This Ain't The Way.

Make no mistake about it. I loath a despise what George Tiller did and promoted: the slaughter of innocent human beings. Make no mistake about it, I loath and despise the act of his killing. Murder is evil plain and simple. Tiller's murderer just handed the Culture of Death a nice piece of propaganda to use against those working to end abortion. Way to go dipshit. My hope is that before his death, Tiller repented of his many acts of homicide. I will pray for him and his family. I hope you will too.

The Truth's Of The Faith Are Not Open To Debate.

(found over at the Famous Father Z)

If you do not believe, then there cannot be dialogue, but only debate. The truths of our faith are not open to debate.

--Archbishop John C. Nienstedt

Losing The Best We Have?

I read a comment elsewhere on the Cutie affair to the effect that the Church must change Her discipline or we will lose our "best and brightest". Excuse me? Best and brightest? Hardly. While Cutie is no doubt charismatic, his actions have shown that he was certainly neither our best nor our brightest. The other priests I have know that have left could be similarly characterized. Who are the best and brightest. Well they are not the 'golden boys' that are all too frequently coddled by seminaries and chanceries. (This is one of the major problems in priestly life and formation. I will post about this at a later date.) They are the hardworking, pious priests who most often labor for a lifetime in obscurity and with little thanks. Two years ago, I wrote about some of them. As to the Cutie 'best and brightest', chaff to be blown away by the winds of the world and temptation.

What Is It With Modern Europe And Ugly 'Art'?

It Profit A Man Nothing To Gain The Whole World.

You know the rest, I hope.

Cutie the beach-blanket groper evidently doesn't. It seems that Father Oprah will join commit acts of schism and heresy and be received into the Episcopal Church on Tuesday. It is also expected that he will announce his forthcoming putative marriage. (Being in Holy Orders, he cannot validly contract marriage without laicization.) He is chucking the Faith established by Christ for one founded on adultery and the manipulation of the Faith for the service of the state and has progressively jettisoned what little remained of apostolic teaching in its endless quest to accommodate the world.

Pardon me if I doubt the sincerity of his 'conversion'. Caught in the act of serial fornication, he found himself in the position of either giving up his squeeze or his position as Father Oprah. "Hey, I'll just go over to the Episcopalians. Then I can do whatever I want!" King Henry would be proud.

Unfortunately, by doing this, he has abandoned the Faith of the Apostles. He has separated himself from the See of Peter and entered the cesspool of heresy that is Episcopalianism. What a horrible trade! He has also revealed himself as a rather vacuous person who can change his faith at the drop of a thong.

If I may paraphrase the words of Thomas More to Richard Rich in A Man For All Seasons, "It profit a man nothing to gain the whole world and loose his soul. But, for a piece of tail?"

Up Yours, Benny!

That's the message from Barry to His Holiness via the appointment of Miguel Diaz as ambassador to the Holy See. Diaz, the Dougie Kimiec wannabe, is a typical left-wing "Catholic" for whom socialist politics is more important than the Faith. Add to this the fact that he is a devotee of Liberation Theology, something that Holiness struggled against during his time at the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.

I Would Like To Thanks All The Little People...

who I browbeat into voting for me in the 2009 Cannonball Awards.

Looks like I won Best Blog By A Religious... Not Fr. Z. (Maybe this should be renamed, Blog By Priest Who Needs to pray more.)

I also won Best Blog That Needs To Be Updated More Often. (I promise to do all in my power to deserve this award in the coming year.)

And now for the sour grapes.

In the category of Bat Shit Crazy, I came in third behind The Diginatrix and The Crescat herself. (Personally, I think they had unfair advantages. Digi is an ex-patriot New Yawker and lawyer living in the OC with two kids. Kat is a single mother who works with an Enya addict. Of course they come across more BSC!)

