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August 26th, 2016

His Grey Eminence George Soros

No doubt you have seen the story about the global financial wizard George Soros, who has  has been bankrolling three Irish pro-abort outfits through his  “Open Society Foundations”. To refresh your memory, the lucky organisations are the Abortion Rights Campaign, Amnesty International Ireland, and the Irish Family Planning Association. So Mr Soros is throwing his considerable weight behind the campaign to repeal the Eighth Amendment, to the tune of hundreds  of thousands of Euros.

It’s funny—or perhaps not— that there has been no outcry in the media about this blatant foreign interference in Irish affairs. If you are old enough, you will remember that around the time the Eighth Amendment was carried, the American pro-life campaigner Fr Paul Marx of Human Life International was excoriated for his modest assistance to the pro-life cause. It’s also funny that Irish pro-abort outfits, nearly all of whose members are strongly inclined to socialism, have no qualms at all about receiving pots  of money from hated capitalists.

There is one very encouraging aspect to this latest development. There must be some kind of pro-life mole attached to  the Open Society Foundations, who’s been leaking this very revealing and embarrassing information.  The most damning part of the leaked document reads: “With one of the most restrictive abortion laws in the world [Ireland], a win there could impact other strongly Catholic countries in Europe, such as Poland, and provide much needed proof that change is possible, even in highly conservative places.”

I enjoyed this satire on Soros that I found on the blog Eccles Is Saved:

Zillionaire George Soros has finally admitted something that was long suspected by Catholics, namely that he was entirely responsible for Vatican II and its consequences. This confession is seen as the most devastating in a week in which (a) Soros was revealed to be funding Irish groups campaigning for abortion, and (b) he was discovered to have paid $650K to influence American bishops during the Pope’s visit last year. (As for (b), we may exclude bishops such as Dolan and Cupich, who are already capable of causing mayhem without any financial incentive.)

By using his considerable influence, Soros managed to bring in many innovations that were previously blamed on the Spirit of Vatican II. Destruction of the old liturgy, the hermeneutic of rupture, an increased tolerance for abortion, divorce, euthanasia, and same-sex relationships, and a push for women priests… these were not actually agreed by Vatican II but somehow Soros’s money managed to convince people that they were.

It is also believed that Soros was behind the election of Pope Francis, and that Amoris Laetitia— which even the pope has never read properly—started life as a romantic novel by a “nun on the bus”, backed by that financial wizard [that’s Soros of course] who made £1bn out of the UK’s problems on “Black Wednesday”.

So what will Uncle George do next? Will he himself run for the position of pope next time? Or will he simply remain a humble cardinal, an Eminence Grise behind the scenes?




August 24th, 2016

Smash and Grab

The redoubtable Ann Barnhardt (look her up on Google) wants everyone to follow the example of the man who tore down this poster. I think she’s right, and I hope I’d have the guts to do the same if and when such “execrable filth” starts appearing on the streets of Dublin…

Six seconds.

This is how it is done, gentlemen.

Remember, the crime is not in the “property destruction”, the crime, before the throne of Christ, is walking by this execrable filth and doing nothing. Like an effeminate little sis.

If you are serious about taking back our civilization, might I suggest that this sets an excellent example of how to begin.

If you don’t understand what you are seeing, it is an advertisement on a public street for a sodomite hook-up website/app. This fellow has clearly had enough, and did exactly what he should have done.  Not one more precious soul, not one more innocent child, will walk by that ad and be scandalized by it.

If you are sitting there thinking that the ad must have been “legal” according to local statutes, then let me now re-introduce you to the concept of the Social Kingship of Jesus Christ, Sovereign King of the Universe.  ALL LAWS are subject to His Law.  Any laws that are contrary to His Law are ipso facto null and void. Period. Maybe you should worry more about what God Almighty thinks, and less about currying human respect.  In other words, MAN UP.

August 19th, 2016

Telegraph Lurches Left

For the last 10 years or so, the British Daily Telegraph has been the only daily newspaper I can bear to read. Its editorials have invariably been sensible, and its longer-established feature-writers are literate, well informed and often amusingly caustic.  But in the past few months I have noticed with alarm that articles by some of its newer columnists would be woolly and PC enough to appear in  The Guardian or the Irish Times.

