Saturday, August 30, 2014

THE ORIGINAL AMATEUR HOUR

Ignorance is not innocence but sin. Browning

If you've ever wanted additional  proof of the cult clergy's amateur standing, you've but to read the August 24 "Corner" on the sgg.org/cult website. Last week Wee Dan was on a "short Summer (sic) respite" -- does that mean the luxurious Bishop's Lodge in impossibly hip Santa Fe? -- so one of the McFakers served as guest bloviator, where he taunted the flat-broke Gerties with a travelogue of his recent extended holiday in France. His cringe-worthy account is an object lesson in how Dannie's doubtfully ordained slackers fall miles short of the mark of the thoroughly trained, broadly cultivated Catholic priests of the past.

Before we began reading the turgid prose, we were amused to observe in the place of Li'l Dan's armorial bearings a coat of arms (obviously snatched from the Internet) displaying the guest writer's surname. Hilariously, the booby left the surname on the escroll, the place for the motto.* Ignoring, for the moment, the prohibition against assuming another's arms even if you share the same last name (a big no-no under heraldic law), we point out that this simpleminded "priest" witlessly retained the helmet and mantling of the borrowed achievement.

Now, everyone with a little ecclesiastical culture knows that once a man's been ordained, he must lay aside any secular heraldic achievement, even if he had a right to it originally. Accordingly, a priest's escutcheon (shield) must be ensigned by a black galero (ecclesiastical hat) with one fiocco (tassel) on either side. Raiding the web for a coat of arms to which you are not entitled is middle-school-level dilettantism in its lowest form. But if you're trashy enough to do it, you should at least try to get the externals right.

The body of the "Corner's" message is equally awful. We won't mention the stilted narrative or the pre-adolescent ruminations or the laughable attempts to ape "One Hand's" mannerisms. What we will focus on are the amateur's misspellings of French words. Like his mentor Dannie, this laggard lacks the energy to double check the accent marks or the received spelling. Maybe he can't tell the difference.  Perhaps it's owing to a perceptual disability, say, some form of Sensory Processing Disorder. Who knows? Whatever the origin, it's the mark of a sloppy, untrained, and immature mind.

Let's take the nickel tour of this illiterate's orthographic errors:
Sacrè Coeur instead of Sacré-Cœur; Claude de la Colombiére instead of Colombière; Catherine Laboure instead of Labouré; the Curè’s feast, after somehow managing twice before to spell Curé correctly; Paray le Monial  instead of Paray-le-MonialMont St. Michel instead of Mont Saint-Michel.
If this yokel was able to cut and paste a coat of arms from the 'Net, why couldn't he have taken the trouble to do the same for these French proper nouns? Irremediable amateurism, that's why!

Please don't get us wrong. Our purpose here isn't to horse-whip the village idiot of Tradtown. This loser gets enough disrespect from his fellow sede clergy and his masters, who can barely tolerate his morose presence. (He's really not the "kind of guy" they want to hang with.) Our aim is far more serious -- and charitable. We want to make the case that such ignorance and inattention suggest these "clergy" aren't prepared to sweat the details in the sacred sciences either. That's the real and practical problem for today's Catholics who need guidance on moral issues in light of advances in science and technology.

Contrary to what some commenters may say, we propose that a priest's educational and intellectual attainment has a direct, practical, spiritual benefit for the faithful. A rigorously prepared priest, well versed in moral theology, not the sickly sweet, piously sentimental tracts Granny likes to read, is the best spiritual resource the laity can have. Now, this goofball is pious enough; that's for sure. In fact, he's probably the most pious of all the cult clown crew. Nevertheless, piety alone is not enough for a secular priest charged with the cure of souls. A solid, accurate, professional knowledge of theology is essential for the salvation of souls. 

Most sede priests, pious or otherwise, are unfit to provide answers to many questions that arise in the 21st century, unless the problem exactly matches conditions of the 1950s. (And even then, their frightening amateurism and poor training lead them to make up an answer rather than to research it.) Why the incompetence? First, because their seminary formation is the worst you can imagine. Second, their weak or non-existent academic preparation and the cult's anti-intellectualism bar them from attending institutions of advanced study to make up for their educational deficits. Third, their intellectual bigotry and the absence of assiduous, remedial, independent study render them incapable of evaluating the work of formally trained Novus Ordo or SSPX theological writers, who could be of use in unraveling some of the thorny moral/ethical problems that 21st-century Catholics face in their daily lives.

