Monthly Archives: November 2022

A Mighty Remnant and a Humble Thanksgiving

Last week I wrote a post about the state of the Traditional Latin Mass in the Diocese of Metuchen, NJ. Friends, I never imagined such a topic would ever cross my radar, let alone that I would write about it, yet here we are. The gyst of my piece was that Bishop Checcio (to call him a buffoon would be an injustice to buffoons) is essentially terminating the TLM in his diocese. In my piece I wrote that anyone interested in finding either a TLM or a traditional priest willing to offer a TLM in that area could write to me privately and I would assist as best I could.

And you wrote to me. In greater numbers than I would have imagined. The Bishop of Arlington recently wrote to his flock a friendly letter that my father would say should have actually been a telegram, as in, “FU. STOP. STRONG LETTER TO FOLLOW. END.” He wrote to tell them that he had to move the locations of the TLM’s in his diocese because Fwanciss told him to. In his letter, in an apparent attempt to justify the situation, the good bishop noted the “only 2% of the faithful in his see regularly attend the ancient Mass.” I’ve spoken with high-ranking priests in Arlington and even they don’t know exactly where that figure came from. One of them even admitted to me that using the number, even if completely verifiable, was not a good look for the bishop. It makes it sound as though, “Well, hey, there really aren’t that many of you going to this ‘thing’ over here so it’s OK that we totally shove you into a broom closet.”

Instead, what was reinforced for me over the weekend is that there are more of us out there than we may realize. More to the point, those of us who are out there are strong in our convictions and eager to help each other. Look, I get that I am relatively new to this community. I only started attending Latin Mass a little over four years ago. Granted I go every day and I have completely immersed myself in this world. But I definitely recognize that I am a no-body on this scene. I try to be careful when I criticize giants within the movement, always pointing out the great good they have done in the past before zeroing in on whatever issue I may take umbrage with at the moment. Unite the clans and all that, right? But I 100% feel a great sense of humility when I receive emails from fellow trad Catholics seeking help from me on where to find the ancient Mass in their area. And I say a prayer of thanksgiving every time I receive such a note. I am truly grateful and, as those of you who’ve written to me know, I respond to every email that isn’t clearly spam.

Body of St. Frances Xavier Cabrini (absent the head*) underneath the main altar, Cabrini High School Chapel, Washington Heights, Manhattan (NYC)

I wanted to take the time tonight to publicly say thank you to everyone who has been reading this blog over the past six months since I re-tooled what was a blog about raising my kids. Thank you for following my rants. Thank you for your questions. Thank you for your prayers. Someone had a Mass offered for me tomorrow morning (Thursday)! I will not know until the dreadful day of my judgment why God loves me so much but I am happy that He does. He has given me an abiding love for His Church and the Catholic faith and a passion for writing down my silly thoughts and I, a faithless sinner, occasionally churn out something halfway decent by His grace. But it is because you read the things I write and interact with me about them that I feel like I’m not alone in this dreadful fight against the world, the flesh, the devil, and now the antichurch masquerading as the Bride of Christ.

My friends, let us continue to offer prayer and sacrifice for each other. To those of you who have been in regular correspondence with me, thank you for the spark of true Christian friendship. To those who simply stop by once in a while, thank you for checking in. To all who read this, say a prayer for me, for the Church, and for all of our priests and know that I am praying for you.

St. Francis de Sales, pray for us!

*The head of Mother Cabrini was removed from her incorrupt body after its exhumation and is in Rome. The actual body, shown here, reposes with a wax head.

The Trump Dilema

He made “the big announcement” tonight.

So do we forget the bungling of Coof?

Or do we jump on board the train and give him another shot.

I’m beat tonight so I’ll have more to come tomorrow. If you have thoughts, send them to me and we’ll discuss.

By the way, regarding my post last Friday about Latin Mass in NJ, thanks to all who have written and I’m still trying to get back to each of you. I really like the idea of starting this network.

I Told You, Elections Do Not Matter

So Katie Hobbs defeated Kari Lake in Arizona?

If you still believe elections in what was once the United States matter worth a hill of beans you must be as brain dead as the puppet at the top. We know what they’ve been doing on a wide scale level for two years now. And they just did it again.

Put not your faith in men…

Virgin Most Pure, pray for us!

Beautiful Sunday

Today was a beautiful Sunday for my family and me. We did nothing out of the ordinary. We went to a high Mass, came home and had breakfast together, and generally spent the day together and at peace. I recognize the great blessing this is from God. I also recognize it is not always like this on Sundays for me. So on the days when we have these blessings I like to make sure to be particularly thankful.

A Break from the Insanity – And God Gave Me a Son

Two afternoons ago, I walked into my house after running errands to discover my 14 year-old son sitting at the counter in the kitchen and poring over documents. To be honest he looked like a cross between a 1950’s TV lawyer and an 1890’s dime store novel detective. If he’d had a monocle, he would’ve been wearing it.

The 12th Station, mosaic, St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, Philadelphia, PA

“What on earth is all this?” I asked.

My boy, really my young man, looked up briefly, locked eyes with me, and folded his hands.

“Father,” he said pensively, “I’ve purchased a square foot of land in Scotland.”

My expression changed rather quickly to one bit of bewilderment but of absolute befuddlement.

“Huh?” was all I could muster.

He paused a moment and then capped his initial statement of his real estate prowess with the following.