The worst  yet was by one India Sturgis, a paean in praise of  an Anglican clerical sodomite who got married (to a woman) and then 16 years and two children later “came out” to his wife who at first was “horrified”. But it’s all right, you see, because “time has been a remarkable panacea”. When this vicar “married” his “partner”, it was at his wife’s suggestion, and his daughters walked their father and his bum chum down the aisle. (The C of E doesn’t really approve of such goings-on, but sometimes allows them.) The status, if any,  of this ceremony is not make clear in the article.

This vicar, now retired, is a trustee of the ominously-named  “Changing Attitudes” described by Ms Sturgis as an LGBT campaign arm for the Anglican Community. He uses a an internet metaphor to illustrate his conviction that God thinks homosexual clergy should be allowed to  “marry” as a matter of course:.

I think that God has been saying to the Church consistently over a long period of time ‘new updates are ready to install’. The problem is the Church has been going ‘ignore, ignore, ignore’.

I don’t think the Telegraph would (yet) be willing to publish a piece I read (faute de mieux) in Wednesday’s’s Irish Times in the physiotherapist’s waiting room. It was by a young TCD graduate who  was moaning about how difficult life is for people like himself who are forced to live with their parents. I’m quoting from memory, but he was boasting what a fine generation he belonged to—the generation who voted through “marriage equality” and before long would reverse the Eighth Amendment.

In my more depressed moments I have to concede that is a distinct possibility. But I was cheered up this afternoon when the Life Institute’s lively magazine Solas arrived in my letter box.  There are thousands of other young people fired up to “bypass the media, take back the conversation, and save the Eighth” as the Solas editorial puts it.

For readers outside Ireland, I should point out that the Eighth Amendment—although badly  weakened by a perverse judicial decision—still protects the Republic from wholesale abortion. Without it, we would soon have what the late Dr Bernard Nathanson described as “the same despicable abbatoirs and charnel houses” now established in most countries of the world.

August 15th, 2016

A True Shepherd and the Wolves

At last! A bishop who tells it exactly as it is about Islam. I suppose it is not surprising that he is from Hungary, a nation that in past centuries  has suffered grievously at the hands of the Moslems.  Archbishop Gyula Márfi of Veszprem said in an interview that a desire to conquer Europe is a factor in mass Moslem migration to the continent.

Jihad is a principle for Moslems that means they must expand. The earth must become dar al-Islam, that is, Islamic territory, by introducing Shariah—Islamic law. Migration does not only have causes, it also has a purpose, such as the destabilization of Europe and the Euro. Just because we love the wolves, as God’s creatures, doesn’t mean we let them enter among the sheep, even if they come in sheep’s clothing.

August 10th, 2016

Pope Francis Says Something Good

This blog spends quite a bit of time criticising the Holy Father’s utterances—so it is good to be able to applaud him for a change.

A few days ago the Holy See made public a transcript of the closed-door meeting that took place between the Pope and the Polish bishops on the first day of his recent visit to that country. There’s been speculation that this only happened because the  proceedings had already been leaked,  and the Vatican wanted to prevent further speculation about what the Pope actually said.

I believe his remarks were rather encouraging. See what you think: Here are his actual words:

In Europe, America, Latin America, Africa, and in some countries of Asia, there are genuine forms of ideological colonization taking place. And one of these – I will call it clearly by its name – is [the ideology of] ‘gender’. Today children – children! – are taught in school that everyone can choose his or her sex. Why are they teaching this? Because the books are provided by the persons and institutions that give you money. These forms of ideological colonization are also supported by influential countries. And this is terrible! In a conversation with Pope Benedict, who is in good health and very perceptive, he said to me: ‘Holiness, this is the age of sin against God the Creator’. He is very perceptive. God created man and woman; God created the world in a certain way… and we are doing the exact opposite. God gave us things in a ‘raw’ state, so that we could shape a culture; and then with this culture, we are shaping things that bring us back to the ‘raw’ state! Pope Benedict’s observation should make us think. ‘This is the age of sin against God the Creator’.