That's right. We did say that N.O. and SSPX writers can be of value to Trads. In spite of what the blowhard rector and Erroneous Antonius would have you believe, there are many well trained non-sede priests, e.g., Juan Carlos Iscara, SSPX, and Richard Sparks, C.S.P., who are thinking and writing today within an orthodox Catholic framework, particularly in the field of bioethics. If sede clergy possessed an adequate foundation, they would at least be able to evaluate the work of these far better prepared churchmen so as to help guide the laity in making certain decisions in a world where medical science has advanced further than 1950s theologians ever contemplated. A sede priest with an open mind, a discernment that comes from a rigorous formation, and a zeal for souls would be able to assess the orthodoxy of a particular written opinion and offer the faithful informed guidance rather than superstition.

However, insofar as sedes are not taught sufficient content and cannot skillfully reason through a theological question, they prefer to make things up or reflexively say NO. (Many are by nature intellectually inferior and could never master the material even if their teachers were professionally trained.) When faced with a dilemma, many resort to arrogant stonewalling. No research -- except, perhaps, to confer with a cult master, who's just as ill-prepared but more forcefully opinionated. No looking things up. No sober analysis based on well-learned and oft-practiced theological principles.  They just widen their eyes, vigorously shake their empty heads, and leave the laity in tears to fend for themselves.

The bottom line is that these sede know-nothings are rank amateurs, whose advice in the confessional or in a counseling session is as misinformed as their spelling of French geographical names.

* Should this bumpkin one day seek to become legitimately armigerous, may we suggest Horace's Virtus Post Nummos ("virtue after money") as a suitable motto for a groveling lackey owned by the mammonite SW Ohio cult? 

Saturday, August 23, 2014

AMERICAN HUSTLE

Let your alms sweat into your hands, until you know to whom you will give. The Didache

We've had a lot of harsh things to say about the disturbed cult-fanatics in economic bondage to "One-Hand Dan." Over the years, we've called them depraved, perverted, zombies, rite-trash, troglodytes, filth, sub-humans and all manner of other rude, but accurate, descriptors. We hold them in the lowest esteem. To be perfectly honest, we'd prefer the company of plague-carrying sewer rats to theirs.  With frisson we recall how once we sat in the same pews downwind from these foul vermin! In our mind, they're the basest form of life, on a par with the Ebola virus, except deadlier.

Our revulsion notwithstanding, after reading Dubious Dan's August 17 "Bishop's (?) Corner," we were -- believe it or not -- actually moved to pity the beasts. They just managed to pay off "One Hand's" oppressive winter utility bills after he took unnecessary back-to-back trips to sunny climes outside the U.S., and now the swinish cult masters, in a spasm of fund-raising madness, are greedily passing the hat again.

Immediately following Wee Dan's recent pressure to repair the storm-damaged organ, the cultlings face a new, two-pronged assault from the Checkmeister's building fund appeal and Dollar Dan's solicitation for a "separate offering of  $20 a month" to pay for "cost-saving arches...for the cloister"! (Does the wanton panhandling ever end down there in SW Ohio?) All this after rubbing the Gerties' booger-caked noses in his two flunkies' excellent food-and-beverage adventures abroad. It's a sure bet that few of the cult-slaves will ever vacation in France -- or even Paris, Kentucky -- as long as they have to keep Needy Dan and his freeloading entourage fat and happy.

(And that reminds us: if we were a cash-strapped Gertie being hustled to dig deeper, we'd want to know if the two "priests" paid their way 100% or if the cult center is contributing. We would insist on a full, documented audit when the tag team of the McFakers returns.)

It's always been our theory that money is the only thing that matters for the cult masters. However, as the money dries up, they get more desperate. With his two doubtfully ordained gofers living it up as if there were no tomorrow in la belle France, Dannie's got to be hankering for a pampered week at the chic desert Southwest spa he fancies to be his eponymous lodgings. He's also got the urge to splurge in Mexicali, Mexico, this winter. That means he'll have to squeeze the Gertie turnips even harder.

