Catholic PewPOINT (jan25ed.htm)

January 25, 2008
vol 19, no. 25

Day of Madness: The Day Tradition Died

Not even rock n' roll could prepare us for the devastation that was to come 49 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."

    As Dr. Thomas A. Droleskey pinpoints so precisely in his poignant piece today, Singing the Old Songs, those who have read Fr. 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? It didn't for Angelo Roncalli, Giovanni Montini, Luciani Albino, Karol Wojtyla or Ratzinger. What was that part about a tiger never loses his stripes, a leopard his spots, a rat his odor? We've put up with the dumbing down by being numbed into acceptance for nearly half a century. This is basically a redact of an editorial written two years ago, but since we have several new readers in these times that weren't with us then or lurkers still lurking, we wanted to bring this back to put the "Pearl Harbor, November 22, 1963 and 9-11" concept into what this day really was. It was a sneak attack that the vast vast majority still don't realize. Not a shot was fired.

    The chronicles of time have always taught that cause and effect define history. So hard to grasp by so many, so easily misinterpreted by the few who put too much importance on their own self-worth, their own goals.

    Over countless generations we should have realized it would happen in the flash of time. Man measures time in linear terms. Therein the finite mind not only fails to grasp the answer, but also follows the wide way that leads to ruin. Time can be an ally or an enemy. Man's fate depends solely on his intent, a trait that often becomes intense. What is on his heart weighs greater for the defendant in the celestial courts than all the brilliance he can accumulate in his mind. While man preaches that time is of the essence, he fails to comprehend the inevitable essence of the situation. It is about time and what man is living on is borrowed! As we approach Ash Wednesday less than two weeks away we'd be wise to remember that.

    We'd also be wise to remember that you can't fool God. He knows all. We? We have both acquired and infused knowledge. Many believe the latter comes directly from a higher power. Others say it is instinctive; others still a deeper sense of the libido - an altered state that stores data for proper disposal at the time of coincidence. Saints and sinners - grave ones at that - possess the ability to store information derived from the world and the heavens.

    Deciphering the difference has been the task at hand for those who have had the daring to take up the mantle of the devil's advocates in determining what is best for man in modern times. Few men still believe the overwhelming, angelic powers of the fallen spirit. Even fewer the conclusion that the prince of the world is far more powerful than finite man. The question still baffles theologians and psychologists on why the devil continues a course where the light at the end of the tunnel can never shine. Pride is the rationale by which they arrive. Often through pride unproved and dangerous, very dangerous theories have been ushered in.

    One such theory was that the Mystical Bride of Christ could lower herself to accommodate the world. What foolishness! And yet that is exactly what occurred 49 years ago today. To understand how this madness began we only need to look back to the prologue of that day at St. Paul's Outside-the-Walls when John XXIII made that "spontaneous" (yeah, right!) announcement that he was calling a council to enable aggiornamento.

    For over half a century the periti of Rome worked painstakingly behind the scenes to lay the foundations of concession. As clandestine cabals go, they hadn't bothered anyone on the face of the earth, except a few scattered here and there who steadfastly clung to the Old Faith amidst great persecution and mockery. For the most part, the rest of sheep caved to the demons' derision of the Faith of the ancients, treating those few resisters as nothing more than superstitious fools. Political correctness, corruption, self-debasement and ridicule have rendered the true Faith of the Fathers practically impotent. But there is life left and therein is the voltage of hope. Meanwhile, each day reveals more how the decaying cadaver of the modernized counterfeit church of conciliarism has become a whited sepulcher. The Plebeians, who blindly and stubbornly continue to call themselves Catholic, have, for the most part, forsaken the Holy Sacrifice of a propitiatory nature for a more inclusive, streamlined participatory service portrayed as a meal, a Eucharistic Celebration where man venerates himself; all part of the Novus Ordo Seclorum, so prominent on every dollar beneath the cyclops pyramid. The pied pipers of pantheism have led the rats to the precipice. The Ark of the Covenant has been usurped. Indeed, liberty, equality and fraternity have finally triumphed. Viva la Revolution!

