Catholic PewPOINT (jan30ed.htm)

Monday
January 30, 2006
vol 17, no. 17

"The Day Tradition Died"

Not even rock n' roll could prepare us for the devastation that was to come 47 years ago when John XXIII violated his solemn Papal Oath and signaled the death knell for the observance of the very constituted evangelic traditions he had vowed to uphold.

      I can't remember if I cried
      When I read of Christ's Mystical Bride,
      But something touched me deep inside
      The day tradition died.

      I started singing
      "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
      Genuflected to the altar,
      But the ransom was spent.
      And I wondered where true Catholics went
      Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
      "This'll be the day to repent."

    Last Wednesday Modern Rome released Benedict XVI's first encyclical Deus Caritas Est. It actually had been delayed a full month because of translation problems for it was dated December 25, 2005. In this day and age that sure sounds like a flimsy excuse, but then there have been so many lies permeating the modern Vatican since 1959 that those who cling to the new religion of conciliarism will believe and buy anything sight unseen. I haven't read the 71-page document thoroughly, just skimmed it for pertinent points which are, to be expected, few and far between. Don't know if I will read it word for word. I do know one thing: it can't be all good when the likes of the President of the USCCB sly William Skylstad as well as heretics Hans Kung and Roger Mahony praise it to the hilt. When I hear His Excellencies Bishop Richard Williamson, Bishop Mark Pivarunas and Bishop Donald Sanborn, not to mention dedicated priests Fathers Moderator, James Wathen, Louis Campbell, Anthony Cekada, Yves LeRoux, Kevin Vaillancourt, Lawrence Smith, Dominic and Francisco Radecki and other traditional priests praising it, then I will be convinced it is a good thing. Until then, well, those who have read Father Joseph Ratzinger's writings in the past know he is the master of doublespeak and ambiguity. What is to make us think a papal pallium changes that? Already he is giving his predecessor a run for his money with another verbose document, though I understand BeneRatz dovetailed his encyclical with an undone one left over from the last days of John Paul II. Between the two - grafted as Ratztyla - verbosity has become an art. What ever happened to short and succinct? Most encyclicals prior to 1959 could be read on a coffee break or at least in half an hour. The entire dogmatic decrees of the Council of Trent (not counting The Catechism of Trent ) weren't 71 pages long!

    I can say that the subject matter of love is laudable and a key component of the great St. Augustine's teaching on the three degrees of love - eros, caritas and agape. No marriage can last without the latter two. In fact, there is no love whatsoever with only eros. Where do you think the word "erotic" came from? Hopefully, this document on love will stand firm for the natural law and squeeze out homosexual "eros" that has suffocated the clergy like a succubus. And it is this imbalance of love over all else that has thrown the conciliar church into a free fall for they have forgot that while God is love, all-loving, He is equally Just, for He will exact His Justice as the merciful Supreme Judge.

    And therein is the divine rub, for we all know in our hearts that God has withdrawn His graces from the man-made church and allowed the deterioration in order to let it whither and die on its own as Christ asserts in Matthew 7: 15-20 before the Almighty will send us a holy shepherd to lead the faithful in rebuilding Christ's true Church for He has promised that "the gates of hell shall not prevail against it" (Matthew 16: 17). True to His word, from the faithful remnant will come a glorious dawn for Holy Mother Church.

    Speaking of dawn, there is a maritime idiom which applies to what has happened over the last half century: "Red sky at night, sailor's delight; red sky in the morning, sailor take warning." Needless to say, I have no way of obtaining the weather conditions in Rome at daybreak of the 25th day of January in 1959, but the sky could very well have been crimson considering the omen of what would occur that afternoon at St. Paul Outside-the Walls when John XXIII issued his "spontaneous" announcement of convening an ecumenical council. Little did anyone, save for those fifth columnists like Anibale Bugnini and others whom we would learn of in later years, know the crisis in store for the Mystical Bride of Christ.

    It all started so innocently. The truly good Pope Pius XII had passed to his eternal reward on October 9th of 1958. He was the only Roman Pontiff I had known for he had been sitting on the throne for nearly four years before I came into the world in 1943. The more one studies this magnificent man, the more one appreciates that God rose up such a stalwart shepherd for the darkest of times to many in Europe and to the United States with our troops on the mainland and in the Pacific theater, and later in Korea. Three weeks after Papa Pacelli's death, one of the men Pius had exiled because of his suspicion of heresy had been elected to succeed him. It would not be until recently that even that election would be suspect. Back then, that would have been the last thing anyone would ever have imagined. Yet Sacred Scripture, Saints and approved apparitions from the Mother of God had foretold these times. Yet we were all caught napping.