Those poor, exploited, brutish serfs! They must be exhausted at being treated like cash registers. Dirtbag Dan seems to regard them as donating cyborgs, otherwise they'd get some relief from the non-stop hustle. If they were normal, they'd rebel. But since they're scum of the earth, put here to serve Dannie, they'll have to pay and pay and pay. No doubt, they deserve the abuse. But you've got to feel a little sorry for their hollow-cheeked, female chattel and their whimpering, snaggletoothed whelps: the SGG fund-raising juggernaut unmercifully rolls on, crushing families' aspirations as frenzied culties sacrifice their financial weal to keep Doubtful Dan comfy-cozy. The cruel irony is that these victims may not be getting anything in return for their burdensome tribute, if it turns out that Dannie's orders are invalid in virtue of one-handed priestly ordination.

The family fisc in exchange for doubtful sacraments seems a very bad bargain, indeed.

Fundraising is so deeply ingrained in "One Hand's" psyche that whenever you read his missives, you find so many Freudian slips you'd think you were in Kaufhaus Steffl. No matter how hard the cult masters try to repress in public their ungovernable craving for the laity's treasure, they fail.  Last week's message was no exception as Dannie "sadly" noted the loss of the "pious presence" of a former Gertie who retired to help out at a rival sect's minor seminary.

What Wee Dan chose not to mention was that this man, an extraordinarily generous donor, had abandoned Dan's cult in the aftermath of the horrific 2009 SGG School Scandal (the fifth anniversary of which we'll mark in November).  This good-natured soul didn't resume assisting at cult Masses until after the doubtfully ordained "pastor" of his chapel  self-destructed in typical sede fashion. The sadness "One Hand" expresses should not be read as an empty social gesture. We guess our parasitic prelataster is really and truly devastated because this man's uncommon largess -- we think at times it amounted to $25K + per annum -- is now out of his grasp and at the fingertips of Dannie's feared (and despised) rival.

Li'l  Dan's promise to pray for this cheerful giver smells to us like a brazen reminder for more stipends. (Helpless, money-scrounging cult master: he can't conceal his lust for "alms." It will always out!) We trust that, in his new home, this kind gentleman will find so many priests worthy of his monetary support that he won't feel obliged to send Dannie a dime. We're also certain that his new spiritual overseer will firmly counsel him not to squander his generosity on the moribund SW Ohio cult.

Just because "One Hand" targets you in his "Bishop's (?) Corner" doesn't mean you have to write a check. 


DON'T BE A MARK. HOLD ON TIGHT TO YOUR CASH!



Saturday, August 16, 2014

ADDLED DELUSION


Two types of blindness easily happen at the same time, such that those individuals who do not see what exists in reality seem to see what doesn't exist. Tertullian

The SGG cult center's website posted a revealing sermon of Tony Baloney's, oddly and awkwardly titled "A Brief Biography of Myself and Traditionalism in Milwaukee."  What's significant is not the bald and needy narcissism -- that's typical of anything the SW Ohio cult masters flush out, for whatever those cretins preach about always focuses on them.

What's of real interest is Checkie's disjointed narration about how, way back in his seminary days in Wisconsin, he used to attend a "traditional" Mass offered by a priest who had resisted his lawful superiors. (N.B. the cult masters themselves won't brook any conscience-driven resistance -- witness the 2009 SGG School firings.) From the Bonehead's account, we gather that the Mass at which he assisted served as a source of strength and encouragement for him and his fractious chums.

Now, if we just apply a little bit of thought, we have to conclude that the Mass attended by callow, young Checkmeister was surely the Mass of John XXIII, which the Cheeseball characterized in his dreadfully written, error-filled Work of Human Hands as "a radical break with tradition." That's par for the course, isn't it? When, for lack of a proper sermon topic, Phony Tony wants to strut his Trad credentials before the cultlings, it was O.K. for him to have attended the '62 rite. But when he needs to keep those faithful from straying to another Traddie sect embracing that rite, he condemns it.

(Question: How do you say "chameleon" in Tradistani? Answer: "chekkee".)

The hypocrisy and intellectual dishonesty take your breath away. And this isn't the only example, as regular followers of this blog will recall.  Hypocrisy and intellectual dishonesty are unmistakable signs not only of mental disorderliness but also of a full-blown cult mentality. The cult masters' opinions are always in flux whenever they see an advantage. Therefore, it's easy for them to thumb their noses at consistency but at the same time insist that things have never changed.