The leading Italian journalist  Sandro Magister pointed out that most of the mainstream media  ignored these words from Pope Francis, adding caustically that  this comes as no surprise, as it happens every time the Holy Father says something that clashes with his dominant media image, as a pope open to modernity.

I admit I am puzzled by these remarks by Pope Francis. They are a bit wordy and repetitive, and in parts a little obscure, but his central message is clear enough. The Holy Father is having a good belt at transgenderism: but he’s doing so before an audience—the Polish bishops—who would agree with him 100%, on this matter at least. Why can’t he proclaim it from the housetops—say in an encyclical? How much more edifying that would be to his beleaguered flock than banging on about climate change and making Delphic utterances about the possibility of Holy Communion for unrepentant adulterers.

I think I know why not. Our Holy Father likes to be loved, to be the most popular pope ever; he revels in the plaudits of the media. If he were to preach the above message to the whole world, his popularity would vanish overnight. There are already signs that some of the modernists who rejoiced so greatly after his election are disappointed with what they regard as the slow pace of “change” during this pontificate. And that’s surely a good thing.

Pope Francis needs a lot of prayer.



August 8th, 2016

Maynooth: An Uncleansed Augean Stable

All this talk about homosexuality in Maynooth seminary brings me back 14 years or so, when the Brandsma Review was about  the first publication to tackle the problem in a reasonably robust fashion.  A great deal of printer’s ink was spilled, and airtime given, to clerical paedophilia—but Big Media shied away from suggesting that the two problems could be intertwined, even though it must have been known even then that most of the victims were not strictly speaking children but adolescent males on the verge of adulthood. 

There was great reluctance to admit the existence of any homosexual network  among the Irish clergy, although it was already clear that the problem was rife throughout the Catholic Church, extending  to the highest levels. Pope Benedict later commented: “How much filth there is in the Church, and even among those who, in the Priesthood, ought to belong entirely to him!” Fr Hunwicke recently referred to the present state of affairs as “The Coprocracy” (rule by filth).

Back in the early 2000s, during one RTE discussion mainly about clerical paedophilia, the station’s former religious affairs correspondent Kieron Wood raised the question of  whether a Lavender Mafia existed  among the clergy, and whether this  had any connection with  the incidence of clerical child abuse. The rest of the panel wouldn’t even discuss the possibility. Breda O’Brien, an Irish Times columnist but an orthodox Catholic wrinkled her nose and intimated that the idea was most unhelpful. The two clerical panellists agreed. One of them, I recall, refused to commit himself when asked whether he approved of “gay marriage” (that phrase had only recently come into use in Ireland.)

In 2002 I wrote a piece in the Brandsma entitled “Maynooth: Seminary or Sewer” dealing, among other matters,  with homosexuality in the seminary. The problem hasn’t gone away, you know… 

In our last issue we previewed a devastating American book entitled Goodbye! Good Men by Michael Rose, which revealed in detail the parlous state of seminaries in the US. It was a catalogue of institutionalised vice and blatant heresy. At the end of the article I speculated about the possibility of a similar picture emerging in Ireland, without going into detail as I didn’t then consider I would be justified in publishing what I had already heard about Maynooth. I said that any further evidence we received would be treated in the strictest confidence.

Since then, there have been several unsavoury revelations in the secular media in relation to Maynooth. Quite apart from these, the response to our article—from several different Maynooth men who have spoken with, or written to me—has amply confirmed that many of Michael Rose’s strictures can certainly be applied to our National Seminary. The young men concerned, who are appalled by their experiences, are the best hope for the future of the Irish Church, and if this article seems written in a somewhat cumbrous fashion, with a vagueness about dates and personalities, that is necessary to protect their identities.

Of course I am well aware that there is still much good to be found at Maynooth—orthodoxy, integrity and genuine Catholic scholarship. The names of Fr Vincent Twomey SVD, Fr Thomas Norris and Fr Bede McGregor OP spring immediately to mind. But I am convinced there is enough badly wrong with the National Seminary to justify publicising these revelations.