    In such a dreamlike stupor, pardon me if I wax nostalgic for a little while. I was in my sophomore prep year at Our Lady of the Ozarks Minor Seminary in Carthage, Missouri studying for the priesthood with the Oblates of Mary Immaculate back when they were orthodox in every way. The missionary harvest of the Order founded in the post-French Revolution days by the holy and dedicated Bishop Eugene de Mazenod was showing tremendous fruits. The seminary was packed, fifteen Holy Masses were said every day in the small chapel and oratories throughout the campus. Seventeen priests were part of the faculty, the good holy nuns ran the kitchen, refectory and infirmary. Seminarians did the grunt work and we liked it. We welcomed the prayer life always, though at 5: 30 in the morning not all were as attentive to heavenly things as they should have been. During meditation heads often bobbed, and a few times snoring could be heard above the snickering from the rest. Yes, we were human, but we at least strived to be holy. No one ever said it would be easy and our studies were anything but. We welcomed the respite from the books to exercise our bodies as well as our minds. Ora et labora. If anyone showed any inclination whatsoever toward effeminity he was quickly quarantined and drummed out. No limp wrists in the OMI Order; at least not at the time when the new decade of the 60's moved closer on the horizon. All seemed right with the world. Or so we thought.

    A wave of yesteryear has flooded my memory as I recall the impact of John XXIII's announcement which didn't actually reach us for a week or so back in 1959. In fact it was a day after Candlemas when we first heard the news about a new ecumenical council to "open the Church to the world." In truth at the time, it had less impact than the other news we heard that night: the sudden death of rock n' roll legends Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and Jiles Perry Richardson, Jr., aka the Big Bopper of Chantilly Lace fame in a plane crash in an Iowa cornfield. In retrospect, we can see worldly things had already infiltrated our priorities and were battling spirituality and virtue for equal time or more - yes, even in an orthodox seminary no less. Satan never sleeps.

    January 25th had also been Septuagesima Sunday that year. When we finally heard about the events in the eternal city on the Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul it was a Tuesday night, the Feast of St. Blaise. In our studies the discipline was that one didn't watch TV or read newspapers except on Saturdays or once in a while the evening news after supper. Most of the time we were so wrapped in our studies that we had little time to catch up on world news. But, considering our age group, the news of Buddy Holly's death rocked our foundations. Again, see how priorities were already sculpting our psyches?

    I can remember that we had just completed the grueling Latinum Auxilium tests and the Seminary Rector and Father Prefect had been in an unusually good mood for they were confident Our Lady of the Ozarks would represent herself well in the nationwide contest for best Latin students. Thus, they had suspended study hall and many raced to the rec-room to play pool, pingpong or watch TV. The large TV room was packed that night including many of the priests who had joined us. It was there, after being shocked about the deadly plane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa - which would later be forever memorialized as "the day the music died" - that a network reporter back from Rome was explaining what had happened the week before at St. Paul's. There was some speculation put forth by the local anchor but nothing what we expected. Fortunately back then, the priests were truly consecrated men of God and also abided by the rules they set down. Therefore, until we all watched the news, few knew much about the new "aggiornamento" agenda already in the planning. Many of us actually thought John XXIII was merely convening the bishops in order to wrap up loose ends left over from Pope Pius IX's reign and officially close the First Vatican Council.

    Oh, if only we had known then what we know now. Little did we realize the revolution, which we knew going on in Eastern Europe as the Iron Curtain expanded its ironclad grip, would affect each and every one of us. Let's examine just where we were back then:

  • Catholicism was thriving in the U.S. Churches were full on Sunday mornings. Births were up. Baptisms an oft-occasion. Confessional lines waited up to an hour and a half to be absolved of their sins every Saturday afternoon into the early evening. Those who started each work day at Holy Mass often shared the communion rail with grade-school students before a full day of classes. Stern, but loving nuns marshaled their pupils with an iron fist but a sympathetic heart. Their main goal: Molding tomorrow's Catholic leaders. Please don't blame the good holy daughters of Eve for the likes of Senators Ted Kennedy, Patrick Leahy, John F. Kerry, Dick Durbin, Tom Harkin, Joe Biden and the rest of that ilk who were Catholic school students at the time, or men like Cardinals Theodore McCarrick, Bernard Law, Edward Egan, , Mahony and the Archbishop of Boston Sean O'Malley, OFM not to mention a covey of other prelates who were all given an orthodox Catholic education. What went wrong? One word: Satan!