You could almost ignore these clerical shape-shifters' malformation, howling errors in scholarship, unmerited arrogance, pack-rat acquisitiveness, and self-absorption if they didn't compound their offenses with naked Pharisaism.  What's humorous is they think no one notices. Oh, sure, the cultie zombies remain bewitched, but, then, decent Catholic women and men know better than to value the superstitions of the morally blind and the psychically perverted.

Every week the same whipsaw shifts are on display in Daniel the Weasel's "Bishop's (?) Corner." Take a look at what he wrote on August 10:
The main sacrilege of our day is surely the N.O. itself, and Masses offered “one with”* the wicked antichrist occupying Rome.
Hypocritically he accuses the Novus Ordo of sacrilege, albeit he and the Unfortunate 14 he's "ordained" may be committing equally monstrous acts of sacrilege daily if his one-handed ordination is invalid. "One Hand" could dispel all doubt in an instant if he were to seek conditional orders and then re-ordain at least 13 of the 14 luckless souls who inauspiciously chose him as their ordaining "bishop." But pride keeps him from getting fixed. (BTW, his failure to remedy the doubt is something altogether alien to Catholic practice.)

"One Hand's" hypocrisy is only outdone by his promotion of the grandly over simplistic, intellectually dishonest "una-cum" fantasy. Even Li'l Dan knows it's an opinion invented fairly recently by the rent-seeking Big Don and his familiar, the Blunderer. He knows -- or ought to know -- the Church has never entertained their thesis, yet he presents it as though it were an article of faith, which he is brash enough to pretend to teach. Horse feathers! His Vagrancy has no such brief. At best, he can recommend established doctrine as a private person (not as a teacher). He has no business saying anything about unsettled issues without a disclaimer. 

Behind the septic hypocrisy and intellectual dishonesty lies the wrongful lemma that Dannie's cult somehow represents -- or embodies --the true Church, and therefore he has the authority to convince others of sin. There's nothing immediately self-evident about that sede fiction. Indeed, the opposite is true. The behavior of the cult's clerics and the failure of "One Hand's" apostolate lead us to affirm the falseness of his avouchment.  His cult is just one of many factions asserting without warrant a claim on Catholicity. We don't have a problem with an individual priest's suppressing the una cum phrase in the Canon in his Mass. That's a matter of conscience. Our problem is with the cult fabulists who insist that those who in their good conscience do recite the phrase are sinners. At this time, given our imperfect knowledge, no one knows -- and no one can affirm -- what's the authentic Catholic teaching on the issue!

The truth of it is that Dannie's cult is a garish simulacrum, a low-brow parody, of the Church. Behind the empty pageantry and meretricious performance art of the "pontifical" big shows, where towering minions fuss over a wee, proletarian Dannie as he comically plays the aristocrat, there lies the harsh reality of untrained (and possibly invalid) clergy, savage self-interest, and the nagging fear of eventual exposure. Nothing is substantial. It's all make-believe: make-believe bishop and priests, make believe scholars and theologians, make-believe piety, make-believe 1950's Catholicism. All that's real is the fast friendship with the mammon of iniquity.

If you're not a cult slave, you know the Church doesn't reside in Tradistan. What poobah Dan and panjandrum Don have on offer -- non-stop fundraising, protean teachings, and theological legends -- bears only a superficial but misleading resemblance to the authentic Roman Catholic Church. On closer inspection, the sighted recognize it's a mirage.


COME OUT OF THE DARKNESS INTO THE REAL WORLD. GET OUTTA DANNIE AND DONNIE'S FANTASY LAND TODAY.

* "One with" is Dannie's translation of una cum. He's trying to be poetic with this supposedly hyper literal rendering. The trouble is, he's wrong. The una of una cum is really unā, an adverb from the feminine ablative singular form. The literal meaning, then, of unā  is in one and the same action or process, hence together, in company, at the same time. Like Cheeseball Checkie, he has no understanding of the way the Latin language operates. He's forever thinking like a very backward, linguistically challenged first-year student. As usual, he's trying to show off, and he falls flat on his face. One more reason not to click on the DONATE button if ever you're cyber-slumming at sgg.org/cult.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

SIMPLE ARITHMETIC?