In general, our sources believe that a different creed frequently takes hold in the College—one that highlights feeling and satisfaction over principles and true happiness.

Our sources were particularly critical of some of the retreats to which they were subjected, which served to inculcate moral relativism under the guise of “compassion”. These began with a call by a director of formation to be “open” to what they would hear and a suggestion that some would find it “challenging”.

One such retreat, given by a lay person, contained a blatant attack on the truths of the Catholic Faith. It seems particularly appropriate that this person should have thumped a fist on the altar (the symbol of Christ) of St Columba’s Oratory while verbally bashing Christ’s Body, the Church. The retreat-giver appeared to justify drunkenness by misquoting the Bible story of the wedding feast of Cana; and then justified homosexual unions—even marriages—suggesting that Jesus was homosexual, and dismissing some of the teachings of the Church as “human error”.

Taken as a whole, this retreat session amounted to a plug for situation ethics. It had a profound effect on some of the more naïve clerical students, who continually referred to it for months to come. “What are we to do,” ran the line, “if some people are different by nature?”

Predictably, this retreat giver’s moral relativism tended to encourage those with homosexual tendencies. My sources noticed that in an environment where there was already a shared understanding among some students, in the form of a dirty little secret, whispered just loud enough to draw those of similar interests into a circle, just threatening enough to keep the secret safe, this endorsement of an alternative morality was not ignored. The fact that the act of sodomising other men renders inauthentic the exercise of priesthood had no relevance in such a circle. The fact was that some could now feel invited to twist their conscience and find it easy to establish homosexual bonds among themselves, or even do damage to other gullible people.

One student, who became a target of the homosexuals, had many callers to his room late at night and these almost always had alcohol with them. Some said they were “in love” with him and made it clear that they wanted to spend the night with him. When he reported this to the authorities he was only told to be “open”. Eventually he took things into his own hands and threatened those who made sexual approaches to him. They complained that he was difficult to work with, and he was diagnosed by the authorities as having “a lot of anger stored up” within him. This young man was sent to the seminary counsellor (who, incidentally, left the priesthood the following summer). Extraordinarily, it does not appear to have occurred to the Maynooth authorities that drunken homosexuals might not be suitable people for ordination.

I am informed that one “team skills” weekend descended into one long drinking orgy by half the class, resulting in the distress of others. One three-day workshop on sexuality appeared to the more orthodox students simply to be an attempt to justify the use of artificial contraception.

Orthodox students seldom get the opportunity to do anything other than swallow what they are given. A seminarian dare not try to justify or defend the truths of the faith for fear that a director of formation will label him “rigid”, costing him his ordination. While the formation staff continually preach about how “inclusive” the students’ attitudes must be, how loving and caring and sharing, how kind and supportive they ought to be, a young man need only question them, only hint that he doesn’t accept their personal interpretation of religion, and the jackboot is immediately apparent.

Indeed, I am told that very recently a thoroughly orthodox seminarian was dismissed from the college without a word of explanation. Worse, when he reported the matter to his bishop, the authorities even refused to give the bishop a reason for their action. This story had a happy ending, as the bishop simply sent the young man to study in Rome and agreed to take him into the diocese after ordination.

Words such as “challenging” and “open” and “rigid” are used as cajoling and deceptive ambiguities which expose the college community and even the Church in Ireland to invented spirituality, invented liturgies and invented doctrine.

Symptomatic, perhaps, is the newly “reordered” St Mary’s Oratory, which stands as a symbol of the new Maynooth. The altar consists of a wooden table with the seats gathered around it, conveying the message that the Mass is merely a meal and not a sacrifice. Two large hosts are broken up, and Communion is distributed under both kinds. Some of the Precious Blood is kept in a bottle until it is poured into a second chalice. After Communion both chalices are purified by eucharistic ministers. No kneeling or genuflexions take place during the Mass. At the Consecration the priest merely bows, while the congregation remains standing.

