After delivering a forest of switches to misbehaving cult "clergy" and "religious" last week, Krampus returned exhausted. Our shaggy prankster was particularly miffed at having to make a second stop in Highland, MI, at the — LOL — "convent." (In past years, he could skip the house: the "nuns" were once fiery-eyed foes of Tradzilla because he used to laugh and call them names.)
"Every year," ol' Krampus complained resentfully, "the list of Tradistan's naughties grows longer and longer. When's it all going to end?"
A fair question, we thought. For sure, it's one everybody's asking. And that gave PL the idea for today's post. Many of you may remember The McLaughlin Group, the long-running political commentary and discussion show on PBS, the host of which passed away in August 2016. Our favorite recurring segment featured Dr. McLaughlin's inviting the panelists to venture their predictions.
Accordingly, by way of tribute to the late former Jesuit who enlivened many a Friday evening, PL asked staff to predict events in 2017 that might lead to the end of Tradistan before next Christmas. We told everyone here to think BIG, to guess boldly. Nothing would be too far fetched or absurd. Our good buddy Krampus hopes the new year can bring relief. Besides, Santa's been concerned about the rapid deforestation of the planet if his companion has to cut an equal number of birch rods every year.
As the Readers shared predictions, it dawned on the group that all you guys out in cyberspace could lend a hand. Many of you are keen observers or, like us, former victims of the cult masters; furthermore, often you have more information about internal cult activity than we do. Therefore, we decided to post our most imaginative conjectures for TRADPOCALYPSE and invite you to add your own guesses in the comments section. That way Krampus can get a better idea of how many names he might cross off come December 2017.
Doesn't that sound like fun? It sure does to us. As a handsel for our Latin-loving friends, we've concluded with a general prediction of Tradistan's collapse in everybody's (except the cult masters') favorite language.
So, as Jackie Gleason used to say, "and away we go!"
Reader # 1's Prediction: Dannie and Tony Baloney won't be able to wait for the renovated and expanded Bishop's Lodge to re-open in late spring of 2018. Knowing they can never retire to the artsy Southwest (or anywhere else), they may splurge in 2017 at another deluxe spa property in fashionable Santa Fe. Scandalized by the mortally sinful waste of their contributions, the dead-broke Gerties won't believe Travelin' Man Dan and Breezy Cheesy went on a "pilgrimage." When the Gruesome Twosome returns to the dilapidated Ohio cult center, they may well find mostly raccoons and mice to greet them.
Reader # 3's Prediction: Way, way back in May, Big Don promised he would "[s]hortly...found an organization of Traditional Catholic priests" that "will give a 'body' to what already exists in spirit, i.e., a common mind and way of acting among our priests..." (click here for the full statement on p. 2). Well, seven months have come and gone. It's the end of December already, and not a peep from the pestholuse: the last newsletter said absolutely nothing. Therefore, either this new "body," like Tradzilla's other embarrassing flop, the Big $30 K plan of 2011, will never materialize, or, if it does, the members will be limited to the toad-eating "clergy" the Donster already dominates. As the clerical grapevine has it, there's a boatload of questions about Don's so-called "Declaration of Theological Principles," and no one except his sycophants may want to sign on. The failure of the rector's initiative won't have any effect on Reader # 2's and # 5's guess.
PL's Corporate Prediction in Latin: By far, this is the wildest one we made as a group. Up front, we'll grant the probability of its coming true in late 2017 is pretty low. Nonetheless, the idea gives so much encouragement to everyone that we can't resist, notwithstanding the risk of depraved cult zombies' mocking us if it doesn't happen this year. But since it's in Latin, we're probably safe: their "clergy" won't be able to translate for them. So, begging pardon from the shades of Lucan for not preserving all the quantities, we predict that
Tota tegetur Tradistan* dumetis: etiam perierint ruinae.