I was whipped fair and square by the Bonnie Blue Flag Waving Southern Appeal in the Church Militant Category, thus demonstrating the power of pulled-pork BBQ, sweet tea, and grits. I will thus emulate that great American General Robert E. Lee and concede defeat with gracious dignity.

Mormon Jesus

(Stolen from The Digi.)

Response To Barry (and Jenkins) #2.

--What is wrong with demonizing someone who is embracing the diabolic?

I Invented New Words And Phrases Today...

but as this a family blog, I can't share them with you. I spent 10+ hours moving stuff from mom's old puter to her new, shiny party puter. It would have been nice if the makers of the transfer software had mentioned that it was necessary to turn off all the av asw first. It also would have been nice if the usb cable hadn't been defective.

Any hoo, I will have to wait to tell you about the great one-two punch of my first Requiem Mass and the Annunciation in the Extra-ordinary Form.

BTW, vote for me. NOW!

This Shall Not Stand!

Southern Appeal has launched a deliberate and unprovoked attack on the supreme Catholic militancy of this blog. This cannot be allowed to stand! In the spirit of General Sherman, I hereby summon loyal readers to go to the Crescat at repulse this secessionist non-sense. (Vote at least daily on all computers you have access to.)

Response To Barry #1

--Joseph Bernardin was no saint.
--There is no common ground between good and evil.

Digi As A Little Girl.

(or maybe its the Cannonball.)

Al Gore 1984

Enabling O'Kool Aid Abuse.

Watching TV this morning while trying to wake up. Well this woke me up; an add for OBAMA SHOES. Not only will you get OBAMA SHOES but also an OBAMA BACKPACK (be the envy of your friends and demonstrate your patriotic spirit) . And not only OBAMA SHOES and an OBAMA BACKPACK but also an OBAMA BASKETBALL (hmmm, slamin Barry's face onto the court repeatedly...).

For heaven's sake, the guy hasn't DONE anything!

Recreational Flamethrower!

Needless to say, gotta get me one of THESE!

(See, I am more Batshit Crazy than the two chicks! Remember to vote for me frequently and repeatedly in the Cannonball Awards.)

List Of Acheivements.

The headline at Spirit Daily reads "Honorary Degree will cite President's achievements".
Here is a list of them:





That's right: zero, zip, zilch, nada, nihil, nunca. He hasn't done anything yet, beyond getting elected. (Unless you count driving down the DOW simply by speaking, scaring the hell out of New Yorkers with a lame publicity stunt, or the ability to weaken the knees of any reporter just by flashing his baby browns.) Someone needs to do an intervention on Jenkins. Mainlining the O'Kool Aid has killed any remaining intelligence or personal integrity he might once have had.

Tried To Take Shower,

water heater broken, never have to worry about pulling a Father Alberto EVER AGAIN!

Never Mind The Freakin' Tea,

Barry and his pals better keep their freakin' paws off my soda!

Just A Reminder.

Vote for me each and every day in the 2009 Cannonball Awards!

Memoirs Of A Trainwreck, Pt. III

I wonder if, in his memoirs, Weakknees will exhibit his characteristic humility. The humility that shown so bright when he named the college seminarian resident hall at Marquette after himself. The humility that led him to place his own portrait in the wreckovated Cathedral. (Were I the Archbishop of Milwaukee, I would be sorely tempted to begin the restoration on the Cathedral having his name and image removed from everything. Sorta like channeling Pharoah Seti from The Ten Commandments.)

To Have Your Cake And Eat It Too.

I assume that most of my readers are aware of the Fr. Cutie incident. In case you are, a priest of the Archdiocese of Miami who is a popular media personality on Spanish speaking satellite TV was photographed on the beach doing swimsuit exploration on a young lady and exposed in the Mexican tabloids. Fr. Cutie (a most unfortunate name) admitted to being in a 'relationship' with the woman for the last two years. He is unapologetic about it. He only regrets causing people pain, not violating his promises, not committing the mortal sin of adultery (the woman is evidently a divorcee). He is so unrepentant that he went on national TV where he said that celibacy is good, but it should be optional for priest. (And the man caught in adultery said, "Marital fidelity is a beautiful thing, but it should be optional.") Now, removed from his parish, he is deciding what to do. Should he stay a priest or marry the chicky who he says wants to marry him. (Chicky also wants people to leave her alone as she is a single mom. Sorry Darlin', but you made your bed, so to speak.) So now you are up to speed.

