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Tuesday Night Roundup: Now with Personhood!

A Peronist’s a Peronist, No Matter How Evil

Word out today is that Antipope Bergoglio has reportedly told reporters that he will not answer the question of whether an unborn human child is a person because “it’s an unsettled question” or something like that. Someone online pointed out that the not always perfectly worded 1994 Catechism of the Catholic Church states exactly the opposite.

“How can he say such things in opposition to the Catechism?!” they say.

I ran this past a friend of mine who responded, “No matter. He’ll just change the Catechism.”


Folks, if you don’t get by now that this man who does everything he can to outright destroy the Catholic faith is NOT the actual Vicar of Christ then you probably never will.

St. Stephen’s Catholic Church, Old North End, Boston, MA (unrelated to post topic)

Anyone who’s ever worked with children, or taught children, or held a newborn, or truly observed a woman with child can tell you the truth. But if you insist on jumping backwards through mental, flaming hoops trying to square the circle that a heretic usurper is the one and only living pope, then 1) you will eventually go insane or lose your faith or both and 2) I can’t help you.

For everyone else, Cling to Our Lord, Who Is Truth.

Anticipating the Big Day

I’m just putting it out there, Brazilian steakhouses are amazing. I’ve been on the carnivore diet for the past two months. Incredible results. Some of you know that I took up weightlifting and conditioning hardcore after my second spinal fusion surgery a few years ago. I didn’t have a whole lot to lose but it was time for a shred phase as I had done a bulk over the summer. A restaurant where a team of waiters descend upon you with cuts of expertly cooked and cut meats is the perfect place to celebrate the vigil of a major feast. More on that tomorrow.

Mother of Good Counsel, pray for us!

Advent is Upon Us!

Here is your first penance for this penitential season. Brought to you by VII (and don’t try to tell me it wasn’t)… It’s already cued up to play at just the right moment but if for any reason it doesn’t play correctly, go to 6:55.

Friends, go to Mass. Fast, pray, give alms. Read the Scriptures. Live the Gospel. Remember that Our Lord is not a liar. He cannot be as He IS Truth. He will come again and we know not the day nor the hour; but He’s given us some pretty stellar clues so watch and pray. Pray your rosaries. Do NOT prance about a church sanctuary like Agnes DeMille on Xanax. It will do you no good and it just looks like you have a brain injury.

Come Lord Jesus!

The Marriage at the End of the World

Today, Mrs. Harvey and I attended a wedding. We left our home last evening and flew (during the busiest travel period of the year and with inflation-jacked airfares) into Northern Virginia to celebrate as the daughter of good friends got married. Given the above details, you can tell we really like these people.

The only thing that was a little unusual about this wedding was that the groom is not Catholic and so there was no Mass. as I am a daily Mass-attendee, this meant that we would have to go somewhere else. So after landing and getting to our place and into bed by about 1:30 AM, we were back up at 5:30 to head off to a TLM in a gymnasium a half-hour away. But enough about the Arlington Diocese…

Today was the final day of the liturgical year. This, coupled with the wedding I was going to, made me think of the end of times. No, it’s not because I think of marriage as a death sentence – far from it. It is a great institution given to us by Christ and I love every minute of mine. It is because, as Fulton Sheen points out, Calvary is the wedding ceremony par excellence. At Calvary, Our Lord poured Himself out in the perfect act of love, from which, as Paul reminds us, all marriage takes its form. And Calvary must make us think of the Second Coming of Christ. How can one stand beneath His cross and not imagine His Precious Blood dripping down on us, saving us, and then remember that His cross is the throne of our judgment.

The Holy Family, stained glass, Holy Family Cathedral, Tulsa, OK

But what really got me thinking of the end times is this. I witnessed the Novus Ordo rite of marriage and began to think of how Satan and his minions have caused a mass apostasy in the true Church and how that is being manifest in the Synodal Gay Way. In particular, I thought of the number of bishops worldwide promoting a “gay marriage blessing”, AKA: sodo-pseudo-marriage.

