Monthly Archives: October 2022

Waiting for a Man to Die is Hardly a Plan

I have had many occasions of late to write about the things I believe regarding the unfortunate state of the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church today. Regular readers are not lost to the fact that I believe Jorge Mario Bergoglio to be an antipope. I have laid out the case before. I believe that Pope Benedict Ratzinger is still, thanks to an invalid resignation, the one and only living Vicar of Jesus Christ, “whether he likes it or not”, as the incredible Ann Barnhardt says.

This is not something foreign to the history of a two-thousand year-old institution. We have had somewhere in the neighborhood of three and a half dozen antipopes before. So what if it hasn’t been for a while? What makes these current days somewhat frustrating is the suspension of rational thought on the part of men who ought to know better.

Take for instance a man like Michael Matt. I will preface this by stating up front how much I respect Mr. Matt’s work over the years. Without The Remnant or even The Wanderer, would many of us know which end is up right now? And yet, from Matt we have the image campaign called “Recognize and Resist”. If I understand this correctly it means that The Remnant’s official position is that Bergoglio is “definitely pope” but that this Vicar of Christ must be resisted at every step because he’s evil. Think about it. He’s definitely pope but doesn’t do things a Catholic pope should do, so resist him. Something doesn’t seem right here. Again, he’s not Catholic but we still think he’s the pope.

If he actually was the pope then he is definitely the Vicar of Jesus Christ on earth. One would expect Christ’s vicar to not be, you know, in open defiance of everything that Christ’s Church has taught for two millenia. I could be wrong. But I’m not. I would like to know if there is anything Bergoglio says or does for which we should not resist him? At this point, he could state that the sun is a mass of incandescent gas and I would need a fact check.

St. Kateri, mural, Shrine of Ste. Anne de Beaupre, Beaupre, Quebec (unrelated to post)

But let’s take a look at those who lack the prominence of a Catholic publisher yet still hold the reigns of power where it really counts – the day to day lives of everyday Catholics like you and me.

Over the past few months I have had opportunities to speak with members of the clergy who have sway over important things in our lives. These things pertain to the preservation of the Latin Mass. I will not mention any more about the priests in question. It would not be helpful to any purpose. But in every one of my conversations I have heard, essentially, the following. “We get that he probably isn’t pope but what can we do? He’ll be dead soon anyway and things can get back to normal.”

Really? That’s your game plan? Oh boy, are we screwed…

But this brings us to a bigger question. We all know that the trad world is a very small world indeed. One might say that we are already “a remnant Church”. Anecdotally, I can attest that a majority of my fellow trad Catholics, including the priests, do not really believe in the validity of Bergoglio’s claim to the throne of Peter. It gets really shocking when we factor in the Novus Ordo priests who are starting to wake up as well. And believe me, there are not a few of them. We criticize the bishops of the Church for not speaking out and rightly so. We wonder if they aren’t simply afraid of losing their sees by making a public declaration. But what have we to lose? Are we worried about losing the friendship of the odd parishioner sitting next to us in the pew? Do we fear losing the respect of family members? Are we just like those who say “Yes, we know he’s a fraud but we cannot do anything more than wait for him to die”?

Isn’t it time we recognized the reality publicly and resisted the narrative vocally? I speak here more for myself than for anyone else. I will admit it is easy to write an anonymous blog. Yet, when it comes to speaking up face to face, there are still some people to whom I would rather not mention my true thoughts. And I know that time has come where I must be a man about it. We serve no good when we cling to truth yet fail to expose it. Because waiting for the problem to go away is not a plan so much as wishful thinking.

Pray for the Church, as Frank Walker says.

St. Joseph, guardian of the Holy Church, pray for us!

Repost from PRDh: “Our Masculine Strength”

Blogger and author Adam Piggot from Pushing Rubber Downhill penned the following in reference to the piece I wrote last week about male altar servers. It is definitely worth a read and I thank him profoundly for his kind words and keen insight. Also I’m not sure the verb “penned” works when referring to something that was typed but we’ll go with it and see if anyone cares. Finally, Mr. Piggot receives Harvey’s gold star of the week for the alliterative line: “Weekends away in the wintry wilds of Western Australia.” Nice. ⭐️

I once told a friend that the servers at Latin Mass, in particular, evoke a great sense of both pride and humility in me. Here we have – in some …

Our Masculine Strength

Saturday Night Quick Hit

I saw a headline today on Canon212. “Yahoo says: More Babies Need to be Aborted to Solve America’s Diaper Shortage”

My wife and I would have loved an army of offspring. I hear it’s a very Catholic thing to do. He gave us two and they are the joy of my life. But long before I “tradded” I knew this was what God asks of couples entering marriage – to lovingly accept ALL the children He gives them. Being the 14th in my own family might have tinted my worldview here but who’s to say?

Stations of the Cross, Sacred Heart Catholic Church, OKC (unrelated to topic)

Reading that particular headline made me shudder. I say this with absolute conviction. I would lovingly take the children that others don’t want. In a world where a shortage of disposable plastic waste collection systems prompt men to suggest child murder as the solution, perhaps this petition should go into my novena to St. Rita.

Mary, Mother at Calvary, pray for us!

