Earlier today, Ann Barnhardt posted her usual hot take/words of wisdom and as usual, yours truly couldn’t agree more. Go check it out. The interpretive statement, though, is that since the Roman Mass is apparently being suppressed in the hellhole city of Chicago, there is absolutely no reason to remain if you are a faithful Catholic.
I’ve been to Chicago many times. Years ago it was a happening place replete with all the things that make for a world class city. In the 1990’s and early 2000’s even, it was the beneficiary of the same circumstances that made for a low-crime urban habitation. Believe me, it wasn’t the Daly Machine either. As my late father, the actuary, pointed out to me once, it had to do with birthrates in the 1980’s. Seems there were far more baby girls born at that time than boys (statistically speaking). As young men commit the majority of crime, the crime rate dipped in large cities 15-20 years later, broken windows policing notwithstanding.
Ann called her that “dyke psychopath mayor”. In my repost of yesterday’s blog over on Gloria.tv I went with something similar. I was itching to call Lori Lightfoot exactly what she is but restrained myself. This proves once again that Barnhardt has far less native fear than I. So I’ll use the phrase “gremlin dyke mayor from hell” here instead.
Altar of St. Ann, Basilique Saint-Sauveur, Dinan, France
And I agree with Ann. There is no reason to stay in Chicago. And soon there may be no reason to stay in Dallas or Newark or Sarasota or Little Rock. You see, when they start shutting down the Mass, it’s time to leave. Only bad things can be on the horizon in places where Our Lord is persona non grata.
“But there are plenty of Novus Ordo masses in the Windy City!”
Can it, you breathless fool.
If I wanted to be “blessed” by a faggot holding an acoustic guitar I’d save myself the airfare and wait until Lil’ NasX was in town. Also, I’d never be caught dead at a Lil’ NasX show. How about you take your horse to the old town road and send it to the glue factory, Twinkle Toes?
This does bring up the interesting question. Are we already at the doorstep of the prophecy of Daniel? And what do faithful Catholics do when the mass is taken away from them by diabolical prelates? Folks, I don’t have an answer but I will tell you that I am clutching my beads, taking advantage of every Mass I can get to, and staying as confessed as possible.
And I think that’s the best advice I can give right now. Look, if they’ll do it in Chicago, they will certainly do it where you are. Make friends with solid priests. And when the time comes, be prepared to open your homes to them and to support them.
Soon after I hit publish on my post of last evening (“Fr. Z. Action Item…“), requesting my readers to join in with Fr.’s “Intention I”, news broke out of Chicago.
I speculated that the “I” stood for indult but that it might possibly be much worse than simply a return to indult days of the 1980’s where priests had to receive special permission to say the old Mass. No, the I stood for “Institute”, as in Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest (ICKSP, the Institute). The Institute is one of the Ecclesia Dei groups who, along with the FSSP and others, were founded in the early 1990’s and currently have a presence in 14 US cities including Chicago where their US province is headquartered.
Stained glass of my girl St. Rita, saint of the impossible, St. Anthony’s Catholic Church (an ICKSP parish), West Orange, NJ
Cardinal Cupich has decided to give the Institute the boot starting on August 1 of this year, some two weeks hence. Blase Cupich, the man who never met a liturgical abuse he didn’t love as evidenced by the many “abnormalities” not only tolerated but tacitly encouraged in his adchdiocese. Blase Cupich, the man who, years ago when he was just a tiny little baby bishop in Rapid City, locked TLM mass-goers out of their own church during Holy Week. Blase Cupich, the McCarrick boy who is essentially the E. F. Hutton of the Catholic Church in America. When Blase Cupich speaks, beta bishops listen.
That is why this news is so devastating. First of all, ICKSP has done nothing except to serve the Catholic population of any location where they have established a presence. Second, what Cupich does today, you can expect a number of bishops to do tomorrow. We can rapidly go from praying for “Intention I” to praying for “Intention F” and you all know what I mean by that (and they serve in more parishes than “I”). Wilton Gregory is rumored to be doing something similar to the Latin Mass in his see. The bishop of Savanah just announced severe restrictions on the TLM in his see – and his restrictions are weird because they come from answers to questions he posed to Rome. Savanah’s Latin Masses will be coming to an end on the oddly specific date of May 20, 2023.
On my flight home from a family vacation to Florida Monday, I watched a fascinating documentary. It isn’t what I had intended to watch yet it was what I needed to watch.
You see, I took the YouTube Premium trial a few weeks back and discovered that 1) there are no ads and 2) I can download and save videos for watching when there is no internet connection (such as on an airplane).