    While many have proselytized the Scriptures and what those inspired words portend - including the time prior to the Second Coming of Christ - few give it credence. Save for a remnant scattered around the globe who cling to the tenets of their faith, the rest of civilization is already in the firmament of Gehenna's Galaxy. Worldwide terrorism, epidemic diseases, a tsunami of moral depravity have washed the world in a gray matter of ambiguity and malaise. The entire global culture has become a cesspool of an amoral value system that can, quite easily, if one is so inclined, be justified in the Holy Book itself. Thus, the once Sacred Scriptures have been rewritten, updated. It is not global warming we should be concerned with, but rather the global warning from God.

    For over half a millennium those who felt man had a better idea have chipped away at the foundations of faith. Absolutes have been abandoned in favor of new thought, concepts of relativism. The reformers are determined to have their day come hell or high water. Most of the time it's dry dock and the former. From all that has happened over the past few decades, would one not agree that the world has arrived at this crowning moment when East and West might be one again, along with every apostate that ever bolted true Christendom. Universal Salvation it's called. Compromise is almost complete.

    In the last 50 years, dramatic changes have occurred in the world power structure; a metamorphosis few can comprehend, even fewer realizing the future ramifications. The spoils of innumerable revolutions, civil wars, corruption and the fatigue of virtue have laid bare the victim, exposed the body of man to the pollution of power and make him prey to the pull of the beast. Animals all, embattled and embittered, in a battle for survival of the fittest.

    Over the years authors have penned their thoughts, publishing books, articles, pamphlets and websites that touch on these times, warn of the consequences. Yet no can ever conceive of the mind of God. Countless trees have been sacrificed to satiate the lust of millions in a billion-dollar porn industry that pours over into the everyday media until the shock has worn off in these numbed and dumbed-down times. What had been murmured in the backrooms and boasted of in locker rooms has spilled out onto Main Street and into living rooms, and yes, even churches. This has all been aided by the Motion Picture and Television industry. The muckrakers have sated themselves at the banquet of celluloid, slothfully gorging souls with a veritable menu of the devil's delights as they have steadily descended from the golden age to the gilded age. The once powerful safeguard of the influential Legion of Decency has long ago been abandoned, thus opening the floodgates of the Seven Deadly Sins. Society has allowed the envelope to be pushed as far as possible and beyond. The clash of ideologies has only fed the antibodies of tolerance and compromise, fear and loathing, pride and prejudice, envy and egalitarianism, inordinate sensual passions and passivity, anger and angst, voracity and violence, indolence and insurrection. These deadly germs have metastasized every nation, engorging the bulging tumor of a One-World Order - a One-World Religion - masked behind the verbal engineering of "globalization" and "ecumenism."

    Ah, yes, there's that word again, all thanks to aggiornamento. How could it have ever gotten to this point we ask rhetorically, knowing all too well the answer; yet so few who are willing to accept the truth and stand apart from the masses in seeking out true Masses. Let us, then, retrace our steps and go back to the fifties.

    Even by the mid fifties of the twentieth century, every political chamber and court room had been compromised and oft corrupted. The American Dream was the be-all and end-all, powered by the sizzle of Madison Avenue. One could be whatever they wanted to be, God's Laws be damned. By the turn of the second millennium the same would hold true for ecclesiastical chanceries, curias, cathedrals, synagogues, mosques, revival tents, broadcast evangelism, and street corner soap-boxes. The siren of temporal achievements, needs and wants has succeeded in deafening the lyre of virtue and right. Ironically, while more have been canonized over the past four decades than all the saints of two millennia, in truth this has been an era void of saints.

    Indeed, today the world is ripe for the picking. From scarce sources the supplicating cry of Abraham that the Lord save His children seems to be only echoing off tin ears, tuned to the world in the manner that ants would traipse in step over the burrowed ruts of a dead, hollowed-out rotting piece of oak. All in vain.