... it is wise to concede that all things are one. Heraclitus (Fragment 50)

Deacon Dan must be getting fidgety about his doubtful orders: lots of traditional Catholics in the U.S., France, South America, and Mexico are talking about His One-Handedness and the real threat of invalid sacraments.

We wonder if that's why Daniel the Dirtbag is sending two of his doubtfully ordained "priests" abroad "for a Summer vacation visit to La France Sacré (sic!)," as he boasted in his August 3 "Bishop's (?) Corner." (Grammar-challenged Dannie, the relentless vulgarian, apparently never learned that la France is feminine, so the adjective must also be feminine -- Sacrée. He really shouldn't try to put on airs with such a lousy formation and unrefined personal background: he looks so very silly.)

Perhaps this tour is an attempt to allay some of the concerns over there about his one-handed ordination. The question over here is: Are the two goofball "priests" paying their way out of their own savings, or is the cult center underwriting all or part of the trip? Considering their "formation," it's hard to see how this odd couple could calm Gallic anxieties about dubious sacraments. We doubt the highly cultured, education-loving French will pay heed to the two meatballs if they go as ambassadors for Dannie's orders.

On this side of the Atlantic, fresh tales from the East Coast inform us that CLODs ("close loyalists of Dannie") are feverishly telling everybody who'll listen that only a substantial change in the matter of a sacrament renders it invalid. According to Li'l Dan's surrogates, when Abp. Lefebvre imposed one hand on Wee Dan's pin head in 1976, it was not a substantial change to Pius XII's rite (which, we point out again, without question specifies the imposition of hands). Apparently they've wisely abandoned Tony the Blunderer's other arguments and are circling the wagons on this one point. Although last year we defeated or rebutted all the arguments Tony Baloney marshaled to support this contention, today we'll put to bed the specious "defense" in a way even a child can understand.

Let's first pose the central question of the debate:
A substantial change in the matter of a sacrament occurs when the matter employed, according to common usage and the estimation of prudent men (secundum communem usum et prudentium aestimationem)is not of the same appearance and name as that determined by Christ and the Church.* Accordingly, in light of Pius XII's very specific, infallible teaching that determined the imposition of hands as the valid matter of the sacrament of priestly orders, Catholics must ask whether, according to common usage, one hand means the same thing as -- and looks like --  two hands.
Now, we'll answer the question by way of a case:
Inflamed by prurient sermons on women's dress and their sandals, Spurius, a leering, sede juvenile delinquent with a menacing overbite and terminal post-nasal drip, sits in a sticky back pew busily eyeballing hemlines and ankles.  He spies an "immodestly dressed" and summer-shod young fashionista, Virginia, as she gingerly shuffles out of the howling cult center in her spiffy, new Okabashis after being denied communion. Amid a spray of mucous-coated spittle, he snorts to himself, "Dat widdle fwoozie's gotta wearn a wesson in humiwity and iwwumination." He then clumsily springs to his two clubfeet to pursue her, as the crumpled, soiled newspapers on his lap fall noisily to the floor. When the on-trend maiden pauses to dab away a shimmering tear before exiting the squalid industrial park where the fly-blown cult center stands, the yellow-toothed, teen-aged cultie expertly breaks into the trunk of the coördinator's rusted 1992 Pontiac Firebird -- shredding, in the process, a faded I [HEART] TRADISTAN decal that masked the few, stray streaks of original primer. He steals the tire iron and, awkwardly twirling the deadly tool like a baton, menacingly resumes stalking the unsuspecting maiden. Two alert police officers in a passing cruiser observe the foaming, stumbling Trad hoodlum. Alarmed, they determine to shadow him. When the pot-holed access road dead ends, the pert young miss, absorbed in the stinging memory of her ill treatment at the hands of the mentally unbalanced priest and the shrieking harpies of the altar guild, turns around. To her astonishment, the excitedly panting sede bad-seed collides with her. Brandishing with wicked intent the greasy tire iron, the unsightly Traddie youth screeches at the startled lass, "Gimme yer fwip-fwops!" At that moment, the police leap from the patrol car, swiftly draw their side arms, and shout, "Put your hands in the air!" Curling his impetigo-ravaged lips into a crusty Elvis-Presley sneer, the junior sede thug and home-school-valedictorian raises just his one free hand
Well, we've all watched enough TV to guess what happens next, haven't we? Any resultant investigation by the cops' Internal Affairs Bureau will rule the ensuing police response justified: Every prudent man knows that hands doesn't mean hand.