I am not interested in refuting Cutie's dense and self-serving statements. Fr. Farfaglia does a superb job of doing that. The upshot is that Cutie is behaving like an immature, spoiled playboy. Cutie recently said, "Under the cassock are a pair of pants." Yes Father, indeed there are and the fly needs to be kept zipped. This wasn't a momentary lapse of judgment, it was a deliberate violation of God's law and the sanctity of human sexuality carried out with deliberate deception over a period of two years. To call this love is mock something holy.

If you want to know what I think about priests "falling in love" and leaving, read this. Said briefly, it is the equivalent of a married man falling in lust with another woman and leaving his family because he can't control his hormones. Human beings are rational animals not just animals. Yes, we have feelings, but we use our mind and will to discern which are in accord with God's will and should be acted upon.

I am also not much interested in 'dialoguing' with those include Cutie who want to use this challenge the Church's apostolic teaching on celibacy. One does not need to be sexually active and/or married to lead a normal life or be free from loneliness. No one ever died or became ill from not having sex. If you think optional celibacy is the or a panacea for problem clergy, take a long hard look at Orthodox, Protestant, or Jewish clergy.

What I think we need to take a long, hard look at are priests in high-profile and self-chosen special apostolates. I wonder how hobnobbing with the rich and famous affected Fr. Cutie. He is quoted as saying that he decided he would not be a priest for the ordinary Catholic. (This is worlds away from discerning a call to a special ministry and that call being validated by the hierarchy.) I also wonder how much hierarchical supervision and direction his ministry received. There is a tendency in the Church to identify 'golden boys' and give them special treatment. I have never seen this turn out well.

By now someone is say, "But Father, you are judging." Yes, I am judging some very public actions which are very wrong. I don't know Fr. Cutie's heart or the state of his soul, but what he did can only be considered to be gravely scandelous. I am praying for him that his evident pride will be dispelled, that he will remember his vows, and that he will submit to the wisdom and discipline of the Church.

Memoirs Of A Trainwreck, Pt. II

Here is the Pubishers' Weakly review of Rembert Weaklink's apologia for his perversion:

A Pilgrim in a Pilgrim Church: Memoirs of a Catholic Archbishop Rembert G. Weakland. Eerdmans, $35 (384p) ISBN 978-0-8028-6382-9

When Weakland resigned as Milwaukee archbishop in 2002 after revelations of a past homosexual relationship and a confidential payout, it was seen as another stunning episode in the unfolding clergy abuse scandal. It was especially painful to liberal Catholics who viewed Weakland as their champion. Weakland was publicly penitent, but other events that year—chief among them the resignation of Cardinal Bernard Law in Boston—made Weakland's drama a footnote. With this frank and well-told memoir, that's no longer the case. A Benedictine monk, Weakland is up front about his homosexuality in a church that preferred to ignore gays, and about his failures in overseeing pedophile priests. But this is really the poignant journey of a soul, not a mea culpa about sex, with chapters on his hardscrabble boyhood and fascinating, and sometimes sobering, insights into the life of a bishop and the tensions between the American Catholic Church and the Vatican. At points the narrative has more than enough detail on the life of a globe-trotting abbot. But overall this is an invaluable historical record and a moving personal confession. (June)

Yup, no mea culpa just gay, out, and proud.
I wonder, though, if he is as honest about his own dissent and its link to his perversion.

Rating Star Trek Movies.

