrong?
There are people for which even public scandal isn't enough to deviate from their usual “who am I to judge” mentality, and who would probably need for the very sin of the sodomites to take place under their very eyes before contemplating the possibility that something fishy is happening.
The very fact that scandal is happening is nothing to them. Even the fact that these two people choose to add to the scandal the further attack to Christianity of their mock “marriage” isn't a problem. They will insist in being blind, and stupid.
You might say that such a one is probably an homosexual troll trying to infiltrate a Catholic blog with a fake “charitable” attitude meant to confuse the poorly instructed, but I doubt this is the case. It is far more likely that comments like the one mentioned are more obvious cases of the same effeminate, brainless, and utterly uninstructed mentality that has taken hold in so many Catholic heads in the last decades.
When Catholicism is reduced to soppy sentimentality, the desire not to see the evil becomes a very comfortable way to avoid having to confront it, and to “feel good” in the process. This mentality is obviously encouraged and amplified by the “do not judge” crowd, of whom Francis, disgracefully reigning, has now become the undisputed leader.
It's not the Obama and the Cameron that will, ultimately, cause the persecution of the Church.
It's the stupid Catholic clergy, and their even more stupid sheep.
Another very interesting blog post from Father Ray Blake concerning, among other things, a poorer Church.
Whilst this is not the only interesting point Father makes, I would like here to write some reflections on this issue.
It seems to me that particularly after V II poverty has been vastly overrated, if not almost deified. Reading about the Church of the past I never got the impression that the Church feels the need to be poor, or that there be any particular grace in being poor. True, God's providence works with everything, and poverty can be an excellent way to grow in holiness; but in others, poverty will lead to degradation or outright revolt against God, so again there is no indication poverty is a blessing in itself.
Padre Pio did not treat his rich followers differently than the poor ones, nor did he consider them second-class followers. In all ages, pious people have used their riches to give us the massive monuments to Christianity that we find all over the Christian world. Even today, in many countries, an awful amount of the expenses of the Church is actually paid by the rich (I wish I remembered where I read here in the UK donations from wealthy individuals make 40% of the total income). Whilst everything can be a vehicle of God's grace, and God may use poverty and financial misfortune as a medicinal remedy, or even as a special sign of affection for those He loves – and whom He will allow to get, through their poverty, nearer to him – I don't think it can be said that poverty is desirable in itself. If it were so, Catholics would not seek to alleviate poverty, but would rather limit themselves to congratulate the poor for the blessing so copiously showered upon them from God; and the more starving, the better.
In fact, we see that the contrary happens: the poor is given the chance to grow in holiness through patience, perseverance in prayer, lack of envy for the rich, gratefulness for their help and useful activity to better his situation if he can; and the rich can grow in charity by helping the poor, using God's grace ad maiorem Dei gloriam, and grow in charity avoiding the sin of pride, loving the poor and the afflicted, and understanding wealth is, like every other grace, given to one so that he makes good use of it.
This is not the narrative I see too often around me, and which rather states the childish equivalence “poor, good” and “rich, bad”. In this I see the sin of envy that causes socialism, communism, and liberation theology, and that this envy is covered under a blanket of supposed pious feelings makes it the more odious.
I make a point of saying a prayer for every obviously rich man I see on the streets of Central London – you see a lot of Ferraris, and the like – in the same way as I pray for every one I see on a wheelchair or with an obvious disability; not because I think that the rich is more in need of prayers than I am, but because it helps me to understand that God's providence works in the rich and the poor alike, and I do not need to be despondent, much less envious, because others have infinitely more earthly goods than I have.
I know, the one or other can take some saint out of context and let him state that rich people go to hell, & Co;, but these generally colourful encouragements to embrace one's condition or use one's wealth properly can never be used to go against the univocal Church teaching on wealth, about which I have written in the past (the search function is your friend).