  • Catholicism was thriving in the missionary countries. The Philippines saw an explosion of conversions and countries like Vietnam and Laos, little known at the time, were showing great strides in converting to the True Faith. I know because the Oblates were active in preaching the Gospel to the Filipinos and Southeast Asians. And speaking of tropical countries, Cuba was in the throes of upheaval. Fidel Castro had just overthrown Fulgencio Batista and the blood-red sickle was just beginning to cast its permanent shadow over the poor island of Cuba. It had still not become a wake-up call to the U.S. just 90 miles north until a few years later when the shock of the Cuban Missile Crisis would wake America to the reality of how close we were to the brink of World War III. Little did anyone realize that the real world War III would begin October 11, 1962 and continue to this day with the casualties of souls in the hundreds of millions.

  • Rumblings on the homefront. Americans were just emerging from the bunker mentality of air raid shelters, UFO's and the McCarthy Hearings in which a good Catholic Senator Joseph McCarthy of Wisconsin had been totally blackballed by the very men he had warned against. Few realized it at the time. History has a way of keeping us blind to the causes that effect the effects. I can remember a television series that kept me on my toes and, in truth, was one of the scariest (prompting true nightmares), and that was "I Led Three Lives" - the true story of double agent Herb Philbrick, played convincingly by Richard Carlson. We were living in those very times and whether the fear factor had been manipulated or not, we realized Communism was a real threat. Yet Madison Avenue sought to divert us from such reality, touting the last hurrah for garish tailfins on GM and Chrysler cars; the new look Studebaker Lark, Plymouth Valiant, Mercury Comet and the Ford Edsel were already on their last legs, so to speak, though we did not know at the time. Charlton Heston was just wrapping "Ben Hur" set to debut around Easter. Nikita Kruschev was the bad guy for we were at the height of the cold war. His shoe-stomping UN temper tantrum threat that he would bury us was still fresh in our memories. General Dwight D. Eisenhower, the World War II hero, was still in the White House but a young fellow, backed by his dad's financial empire and encouraged by the Cardinal Archbishop of Boston Richard Cushing, already in Joe Kennedy's pocket, was making waves as a young Navy hero on a PT Boat. His good looks and fresh face were making great inroads in political circles and having a stunning French aristocratic wife didn't hurt things. The only obstacle he faced: Would the US voters elect a Catholic for President? That had been Al Smith's downfall and many thought a win for John Fitzgerald Kennedy would never materialize. Oh, how wrong they were. In retrospect, we can see he was the new-wave 'Catholic' which the modernist Cushing had sponsored; the latter originating the phrase heard ever since from so-called 'Catholic' pro-abort politicians: "Personally, I'm against it, but I must serve my constituency." In other words, 'I am Catholic but I will abdicate my Faith to get ahead and please man. Never mind God.' Evidently Cushing and the rest had never heard of Saint Thomas More or ethics for that matter.

  • We should have seen the signs in the increasing scarlet sky: Steamy films "Peyton Place" and "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" were two of the top grossing films and the Legion of Decency had their hands filled (note: that was back when the Legion of Decency and the Catholic Bishops held clout and were respected because they earned the respect by being, for the most part, totally Catholic). The Legion of Decency had influence on Hollywood and big families were the norm not just in the midwest but in the east, northeast, south, northwest and southwest as well. Few thought it strange that your classmates had ten or more siblings. Vocations were teeming. The parents of today's pro-abort, pro-sodomite leftist Hollywood activists such as Alec Baldwin, Holly Hunter, Sharon Stone, Andie MacDowell, Tim Robbins and Rita Wilson were glowing over their 1958 newborns. Where did the parents of these future actors go wrong? We know, thank God for the aforementioned, that their parents were not pro-choice or they wouldn't be around today to tout that killing a baby in the womb was alright! Literary-wise quality filled the shelves with books by historians Bruce Catton (Civil War) and William Shirer (World War II). Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, Allen Drury's "Advice and Consent, James A. Michener's Hawaii, Herman Wouk's "This is My God" and Leon Uris' work "Exodus" were among the best sellers.