Why on earth are they wasting their time and energy trying to craft and implement such a thing. They’ve already had it for fifty years and they’ve been testing it out on straight folks the whole time. I listened as the traditional vows were obliterated. No mention of obedience. Hell, they didn’t even mention cherishing at this one, just love and honor. No real mention of procreation. Remember, being open to children is the primary purpose of marriage (but what does that mean to “couples” who cannot reproduce because, you know, two wangs don’t make a right). No Ephesians 5. Instead we got “Love is patient…”. Good words, to be sure, but they refer to supernatural Charity and not romantic infatuation.

Marriage is serious stuff, folks. The Novie rite of marriage is anything but and it’s the rite I got married in so I get it.

Marriage joins a man and a woman for their sanctification. Husbands and wives need to live out their marriages with the eye on heaven for the other, helping each other grow in holiness. For what purpose? To get to Heaven!

Wives be submissive to your husbands. Husbands love your wives as Christ loves the Church. Get married. Make lots of babies. Get to Heaven. It’s not that complicated. What more can I say?

Virgin Most Prudent, pray for us!

PS: Hi Pep!

He Bestoweth Me a Title

Last week, I wrote about my how teenage son purchased himself a single square foot of land in my ancestral homeland of Scotland for the express purpose of gaining the title “Lord” (or more properly, Laird) so that I would have to address him as such.

It was a fun and funny moment that reminds me of the great joy God has bestowed on me in making me head of a family. I get to see myself in another and he makes me laugh.

This evening, the mailman showed up in the midst of a bunch of work my son and I were doing outside. First, we are blessed to have an old-school mailman – one who knows us and chats with us every day as he makes his rounds. This man, about my age, was clearly raised to live by the same societal norms as I was – a strong work ethic, a friendly demeanor, and the recognition that all we do can be sanctifying if we do it for God. So the mailman showed up and handed me a box that was addressed to my son. I promptly handed it off to him.

Side note: the project we were working on… three years ago my wife bought me the plans to make a Nativity out of plywood. I made one and thought it was “neat”, never being much of a handyman or carpenter before. This city boy learned how to use a jigsaw to make intricate scrolling cuts. In the end it looked beautiful, humble, homemade, and festive. What I did not anticipate was that every year since my wife would pimp me out to make more and more of these thing. I have so far crafted about thirty of them, including the most recent twelve. She sells them on a local Catholic newsgroup. Hey, it is fun even if it is demanding work ripping through multiple sheets of plywood all day.

Back to the story… Son quickly took the box inside and promptly re-emerged to ask if I wanted to open one of my birthday presents early. It’s next week, by the way and I will be “old”. I begged off for a moment. I like to open gifts on the day and not before. But he insisted. So I tore the paper off of the gift.

Call me Lord.

Don’t you know, the my lad gave me the very same gift I laughed about last week. He bought me a square foot of Scotland. So I am now “Laird/Lord Harvey”. I do believe this is the first instance in recorded heraldry of a son bequeathing his title to his father.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

St. Andrew, pray for us!

The House of God and the Gate of Heaven

I received some edifying email on yesterday’s post about the church closing in Buffalo.

Dear Harvey,

I was saddened to read your post about the Catholic church in Buffalo, NY.  This has been happening there for awhile, unfortunately.  

I am a native of Syracuse, NY.  Small world!  

We live in Atlanta, Georgia, and joined our current parish this past January.  While not a TLM parish, the new pastor is very reverent and slowly doing what he can to bring elements of it into our Masses.  -This is a good step. Keep encouraging him to go all the way! There have been a handful of truly beautiful new Catholic church buildings constructed recently. The new Christendom College Chapel comes to mind. HM

Interestingly enough, our parish is a brand new church “building”, but the elements (pews, windows, high altar, candles, side altars, confessional, etc.) are all from St. Gerard’s church that was closed in Buffalo, NY.