The mentality that wealth is “bad” unavoidably leads to the other mistake that the Church and Her components must, consequently, be poor. Again, it is not known to me this is the way the Church traditionally saw itself. Rome alone has several thousands churches all telling a different tale. Granted, it can be part of the rules of a religious order that its members be poor, but such rules do not extend to the order itself, nor to parish priests, much less to the Church as institution.
If you ask me, the Church must not only be rich, but she must be splendid. She must have beauty and splendour to honour God, and the financial muscle to intimidate her enemies; her priests and bishops should be always ready to suffer persecution and death for Christ, but they should also live, whenever possible, in a way at least proportionate to the dignity of their office; if they have special powers and responsibilities, their outward appearance, residence, transport and general way of life should reflect their special role.
Modern bishops don't want to live in palaces, but they would also not be able to justify, with their Christian zeal, their living there. Their modesty is the modesty of the mediocre, and their simplicity the somplicity of the philistine who doesn't know beauty, and therefore thinks doing without it is no big deal; it's the modesty of the one who refuses the fine wine, because his horizon does not go beyond Pepsi. Many agree with such bishops, and with the Pepsi mentality.
Of course such people don't understand why the Church should be rich and splendid and powerful: they would want the Church to be as mediocre and little as they are. Of course they want the bishop to drive a Ford Focus and live in an apartment: they would be envious if he had a Mercedes S-Class and lived in a palace. Of course they want the Church to “sell her treasures”: they will never understand their beauty.
There is nothing wrong with a Prince of the Church living in a palace, provided he is a true Prince of the Church. Princes are not called to be poor. But they are called to be true Princes of the Only Church, rather than caricatures of social workers desperate for approval.
Give me a strong Bishop, truly committed to Christ, truly ready to fight the fight. I will, with many others, make some sacrifices so that he can have the palace and the S-Class Mercedes, the cooks and the servants, the glory and the splendour of the Only Church.
I have published yesterday a post about the shocking pictures now coming from Rio, showing the most irreverent, stupid, desecrating way of distributing Holy Communion one could imagine.
What does this tell us? In my eyes, this is a sure sign that evangelisation is clearly dead in the church of nice. The Bishop of Rome does not “judge”, but he can certainly entertain. His travels, his messages, his public appearances all tend to the same: promoting a gigantic mass exercise in feeling good, clearly coupled with the cult of one person.
Not only the Bishop's Brazilian show, but his entire reign consist of the spreading of a “message” entirely based on feelings, in which everyone is good, everyone feels good, and everyone has fun with Francis; with the excuse of a casually mentioned Jesus who, unbeknown to the Copacabana crowd, taught that not everyone is good, to feel sorry for our sins is obligatory on the way to purgatory, and this life is rather a vale of tears, and certainly not a permanent amusement park.
It is obvious people who receive communion casually handed to them from a plastic cup can have no proper idea of what Communion is. It is just as clearly evident the Bishop of Rome is not interested in teaching them, either. He is not even interested in the basics. What interests him is the cult of Francis, a cult he has been aggressively promoting since March, and with some success among those who neither are, nor want to become, sound Catholics.
How Catholic were the – vastly exaggerated; hey, the hype must go on – crowds who chose to have a beach-cum-event-cum-pope day? How much do they know of Catholicism? How much do they care?
Still: in their perspective, there might be nothing wrong in that. Does Francis show he is less shallow than they are? Has he dished them anything else than the stupidest platitudes one can imagine? If even the Bishop of Rome is an intellectual zero, why should they feel encouraged to improve themselves and grow in the faith?
Cheap entertainment is what Francis offers them, and cheap entertainment is what they take. That at the end of it communion should be casually taken from a plastic cup like as many children at the distribution of M&Ms is only the consequence of this.
Say farewell to evangelisation, or even proper catechesis.
Say hello to Circus Bergoglio.
On Father Ray Blake’s blog there is an interesting blog post touching on various topics.