    Who'da thunk it back in early 1959? Little did anyone in my class, or the entire campus - including our sacerdotal professors - have a clue of what lie ahead on the horizon. The reasons for that are of course because that was before the high-tech boom. Technology? Back then it was defined as "Industrial science, systematic knowledge of the industrial arts" in my 1954 edition of the "Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary" which I still use to this day, dog-eared as it is. Vinyl records - 33 LP and the popular single 45's were the rage. There were no computers, iPods, cell phones, Intel chips or the like. "Computer" in my dictionary was defined simply as "computation or calculation." That was it. In fact Xerox had just released the first copier and it was met with "huhs?" in a world oriented toward mimeograph. Even though newspapers were the source for sports, comics and crosswords, many still received their world news in theatres thanks to "Newsreel" before the feature film began. Radio stations consisted of Top 40, gospel, easy listening, country. The Oldies station featured World War II songs and swing. News was mostly local and parishes were pretty much in the dark unless the local Ordinary wrote a Pastoral Letter. Other than those who remembered Father Patrick Payton's Rosary Hour, few depended on their faith via electronics, or, for that matter the daily newspaper. The Farm Report and weather report were vital to many waking in the longest month of the winter for their daily bread. More important for good Catholics in the early hours was abstaining from morning coffee or any kind of breakfast in order to receive Holy Communion during the weekdays. Sundays were reserved for family outings after a Sunday brunch following Holy Mass.

    Few families had color television sets, let alone three network stations in each city, maybe four or five if there was a Dupont network and an independent. The test pattern came on right after the National Anthem at 11 p.m. at night. I can remember a few times during the summer waking up to that annoying static Indian in the bullseye target. In the beginning of the second month of 1959, many were still buzzing about the great football game just a month before when Alan "the Horse" Ameche had plunged into the frozen tundra endzone of the Polo Grounds following the blocks of his Baltimore Colts' line to beat the New York Giants in overtime in what many still consider the most historic and impacted games in pro football history. The Rat Pack was just coming together while George Burns had just said "say, good night, Gracie" with the final show of the "Burns and Allen Show." Red Skelton, Ed Sullivan, Milton Berle, Jack Benny and, yes, Bishop Fulton J. Sheen ruled the airwaves. If only we had at least one Bishop Sheen today! Great care was taken to depict the Catholic Church in a favorable light, never smearing it except for the blasphemous Chick pamphlets that echoed what Thomas Nast perfected: Anti-Catholicism.

    Today, anti-Catholicism comes from within the ranks as modernist apostate bishops from the highest to the lowest undermine the true Faith and patronize pagans in any way they can, reserving their wrath for the only ones still faithful to the Faith: Traditional Catholics.

    Few if any could envision the horror that lay ahead or remembered the vision Pope Leo XIII had between satan and God and the importance of Heaven's Head Warrior Saint Michael. Leo's predecessor, Pope Pius IX strongly asserted that "Liberal Catholics are the worst enemies of the Church." Leo realized this and his successor Pope Saint Pius X knew as well, going to great lengths to assure it would not happen in the Church Christ founded. He fashioned, through the grace of the Holy Ghost - the Sanctifier - the infallible decree condemning Modernism "the Mother of all heresies" with his masterful encyclical Pascendi Domenici Gregis and directed that every priest take the mandatory Oath Against Modernism These reliable Roman Pontiffs saw the warning skies and acted accordingly as the good and holy shepherds they were. So also Pope Pius XI and Pius XII. It was the former who also could see the sirens of syncretism forming in the distance and did all he could to stop the advance with his stopgap encyclical "Mortalium animos"    Hardly anyone was aware back then that the recently deceased Pius had expressed his fears before even becoming Pope. While still Papal Nuncio, he warned, "A day will come when the civilized world will deny its God, when the Church will doubt as Peter doubted. She will be tempted to believe that man has become God, that His Son is merely a symbol, a philosophy held by so many others, and in the churches Christians will search in vain for the red lamp where God awaits them, like Magdalen weeping before the empty tomb, 'Where have they taken Him?'" Eugenio Maria Giuseppe Pacelli also was gravely concerned about the Fatima message and yet, for reasons known only to God, did not follow through on the consecration requested by Our Lady; quite probably because when the Third Secret of Fatima was delivered to the Holy See in 1957, cancer had already set in. Yet he often expressed to confidants,"I am worried by the Blessed Virgin's Messages to Lucy at Fatima. This persistence of Mary about the dangers that menace the Church is a divine warning against the suicide that would be represented by the alteration of the Faith, in her liturgy, her theology, and her soul." He also spoke often of what lay ahead: "I hear around me reformers who want to dismantle the Holy Sanctuary, destroy the universal flame of the Church, to discard all her adornments, and smite her with remorse for her historic past." He was not only a holy shepherd, he was a prophet.