Our parish tried to purchase the entire building, but the local community in Buffalo stopped it.  Here is an article all about it:


St. Gerard church and rectory heading for saleMelinda MillerThe St. Gerard church and rectory on Buffalo’s East Side will soon have a new owner, as long as a State Supreme …

St. Gerard’s church building ended up being purchased for the purpose of being a mosque, which is horrible.  I am glad the major elements were saved.  The new church here is built to look just like St. Gerard’s.

Attached are pictures of what the sanctuary looks like here in GA (from Lent/Easter/All Souls):

Thanks for reading!  Your post hit close to home in more ways than one!

God bless you,


Another reader sends this:

It’s a painful punishment.  I’m a fan of beautiful old churches. We have a church still in use in Pittsburg but next to it the school has a big banner on it – Yeshiva School.  Probably no one cares. Oh we care… – HM   Lord have mercy on us.


This kind of thing is not new since the asteroid hit in the 1960’s. On the one hand, we can be thankful that we have beautiful, old churches from which to draw pieces for our new churches. On the other hand, it is, as I remarked yesterday, another “fruit” of the Council that these churches are being closed.

As for the number of them being sold to become “Islamic centers” or mosques… Here’s what I say.

Burn it down and salt the earth.

I would rather these properties meet that fate than that the altars on which Our Lord came down for the propitiation of our sins be desecrated like this. And for a mere pittance at that…

Today was the feast day of the Dedication of the Basilicas of Ss. Peter and Paul in Rome.

The blurb in the Missal states that these two basilicas were dedicated on the same day – November 18th, in the year 325, by Pope St. Sylvester I. 325! What struck me even more, though, were certain lines in the prayers of the Mass. Take a gander.


O God, Who for us bring each year the recurrence of the consecration day of this Your holy temple, and always bring us back safely to the sacred rites, hear the prayers of Your people and grant that whoever enters this temple to pray for blessings, may rejoice in having obtained whatever he sought.

Preface for the Dedication of a church:

It is truly right and just, proper and helpful toward salvation, that we always and everywhere give thanks to you, O Lord, holy Father, Almighty and eternal God, for you, the giver of all good gifts, inhabit this house of prayer which we have built, and unceasingly sanctify the Church which you founded. For your Church is the true house of prayer signified by these visible buildings, the temple where your glory dwells, the seat of unchangeable truth, the sanctuary of eternal charity. She is the ark which rescues us from the deluge of this world and brings us into the port of salvation. She is the one beloved Bride whom Christ acquired by his blood and quickens by his Holy Spirit. In her bosom we are born anew by your grace, nourished by the milk of the Word, strengthened by the bread of life, encouraged by your merciful aid. With the help of her Bridegroom she struggles faithfully on earth and, crowned by him, is triumphant forever in heaven. Therefore with the Angels and Archangels, the Thrones and Dominations, and all the militant hosts of heaven, we continuously praise your glory in song, and say…”

Catch that? The physical property, the building “which we have built” is the literal dwelling of God among us. He is present in the Tabernacle, He comes down on the altars contained therein, and He sanctifies these places so that we, like Noah and his kin, can be rescued, “snatched from the deluge of this world”, and will be carried safely to our actual home. These buildings should remind us of arks. They should be places of quiet prayer and sacrifice. They should not look like jagged spaceships. Don’t get me started on the demise of sacred art in the Catholic Church (another fruit of the Council). These places are “the house of God and the gate of heaven”. And we’re abandoning them and selling them to the Islamists.

Again I ask, will anyone remember what these places looked like when we have the means and opportunity to rebuild them for God? I shudder to think what will become of St. Peter’s and St. Paul’s Without the Walls in Rome.

Tonight I will go and spend time in my Lord’s house praying for His Church and simply being silent in His presence.

Keep sending me pictures of beautiful churches and artwork. I love to share them so we know we’re not alone.

O Jesus, meek and humble of Heart, make our hearts like unto Thine!