Typically I bring my laptop with me when I travel. This time, however, I decided to free up room in my suitcase for a suit jacket for mass. Typically my laptop has several episodes of a documentary series called Air Disasters already downloaded. It’s a show where airline crashes are reconstructed through CGI and flight cockpit recorders and then investigated. Some have said I’m demented for watching planes crash while on a plane. I just call it conquering my fears. Typically a gin or two are involved. You should see the look on the faces of the stewardesses as they pass me by in the aisle.
Just prior to boarding, my nephew texted me a link to a most amazing video. It was called “Every crash, Air Disasters seasons 8-10” and it was three and a half hours long. Alas, the airport wifi was not strong enough to download this video in enough time before boarding.
So, shortly after takeoff I went into my playlist to see what had already been downloaded. Perhaps, I thought, there might be something good to watch on the three hour flight back to Texas. I did download these videos after all. I must have thought they were worthwhile.
I found exactly five videos. Two were Malachi Martin/Bernard Jansen interviews. Two were actual full episodes of Air Disasters that I have already seen.
And one video stood out for viewing. Keeping with the theme of the one year anniversary of TC, I nailed my video selection. It was the story of a young priest who accompanied those on the margins. He was a man who understood the tribal inculturation of the people he served. He was a humble man who lived true poverty of spirit. He was a man who – you know what? It was Archbishop Marcel LeFebvre. There. I said it. I couldn’t use any more Francisterms on gay synodal ways and sodocompaniment without vomiting.
I love this picture of the man. I’ve even grown my own beard out just like this.
Excellent movie. if you didn’t know, LeFebvre was a truly humble man who gave his life in service to the Church. I highly recommend it. Im linking it below.
Let’s Start with the Lace (since that’s why you came here)
I posted a picture of a statue yesterday. The statue was of John XXIII. A longtime reader and friend emailed me the following.
“Take a look at the lace on the John XXIII statue!! :)”
Here’s the picture once again.
Must be a rigid trad with all that lace. Looks like Grandma.
15 Years
Today is the fifteenth wedding anniversary of yours truly’s wife (and mine as well). It’s been a hell of a ride. Over the past fifteen years I have realized that if there are two words by which I wish to live, they are charity and humility. I have also come to realize that my wife is the single most charitable and humble human being I have personally known. She inspires me in this regard daily and I am thankful. These are, by the way, the virtues associated with the Passion. Perhaps she’s trying to kill me. Or save my soul. She has quietly and patiently taught me as much as my own father did how to be a husband. Also, she is somehow – and I truly mean this – more stunning today than When I first met her. I love her. Here’s our wedding song.
We’re a little different…
18 Years
Today would also have been the eighteenth birthday of one of my nieces. She was just shy of her second birthday when God called her home. I’m sure a lot of you are familiar with Ann Barnhardt’s producer/sidekick “Supernerd” and his Tiny Princess. I’ll give you my niece’s name because my sister (her mom) wants nothing more than for everyone to ask her to obtain great favors for them. So do not forget to call upon Fiona in your troubles. She’s gotten her godfather – me – out of a few scrapes.
I am so blessed In so many ways. Both my father and father-in-law are dead. That may seem morbid but… That also means I am both the son and the son-in-law of two widows. Two wonderful and incredible widows. And every day I get to offer my daily mass intention for my wife, children, and our mothers. Remember, abusing the widow is one of only four sins that cry out to heaven for vengeance. So conversely, caring for them must be the right thing to do. Fortunately I love caring for these two women who have both shaped me into the man I am. I live close to my mother-in-law. I see her every day at mass. I am 44 years-old yet I still learn from her. I respect her and honor her and teach my children to do the same. I live 1500 miles from my mom but I love her (obviously) and respect her and honor her and teach my children to do the same. They are both magnificent ladies and I am blessed that I can help pray for and care for them in any way God allows.
Today, Sunday, I got up and headed out of the condo we stayed at in Bonita Springs, Florida. We had been attending an FSSP parish for daily Mass while here. Their Sunday Masses are early so we decided to drive north toward Sarasota and visit the FSSP parish there for a 12:30 Mass. Don’t you know that their 12:30 was cancelled today? Trying to remember that as father I am sort of like the episcopal head of my household (at least according to Augustine), I stood up in the empty church and read the introit, epistle, and Gospel and then lead my family in a Latin rosary. We even chanted the Salve. Being after noon, we looked to find another TLM to attend. Unfortunately there were none.
Beautiful church even without mass. Christ the King (FSSP), Sarasota, FL
I go back and forth on this one but I asked my Guardian Angel to help me decide rightly. I even checked in with my nephew who is also my godson. He was partly instrumental in bringing his old godfather into the Latin Mass. Should we attempt a Novus Ordo? Even these options were limited. I looked online to find one parish with a 5PM Mass. They proudly proclaimed they had a “Ministry for Circus and Traveling Performers”. Im not joking. A literal “clown Mass”. The other church I found featured a picture of the pastor on their “Welcome Page”. He was an older man, wearing a white button down shirt and jacket and holding a shih tzu. So he’s clearly a fag. I made an honest effort to get my family to the mass of the ages and it was cancelled. No, I am under no obligation to worship God at a rite where He is mocked by faggotry and clowns.