    In remembering yesteryear, it makes one pine for a man of Pius XII's character and sanctity. It makes one yearn for the total dedication of the priests and nuns whose main goal was to see that souls were taught right from wrong and how to get to Heaven. Families didn't concern themselves with contraception or abortion. Their main goal was to populate Heaven. Most mothers were stay at-home-moms who nurtured the little ones and served as the heart of the family while the father was the head of the family: stern, but loving and fair. This combination produced countless vocations. Many vocations were diverted not because of their upbringing, but because of two other reasons. First, insurgents had already infiltrated diocesan seminaries as well as many Religious Orders such as the Jesuits, Benedictines, Dominicans and Franciscans, not to mention the Christian Brothers with curriculums that compromised and introduced dangerous philosophical and theological ideas. Pragmatism gave way to pleasing Protestants. After Vatican II seminaries closed in droves. Even back then as the numbers showed a decline, the new Vatican spun it as a positive. Go figure. Secondly, and I am convinced in my case this is so, God stepped in and through His grace lifted me out of the situation I was in. My spiritual director the long-deceased Father Francis Zachman, OMI, bless his holy heart, told me there are two kinds of vocation in the seminary: a vocation to the priesthood, and a vocation to the seminary to prepare one for something else God has in mind. Mine was no doubt the latter for He was preparing me not only for reaching more without a Roman collar on, but preserving me from being invalidly ordained for I would not have received Holy Orders until 1970 at the earliest. We all know Paul VI changed the rite of ordination by trifling with the divinely ordained rite, something no pope ever had the right to do. In these outrageous acts, Paul VI gravely violated the sacred Pontifical Oath he had taken upon his coronation. We will deal with this Sacred Oath later in this commentary. Perhaps Montini's disregard for his sacred vow is why he was the last to take that solemn oath which had been faithfully taken by every Roman Pontiff since Pope St. Agatho towards the end of the 7th century.

    It is so easy to see the devastated vineyard today. When one knows their faith it is also easy to see what happened and even more important, what needs to be done. First and foremost, one must isolate the cancer rather than letting it spread by doing nothing. The best way to extract the cancer is by quarantining the infected part. Unfortunately almost the entire body has metastasized and yet no treatments have been applied as they continue to inhale the man-made, synthetic Protestant and pagan service of the Novus Ordo and embrace the heretical ecumenical mindset where "Universal Salvation" is touted and the modern conciliar church states unequivocally, as quoted in Benedict's first encyclical that the "Church's charitable activity cannot be used as a means of engaging in what is nowadays considered proselytism."

    "Nowadays"? More of the modernism-speak that proves if a papal document veers even one iota from Catholic truth that it must be dismissed as dangerous. As far as I remember proselytism was always the benchmark of the Church's charitable activity for there can be no greater love than wanting salvation for our neighbor. My dictionary defined proselytism way back when as an "Act, practice, or result of making converts." Isn't that what our Lord had in mind when He said in Mark 16: 15-16, "Go ye into the whole world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth, and is baptized, shall be saved: but he that believeth not, shall be condemned"? Saints and martyrs would truly be surprised at Benedict's logic, or should I say 'shocked'! They would be even more shocked that the people were still following a false shepherd. Satan must be doing handstands with so many bishops already in his employ.

    Coincidentally, on January 25 this year, Cyberspace News Service released an article on how the NSA (National Security Agency) have retaliated against agents who have blown the whistle on incompetence and errors within the agency. For their vigilance they have been subjected to harassment and interminable psychological pigeon-holing, labeled as "psychotic", "delusional" and "paranoid." They are considered out of touch with reality and are not working as a team. Therefore they have been ostracized and demeaned. Those singled out have claimed the NSA is using Soviet tactics to try to cover up and brainwash agents and the nation. While this news might be new to many who have bought the lies over the years, to Traditionalists we are very familiar with these tactics which might have originated behind the Iron Curtain but have been perfected in the Vatican II church. Ask any Traditional Catholic. That is why BeneRatz' encyclical missed the point.

