Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

James F-ing Martin? Are you joking with me?

In my native New Jersey that sentence would read as follows:

James F-ing Martin? /Da Fuk Outta Here/.

The subject and predicate are understood.

You have by now, no doubt, seen the fabulous pictures and accompanying tweets by the Jesuit fruitcake (but I repeat myself).

I’ve had enough.

That’s it.

I’ve had enough.

I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.

Let me walk you through my life a little bit.

Richard Galdon? Ever hear of him? Priest of the Archdiocese of Newark from the 1960’s on. In 1986 he was arrested for molesting many members of the Boy Scout troop he oversaw and the altar boys. He heard my first confession when I was in second grade. Felt banners flew gently from the stone pillars as Dick said the Mass where I received my First Holy Communion. I didn’t know what he had done. It came out a few months later. Blessed Mother protected me. I don’t do “scouting”. Didn’t back then. I hate mocking the homeless so camping is not my thing. Didn’t serve Mass because I just wasn’t interested. Also, I think my parents suspected Dick was a creep. I’ll never forget our pastor making that announcement from the pulpit one Sunday morning and everyone thinking in shock that this was a one-off. My mom and dad sat us kids down after Mass and told us all about what had been told to us that morning. They were blunt. They were direct. And they made sure we knew in no uncertain terms that, priest or no, if we ever found ourselves in that situation we were to fight back and tell them and the police right away. Screw the chancery.

Ted McCarrick. Remember him? Years later he accepted me into his seminary. Didn’t take long to figure out it was a hotbed of homosex. Didn’t take much longer still to get kicked out for refusing to play the game.

I could go on. But you get the point. They were faggots. And I’m sick of their stranglehold on my Church.

Robert Prevost… Hmm…

Ann Barnhardt has publicly called him Antipope Prevost and you know what, I think I’m there. Ann’s a great lady and has done so much work to expose this rot. Ignore her at your peril. And, as she mentioned in her last podcast, no less a luminary than Cardinal Burke himself told her personally that we’re not in schism who doubt the validity of one man’s papacy. Thank you for that. Too bad the good Cardinal hasn’t done anything about it.

Today we see Martin the Queer posed up nicely with Prevost in the Vatican.

It’s so special! He’s going to continue the work of the previous antipope and “minister” to the sodomites! Lovely.

You know what I think?

When I walk down the street, if I see a man resembling anything close to Martin’s sachet, I cross the street. I don’t want to be near those demons and I sure as hell don’t want my kids near them either.

But Prevost poses with him. He allows him to publicize the message that he’ll continue journeying with him. Now imagine him posing with McCarrick, or Galdon, or Maciel, or Weakland. Take your pick.

There you have it.

Kind of says a it all.

Our Lady of Good Success, pray for us!

Folks, something seems off here. For the record that would be the first step in a series of observations culminating in a hearty, “I knew it!” Clearly, we’re not at the final step yet but something is strange.

***Lanugauge alert on this video.***

Look, we asked these questions and made these comments when it was Biden hidin’ stuff. It’s only fair to ask what’s going on now.

I pray everything is good.

This evening, friends, a good friend of mine stopped by and dropped off something he had picked up for me.

The author of this pamphlet was a dear man and a truly holy priest. I was blessed to come to know him well in the final year of his life. I had the opportunity to visit him in the hospital every week thanks to the goodness of another priest who has become a dear friend as well. Fr. Buckley inspired me every time I saw him in his final illness. He made me want to love Jesus Christ more and more. He made me desire to suffer for love of Christ. He blessed me on his deathbed and I will never forget that tender moment.

I have been asking Our Lord to direct me toward solid spiritual reading. Perhaps this little booklet is just what I need. I feel like Father sent this to me. And I am overjoyed. I almost shed a tear.

Say a prayer for Father (though I remain convinced he is in heaven with Our Lord and His Blessed Mother).

Holy Mary, Mother of the Saviour, pray for us!

I recently read a headline of Canon212 leading me to believe that San Antonio had a new ordinary. However, the new bishop in question is merely an Auxiliary Bishop.

For a moment there I thought we had lost Ricardo Montalban.

https://aleteia.org/2025/08/30/new-san-antonio-bishop-is-the-spurs-former-chaplain/

Was going to make these on what was supposed to be (in my mind) a beautiful final Saturday in an unusually temperate Texas. For reference it only hit 100 about three times this summer.

Instead it turned out to be raining cats and dogs.

I know.

I just stepped in a poodle.

I just heard that a young woman with whom my teenage daughter worked this summer died unexpectedly of a blood clot.

Pray for her soul, please.

Stay confessed. You know not the hour nor the day.

I’m seeing reports out of Minneapolis that there has been a shooting at annunciation Catholic Church and School. Students returned Monday for a new school year and would have been in the church for Mass at the time of the shooting.

A news anchor in the Twin Cities just said on air, “Probably a lot of parents have picked up their kids from other schools in light of this event and decided to keep them home today.”

Folks, it doesn’t need to be said, but you his is just one small reason why I keep my kids home all the time.

God have mercy on us all.