Nonetheless, my mother-in-law wanted to receive Communion. Understandable. Later in the day, I drove her to the clown parish so she could do just that. I even entered the church and stayed through the homily. Here’s what I heard.
*Remember, the NO and TLM are in theory different forms of the same rite. Then again under the provisos of TC they’re not. Can anyone tell me what’s going on here? That’s right. There are two churches. Got it? Got it…
In the NO Mass, the Gospel was the Good Samaritan. I personally read the TLM Gospel so I know it was not that. The clown priest gave a sermon that was 25 minutes long. In it, he said that 1) we should stop treating animals like they’re just food and in this way we can be more like the Good Samaritan; 2) the Church should stop selling her monasteries and this is how we can prevent the drop in religious vocations; and 3) all the people sitting in the pews should teach their children to love God because He loves them and that this is how we stop the loss of faith.
Let’s. Review. This. Crap.
1) Animals (especially the tastier ones like cows) are food.
2) We can stop selling off monasteries but with no one to fill them they’re kind of wasted. Also we could stop buying condos in London. Just saying.
3) You don’t have to tell me precisely but I guarantee that every person in this church this evening (30 max and average age of 70) has children who are already grown and contracepted for years because priests told them it was fine and dandy. See how that works, Father?
Do I believe the clown priest validly confected the Eucharist? Yes. And that’s why I think God is not thrilled to have been called down on that particular altar. Or table.
On the plus side, my wife picked up an examination of conscience at the TLM parish. It was on the back table. We read it together during lunch. We had a good laugh. There was one for the “Mr.” and one for the “Mrs.”. The one for the Mrs. asked an awesome question.
“Do I tend to my husband’s needs in so far as ironing his shirts and hanging up his ties, jackets, and pipes?”
I love the fact that in 1954 (when this one was written) the assumption was that I would have more than one pipe needing to be hung up.
Note to self: buy more pipes.
We went to dinner at the end of this long day. We’re just outside Sarasota. It’s like Key West but minus the public man/man action. I didn’t want to use the word “faggotry” twice in one post. Also, thanks to Ann Barnhardt for coining that term in one of her podcasts. I use it daily. Our waitress was a doll. A working girl who worked hard and had a smile on her face the whole time. I tipped her very generously because to not do so when I can would be a sin.
Friends, it’s bad out there and getting worse. Say your prayers. Protect the widow and orphan. Stand up for the worker when he is being defrauded by Amazon and China and Joe Byron. Manfully represent your heterosexual (natural) family by truly loving your wife and kids and in-laws. Protect human life with all your strength. God gave you as men that power to do these things. Call upon His Holy Name and He will work through you and you will do marvelous things. I didn’t see anyone oppressing the poor outright today, but defend them too!
Be men. Be women. Married couples, love one another according to the dictates of Ephesians 5. And husbands, you damn well better be willing to die for your wives.
And let’s put a nice bow on it – wear a suit while you’re doing it. I did. It was from Brooks Brothers and I looked damn good all day.
I wrote yesterday about a ramp up in positive Coof tests. My friends, the gayest chest cold of the century has a new variant and it’s called… ready for it?… BA.5. I’m not sure if that’s pronounced Bee-Ayy Dot Five or if the dot is silent and it’s pronounced like I thought – Fagatron.
I heard from my source in law enforcement, a beat cop in a large northeastern city, that several of his colleagues have also tested positive in the past week. Still think I’m grasping at straws? Think again.
My day was thoroughly amazing in the best way possible. I began with 6:45 AM Latin Mass. On that note I must make somewhat of a correction to something I said yesterday. I wrote “Go to Mass. The Roman Mass.” A friend reached out to me within minutes to ask why I was “hating” on him and his Byzantine confrères. First, my audience is mostly TLM Roman Catholic. Also, the point was more about adhering to tradition and not Bugnini. If you are Byzantine and you can get to a daily Divine Liturgy, do it. I had wanted to include a quote from Robert Hugh Benson’s Lord of the World. I cannot find the actual quote but it regarded the abolition of the Eastern Churches and it made me chuckle when I first read it.
Senator McConnell
I spent many hours on a beach today. Southwestern Florida’s Gulf Coast is stunning. Before I headed out I received an email from a fellow blogger. I had initiated the conversation by thanking him for listing me in his blogroll. Please visit his blog by clicking here. Seems he and I have a common interest in advocating that men dress like real men. Toward that end, I stepped onto the beach today like a man would’ve looked on Coney Island in 1910. Don’t laugh. Blue and white striped tank and navy trunks. I’ve never been one to want to bare all on the beach but I think this look adds an element of class to the whole “skinshow” that is modern American beach attire. If I’d had my dad’s old boater hat and a ukulele with me, well, I’m glad I didn’t.
