MONDAY
April 22, 2002
volume 13, no. 76

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O holy Mother Church, Thy honor they besmirch!

Shakespeare's tragic figure of Hamlet portends ill-winds ahead for those who do not act swiftly, do not come clean and purify their houses thoroughly for they are parties to the slaughter of all that is holy.

    "We ask the Roman Pontiff to not 'make them ranker' by just reprimanding the offenders. This calls for severe action and to allow prelates to wriggle off the hook, men who were responsible and who knew only too well what they were doing, would be reprehensible. It would be akin to spreading more 'compost o'er the weeds' - weeds that need to be pulled now, and a garden tilled with orthodoxy, yea, a return to the practices that sustained our honorable and holy Mother the Church through the centuries. And what of our Mother? Where is she exiled? Look not to Denmark, nor Elsinore, nor Avignon, but Econe."
   How ironic is it? Tomorrow - the same day the United States Cardinals meet with the Pope and Curial members to hash out and, possibly plot anew, yet another course of action whose fruits are destined for the pyre of pathos and oblivion - is the 438th anniversary of William Shakespeare's birth and the 386th commemoration of his death, both at Stratford-on-the-Avon in Merry Olde England. I say that because the Bard was the professor of pathos, the master in relating intrigue, plotting and misdeeds. Nowhere is this craft and craftiness more played out than in the post-conciliar Church where cover-ups, career building at the expense of others, crimes of lust and subterfuge are at the core of the problems. It is something right out of "Hamlet." In fact, in tomorrow's issue we feature a very interesting take by Bishop Richard Williamson on Shakespeare's closet Catholicism and how it is conveyed in his tragedy about the Danish king. The Bishop refers to the writer's famous soliloquy "To be, or not to be; that is the question." I would refer more to another quote in that tale, "Something rotten in Denmark."

   Replace Denmark with Rome and we wonder what Hamlet wondered, "Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King." The question we ask is will the conscience of the "kings" of each diocese - princes of the Church, if you will, continue to dwell in the dungeons within their ivory towers, or will they break free of the ghosts of sin and scandal and come clean? And what of the conscience of the earthly king of the universal Church - Pope John Paul II? He has to be haunted by the grievous errors he has made, both in his appointments of such unsavory men to put on the garb of holiness over skins of the beast, and to ignore for so long the great damage that has been done to the Faith. We echo Hamlet's words addressed for all and each of us, most directly to him who has been entrusted with the greatest care: "Be all my sins remembered." We should shudder at such a thought before the Throne of the Almighty Triune Judge.

   Many are of the belief that Hamlet was mad, insane. We are not insane, though neo-Catholics might think we are; in truth we are mad, very mad. Incensed. And so should every Catholic be. For as fair Ophelia discovered, "I was the more deceived." And, as more citizens of the Faith, members of the Mystical Body of Christ see unearthed every day, we, the vast majority of the Church Militant were the more deceived. For we trusted Holy Mother Church in the sixties, the seventies, yea, the eighties and nineties. Few knew another damsel usurped her place, an imposter of the most cunning sort. And what hath she wrought? To quote Hamlet to his mother Gertrude the Queen,

    "Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty,
    Calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose
    From the fair forehead of the innocent love,
    And sets a blister there, makes marriage vows
    As false as dicers' oaths - O such a deed
    As from the body of contraction plucks
    The very soul, and sweet religion makes
    A rhapsody of words."

   The 'blister' grows into a boil, oozing with the puss of pride, deception and greed for temporal power, wealth and pleasure seeping into the entire Church with no level immune including the sacred, saturating America with its hip pomposity of the new regime, pushing dialogue, ecumenism, and 'feelings.' Protestant in every way. Yes, a harlot who holds hostage the True Mother. The usurper is oblivious to Hamlet's cry,

    "What devil was't
    That thus hath cozened you at hood-man blind?
    O shame, where is thy blush? Rebellious hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax
    And melt in her own fire."