An organisation called “Young Christian Students” serves officially as an instrument for lay and clerical students at Maynooth to “apply the Gospel in their daily lives”. At its retreats, female students outnumber the males by 10 to one. It is common knowledge that many female students are in the habit of “dating” clerical students; and also that some clerical students are in the habit of carrying packets of condoms.

My sources are agreed that the unsavoury goings-on related above contribute to the manifest lack of fruits coming from Maynooth—in the form of a lot of men leaving, and even priests leaving after ordination.

We are publishing their revelations not because one likes to sensationalise the Church’s problems—the secular media are already doing that with great glee—but because something drastic has to be done about Maynooth. The only conclusion one can draw from these seminarians’ accounts is that the National Seminary, far from being “a school of priestly holiness” (in the words of Pope John Paul II) has degenerated into a fetid Augean stable in urgent need of cleansing. But where will we find a Hercules?

I can’t believe that Maynooth, with its long and glorious history, is incapable of reformation. To paraphrase Fr Brian Houghton in his book Mitre and Crook: “I am a great believer in failure because it gives Divine Providence a chance. It is because in this year of grace the Church [read ‘National Seminary’] has the appearance and odour of a dung-heap that God will use it to manure the most exquisite flowers, fragrant with the odour of sanctity.”

I’ve become much more cynical since then. I now think the only solution is to close the place down and start all over again.


August 2nd, 2016

A Priest of the Old School

I have forgotten  the Christian name of one of the most outstanding priests I have come across in the course of my 79 years. Canon Power, PP of Bovey Tracey in the Plymouth diocese from 1953   to 1967 was a Liverpool Irishman, a gifted composer of liturgical music, a competent  violinist, a cricketing enthusiast and an excellent raconteur. When you served his early morning Mass, if you were lucky and not in a hurry, he might tell you about his experiences  as a young PP in the slum parish of Devonport during the 1930s. One tale I recall was particularly tragic.

An Irish  family in his charge, though otherwise good Catholics were inclined to quarrel violently among themselves. One night just after tea the teenage daughter of the house, having been rebuked by her mother for some misdemeanour, seized hold of the tablecloth, pulled it violently towards her,  scattering and shattering  the delft over the kitchen floor. A little later her father and brother arrived  from the pub, arguing furiously over I know not what.  They ignored the chaos in the kitchen and continued shouting at each other. Eventually they came to blows.

The father struck the son, who fell heavily on his back on to the broken crockery. A shard from one of the plates pierced an artery, and the young man bled to death. Canon Power was called in to give extreme unction and minister to the family.

The move to Bovey Tracey on the edge of Dartmoor must have been a welcome contrast. Many of the congregation were elderly, some quite wealthy including Mr Dahl, a retired Norwegian businessman who had built the Church, and Miss de Saumarez who usually wore a splendid black fur coat to Mass. She was descended from an admiral from the Channel Islands who distinguished himself during the Napoleonic wars.

Canon Power was an enthusiastic supporter of the village cricket team, and hated to miss any of the action during the Saturday afternoon matches.  (The cricket field was only 100 yards or so from the church.) He dutifully heard confessions from 3 until 4 o’clock, but if there were no penitents  he would  sneak out, binoculars in hand, and  stand just outside the porch. If anyone appeared  he would scuttle back to the confessional.

Though a conscientious confessor, the canon could be somewhat impatient. One old lady told him she would need some while to explain her sins, as she was inclined to be scrupulous. “I’ll give you two minutes, the same as everyone else” was the reply. I suspect he felt the laundry list approach was the best way of dealing with her, and he was probably right.

It is much to be regretted that very few people now know any of the liturgical music  composed by Canon Power. I can still recall the small choir of three ladies and one old man singing his very tuneful Gloria Laus on Palm Sunday. Monsignor O’Neill, a parish priest in Plymouth, once told me the canon’s  version of Ecce Sacerdos  Magnus was the finest he had heard, bar none. I wonder if it is saved somewhere.

Probably there are still a few people old enough to remember Canon Power playing his violin at the Bovey village pantomime, accompanied on the piano by the local chemist Mr Weekes. The canon always dressed up for the occasion wearing  his cassock with purple piping. Truly a man of parts.