“Now you have to call me… Lord.”

Good night everybody.

St. Joseph, pray for us!

TLM in NJ…

On Canon212 just now is a link to an article detailing the fate of the ancient Mass in the diocese of Metuchen (NJ).

First, Metuchen… This diocese was carved out of the Trenton Diocese in 1981 and received as its first ordinary a young-ish auxiliary bishop from New York named Ted McCarrick. McCarrick remained at the helm of the fledgling diocese covering affluent suburban Central New Jersey until he was transferred to Newark in 1986. The diocese was then headed by Bishop Reese (*correction: Hughes, Reese was bishop of the neighboring Trenton Diocese at the time*) who was succeeded by Bishop Vincent dePaul Breen, a man who suffered from early-onset dementia, at one point even forgetting the name of a young man he was ordaining to the priesthood – DURING THE ORDINATION RITE! I know this because I know the man it happened to as we had been classmates in seminary. Breen was followed by Bishop Paul Bootkoski (one of McCarrick’s auxiliaries in Newark who had served as Newark’s administrator for almost a year until the arrival there of Archbishop John Myers. Bootkoski had intimate knowledge of McCarrick’s crimes and had even been involved in at least one clandestine payout to victims. When I was in the seminary, the diocese was known to the candidates for priesthood as “Much-a-touchin'”. The current ordinary is a man who excused his flock from the meager obligation to abstain from eating meat on the remaining Fridays of Lent in 2020 because, hey, they had suffered enough with the then-just-introduced Coof lockdowns.

‘Nuff said.

Church of St. Patrick, Philadelphia, PA – one possible alternative to the absence of Latin Mass across the Delaware

Now then, the article on Lifesite lists as an alternative the chapel of the SSPX in Caldwell, an hour north. While this is certainly an option, it is not the only one. I personally know of several Latin Mass options for Catholics in the area of NJ in question. Due to the cloak-and-dagger nature of the current state of affairs, I will not publish them here. However, if anyone wishes to know where he may attend the Mass of the Ages in the Garden State, let him email me and I will reply.

St. Martin of Tours, pray for us!

Thursday Night Roundup: Now with More Vote Fraud!

Let’s Start with Rita

My new friend Andrew from St. Luke’s Gallery (do check out his site and his amazing work) reached out to me this evening with the following picture.

St. Rita statue, lower church, St. Patrick*, Philadelphia, PA

I am blessed to have been able to spread devotion in any small way to this saint of the impossible. She means so much to me and, as I can see, to many of you as well. Know that I am in a perpetual novena for all of you. Please, in your charity, pray for me.

Of Teeth and Matches

My lighter flamed out tonight. It was a Bic. No big deal. They last a few months and then, well, they die. No Last Rites, no Apostolic Pardon. They just eat dirt. I went searching in my emergency stash – my top dresser drawer – and found, among my meticulously folded underwear and a treasure trove of sentimental things I will never part with, the following.

Not what it looks like…

Imagine my surprise when I slid the box open to find not matches to light my Marlboro with but two tiny teeth in a little bag. It seems I know the Tooth Fairy pretty well these past 14 years and he seems to have left my childrens’ chompers there as a gift to remind me of some of the happiest times of my life. I needed to see that (especially now when my kids are practically old enough to vote and my reason for existence is questionable at best).

Upon This Priest Rock

There is a priest visiting my parish from Ireland. He said the noon Mass today. Pray for the priests. I was intrigued after Mass so I went home and Google-stalked him. Turns out our young Father gained some notoriety during the Coof-o-Rama by celebrating the Sacrifice on ancient rock formations along the coast of the Emerald Isle. if you know, then you know. Apparently not long after that he decided that the ancient Mass was what he needed to be immersed in. What a blessing to us in Traddyland! That did not , however, stop some of his detractors online from ranting about his being drawn into tradition. I found the following online and I share it for one reason that you will see presently:

“These Latin Mass societies should be totally and immediately suppressed by Francis and the Vatican. Their foundation and continuation is a direct attack on Vatican II and the intentions of the council fathers as regards the celebration of the Mass in the vernacular.”

If only it was an issue of vernacular language, you ankle-grabbing twit. Continuing…

“I’m surprised [bishop] is allowing [priest] to abandon the diocese he was ordained for to join up with these bunch of nutcases. What about the [diocesan] money soent (sic) on his training? He should gave been forced to do at least 10 years of service in [diocese] before indulging in this fantasy. Were I his bishop I would have given him a firm NO and told him to serve [diocese] or apply for laicization. The priesthood is primarily one of pastoral service. Not a way of indulging liturgical fantasies.”

“Primarily one of pastoral service”? You are retarded.

The priesthood is a sacrament whereby a man (you know, a full grown biological human with a Y chromosome, testosterone, facial hair, and male gonads who happens to not have any degenerate sexual predilections) is configured to Christ the High Priest in order to carry on the Sacrifice of Calvary. Pastoral service? Did you pull that line out of a Marty Haugen ditty or was it revealed to you in a fever dream?

Yes, pray for our priests who are under assault not only from the devil himself but also from his minions in the form of spongiform-brained hippie-dips with a slightly-better-than-DSL connection to the internets.

St. Patrick, pray for us!

*The original version of this post incorrectly labeled the St. Rita statue as being found in Ss. Peter and Paul. It has since been corrected.