The same goes for Sacramentum Ordinis: when Pope Pius XII decreed the imposition of hands as the matter of priestly ordination, he surely did not mean one hand would do. The Sovereign Roman Pontiff knew that, according to common usage, 1 does not equal 2.

Only a restored Church can give us a definitive answer to the puzzle of the archbishop's negligence. (Was it a Freudian slip?) In the meantime, all Catholics must follow the safer course and consider, as did the nine priests in 1990, "One-Hand Dan's" orders to be doubtful. (Naturally, the same goes for the Unfortunate 14 he's "ordained.")


Put an end to the ongoing threat of sacrilege. Tell all these losers to seek conditional orders immediately.


* Tanquerey, Synopsis Theologiae Dogmaticae (11th ed.) , III, § 285

Saturday, August 2, 2014

THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE

Say, is there Beauty yet to find?/ And Certainty? and Quiet kind? Brooke

Nothing characterizes the ongoing ecclesial crisis more accurately than the absence of certitude about once certain assumptions of Catholic life. The result has been a riot of competing guesses -- a few plausible, most untenable --about the Church's constitution. Exacerbating the confusion has been the appearance of self-interested, striving, clerical adventurers hell-bent on grabbing for themselves the kind of comfortable life that their social class, poor work ethic, and inferior education would have denied them were it not for the pitiable state of Christ's Church. (To be frank, the majority of these detestable loafers would've had a hard time becoming lay brothers in the good ol' days.)

For most of us, this uncertainty is maddening. We join a chapel based on emotion or prejudice or convenience. We persevere in our choice, for we've resigned ourselves to never knowing with certainty whether our decision was right or wrong. That's probably how most Traddies ended up in one or another of the several sede sects. It also explains why most don't leave even after such moral catastrophes like the 2009 SGG School Scandal. It's plainly a matter of negative loyalty: No matter how bad things are, the situation is probably worse elsewhere, so stick with the devil you know.

We'll never have meaningful answers until the Restoration. That event may not happen in our lifetimes. Nevertheless, our ignorance needn't condemn us to living with the nasty results of an honest mistake. In other words, there must be a way for us to sort out which Trad sect or chapel is the least injurious to our soul, our family, our bank account, and our will. Then we can escape Cultilandia.

Well, we think we've found the way, and that way is uncertainty itself. Here's what we mean:

If you're thinking of joining a chapel or want to decide whether to stay in the one you're in, talk to the priest about such topics as the defection of the pope, the Pius X/Pius XII/1962 liturgies, the validity of N.O. holy orders, una-cum Masses, modesty and strapless women's shoes, attendance at chapels with differing views, the Thục lineage, Sedevacantism and/or Sedeprivationism,  etc. (If, like many of Tradistan's clergy, yours is surly, backward, uncommunicative, or arrogantly standoffish, you'll have to listen to his public remarks on these matters.)

If he somehow acknowledges that these are opinions, not Church dogma, and that you are by no means required to agree 100% with him in order to assist at Mass and receive the sacraments, then you may have found the right place. Don't worry if he tries to persuade you. That's to be expected, as long as his attempts aren't high-pressured or harassing. Just leave at once if later he denies you communion or absolution, threatens you with removal, accuses you of mortal sin if you can't go along with his whole program, or claims that you are "confusing" the other faithful.

Believe it or not, there are priests out there well-formed enough to know the difference between sacred dogmas pronounced by the magisterium and mere speculations concocted by malformed ecclesiastical entrepreneurs. An intellectually honest, trustworthy, intelligent priest will acknowledge that the opinions he holds on these topics are not revealed truth. His uncertainty, then, is a sure sign that you haven't landed in a cult where a money-mad, disturbed control-freak aims to do violence to your conscience and empty your pocketbook.

On the other hand, run from any con artists who glibly offer pat answers to the profound mysteries of the Vatican II crisis. You now can recognize them. (But, then, you knew their identities without our help, didn't you?)