    What seemingly began so innocently on a brisk January day in Rome in 1959 has turned into a tsunami of souls too many to number. What happened on this day ranks as the most devious and successful revolutions in all of history. Few were aware that the waves of apostasy were roiling, no not on the Tyhrrhenian Sea not far from St. Paul's Basilica Outside-the-Walls, but within the minds and souls of those out to forge their own agenda in accommodating the times and trends.

    Looking back, 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 exact meteorologist readings and cloud patterns 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" (don't you love that word?) 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 been on 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, Rudolph Guiliani, Patrick Leahy, John F. Kerry, Dick Durbin, Tom Harkin, Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi 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.
  • We will bury you. Banging his show on the podium, Nikita Kruschev was the bad guy for we were at the height of the cold war. His shoe-stomping UN temper tantrum threat 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). Unlike today's lavender USCCB who do not even blink when one of their chosen ones praises atheistic and sodomite films, back in 1959 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 late 50's 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, smart cards, 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! The closest I can see to that is Bishop Daniel Dolan, whose inflection even sounds like him at times. 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. Scandal? What's that? Most have forgotten our Lord's stern words that it would be better if a millstone were hung about his neck and plunged into the ocean. That's from the Son of God, folks. The Almighty is not fond of those who cause scandal. I wonder if anyone ever told Roncalli that?

    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" These decrees were failsafe moves to assure that satan would not infiltrate any further or so these reliable Roman Pontiffs thought.

    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 now infecting that by poisoning the Latin Mass with more innovations while calling it the "old Mass". I can tell you it was not the Mass said in 1959 nor the holy Mass we attend today by the grace of God. Deo gratias the Masses we assisted at 49 years ago are the same we attend today. May God bless the CMRI for their dedication.

    As for those who have tried to commandeer the Latin Mass while yet embracing 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" well, it's time for them to go.

    Oh, did you get that word? "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 two years ago there was an article on how the NSA (National Security Agency) retaliated against agents who blew the whistle on incompetence and errors within the agency. For their vigilance they were subjected to harassment and interminable psychological pigeon-holing, labeled as "psychotic", "delusional" and "paranoid." They were considered out of touch with reality and not working as a team. Therefore they were ostracized and demeaned. Those singled out claimed the NSA was using Soviet tactics to try to cover up and brainwash agents and the nation. While this news might have been 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' pronouncements have entirely missed the point. That is why one should not be surprised at Wojtoyla's connections to Communism from his early days in Poland to his wielding his crooked satanic cross sceptre. So much for 'subito Santo.'

    It would have been wonderful if today 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 words and actions, as Tom Droleskey so magnificently points out, 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. Why jeopardize that by testing the waters of uncertainty whether the man celebrating is a true priest, still says the Novus Ordo abomination, or is using conciliar cookies instead of truly Consecrated Hosts. If the priest was ordained before 1969, and confects new Hosts at his Mass and uses the Propers in place before 1960, then you can be relatively sure you are attending a true Mass. If any of the preceding were missing, then worry and flee. Let's face it, no amount of tomes, volumes, or verbosity from Modern Rome can change, enhance or define and explain Deus Caritas Est, Spes Salvi or the myriad motu maze Summorum Pontificum better than the Ordinary of the Holy Mass and the proper Propers. You'll notice the latter were never included in said Motu Mess.

    On this day when Benedict poses as the great Ecumaniac in touting that lacuna of nolens volens: dialoguing. Pardon me, but don't think Christ ever advised such. Not only that but by combining "Evangelization" with "Ecumenism" it only compounds the sin by insinuating this was St. Paul's legacy. Au contraire! We need to remember the words of the Acts of Faith, Hope and Charity, said at the beginning of every Holy Rosary; especially the words, "I believe these and all the truths which the holy Catholic Church teaches because Thou hast revealed them, Who canst neither deceive nor be deceived."

    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 that mark totally. 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.

    Just three months earlier, 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 see less than three months later he had gravely broken that solemn vow and ever since it has been one violation after another against this Solemn 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 penned a like lamentation two years ago sung to the music of American Pie. I call it Day of Madness: The Day Tradition Died.

Michael Cain, editor

Day of Madness:
"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 for forty-nine 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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