   That 'fire' is very well the fire Our Lord speaks of in Matthew 7: 19 that will suffocate and consume the bad trees which produce evil fruits, fruits that no one who truly seeks holiness dare taste. The radical reforms of Modernism which spawn ecumenism, humanism, relativism and countless other isms that dwarf the Arians are these fruits we speak of, and speak again, and again and more the more we plead. Therefore, the Resistance to the bad fruits grows stronger. War on the Revolution we cry! We join with Hamlet's lament,

    "Whilst rank corruption, mining all within,
    Infects unseen. Confess yourself to Heaven;
    Repent what what's past, avoid what is to come,
    And do not spread the compost o'er the weeds
    To make them ranker."

   We ask the Roman Pontiff to not 'make them ranker' by just reprimanding the offenders. This calls for severe action and to allow prelates to wriggle off the hook, men who were responsible and who knew only too well what they were doing, would be reprehensible. It would be akin to spreading more 'compost o'er the weeds' - weeds that need to be pulled now, and a garden tilled with orthodoxy, yea, a return to the practices that sustained our honorable and holy Mother the Church through the centuries.

   And what of our Mother? Where is she exiled? Look not to Denmark, nor Elsinore, nor Avignon, but Econe. And of the course set by the warden - a courtesan who poses as our Mother? She sets the table, one we shy away from for as Hamlet tells,

    "Not where he eats, but where a is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king, and your lean beggar is but variable service - two dishes, but to one table. That's the end."

   Ah, yes, two dishes - two rites - the Tridentine and the Pauline. One altar. The worms have eaten away at the new, attracting ever more gorgers to the feast fatting themselves for the maggots of anathemas, while the old is preserved in tact, pure, unsullied, but lonely. For few there are who recognize the fate of our True Mother. She remains closeted, but revered; silent, yet calling out forcefully to Heaven. Her children cling, ostracized for not ostpolitikizing the auto-demolition. Peristroika She will not be part of. For the carcass decays. Hamlet describes:

    "A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm"
And so the cannibalization of the conciliar Church is almost complete. The process cannot be processed. Sadly, so sadly "Fishers of men" have taken on a different meaning where true men of holiness are sullied by the sins of imposters in Roman collars. Tis the fate of those who choose to take up their cross, made so heavy through shame, and follow Christ, truly follow the Savior all the way to Calvary. Stripped of dignity, they plod on in the manner of a Cure d'Ars. Humility triumphs pride and prejudice always. We need not defend the good priests, even the few, very few good bishops. They know who they are; we, for the most part, know who they are; and most importantly, God knows who they are.

   And those are the ones the Holy Father must fight for, must support by providing bishops who care, bishops who seek after sanctity, not sanctimony. I fear none of those called to Rome this eve fit that job description. Sad as it is, the holy office has become nothing more than a social ladder. Did they not think they would meet the same creatures they scuttled and scandalled during their ascent to power on their way down - way, way down? Like many a power-monger or politician they cared less for the conscience, dulled by the siren of temporal legacies. Like the ancient pharaohs they will be remembered, sealed away in sarcophaguses of folly. Men with surnames like Law, Mahony, Egan, Keeler, McCarrick, George, Maida and Bevilacqua must know they will someday join the likes of men whose bodies and reputations have already decayed - men with surnames like Bernardin, Spellman, Cody, Bugnini, Villot, and yes, Montini.

   The pharaohs of today plot and coil, by "Hecuba." And as we write this the chancellor of the Archdiocese of Cincinnati has been called before a Grand Jury. His boss Archbishop Daniel Pilarcyzk, fashioned in the mold, or should we say moldy school of Bernardin, is soon to follow. He represents all that is wrong with the NCCB or, as they call themselves today, the USCCB which could very well stand for United States Corrupt Coven of Bishops. No, we are not gentle on these shepherds for they have betrayed their flocks. Oh, what mill-stones await the fate of those progressives who dared alter Sacred Doctrine in so many ways, so deceitfully, so thoroughly. Allowing the USCCB or the Cardinals themselves to deal solely with the severe homosodomy problem is akin to putting the foxes in charge of the henhouses. Yet, Law thinks he's above the Law and, despite an overwhelming call for his removal, he stubbornly stays on as his see of two million disintegrates further.