What I found particularly worth mentioning is this section, that I allow myself to reproduce in its entirety (emphasis mine):
At the heart of St Vincent’s words is the notion of continuation, a timelessness and universality, ‘always, everywhere and by all’. The understanding of Catholic merely as ‘universal’ is a foreshortening, it is the timelessness of it that is important. In many ways the dismantling of the ancient liturgy following VII undermined the sense of ‘always’. If the worship after 1968 could be changed, so could the content of ‘the faith’ and if the changes were enforced from above, from Rome then surely this is also the source of ‘the faith’, Again, if the liturgy could vary so widely from Mass at the High Altar of Brompton Oratory, with traditional vestments and music and in Latin to Father X sitting on a bean bag wearing just a stole making it up as he went along, why could ‘the faith’ not also be variable. Despite its intention VII taught, subliminally at least, especially through the liturgy, that Catholicism was what Ratzinger would define as ‘Relativistic’, most importantly of all by Father quite literally turning his back on that which was held holy by past generations, if not smashing it with a sledgehammer.
‘The faith’ post VII, was not the faith of the previous generations, it was in a state of flux. The movement of the Blessed Sacrament in some diocese from the centre of the apse to a side chapel or a tabernacle in the corner of the sanctuary and rubrics restricting the genuflections of the priest, said what we believed yesterday about the Real Presence is not what we believe today, similarly the change in funeral rites from sombre black, the Dies Irae, intercession for the dead to Mass in thanksgiving for the life of the dead person brought in a serious undermining of one of Catholicism most important certainties about death and judgement, again it said what we believed yesterday, we do not believe today.
I agree wholeheartedly with Father Blake’s reflection.
To me, the consequence of this is brutally clear: the Novus Ordo must die.
It is absolutely true that the very fact that the Mass of the Ages has changed suggests that the content of the faith can be changed in the same way. The fact that this is simply not true does not change an iota in the collective perception; particularly if we consider that the New Rite was introduced exactly to signal the changes (not doctrinal, of course) going on in the Church.
The new mass destroyed mass attendance, and severely damaged the way Catholicism is perceived. This in turn caused the almost disappearance of the grandmother (correctly) teaching the faith to her nephews. Said nephews remained exposed to a priest that was, in many cases, a phony and a coward, desperately trying to look cool and to be popular. I could mention half a dozen of those from my youth without any effort. We all despised them and found them pathetic, and very unmanly. Then one wonders that there is a lack of vocations.
But really, the biggest bomb that was made to explode under the edifice of the Church was the introduction of the Novus Ordo. The Novus Ordo was wrong even before all the abuses that followed its introduction, because its very being “new” and its desire to signal “novelty” had to, had to, *had to* lead to those abuses and to the raping of the Catholic Faith.
Lex Orandi, Lex Credendi, Lex Vivendi.
Get the Traditional Mass, and you will end up with Pope Pius XII.
Get the Novus Ordo, and you will end up with the Bishop of Rome, Jorge Bergoglio.
My dear reader, the new season of madness that is coming upon us will see our faith attacked from all sides; from the media and from our friends, from the environment (at work, etc.) that will isolate us, to the worst treason of all, the one of the clergy suddenly “embracing” those things for which their grand-grandmothers would have slapped them in the face.
We must now expect many of the “how cool it is to be a conservative” camp to make a volte-face, and decide that yeah, the Church got that with homosexuality wrong these last two thousand years; hey, it happens in the best families; but look at how many people go to see the Pope as if it were the Cannon Man or the Bearded Woman! Hey, he must be doing something right! Can’t you see how much the world luuuv him?!
Be ready. Be steadfast. Never waver. What the Church has taught to your grand-grandmothers, that is the Church you belong to. Novelties must have no effect on you. No amount of drunkenness of the Vatican II clergy must ever let you think that perhaps, perhaps one who says ten thousand times what was right is now wrong might have an argument. He hasn’t. This is Goebbel’s method. Just repeat the lie long enough, and most will end up believing it is the truth.