Buffalo Blues

Many of you know that weather (and in particular, extreme weather events) are a fascination of mine. I typically lull myself to sleep at night watching tornado videos on YouTube. I have been known to spend hours reading articles about infamous blizzards that stranded people across large swathes of the country. I can sometimes be found immersing myself in documentaries about the most destructive hurricanes in history. Am I nuts? Probably. I just never let go of the five year-old boy sense of wonder at incredibly large, powerful, and awe-inspiring things like construction equipment and airports.

I also harbor a soft spot in my heart for certain regions of the Northeast. For instance, I’ve always had fun on my visits to Boston. I love to walk the streets going from pub to pub. I have some bizarre fascination with Pittsburgh even though I’ve only ever spent at best a weekend there. I think it’s because of the geography. Two rivers merge into a third. That’s just bizarre to me and worthy of respect at the same time. The western reaches of upstate New York are another favorite of mine. When I was a toddler, my family lived outside of Syracuse for about a year and a half. When I got married, my wife and I honeymooned in the Finger Lakes and Niagara. And Buffalo – second largest city in the Empire State – always struck me as, well, a neat little city that lost some of its former luster but still tries somehow to sparkle as one of the great Great Lakes cities. Truthfully, I have spent quite a bit of time in Buffalo as a dear friend of ours was in the Carmel there for a number of years and we would occasionally visit. Side note: say a prayer for the nuns.

So this afternoon as I was cross-referencing my obsessions online, I stumbled upon the site of one of the local news channels in Buffalo. I came for the blizzard coverage – they’re about to get slammed with a truly historic 4-6 FEET of snow – and I stayed for the destruction of the church. No, I’m not talking about the “capital-C-Church” as in Bride of Christ and Mystical Body. Satan can try all he wants but Our Lord isn’t a liar so we know that’s not going anywhere (even if She is in terrible eclipse at the moment). I am talking instead about the physical destruction of a church building. Take a look at the story linked below.

Google Maps screenshot of the property in question. Must have been amazing going to Mass here prior to 1965.

St. Ann’s Church Property Sold

BUFFALO, N.Y. — The former St. Ann property, including the church, school and convent, sold Wednesday to Buffalo Crescent Holdings, Inc. for $250,000.
The company plans to convert the 651 Broadway property into a downtown Islamic Center.
According to the Diocese of Buffalo, St. Ann’s was part of the parish (sic) until 2007. All activities ceased at the church in 2013.


I started reading the article and felt sick to my stomach. $250K? An Islamic Center? How disgraceful. I did some further digging and discovered that the parish school had at one time been one of the largest private schools in the nation, boasting an enrollment of 2000. The convent, rectory, all of it… Useless now. The Diocese has been through some rough times over the past decade at the hands of bad shepherds and I’m sure that might have had something to do with this situation. But when you think about it, this is really just another one of the “fruits of the Council”. Dwindling numbers of priests, non-existent religious vocations, Catholics who abandoned the actual practice of the Catholic faith (i. e., Mass and the sacraments), schools that failed and fell apart. And today what do we see?

On this sunny and cold day before a record lake-effect snowfall completely buries Broadway on the East Side of Buffalo, NY, we witness the final nail driven into the coffin of the once-great presence of Catholicism in that neighborhood.

To think of the number of faithful who gave their blood, sweat, and tears, not to mention all of their money in order to build this magnificent edifice to God’s glory; and to know that it will become a temple to the false god of a heathen people, is to make one cringe bile and weep bitter tears.

But then again, NuChurch would have you not weep. Remember, we’re an (snaps fingers) Eater People! Oh and evangelizing people is a sin according to the “pope” of the NuChurch. He tells us to let the Mohammedans be Mohammedans and we can all get along and they can buy our glorious buildings for pennies on the dollar because we need to shift our focus to helping James Martin, SJ build latex bridges.

A remnant we shall be. I just hope someone remembers what these places looked like so we can one day build anew.

St. Ann, pray for us!

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.