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August 31st, 2017

Friar Billy Ockham and the Blooming Obvious

We’ve recently returned from a visit to our families in England.

Our first stop was in Surrey, which is a most underrated county. We were in Horsley, between Guildford and Leatherhead. It’s only about 25 miles from Waterloo station, but in delightful wooded country on the North Downs. Just 100 yards from my sister’s house is a forested area, the Sheep Leas, where there is a viewing platform from where you can make out the taller buildings of London, including the Shard. They say you can see St Pauls as well, but I couldn’t make it out.

The next village to Horsley is Ockham, which has a lot to answer for. William of Ockham, a 14th-century Franciscan, was an advocate of Nominalism, the philosophical system said to have prepared the fertile soil for Martin Luther. Indeed, Luther once said that Ockham was the only  scholastic who was any good. As I’m not a philosopher, I’m not qualified to give you a proper definition of Nominalism, but I think it means that ideas don’t have any real valid existence. (Any philosophers out there, please correct me if I’m wrong.) The contrary  view, favoured by most Catholic philosophers, is Realism.

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Er, isn’t that just Blooming Obvious?

Once on the RTE newsroom notice board I put up a flyer for Doris Manly’s Ballintrillick Review, which she described as “a magazine for Catholic Realists”. The station’s Economics Correspondent, an ardent admirer of Mao Tse-tung, scrawled  the following across my notice: “How can you be a Realist and a Catholic?”  He may have known a lot about Marxian economics, but he hadn’t a clue about either Realism or Catholicism. He thought the latter was just a crutch for brainwashed people who  couldn’t face reality. I think much the same about Marxism.

August 13th, 2017

Nye Bevan: An Unlikely Defender of the Assumption

No amount of cajolery, and no attempts at ethical or social seduction, can eradicate from my heart a deep burning hatred for the Tory Party. So far as I am concerned they are lower than vermin.

Aneurin Bevan, architect  of the British National Health Service.

When I was about eight years old, the British Labour  Party won a landslide victory in the general election of 1945. The defeated Conservatives comforted themselves by making the most of Nye Bevan’s intemperate remark quoted  above. In their next propaganda initiative, any new recruit to the Tory youth movement would receive the title Vermin; anyone who brought in 10 new members was a Vile Vermin; and if anyone obtained 100 new recruits he would become a Very Vile Vermin.

At Mass today the celebrant—by no means a loony Leftie—paid Aneurin Bevan quite a compliment.  Although Bevan hadn’t an ounce of religion in him, said Father, he had defended the dogma of the Assumption before a group of Protestant MPs—whether Tory or Labour I don’t know—in the House of Commons bar. (As you know, we will be celebrating  the Feast of the Assumption this coming Tuesday.)  The MPs had been criticising  Pope Pius XII for his recent solemn declaration that on her death the Blessed Virgin had been received body an soul into heaven. I presume they felt it was both unbiblical and an obstacle to the ecumenical movement which was just then beginning to gather steam.

Nye Bevan told these MPs that if Jesus was the kind of person they believed Him to be, He would surely have wanted to pay His Mother the greatest honour possible, so the declaration by Pope Pius XII was entirely reasonable.

This will be the last blogpost I will be sending for the next week or two.







August 10th, 2017

Is the Vatican a Giant Bath-house?

There can now be little doubt that the Vatican, up to the highest level,  is infested with sodomites.

When Pope Benedict XVI spoke of “so much filth”, this was surely what he meant.  How the faggot fraternity managed to infiltrate themselves into positions of authority is a mystery, but they must have been a powerful force there for a very long time, possibly even before Vatican II.  I wouldn’t go quite so far as American blogger Ann Barnhardt, who described the Vatican as a giant bath-house, where “they’re all sodomites”. But unnatural vice does appear to be endemic there.

The latest scandal involves Monsignor Luigi Capozzi, an expert in canon law, who organised a cocaine-fuelled homosexual orgy in a building next to St Peter’s basilica. His boss, Cardinal Francesco Coccopalmerio,  had earlier recommended that Capozzi be made a bishop.

