Cowards, Wimps, and Sellouts

Pick Up Your Thirty Pieces of Silver at the Local Synagogue

This is a Plug for all you Judas Priests out there; you know, you guys who continue to put lipstick on the Proverbial Pig and act as though the Great Sacrilege of Paul VI is a "New Mass" and that Pope Frantic is our "Sovereign Pontiff".  The jig is up, guys.  If Amoris Laetitiae and Tutti Fruiti didn't do it for you, then how's about Fiducia Supplicans?  Oh, I know, it is so much easier to just fold your hands and act pious while your organizations are being eaten alive by pederasts and Satanists.  Oh but we don't talk about that.  I know.  Cardinal McCarrick and Marcial Maciel were just two blips on the radar, not the tip of an iceberg of systemic corruption poking above the waters.  Don't worry, they did an official investigation and everything's fine.  Cardinal Burke told us so, and we all know he's holy.  And if it were really that bad certainly Archbishop Vigano or Bishop Schneider would have told us so, or Our Lady of Akita, or Fr Ripperger.  And meanwhile we have to call that man St John Paul II.  It would not do to wonder whether a man who consorted with Communist butchers or presided over the accelerated decay of all things Catholic is not assisting at the Eternal Liturgy with Sts Peter and Paul.  After all, both of them had their peccadillos and foibles too.

In 1966 a song by the Monkees, "Zor and Zam", ended with this line: "“Two little kings playing a game.  They gave a war and nobody came.”  Quite frankly, that is what should have happened the week the "New Mass" was rolled out.  (Actually, it should have happened a long time before.  When Bugnini started tampering with Holy Saturday, outraged Bishops should have been writing Pius XII saying: "What?  You want us to delete 7 readings from the Liturgy, which have been there for a thousand years.  Are you daft?”)  But it's how they roll- very slowly, like acid dripping on a rock.  But even acid dripping on a rock leaves a noticeable change over time.  But it is never too late, guys.  The only thing that keeps the whole party going is your cooperation.  Every last one of you has decided you have to stay in the game because to opt out is suicide.  You have to stay in the game, you convince yourself, for the good of souls.  You have to stay in the game because the alternative is unthinkable.  It is to be disobedient and schismatic and excommunicated and outside the Apostolic succession and the work of the Holy Ghost.  You really think the Holy Ghost has anything to do with the Seat of the Antichrist?  You really think there is any common ground between Christ and Belial?

And by staying in the game, you have become impossibly spiritually blind.  You think that a bunch of sodomites now beginning to openly cavort in broad daylight speak for the Triune Godhead from the Holy Seat.  You bleat and plead with them that Catholic Tradition have a seat at the Ecumenical Table under the Big Tent.

Oh, I know.  The alternative is unthinkable.  You will be cancelled six ways from Sunday and twice on Tuesday.  You will no longer have a Google Account.  You won't be able to post to YouTube or Facebook or Twitter or Instagram or Tic Tok or Telegram or Substack or Gab or the latest platform the Intelligence Agencies convince you is free and uncensored so that they can corral you into an echo chamber while continuing to monitor what you are doing.  Because what really scares the shit out of them is that you and a group of 50 or so people would have a Mass in the wilderness while farming just to survive.  I know, that really scares you.  No movies, no music, no likes, subscribes, friending, restacking, or retweeting.  No view counts, no new subscribers, no likes or comments.  Just a boring walk on a silent road with nothing but a breeze and some clouds.  And just some deranged nincompoops to keep company with.  Just decade after decade on the rosary, which forms an interminable circle.  The very thought bores one to tears.

No, you cannot stand the silence.  You are continuously plugged into a vapid news cycle and you cannot admit it.  Or worse, many of you are addicted to perversion.  You enjoy the updates on the sordid turnings at the Vatican, meanwhile not understanding or comprehending that Judgment will begin at the "house of God".  Like the Temple in Jerusalem at the time of Jeremiah, all will be turned into a desolation and a hissing.  The world will laugh and say they guess the gates of hell triumphed.  They will ask where is the Lord and where is His coming.

Instead, you have kept trying to convince yourselves that all we are in for is a "minor chastisement", a course correction.  God will give us a Holy Pope, and then we will return to the glory days of Pius XII, the epitome of Christendom.  Of course, nobody told you that Pius XII presided over a world of lies.  Just read his address to the American Bishops where he talked of the liberal bishop John Carroll holding hands, so to speak, with the Freemason George Washington.  Or just listen to his 1944 Christmas radio broadcast where he says that the people are yearning for democracy and the voting booth to solve all their political problems.  I guess Pius XII forgot that Hitler and Mussolini, those two Evil Men of World War II, were democratically elected at the holy voting booth.  Oh, I know, you don't want to investigate the sea of lies.  They are all "conspiracy theories".  Why, you're even afraid to suggest Neil Armstrong never set foot on the moon.  That is an express ticket to the land of cancellation.  What would all the parents say?

And anyway, that does not matter, right?  It doesn't matter that we can suggest the first two chapters of Genesis are poppycock and fairy tales or, as Pope Pius XII suggested in Humani Generis, cobbled together by the "Ancient Sacred Writers" from variations of the Epic of Gilgamesh.  Nor would it do to question the other dogmas of the Halls of Science.  One does not want to be labeled a buffoon.  One does not want to be laughed out of social gatherings or respectable company.  We have to preserve the church's reputation, you know.  The church has to be relevant to modern man.  Now, don't get us wrong.  When people are surrounded by clowns and dancing girls and felt banners and the priest just makes things up as he goes along, people don't feel like they've to Mass on Sunday, and that is why we have Gregorian Chant, and thurifers, and the Angelus Bells.  And we might give a token sermon about how to act, so long as we keep it in the abstract and don't mention any names.  Especially our local ordinary- be sure to nod as you say his name.  And please don't even suggest that we refuse communion to the bikini babe, or the couple shacking up, or the guy who has had three annulments and is now working on his fourth wife.

You do understand, of course, that the whole reason the bishop tolerates you- at least for now- is you do such a fine job of putting lipstick on the pig.  You do such a fine job of making people think that Pope Frantic is happily leading us to the Workers' Paradise, or Saving the Planet, or that at the very least God is in control and if things were really that bad He would do something about it.  You also do such a fine job of wooing ignorant people to toss money in the collection plate.  Never mind the bishops are also getting a cut from the Federal Reserve, because they play such an important role, getting people to think that Joe Biden is somehow Catholic.  Oh but that collection plate is so important.  You can brag about how your parish is such a big contributor to the Diocesan appeal and how much charity we have that can be measured in baskets full of monopoly money-er, Federal Reserve Notes.  Oh, I know, it is all so very mysterious, these ways of God.  And the Vatican can be so holy and so perverse at the same time.  But don't worry, there are good cardinals and they have a plan.  The next pope will be better- just you wait and see.

Meanwhile, we just have to keep chugging away with the status quo.  We just keep offering our Masses and accepting stipends and ordering from the Coffee Monks in Wyoming and sending young men to seminaries full of pederasts and telling people they have a moral obligation to vote.  And all that stuff Michael Voris said must not be true, because he was fake and ghey and his sidekick turned out to be a hag.  And so we'll just cut short our rosary now because the Big Game is on- but don't worry- we won't watch the Satanic half-time show, nor look at all the titillating cheerleaders.  After all, things are better now- no more Bud Bowl and no more beer commercials.

Don't worry, things will get better.  Both Donald Trump and Bishop Vigano tell us that all we have to do is Trust the Plan.