The sirens of pacification, suggesting that you go with the flow and simply embrace all the shallowness, stupidity, and outright heresy of the times make – even when they are in good faith – the work of the devil. There is no way sloppy theology can be right, exactly as there is no way guitars at Mass can be right. There is no way it would have been right for Pius XII to be a “Renaissance Prince”, and it is right for Pope Francis to mock “Renaissance Princes”. There is no way God or Christianity have “changed” and the Holy Ghost is now, under the stewardship of Francis, changing the course after the first 2000 years of introductory experiment.
The next years are going to see a polarisation in the Catholic camp: as those who love to call themselves (vaguely) Conservative but do not care for the conservation of Catholic values “embrace” Francis’ devastation of Catholic tradition and abetting of perversion, a minority of people who really care will continue to say it as it is, in the serene knowledge that Truth is unchangeable, and those who try to tamper with it will pay a terrible, terrible price.
As to this blog, I invite you to read its headlines: tradidi quod et accepi, and Catholicism without compromise. They will continue to be the guiding lights of this effort; and if one day the Bishop of Rome dances a passionate Tango with his buddy Monsignor Ricca in the middle of St. Peter’s square, or produces himself in a dance dressed in a pink tutu, I will first ask myself what my great-grandmothers (in my case, the grandmothers would be more than sufficient) would have thought of it; and what Pope Pius X, or Pope Pius XII, or Padre Pio would have made of the event; and what they would have thought – you know perfectly well what they would have thought – I will also think, and there you have it.
Stuff “change”, stuff the new times, stuff the fashion and the bollocks of an unbelieving clergy only interested in popularity and short-term quiet. The mere idea the new times could not be lived with the instruments of the old ones is the very core of Modernism.
Thanks, but no, thanks. Give me the old religion, and may the Lord give me and us the force to bear whatever price for our faithfulness we may be called, one day, to pay.
There was a video of either singing bishops, or people singing in front of bishops, from the WYD. This video was published by Rorate Caeli, Father Ray Blake and EF Pastor Emeritus, but they must all have linked to the same Internet location, whence the video was now pulled out probably following the, ahem, less than enthusiastic reception.
Unfortunately, whilst the video might have been pulled out, the stunt did take place.
Following the motto oportet ut scandala eveniant, yours truly asks for a reliable and stable link to the event.
I understand we will have to be strong. But if we are to endure Bishop Francis, we will have to anyway.
After an observation or two in the comment box, it is perhaps fitting to say one or two words about this little effort, so that any uncertainty that there might have been in less attentive – or less assiduous – readers is definitively dispelled.
1. Read the statement from Robert De Piante on the right hand column of this blog:
What Catholics once were, we are. If we are wrong, then Catholics through the ages have been wrong.
We are what you once were. We believe what you once believed.
We worship as you once worshipped. If we are wrong now, you were wrong then. If you were right then, we are right now.
This is probably the most famous statement expressing in just a few words the essence of traditional Catholicism. It is there for a reason. I do not exclusively employ the term “traditionalist” because I think that “conservative” Catholic also perfectly fits the bill, though in a wider sense. Since this blog’s inception almost three years ago, pretty much all of my posts have been tagged “traditional Catholicism”. If some post isn’t, it’s because I forgot. My blog “line” (the one you also read on every search engine) is also very telling: tradidi quod et accepi, another famous traditionalist “punchline” commonly associated with the SSPX.
2. My blog posts in support of the SSPX are very many, though they are certainly not enough in number or worthy enough in their quality. I do not think I have ever been ambiguous in my approval of their work both in the present time and at the time of the disobedience/refusal to close down the seminary in Econe/appointment of the four bishops. Where I stood in the matter of the preambolo dottrinale is also very clear to everyone who reads my blog with a minimum of regularity and attention, and I dare to say I have made myself clear in as open a way as I could without thinking I was failing to show the proper respect to the office – and in the case of Pope Benedict, the person – of the Pontiff.
