Friday, May 18, 2012

SMILING LITTLE DEMONS

The photo of some second or third-rate movie actor grinning side-by-side with an equally grinning president residing (at enormous expense to the taxpayer) in Washington at a fundraising dinner organized by queers, which has been seen on all the gushing internet news sites in recent days, is about the last word in self-destructive insanity.  Behold people who are eager to force upon the whole world the wish of death.

It is utter madness.

What else can explain a people who happily march to their doom, to the destruction of civilization, to the untold miseries brought about by a homosexual juggernaut, laughing and clinking champagne glasses along the way.  Yes, they are zealots.  Yes, their souls are blackened as pitch to the point where they find joy in piling one offense against Heaven on top of the next.  Not only are they, in their present state, destined to a damnation too terrible to even contemplate, but they have in truth lost their minds.  They are insane.  Nothing else can explain such a headlong rush into oblivion, unless we take into account a preternatural explanation.

What these madmen and monsters in Washington and Hollywood do holds little interest to normal, well-balanced fathers and mothers and families.  But what these homosexually-disturbed people are trying to unleash upon mankind is something every one needs to be concerned with, even when one knows that their ultimate defeat is assured.  This is not time for polite talk; we had better start preparing ourselves spiritually, for the Monstrous Regiment is ready to pounce.  What would a good preparation be?  Surely the St Michael's prayer, and priests who say the Low Mass should consider silencing their communal singing or their droning organs piping away at the end of these Masses and re-institute the saying of this prayer.  Some good Bishops - but not nearly enough - have brought this prayer back.  If your parish priest, be he Old Rite or New Rite, is more interested in music to close his Low Mass, you might want to meet with him soon and recommend that the St Michael Prayer come back.  That prayer is going to be very much needed now.

And what is the Church saying during these dark days?  Let us take a look at one major diocese in the United States.

In Washington, D.C., the promised land of hucksters, crooks, ward-heelers and poofs, the Catholic Church is represented by one Donald Cardinal Wuerl, a man who mixes very well in such circles, and not exactly in the same way Our Lord mixed among publicans and sinners.  Silent as a tomb when it comes to admonishing the wayward Catholics in his diocese (such as the hapless Joe Biden), or when  it comes to teaching the Catholic Faith, His Eminence is on the other hand quite vocal when it comes to simple priests who do their duty by withholding the Body and Blood of Christ from unrepentant - proudly unrepentant - mortal sinners.  For these he has nothing but insults and ignominy, and tries to destroy their priestly careers in the pages of the national press.  When apostate Catholics are invited by apostate priests to speak at their Catholic colleges (that are Catholic in name only) we hear a deafening silence from the Cardinal.  We may well ask what motivates such a man as Donald Wuerl.  We may well ask what goes through the mind of a Pope who would give the red hat to such a person.  But whatever the motivations Donald Wuerl will continue to bring disgrace and embarrassment to the Catholic Church until death claims him or a Pope decides he has had enough or, please God, he begins to see the cancer he has allowed to spread and changes his life's course.

Often we are asked to have patience with men like Wuerl.  We are asked to pity them.  No.  It is far too late in the day for that.  We will pray for them, yes.  But have patience or pity?  No.  We've done with that.  The Church is crumbling around us.  The time for being nice and understanding is past.  It is men of Wuerl's ilk who will ensure that Catholics stay uninstructed, continue to commit sin and help to re-elect men like Obama to high office.  The number of Catholics who haven't the faintest idea what the Faith is all about number among the millions.  Millions, not thousands.  Let us say it plainly: the ultimate cause of the destruction of Christian civilization which is proceeding apace is the refusal of the Church, from the top down, to teach the truth loudly, fearlessly and consistently to their own flock.  That indictment is shared by laymen, priests and religious, Bishops, Cardinals and Popes. 

This dereliction of duty goes back a long, long time.  Recall that St Pius X saw the evils of modernism had already well entrenched themselves in the Church over a century ago.  His remedy was the famous Oath Against Modernism, today a very dead letter but a noble effort nonetheless .  Truthfully, it was probably doomed to fail from the start because the modernists simply went into hiding, only to re-emerge almost immediately after Pius' death.  Modernism and Liberalism have managed to find some favor with every pontificate that followed, from Benedict XV to Benedict XVI.  We need not look far for the results of this downward trend.  The Church has degenerated from proclaiming the Immaculate Conception to proclaiming an idiotic "theology of the body".  From the sublime to the ridiculous.  And worse.

The excellent writer Rod Pead, in his essential publication Christian Order, takes a sobering look at the current scene:  http://www.christianorder.com/editorials/editorials_2011/editorials_dec11.html  His publication, by the way, should be subscribed to by every Catholic worth his salt.

The drooling demons smirk and taunt.  But they are already dead.  We can only protect ourselves from the diseased putrescence of their rotting corpses and souls.  But dead they are and dead they will ever be.

A despairing woman, looking at the cataclysms swirling around her (in the 1920s), wrote a letter to Hilaire Belloc baring her heart and soul with her fears for the future and the evils that she saw coming.  Belloc wrote back to her an answer.  The final sentence in his kind letter to her is one worth remembering: 

"Do not, I beg you, be troubled by forces already dead.  You have mistaken the hour of the night;  it is already morning."

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