Lovely Rita

And not the meter maid…

Yesterday as I was leaving Mass I got an email from a reader that blew me away.

The reader had been touring the Cathedral of the Immaculate in Monaco and stumbled across our favorite saint of impossible causes.

St. Rita statue, Cathedral of the Our Lady of the Immaculate and St. Nicholas, Monaco

The reader had said a prayer for yours truly and my family. I am most grateful. As I have said, she’s begging us to seek her intercession and waiting to obtain great favors for us. Remember as well, that Rita, like all saints, is great because she points directly to Our Lord Jesus Christ. In her case, I imagine the thorn in her brow serves as an arrow pointing heavenward. She was devoted to the Blessed Mother and intimately united to her spouse, Jesus Christ.

Bring her your petitions.

St. Rita, pray for us!

The Les Femmes Ladies Had Me Both Laughing and Wretching at This One

The blog Les Femmes, authored by some amazing women who’s pro-life activism over the years is nothing short of inspiring, have a brilliant post up today that really made me laugh… until it made me spew chunks. Let me explain.

At the bottom of the piece – click here – is an embedded video of the Synodal Gay Ways theme song. I laughed first at the paragraph above this video. Their description of just how faggy this ditty is made me question if I had ever heard Haugen, Haas, or Schutte before. “Could this one be that horrendous?“ I mused. Side note: in typing the word “ditty” above, my phone autocorrected first to “dirty” and then to “Soddy”. Seems appropriate.

Go check out that link and tell me if you don’t instantly recognize that this synod is all about the bone ponies. Have a bucket handy. By the way, the opening notes sound ripped off from Gloria Loring’s Friends and Lovers.

Lord Jesus, have mercy on us!

Reason 48 Why I Homeschool My Kids

Apart from the oh-so-obvious (see list below), teaching my offspring at home just makes life interesting for me.

Today I got to dazzle my daughter with my 30 year-old retained knowledge of Fr. Henle’s First Year Latin and dazzle my son with my guess work learning about glaciers and aquifers. Now I have the word “Ogalala” stuck in my head. Also, did you know that 20% of the world’s freshwater (which itself is only 2.75% of the earth’s water) is found as groundwater? Betcha’ didn’t care either. But now you do. And knowing is half the battle, as GI Joe would say.

St. Anthony, stained glass, Sacred Heart Catholic Church, OKC (unrelated to topic)

On the Latin front, we’ve taken to speaking in the manner of the textbook. As in, “You see the dining room. You see Amazon boxes. You see early Christmas presents and Daddy’s gadgets and Mommy’s new sweater. You see a Gaul. The Gauls do not praise the Romans because after the war the Roman’s made the Gauls their slaves.”

It never gets old.

Mother of Divine Grace, pray for us!

Oh-so-obvious Reasons to Homeschool

Ensure your kids learn the most important thing in life or death – the authentic Catholic faith.

Ensure your kids learn other things like how to communicate properly.

Ensure your kids don’t get shot.

She Bore Eternal Love

It has been a whirlwind of a few days for me. Between company going and coming and going again, and all the multiple airport runs that entails, I have been caught up in a beautiful festivity.

This day just passed was the feast of the Maternity of the Blessed Mother. This happens to be a feast on the “old” calendar that was stripped from the new. I cannot for the life of me figure out why a hierarchy that seems to detest motherhood (let alone authentic women) would want to suppress such a feast. Remember when he said our mothers needn’t “breed like rabbits”? What a vile and vulgar man…

Todays Mass from my hand missal.

I remember in seminary when our weekly rector’s conference was replaced one week by an aging couple who appeared at the pulpit in our chapel to teach us seminarians all about the joys of natural family planning. Oh they checked all the boxes of NuChurch fabulosity. They kind of reminded me of Bob and Penny Lord but without the charm. Plastered smiles and helmeted hair… Keep in mind that Aquinas was nowhere on our reading list; but NFP? They made sure we knew every in and out and, well, mostly out. It seemed to me that the number one priority of a priest was to teach couples how not to create souls for God.

My brother texted me this evening. “Did you celebrate John XXIII?” My reply, “Gross,” apparently was not what he was expecting. No, instead I started the day at the start of the day – midnight – in Adoration and singing 35 minutes of Marian hymns with other parishioners as a gift to Our Mother. I rounded out the day with my 15 decades and a sung Mass.

While I was kneeling during the canon, incense still billowing through the sanctuary, a thought came to me. Our Lord gave us this Mass because he loves us. He loves us enough to have died for us. And he loves us enough to give me – a degenerate and faithless sinner – a way to tell Him I love Him too. This Mass, this liturgy is His. It is His gift to us for it is His sacrifice but also because it is not an invention of man. Read the Fathers. Read Fortescue. Read the seers and visionaries and all the Catholic prophecies. Christ Himself showed us how to worship Him. This is in stark contrast to the New Order Mass written by Freemasons on a napkin in a cafe.

And then it really hit me. This is all possible because Mary is a mother. She was the living tabernacle of the Son of God. She suffered with Him in His sacrifice that I now kneel before. And He brought her body and soul to His glory. My Mother, your Mother is queen of Heaven and Earth because she is a mother.

Moms out there, let that sink in next time you doubt your vocation.

Mother Most Holy, pray for us!