Side note: I met an Irishman today who told me that I’d never be mistaken for having Irish ancestors. Apparently, the fact I tan better than George Hamilton and have blonde hair means I have something other than Irish in me (despite my thoroughly Celtic pedigree). I blame it on the Vikings.
And speaking of stepping onto the beach, the environmentalist whackos (God, I miss Rush Limbaugh) have succeeded in ruining a beach outing. Large signs in the parking lot warned that this was a “no smoking beach” because there were sea turtles nesting or some such nonsense. This from the same people who push a theory of evolution predicated on survival of the fittest. In this case, I am fitter and therefore I should win. If my cigarette butts disturb your nesting perhaps you should evolve harder.
I did strike up a conversation with two lovely women seated next to us. I connected my Bluetooth speaker to my phone and began to play my merengue playlist. I grew up in Jersey and this is South Florida after all. It turns out these two women were from North Bergen, NJ. We have mutual friends. They appreciated the bronzed white boy from 1910 playing their Cuban jam on the beach in Florida. They gave us recommendations for beaches tomorrow.
You see, friends, there really are no strangers, only Cubans we haven’t met yet.
Florida locals discuss tortoise reproduction.
Nuestra Señora de la Caridad del Cobre, pray for us!
About two weeks ago I remarked to my wife that several things were both odd and imminent at the same time.
1.) Joe Byron (AKA: Tuesday Pudding) and his minions/handlers need something on the level of Spring 2020 Coof-o-rama Drama to re-emerge on a national level pretty soon in order to implement national mail-in balloting. They need this in order to steal the next set of elections.
2.) Coof-o-rama is totally coming back.
The next day I got a message from my son’s boss. Side note, my 14 year-old son makes me proud every day. He actually wants to work. He found himself a job. It isn’t much and the pay isn’t great but it suits him and, at his age, it’s about the best he’ll get. He has told me that he knows a man’s job is to work hard to provide for his wife and kids or otherwise to work hard as a priest who says mass every day and hears confessions for many hours. Love that young man. Anyway, the boss informed me that my son’s supervisor, a 24 year-old young man, had “tested positive” for the Chinese sniffles.
“That’s odd,” thought I… It’s late June. He didn’t appear sick when I saw him earlier in the day. Also, it’s late June.
Three days later, a friend of mine texted to tell me that she and two of her daughters had all tested positive for Wuhan Wing Wang. Of her two girls, the younger is 14 months-old.
Again, simply odd. A 14 month-old?
This is bullshit as my sister’s yellow lab Bates would say. Of course, he says it under his breath and in dog.
I immediately connected the dots and told my wife. First, why in the world is anyone getting tested for this nonsense at this point? You KNOW the tests are all engineered to report whatever the hell they want to hear. If you’re under the weather, take your viatmins, get some sun (remember it is now JULY), grab your Ivermectin, and get well.
Also, isn’t it funny how, after a lull, this gay virus is roaring back like a drag queen being pushed out of a library by a group of real men with kids? He’ll be thrashing and fur and feathers will fly but in the end, if we hold firm, we can drive him back to the pit of hell.
So today I came across the following news from Texas while I was enjoying sleeping in on my vacation in Florida. By the way, sleeping in doesn’t actually exist since I get up every morning at 6 for the Angelus. Fr. Ripperger mentioned doing that in a video. He said it is particularly powerful at protecting a man’s family from demonic attack. Who am I to argue?
Hide your wife, hide your kids!
So anyway, listen, don’t say you didn’t know. What can we do about it? Well for starters, don’t get one of those ridiculous tests. Here I’ll save you the trouble. It’s positive. There you go. If you’re sick, take your vitamins and get into the sun. I cannot repeat that enough. Don’t you dare wear that Masonic face burqa. Say your prayers. Men, triple your efforts. We’re in this together. 15 decades. Every day. It’s that important if you love your family. Live your life. Pray for the reactivation of your confirmation. in particular ask God to give you strength (physical and spiritual) and wisdom. GO TO MASS. EVERY DAY. THE ROMAN MASS.
The evil ones spell out their plans because it gets them off. Use that knowledge and make your plans.
Remember that the great saints prayed to live in our times. And here we are.
Folks, I got off all that social media nonsense a while ago. Sorry but I'm not on Twitbook, Facepalm, YouHu, WingWang or any of the others. Maybe an event will happen to make me change my mind like Peter and Paul coming down with flaming swords and commanding it be so. Until then, read the blog and if you feel a comment is in order or you feel like sharing a tip or suggestion for a topic, email me at harvey@harveymillican.com.
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