   On the "Left Coast" Mahony continues to mollify pollsters as the crafty arachnid he seems to be by staging media sessions where he seeks to weave his web of deceit. A true politician in lockstep with the Hollywood filth industry, when pressed by the media on the problems of sodomy and pedophilia on his watch, he launched into a filibuster on alcoholism. Say what? No one is more adroit at angles than this spider of spin. I refer you to our feature "Wolves in Shepherd's Clothing?" for more on this poisonous aphid who spreads the venom of anathema by his attempts to demolish the Sacred Liturgy with his Gather Faithfully Together garbage. It's Mahony who leads the liberal charge for mandatory married priests as he sounds the clarion: To hell with celibacy for that is the culprit. Michael Rose, author of Goodbye! Good Men!, (a blockbuster book just released but shunned by the liberal media because of the substantiated, revealing answers it provides that greatly embarrass the radicals, the guilty, the post-conciliar Church) strongly rebukes such nonsense. Rose says clearly that Mahony's rants for married priests is a smokescreen launched by the progressives to deflect from the real root of the problem. Rose asks, "is celibacy truly the cause of the clerical sex-abuse crisis? Or is it caused by bad philosophy, a philosophy that dispenses with chastity and promotes self-gratification of any and all sexual urges - a philosophy that, in fact, has been promoted in many Catholic seminaries over the past thirty-some years?"

   Then there is Cardinal Edward Egan, who as shepherd of 2.4 million Catholics in New York City has some big shoes to fill in following Cardinal John O'Connor. But the problem is Egan is haunted by footprints, a trail that can be traced back to accusations of cover-up when he was Bishop in Bridgeport, Connecticut. He may truly have stepped in it and wiping it off may not be as easy as he thought with Grand Juries becoming more the norm than the exception.

   In Detroit, Cardinal Adam Maida has removed 12 priests out of 18 investigated since 1988. This in an Archdiocese of 1.4 million parishioners. But then Maida is the darling of this regime, having masterminded more money wasted with the massive, modern monstrosity which is basically nothing but a brown-nose tribute to the Pope in the iconic John Paul II Museum in the nation's capitol. Truly a stark reminder of how far Catholic architecture has plummeted and diversity, inclusionary tactics enhanced and the novelty-ridden progressivism of Vatican II displayed in all its absurdity.

   The Windy City has had its share of scandals with "Wild Bill" Cardinal John Cody and Joseph Bernardin. Cardinal Francis George, O.M.I. has had a major job on his hands trying to clean up the mess left. Fewer sees have more corruption than Chicago. Do the names of Al Capone or Bishop Paul Marcinkus ring a bell? George can't be blamed for past scandals, but he can be for present ones and the problems at Mundelein. There can be no more stonewalling.

   And in the City of Brotherly Love of over 1.5 million Catholic, one might think the conservative and elderly Cardinal Anthony Bevilacqua has kept Philadelphia fairly clean, but records show that 36 priests have abused 50 minors and that's no small potatoes. Though he has apologized to the victims, we wonder how much money from the collection baskets have been siphoned off for hush money.

   Down I-95 in Baltimore, Cardinal William Keeler maintains his Archdiocese of 484,000 parishioners is clean. He fails to acknowledge his seminary has been identified as the "Pink Palace" for its blatant promotion of sodomy both within and outside its walls. Tell me he didn't know. If he didn't, he's not very smart and should not have been elevated to such an important position. If he did, well, there are no excuses.

   Just a short jaunt farther down I-95 we find Cardinal Theodore McCarrick, he who so many held out such hope. But it turns out it's just more of the same ol' same ol'. As shepherd of the 510,000 parishioners in the Archdiocese of Washington, D.C. he makes it a point to schmooze with students at Georgetown in a local bar on a regular basis as part of his modern ministry. Yet he won't divulge anything about abuses. What does he know and when did he know it? In a ZENIT report this past Thursday he spoke with the Washington Post with a "we're on it, don't worry about it" attitude and with more ambiguous statements like, the bishops need to address this scandal by "really tackling this in a more comprehensive way" and "everybody has to have a plan, everybody has to have a procedure, everybody has to have a policy." Penn State Catholic watchdog Gary Morella takes him to task:

    "I have a better solution to the problem than what Cardinal McCarrick advocates...How about the open admission that THE PROBLEM HERE IS HOMOSEXUALITY, in particular, the proclivity of homosexuals to abuse children, which is well documented? As far as waiting for the USCCB to do anything, Catholics can wait til 'hell freezes over' in this country before the USCCB will act on any orthodox directive from Rome."