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                            Mgr.  Capozzi (left),  Cardinal Coccopalmerio (centre) and Pope Francis

Then there is Archbishop Vincenzo Paglia, whom  Pope Francis recently appointed to head up the Pontifical Academy for Life. Some years ago  Archbishop Paglia paid a homosexual artist to paint a blasphemous homoerotic mural in his Cathedral of Terni-Narni-Amelia  . The mural includes an image of the archbishop himself. I’m not reproducing the mural here, but you can find it on LifesiteNews.Com if you really want to see it.

It’s not just in the Vatican that homosexuality is rife. This cri de coeur, obviously by a disgusted curate in Britain or possibly the US,  is from the combox of Fr Ray Blake, who had written a post deploring the way the BBC never misses an opportunity of  extolling “the gay lifestyle”:

Fr Ray , if you were an orthodox Catholic priest assigned to a “Gay Friendly” parish, you would find yourself feeling bullied not only day after day, but night after night. You would notice that the Rainbow on the Parish Welcome Board was bigger than the Cross. You would be expected to celebrate Mass with Rainbow Vestments. Your gay-friendly Parish Priest would label you a prehistoric monster and advise you that the kind of “dialogue” you wanted to enable on issues of sexual morality was non PC…The only kind of dialogue required was one which accentuated the positive aspects of homosexual lifestyle. Such is the state of the Church today. The “Catholics for Gay Lifestyle” clergy juggernaut has now come out. And intends to broke no opposition. It is no coincidence that Cardinals,  Bishops and Priests who are now openly promoting homosexual lifestyle are also the ones who are ok with divorce for Catholics. Co-habiting likewise receives their blessing. No word of authority from Pope Francis to correct the errant and strengthen the brethren in the true faith. Am I to believe then that these Cardinals Bishops and Priests who promote gay lifestyle are clerics in good standing?





August 1st, 2017

The Sad Vacuity of Post-Catholic Ireland

Today Fr Hunwicke has a go at “Comparative Religion” and its attempt to prove that Christian feasts are really just ancient pagan festivals  which survived  “the official triumph of the Pale Galilaean”.* A friend of mine at Oxford persuaded me to read The Golden Bough, by Sir James Frazer, one of the leading comparative religionists, which I found quite unconvincing. My friend, a devout Anglican, found the idea that Christianity grew out of paganism somehow helped to confirm his faith, but for the life of me I could never see how.

Father praises  Ronald Hutton’s book  The Stations of the Sun which debunks  the works of Frazer and his ilk. He gives two examples demolishing “this   old nonsense dreamed up by anti-Christian students in the first half of the twentieth century”, one from Cornwall and the other from Ireland:

At Padstow in Cornwall, two hobby-horses dance their way through the town each May Day. In the 1930s some daft people called the Folk-Lore Society persuaded themselves that this was a relic of a pagan sacred marriage between Earth and Sky. (Hutton gives a witty and hilarious account of the antics there of one of these nutters, called Violet Alford, who was very angry that the locals failed to realise the massive cultural significance of male transvestites.) The town council cheerfully assured prospective tourists that it was a Celtic custom 4,000 years old … well, they would, wouldn’t they? But modern scholarship, Hutton demonstrates, shows that there is no evidence for the custom going back beyond the late eighteenth century and very good reasons for being confident that it did not.

At the beginning of August, in many parts of Ireland, the country people climbed mountains and indulged in bonfires and jollity in honour of the God Lugh … or did they? Hutton … spoil sport … gives good reasons for doubting whether these customs really have anything at all to do with the ‘Celtic’ god Lugh. They celebrated the opening of the cereal or potato harvest. And, as such, they were broadly parallel with the Anglo-Saxon celebration of ‘hlaef-mass’, loafmass, Lammas. It was the custom to reap the first of the ripe cereals and bake them into bread which was blessed in church upon that day; quaint things were sometimes then done to it to make the barns into safe repositories for the grain about to arrive in them…

The popular play Dancing at Lughnasa constituted a particularly nasty, more modern, example of the manipulation of any silly old heathen superstitions that can be dragged along to rubbish or ridicule the Catholic Faith … a potent cultural icon, in effect, of post-Catholic Ireland and its sad vacuity.

*This is a reference to a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, masochist and anti-Christian: “Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean, and the world has grown grey from thy breath.”