3. I attend very often Novus Ordo Masses, and will continue to do so. This I do because I fear the effect that an entrenchment on the Traditional Mass would have on me, given my uncompromising nature and the resulting tendency to incendiary emotions and hardline militancy; emotions and militancy that can be very dangerous, and might well lead me astray unless I recognise the problem and act accordingly to counter them and soften my approach. Therefore, as long as I have no doubt that the Novus Ordo Masses I attend to are sacramentally valid, I plan to continue to do so for as long as I see the danger of slowly slipping into Sedevacantism if I don’t. I also see it as a form of penance, when I reflect that our sins (mine, and yours; not only the clergy’s) are also a cause of the present mess.
Through the participation to a second-rate – but by all means not invalid – Mass, I figure I show the Lord my loyalty to the Church even when it hurts, and at the same time keep my inner religious arsonist in check. But this does not mean I think you should do the same. The Novus Ordo is vastly inferior to the Traditional Mass (I do love to call it “Tridentine”, by the way), and if you can and want to attend it every time, more power to you. For the same reason (obedience to the Pope in as much as I can without conflicting with 2000 years of Catholicism) I go to confession to Novus Ordo priests, as I have up to now never met a priest in the confessional who was such a clown as to make me think, after due reflection, the absolution was not valid. I think most of my readers do the same. Or you can say this: as long as I think a Novus Ordo priest can provide me with a valid absolution, I personally see no reason to confess to an SSPX priest. But if had valid, constant reason to fear then I would happily recur to the services of the SSPX priest. But again, personal fears play a role in my decision: the day I decide a NO priest isn’t good enough, how far am I from Sedevacantism? You may not have the problem. I do. Novus Ordo confessor is it, then.
Still, either the SSPX have supplied jurisdiction, or they haven’t. As I am persuaded they have, after long reflection and opportune readings I have reached the conclusion that I can’t see how this should not be extended to confession. The SSPX priests also obviously think in the same way, and as I would trust my path to salvation much more eagerly to them than to the most conservative of the Cardinals, I can’t see anything wrong in that. In times in which the Popes are bad Catholics, a religious order can certainly be more Catholic than the Pope. Since March, I’d say this is not difficult at all even for a properly instructed layman. The Holy Ghost never promised the Pope would be a good Catholic, or would know the Ten Commandments, or wouldn’t be a murderer, a robber, a fornicator, an accommodating coward, or a pious nincompoop. Read the contract attentively, it’s in the small print.
4. In consequence of all the above, I think it should be clear enough to any reasonable reader what this blog is about. I notice, though, here and there a certain tendency – again, perhaps the fruit of insufficient reflection – to approve of what I write without considering what this necessarily entails. If you think that the SSPX are in formal Schism, then you must think that they endanger souls. If you think so, already the reading of the quote mentioned above and of the blog line should be reason enough for you to strongly disapprove of this blog, whose support of the SSPX is as staunch as its author can express with words. To behave any differently means either to take one’s own salvation lightly, or to read this blog because of the titillation coming from the enjoyment of my somewhat robust prose (and many thanks for the compliment!), but without sufficient reflection as to the values this little effort constantly tries to defend.
I do not write this blog for the sake of a vast audience. I have never searched popularity or approval. Wretched sinner as I am, I write this in the first place in the hope the Blessed Virgin will one day look at my effort and find it certainly inadequate and unworthy, but not entirely useless.
I take my salvation extremely seriously. I spend a lot of time thinking of it, praying for it, hoping for it, fearing for it. I have found that the best course to follow is to be on the side of 2000 years of Catholicism; no ifs, no buts, and most certainly no Pinocchios. Faithful to the Church always. Obedient to the Pope as long as that faithfulness is not challenged. Whilst I am sure the day I die many horrible sins will reemerge to haunt my conscience, I am very confident my support for the SSPX will be on my assets, not my liabilities column. You who read these lines, do you think the same?