    Morella minces no words in saying,
    "The solution is to remove those bishops who have aided and abetted the creation of a gay subculture in our seminaries as documented in Michael Rose's Goodbye! Good Men! How Two generations of vocations were turned away from the priesthood. The solution is for the Catholic Church in this country to become Catholic again by exorcising the rot that has infested our chanceries, a rot that has been totally ignored by the USCCB. So why should we expect anything different now? The best thing that could happen to Catholicism in America is for the UCCB to die a quick death."

   I think you can see the problems very clearly. Far worse than any scenario Shakespeare could have come up with; and you thought he covered every plot. Each and every prelate above and those in their deaneries have authorized the paying out of 'dirty money' laundered to protect the guilty by squeezing and cajoling the innocent to give more for social programs that serve as fronts to siphon off funds for the victims, not to help them in their time of need, but to shut them up. Dirty money indeed, made even more defiled by the cover-up, the deceit, and outright lies. All must have, at one time or another, pondered Hamlet's query:

    "To be, or not to be; that is the question;
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep --
    No more, and by a sleep to say we end
    The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to -- 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.
    To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
    Must give us pause."

   However, we can pause no longer. The dreams of countless souls have been turned to endless nightmares by the "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" paid to cover up sin and corruption, their Faith shattered with a "heartache and the thousand natural shocks." The time has arrived for meting out justice swiftly. "Ay, there's the rub." No time for coddling reputations or feelings when it comes to souls. The sheep are starving. They are lost. The shepherds have wandered; others have been usurped by wolves in purple and scarlet and, yes, black, too. Hamlet has set the scene:

    "'Tis now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world."

   We say to the Pope: "Stifle the breath of hell! Let it belch no longer its profanities on the sacred." And to those men who are sheltered at the Vatican this 'witching time of night' before going before the Vicar of Christ tomorrow, and those they represent in every see from sea to shining sea: What part of Christ's words in Mark 8: 36 - "For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" - don't they get?

   We would hope and pray His Holiness would seek to live up to that sacred moniker and ask what Our Lord asked in Mark's next verse, "Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?" And what of the countless souls that have been mortally wounded? Or those who have been cast into the depths of such confusion and even despair? There will be hell to pay! Let us hope and pray the Sovereign Pontiff will exact justice for all. Let us pray he not be tardy in his deed, but act most swiftly. And let him not tarry in ambiguity, spin or indecisiveness as has been his pattern for low these twenty-three and a half years. We, loyal to the True Holy Mother Church respectfully advise the strongest action in the spirit of the counsel Hamlet gave to fair Ophelia:

    "Get thee to a nunnery. Why wouldst thou be a brooder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offenses at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between Heaven and earth? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us. On thy ways to a nunnery."

   Rather than a nunnery, how about a monastery of austerity? That is where the Pope must banish the offenders. They've had more than enough chances. The laity is fed up. But they were before as well. Not until the media clamped on and dug their teeth into this sordid matter did the bishops fess up to admitting there are problems. Not until criminal investigators began uncovering unmitigated evidence did the bishops come forward. This after years of laxity and fear of standing up for Christ's truths, afraid to emulate their predecessors the Holy Apostles. Meanwhile over the last 27 years countless unborns have been slaughtered in the womb as the bishops remained timorous time and time again. Over the last 30 plus years the sacrosanct has been turned into the profane as the bishops gave free reign to the venomous adders who slithered in under cover of the "smoke of satan." What caliber of men are these that darken our dioceses? As Our Lord said to Peter, so also He says to His Vicar on earth, who, in turn must say to these cads who call themselves Cardinals of the Church, "Go after Me, Satan, because thou dost not relish the things that are of God, but the things that are of men" (Mark 8: 33).

