Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Catechesis of the Good Shepherd Exposed

 Do they have the Catechesis of the Good Shepherd at your parish? Before you enroll your tot you might want to read this. 

Friday, September 25, 2020

I don't want to be cool

 The same people who told your parents that they were unsophisticated rubes when they objected to Brooke Shields being a sex symbol at 10 are now telling you that you are not smart or cool enough to realize how wonderful "Cuties" is. 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Stop adding to the lay apologist's bankroll and other random thoughts on a Saturday afternoon

  •  Like the swallows returning to Capistrano and the cicadas  of Summer singing their lieberstodt, Steven Skojec  is doing his big "crisis" of Faith production for 2020. I'm being sarcastic but really, haven't we seen this before? That man would have probably been much happier --  if his struggle's with doubt really are true-- if he'd gotten a real job instead of making his money off the Faith. 

    If any Catholic college student is reading this then here's one piece of advice: If you are majoring in Theology and intend to make your money as an apologist, stop now. By all means study theology but use your time at college as training for an honest job that will actually support you and your future family.  Our Church does not need anymore lay people using the Church Militant- the living laity as opposed to the Church Triumphant in Heaven and the Church Suffering in Purgatory-- as a cash cow.  This comment from a wise reader of the Noni Veni Pacem blog says it better than I do.  



  • "I had thought that at the time Roe was decided, there was concern about population growth and particularly growth in populations that we don’t want to have too many of." Ruth Bader Ginsberg

    Ruth Ginsberg is dead on Rosh Hashanah. Pray for her soul but let's not sugar coat this. She had 87 years of life; far more than most people get and she was resolute in her evil beliefs. Millions of babies are dead. Millions of women ruined their own lives.  Ruth thought that was just great. 


  • I bought a mask that says "Memento Mori" on it. Two priests looked at me and I think the deacon's eyes lit up. 





  • St. Januarius, pray for us. 

Saturday, September 12, 2020

What would make you cancel your Netflix?

Seriously, what would make you cancel Netflix? They make a filthy blasphemous movie about Our Lord and Catholics went "Oh that's terrible but boycotts don't work. I only watch decent things on it." Now Netflix is peddling "artistic" porn with pre-teen actresses. Thousands of people have canceled, even one Catholic blog owner who previously made excuses as to why he was keeping Netflix after the blasphemous film. If you still have Netflix, why? The company obviously gets a kick out of producing filth and giving offense so no, they won't miss your money. Still, why do you still have it and what would make you walk away?







O Jesus, my Savior and Redeemer, Son of the living God, behold, we kneel before Thee and offer Thee our reparation; we would make amends for all the blasphemies uttered against Thy holy name, for all the injuries done to Thee in the Blessed Sacrament, for all the irreverence shown toward Thine Immaculate Virgin Mother, for all the calumnies and slanders spoken against Thy spouse, the holy Catholic and Roman Church. O Jesus, who hast said: "If you ask the Father anything in My name, He will give it to you", we pray and beseech Thee for all our brethren who are in danger of sin; shield them from every temptation to fall away from the true faith; save those who are even now standing on the brink of the abyss; to all of them give light and knowledge of the truth, courage and strength for the conflict with evil, perseverance in faith and active charity! For this do we pray, most merciful Jesus, in Thy name, unto God the Father, with whom Thou livest and reignest in the unity of the Holy Spirit world without end. Amen





*Oh, one more thing. If you have a friend who says that he watched "Cuties" and enjoyed it and thought the sight of young girls simulating sex acts was just great you have been given a gift. You now know what that friend really is and you should know what to do. 

Friday, September 11, 2020

Rest in peace

 Apparently New York will not be doing a 9/11 tribute this year. 









Sunday, September 06, 2020

In your charity...

 In your charity would you please pray for my uncle? I think he's become depressed. He's 77 and admitted that he doesn't eat everyday. He doesn't see the point. He also sits in the dark because he doesn't see the point of spending money for electricity at night.  

Friday, September 04, 2020

On the bleeding wounds of our crucified Lord.

On the bleeding wounds of our crucified Lord.