    It would have been wonderful if January 25, 2005 had served as the bookend to January 25, 1959. The end of the madness. I mean it can't go on much longer, can it? Yet, from Benedict's encyclical it would seem we're in for the same ol' same ol' because, once again, the truth has been beaten around the bush and embedded in the bitter bark of universal salvation. Lost in the translation of "in the light of tradition" is the fact that to love God is not enough if we do not show why God is love. Loving our neighbor to get along is not loving God, loving our neighbor out of love for God is fulfilling the two great commandments. The greatest love we can show, agape, is loving our fellow man enough - whether friend or enemy - to lead them to the ONLY means of salvation - the One True Church which has thrice defined the dogma Extra Ecclesiam Nulla Salus. Humanism, ecumenism and globalism have nothing to do with love of God or the fact God is love. Sacrifice and selflessness in striving to do God's Will in all things have everything to do with love of God and God loving us.

    I highly doubt Benedict even mentioned the focal point of our Catholic Faith and therein is the greatest omission lost to millions upon millions. There is no greater love than Christ's ultimate Sacrifice on the Cross and no greater love than the "Three Treasures" He left us for all time: not only His Spirit, and His Immaculate Mother Mary as Mother of the Church, but the Immemorial Mass of All Ages - the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in which the priest - a consecrated man of God duly ordained for the sole purpose of saving his and the souls of his flock - reenacts the Sacrifice of Calvary daily in an unbloody manner by offering the propitiatory Sacrifice of Christ to the Father on our behalf in the Mother Tongue of the Church. Our participation must be of the propitiatory purpose, not participatory and inclusive "unity of community" nonsense. We don't need to be Latin scholars, just let our hearts follow the true language of love: The Traditional Latin Mass which fulfills our necessity to adore, thank, ask forgiveness and petition God that we can navigate the narrow path to Heaven. No amount of tomes, volumes, or verbosity from Modern Rome can change, enhance or define and explain Deus Caritas Est better than the Ordinary of the Holy Mass and the proper Propers. Adding in the simple Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity, said at the beginning of every Holy Rosary, exemplify that fact. Contained within the structure of the Holy Sacrifice are all the components for salvation and we do not need to dialogue with those who don't have that priceless treasure. What true dialogue must consist of is to share uncompromisingly the vital necessity that our "separated brethren" repent of their apostasy and get their souls right with God by being in the State of Sanctifying Grace. That is where God is truly love. It begins with Baptism and those who have been baptized and have reached the age of reason must afford themselves of the purifying Sacrament of Penance or else all else is in vain. That is the true definition of illustrating how God is love and Benedict missed the mark. Had he truly been Catholic he would have included those points and retitled his encyclical Deus Veritas Est, but then the truth hasn't been prevalent in the Vatican since January 25, 1959.

    On October 28, 1958 at his Papal Coronation John XXIII vowed before God the following:

    "I vow to change nothing of the received Tradition, and nothing thereof I have found before me guarded by my God-pleasing predecessors, to encroach upon, to alter, or to permit any innovation therein;

       To the contrary: with glowing affection as her truly faithful student and successor, to safeguard reverently the passed-on good, with my whole strength and utmost effort;

       To cleanse all that is in contradiction to the canonical order, should such appear; to guard the Holy Canons and Decrees of our Popes as if they were the divine ordinance of Heaven, because I am conscious of Thee, whose place I take through the Grace of God, whose Vicarship I possess with Thy support, being subject to severest accounting before Thy Divine Tribunal over all that I shall confess;

       I swear to God Almighty and the Savior Jesus Christ that I will keep whatever has been revealed through Christ and His Successors and whatever the first councils and my predecessors have defined and declared.

       I will keep without sacrifice to itself the discipline and the rite of the Church. I will put outside the Church whoever dares to go against this oath, may it be somebody else or I.

       If I should undertake to act in anything of contrary sense, or should permit that it will be executed, Thou willst not be merciful to me on the dreadful Day of Divine Justice.