   "The play's the thing" and it's almost rote in how it will turn out. Just as it has played out so often before. It's all show. But the Vatican will spin it for the masses of the mass media. Modern Rome will announce in concert with the great pretenders and offenders that strict directives and guidelines have been put in place and this will never happen again. Never mind that these directives were to be strictly followed back in 1961, drawn up by men of conscience like Cardinal Alfredo Ottaviani. The modern miters will merely beg the people to forgive, offer up token culprits to appease the public and put on the face of the reformed child who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Beneath the mask lurks men intent on their own hide. They care little for souls or the sacred. Their track records betray them. They will tell you differently and, for a short time, they will fool many during a short period that will allow men like Law, Mahony and such to retreat to their ivory towers and polish their brass awards and trophies. Heaving a sigh of relief that they dodged another bullet, they will continue the demolition from within. Nothing will change, only the numbers of souls lost.

   The saddest part of all of this is the post-conciliar Church is all show; all form, no function. Like pawns on a chess board the conciliar power-mongers slide the unsavory from one parish to another, never looking both ways for fear they might be held accountable for knowing. Plead ignorance is the scheme. Never have I seen so many stupid S.T.D.'s in my life! They have lost all credibility. They have lost respect for their office. We want to respect those sacred offices, we want to obey holy bishops who hold the spiritual welfare of souls first and foremost. But alas, there are very, very few worthy of true obedience for before God the great majority have abdicated that authority. Indeed, in his masterful work The Devastated Vineyard, Dietrich von Hildebrand stated correctly that, "All disciplinary authority, all obedience to a bishop presupposes the PURE teaching of the Holy Church. Obedience to the bishop is grounded in COMPLETE FAITH in the teaching of the Holy Church. As soon as the ecclesiastical authority yields to pluralism in questions of faith, it has LOST THE RIGHT TO CLAIM OBEDIENCE to its disciplinary ordinances."

   Now is the time for the Holy Father to clean house, sweep out the varmints and vermin that have invaded our sacrosanct houses of God. Now is the time for John Paul II to account for his grave errors of staying in lockstep with the Vatican II periti pied-pipers who have taken the faithful far away from the Faith. Now is the time to banish the conciliar courtesan and restore the rightful Holy Mother Church to the throne of the Primacy of Peter. All will know the true colors of the man who sits on the throne now by how he deals with the hierarchy. Either he's in charge or he isn't. Either he has the moral fiber to cast out the vermin and maggots who prey on souls, or he hasn't. Either he will realize the grievous wrongs of his ways and repent, truly apologize to those who never abandoned the True Mother and welcome her back with open arms while exiling the irreligious and interreligious harlot of the post-conciliar brothel who masqueraded for 40 years as the Mother Church. We can see very clearly she has been a conciliar charlatan, a fraud who has ravaged the hearts and souls of millions. We wait in prayerful hope of a spiritual, holy Prince Fortinbras to lead the loyal Soldiers of Christ to Rome and re-establish the Reign of the Social Kingship of Christ as King of all.

   Until that time corruption is what reigns supreme today in the false realm of the conciliar concubine. This kind of crime cannot go unpunished. She must be banished along with all others who swear allegiance to the profane pretender. There can be no compromises. If the Keeper of the Keys doesn't realize he, and he alone, holds the keys to unlocking the problems, then it will be plain to all that he is the problem. In this game of hierarchical survival of the fittest, it would be good to cheer for the Pope and encourage him to restore Holy Mother Church. As I indicated two weeks ago in this column, call Econe, She's eagerly waiting to be restored!

   If the Sovereign Pontiff fails to act swiftly and decisively, then even neo-Catholics will have to admit, the problem and solution begin at the top. As Christendom waits for the conciliar courtesan now reaching 40 to be dismissed and our True Mother be returned, we lament that nothing's changed. Alas, too little, too late! As scandal takes its toll and the bad fruits of Vatican II grow more putrid with rot smudging the soul of sanctity, we cross over to another Shakespearean tragedy "MacBeth" and watch as the witches cackle,

    "Double, double, toil and trouble,
    Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."
The cauldron of the Council has scalded souls. More tragedy befalls us. To the sacred soil it stains we say, "Out, out damned spot!" No more sorcery, no more spin. God's Thunder erupts. A cleansing, a thorough cleansing is in order. We pray to the Church Triumphant for help in vindicating Thy purity and prestige.
    O holy Mother Church,
    Thy honor they besmirch!

Michael Cain, editor


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