Jesu, no more, it is full tide
From Thy hands and from thy feet,
From Thy head, and from thy side,
All Thy Purple Rivers meet.
Thy restless feet they cannot go.
For us and our eternal good
As they are wont; what though?
They swim, alas! in their own flood.
Thy hand to give thou canst not lift;
Yet will thy hand still giving bee;
It gives, but oh it self's the Gift,
It drops though bound, though bound 'tis free.
 

Wednesday, September 02, 2020

Sleeping in the bed that the feminists made and other random thoughts

  • When I was a child my parents lived in a building that had an office employee whose nick name was Pinky. I never knew what Pinky's real name was. He always wore pink or pastels and his hair was in the same style as my mother's. He hated children, spoke quietly and quickly to men, and hung around with a group of older women with no families or husbands. They hissed and cackled like a coven of witches.  I never saw him with any of my mother's friends or any women who seemed happy or nice. My mother was polite to him but since she despised gossip  she never conversed with him about anything but maintenance requests. 

    There is a priest, who I will not name who reminds me of Pinky. He spends a lot of time on social media and seems to have a bee in his bonnet concerning the nun who spoke at the RNC convention. I was too young to understand why Pinky seemed timid or hostile towards normal ladies  and although I take offense at the nun's referring to Our Lady as an unwed mother,  I think I see what this priest's problem might be. When I was a child I found Pinky to be frightening at times because of the blazing meanness that always seemed to exude from him  but as an adult I look at this Pinky-like priest and feel revulsion and then profound sadness because he is a priest.

     One day a future pope is going to have the courage to suppress  the Jesuits, and  the Legion of Christ and require a severe reform of much of the Franciscan and Redemptorist orders. 

    St. Peter Damian, pray for us. 




  •  A week ago a woman walked up to a Philadelphia cathedral lector who had just finished reading  and punched her twice. It probably wouldn't have made the news if it hadn't been caught on the Mass live stream video. The police later said the attacker is non compos mentis  and let her go. Some people assumed that this was a BLM attack but it's more likely that this woman was simply nuts. The mad, the drug addict, and the drunkard are usually to be found on the steps, the grounds and in the pews of big city churches, especially the cathedrals. When Rocky attended Bible study at St. Mathew's Cathedral he used to check the ladies room before anyone went in because it wasn't unusual to find someone in there who might get aggressive with a lone woman. 

    One person watched the video of the frightening incident  and asked in her Tweet where the men were. I didn't laugh but I did smile sadly. Ladies, depending on where you live, we women have been on our own for decades and quite a few of us deserve it. If you stood silent or cheered, "Go Girl!," while at least two generations of boys were mentally castrated then you don't have the right to complain "Where are the men?" 




  • I remember when Hurricane Isabel hit Virginia. After three days with no power our apartment building got hot and humid and the smell in the common ares was pretty gross. When my husband I and stepped out into the hall we actually smelled waste and I do not mean kitchen trash. Why that happened when we all still had flushing toilets and tap water is a mystery but we never forgot how unpleasant things got within a mere three days. Just when I snapped and told Rocky that we had to go to my mother's, the power came back on. Rocky and I have been seriously thinking about what we are going to do in an civil emergency and the knowledge that quite a few of our neighbors are going to be a problem has got us looking for backup housing. Wherever we go, it has to be within driving range of a decent parish with a reverent Mass. 




  • Speaking of parishes, Rocky and I were driving along and saw a church that we've never noticed before. We went in and it was awful. It was one of those gray and beige concrete block warehouse style churches with the corridors to the school, office and meeting rooms. It took a few minutes to find the actual church and then it took more minutes to find the Blessed Sacrament. We left because there was  a meeting going on and the attendees didn't look too happy to see us. I asked a Knight of Columbus who was there if they had a chapel and he told me that due to Corona the chapel was  being repurposed for use as their confessional.  When we went back to the car we noticed an old man praying his rosary in the garden. It was a nice garden and since it wasn't too inviting inside he had the right idea. 





  • The younger Gordon brother and his wife are going to teach a Catholic Home Economics course starting in October. That's not a bad idea in itself. A shamefully large number of young people seem to have no idea how to fry an egg, clean a toilet properly or manage their personal finances.   However, if you don't have or want to spend  $250 for the course  you can watch home arts videos on You Tube at no additional cost beyond your internet service. Check out Alaska Granny, At Home with Lynn Wilson, This and That with Denise Jordan and Lynette Yoder.