       Accordingly, without exclusion, We subject to severest excommunication anyone -- be it Ourselves or be it another -- who would dare to undertake anything new in contradiction to this constituted evangelic Tradition and the purity of the orthodox Faith and the Christian religion, or would seek to change anything by his opposing efforts, or would agree with those who undertake such a blasphemous venture."

    As we can see less than three months later he had broken that solemn vow and ever since it has been one violation after another against this oath to God.

    Though music has continued since the death of Holly, Havens and the Big Bopper, it wasn't the same after and Don McLean's song "American Pie" (definitely not to be confused with the obscene movie of the same name), put it succinctly with "the day the music died." Catholicism has continued, but only in the remnant Church - eclipsed by the dawn of a new religion whose skies replicated lucifer's favorite color - for it was never the same after that announcement on Septuagesima Sunday in 1959. Below I have penned a like lamentation to the music of "American Pie". I call it "The Day Tradition Died."

Michael Cain, editor



"The Day Tradition Died"
Sung to the music of Don McLean's "American Pie"

            A long, long time ago...
            I can still remember
            How that true Faith used to make me smile.
            And I knew if I did not weave
            That I could make those people believe
            And, yes, they'd be happy with no guile.

            But that January made me shiver
            With the unknown that would deliver.
            Bad news of V2 advertised
            With His Church being modernized.

            I can't remember if I cried
            When I read of Christ's Mystical Bride,
            But something touched me deep inside
            The day tradition died.

            "So bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            And I wondered where all true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            R "This'll be the day to repent."

            Did you write the book of love,
            And do you have faith in God above,
            If the Bible tells you so?
            Do you sing Gregorian Chant,
            The Apostle's Creed can you incant?
            Believing and living it to save your mortal soul,
            And can you teach me how to pray real slow?

            Well, I know that you're in love with Him
            When going to a real church, not a NO gym.
            You had dropped down on both your knees,
            Humbled in His House He you would please.

            I was a lonely sinner trying to pray,
            Dressed for the King of kings that day,
            Little did I know how I should have cried
            The day tradition died.

            I started singing
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            And I wondered where true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."

            Now forty-seven years we've been on our own
            And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
            But that's not how it used to be.
            When reliable Popes spoke so clearly,
            Wearing a tiara reserved for the Holy See,
            And a Voice that came from above, you see.

            Oh, and while the King was looking down,
            The devil stole His thorny crown.
            The council convened, then adjourned;
            Catholic truth was overturned.
            And while Montini changed the Mass,
            The bishops went along with the crass,
            And we sang dirges on the grass
            The day tradition died.

            We were singing
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            And we wondered where the true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."

            Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
            For John Paul I there was no shelter,
            His successor had come on fast
            No coroner's report was made known,
            The players tried to eclipse the throne,
            Imposters in purple and red were cast.

            Now globe-trotting became the rage,
            The path of ecumenism? Not sage.
            Confused, many left the Church
            While some began to search
            Not to be caught in the lurch
            Truth was rare and often sealed
            For conciliarists refused to yield.
            Do you recall what was revealed
            The day tradition died?

            We started singing,
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            And we wondered where all true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."

            At the New Order rite all held hands,
            A generation lost in the desert sands,
            With no time left for the true Faith.
            So came Assisi not once but twice!
            We must bury the Holy Sacrifice
            Cause fire is the devil's only wraith.

            Oh, and as I watched them on the stage
            My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
            No angel born in hell
            Could break that satan's spell.
            And as the flames climbed high into the night
            To light the sacrificial rite,
            I saw satan laughing with delight
            The day tradition died.

            I was singing,
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            I wondered where all the good Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."

            I met a NO priest who sang the blues
            And I asked him for some happy news,
            But he just smiled and turned away.
            I went down to the nearest altar
            Where I'd prayed many psalters,
            But the door was locked, not open today.

            And in the streets: the children screamed,
            The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
            But not a word was spoken;
            The church bells all were broken.
            And the three Men I admire most:
            The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
            Affirmed the True Presence was no longer in the Host
            The day tradition died.

            And they were singing,
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            Wondering where all the true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."

            They were singing,
            "Bye-bye, all the teachings of Trent,"
            Genuflected to the altar,
            But the ransom was spent.
            Wondering where all the true Catholics went
            Praying, "This'll be the day to repent."
            "This'll be the day to repent."



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