My dear reader, please reflect on the consequences of your reading this blog. Be wise and do not follow it merely for the sake of emotional satisfaction and enjoyment of my somewhat, ahem, Italian writing style. If the SSPX is wrong, then they are entirely wrong, as is this blog. If they are in schism, then not only 2000 years of Catholicism are in schism but both yours truly and you are, with my approval of them and your approval of me, being an accessory in this sin.
Of course, I do not think they are in schism, because I do not think 2,000 years of Catholicism can be declared “schismatic” without contradicting the very essence of what Catholicism is. I think the safest way is to live and die on the side of these 2,000 years, rather than following the madness of a new way of thinking that came to power during the Kennedy/ Khrushchev era. If logic and common sense were not enough to persuade me of this, the immense devastation of the last 50 years would.
Stuff Pinocchio. I for myself will take my refuge, and put my hope, in the Church transmitted to my grandmothers and to countless generations of devout Catholics before them; then if we are wrong now, they were wrong then. If they were right then, we are right now.
Many thanks to Gerard Brady for pointing me out to an Eponymous Flower blog post exposing an internet site shamelessly dedicated to the provision of “dating services” to homosexual priests, in several languages.
I never thought I’d see the day, that’s all. Such is the extent of the devastation the endemic stupidity of the post-Vatican II era has caused.
I read around this Pope will be judged by history according to his ability of dealing with the restructuring of the Curia.
I’d rather say this Pope will be judged by history (and from the Lord above) according to his energy in dealing with sexual perversion within and without Church structures.
Read on Rorate the transcript (unofficial and unauthorised; I wonder whether a dementi will follow) of the latest free-wheeling thoughts of a Pope for whom to think of something and to say it seems to be one and the same.
A group of faithful offers him more than 3,500 rosaries prayed for him. Think how beautiful and moving this is! Would you not be moved at knowing someone prayed one Hail Mary for you? When the Pope receives not 3,500 Hail Mary, but 3,500 rosaries he is not at all overwhelmed by the stunning beauty of this gift; instead, he takes it “with respect”, but he is also “concerned” at the practice.
The Rosary? Seriously? Do you think you live in the Forties? And come on, are you even counting?
Please visit Rorate and read there the entire text of the transcription; it transpire an atmosphere of mockery among the present, to which the Holy Father reacts by saying to them not to laugh, but clearly showing with his “concern” he thinks the same as they do, without the mockery.
For a Pope who goes around saying he is particularly devout to the Blessed Virgin, this is seriously beyond the pale. Actually, this is beyond the pale for anyone wearing a habit.
We live in times where, to put it mildly, what would be considered object of mild derision and cause of very sad reflections in a country curate comes from the mouth of a Pope with such astonishing frequency as to make it a part of everyday life, in the same way as the ramblings of the village stupid isn’t even noticed after a while.
In this case I don’t know about the village, but I don’t have many doubts about the stupid, because a Pope who has recently been publicly corrected about a fundamental tenet of Christianity – one that should be within the grasp of every catechised child – and insists in saying whatever happens to cross his not very well instructed or reflective mind without any problem perfectly fits the description. Can you imagine the Pontiff Emeritus talking like that? Can you imagine any Pope of the past doing the same?
And so we learn that to the string of pearls this truly astonishingly incompetent Pope has given us in less than three months another one must be added: don’t pray the Rosary because it’s so passé and for Heaven’s sake, don’t count them! I mean, do you think we are in the Forties?
I am now eagerly awaiting for the corrections or, ahem, “clarifications”, of the Lombardis and Rosicas of the world, explaining to us that the Pope is oh so very fond of the Rosary and by any means, feel free to count.
The worst of it is that the clarification might even not come.
What is cause for concern here is not the Rosary, but a Pope who is concerned about them.
My next rosary is for Pope Francis. I hope he won’t be too concerned.