I am a Trekkie. (Nope, not a Trekker. Those guys are scary. They were their uniforms to jury duty and get married by Starfleet.) I trained myself to make the Vulcan salute by jamming a nickle between my fingers. Any how, hear is my ranking, in descending order, of the Trek films exclusive of the current one.

1 (tie) Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. Great script and effects that are still good over 20 years later.
1 (tie) Star Trek: First Contact. Great script, Borg, and rock'n'roll.
3 Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. Fun as well as the information that Spock had done too much LDS in Berkeley in the 60s. (You should have heard the howls in the Utah theater.)
4 Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. A little preachy and PC but hey Klingons and Shakespeare.
5 Star Trek Generations. Kirk and Picard didn't quite gell.
6 Star Trek III: The Search for Spock. Ho humm, except for John Laroquette as a Klingon.
7 Star Trek IX: Insurrection. Yawn, STNG episode masquerading as a movie.
8 Star Trek X: Nemesis. Same as Insurrection only with a Picard clone.
9 Star Trek: The Motion Picture. Disco Trek as well as a retread of a TOS episode. (Not to mention the freaky bald gal.)
10 Star Trek V: The Final Frontier. Abysmal script and Uhura's fan dance 25 years too late.

(No review of the current one until after I see it with Mom--I want to live.)

Locked And Loaded.

Coming later today or tomorrow, my take on the Fr. Cutie fiasco. (For those who are interested, this is what I had to say on the Francis Mary Stone affair.)

This Is What Wil Happen...

if I see one more ad for Viagra, Cialis, Enzyte, Yaz, KY, or any other male enhancement/contraceptive/feminine hygiene product.

Memoirs Of A Train Wreck.

It seems that Rembert Weakland, (forcibly) retired Archbishop of Milwaukee, is moving to New Jersey and writing his memoirs. Weakhead, as you may remember, was the uber liberal ordinary who presided over the destruction of the Milwaukee Archdiocese, its seminary, and its cathedral. If there was a goofy idea out there, it is likely Weaklink endorsed and furthered it. That is until it became known that he had paid off a catemite with a half mill of diocesan cash. (Giving context to his remark that pedo priests were in fact targets of predatory adolescents.) I lived in Milwaukee for two years during his tenure and saw things I never want to see again. (A former bishop once asked me why I was so conservative. I told him I wasn't, until I experienced Milwaukee. He said, "Oh, Weakland." and nodded his head.) So he is now leaving the scene of the crime (about time) and writing his manifesto. Maybe he will title it, "How to Destroy the Church (without really trying)".

Can't Stop Watching,

even though I also want to claw my own eyes out. Here I am at my mom's with the Overlords for my day off and channel surfing. What do I find, the biker guy from the Village People singing "Danny Boy". Yes, I have stumbled across "Can't Stop The Music", the origins of the Village People movie starring Bruce Jenner. It is horrible beyond description. It makes liturgical dance look appealing in comparison. Not surprising considering it was directed by Nancy Walker (better known as Rhoda's mom) and won the 1980 Golden Raspberry for both worst picture and worst screenplay. If disco hadn't already been dying, this turkey would have killed it.

My Little Pony Movie.

No, I haven't gone track-lighting on you, but here is a movie I could really get into. (Zuccetto spin to The Roman Sacristan, who seems to have won a bet.)

Remember!

Hypnotoad commands that you vote daily for Orthometer in the Cannonball Awards. Here you see Hynotoad delivering his commands to Terry. (Note: Hypnotoad kidnapped from the Curt Jester.)

Pretend You're In Chicago,

are a democrat, and dead. Vote for me frequently (in fact daily) in the Cannonball Awards.

ZoNation: Land of OZ

ZoBama's Under My Bus

Dennis Miller on Obama Tea Bagging

What We Need Now!

All over the world reds, pinks, anarchists, Dems, hippies, and other lowlife are celebrating May Day and/or demonstrating. Where are the cossacks when we need them?