During our recent vacation to Vienna and Budapest, my daughters Anna and Clara made a series of videos encapsulating their European experience, each bearing the title, “Clara is Dumb”. I share the final entry with you, dear reader, here. Pray for me to be a better father.
The canard that Vatican II and the Novus Ordo are mere coincidences, and not in fact the intentional causes of the collapse of the institutional Church and the faith of untold millions, is no longer tenable. This is the one positive outcome of the Bergoglian Papacy.
The “hermeneutic of continuity” was the last effort to front for the logical proposition that the last 55 years have been anything but a rupture with the unchanging teaching and concomitant praxis of the Church. Sensing their hour was at hand, and that they could achieve the last of their goals, the evil men responsible for ousting Benedict and replacing him with Bergoglio have removed the last thin veneer preventing people from recognizing reality.
The train wreck is in full view.
Leaving aside those who actively embraced this evil for what it is, I feel sorrow for those of us who wanted to be Catholic, and still want to be Catholic, but who were not given the fulness of that faith to hold on to, and to pass down to our progeny.
Ladies and gentlemen, these are two different religions.
The image above is taken from a must-read article by Brian Williams at The Liturgy Guy blog. Seeking to test what most undoubtedly suspected through anecdotal evidence, Fr. Donald Kloster, Mr. Williams, and others conducted nationwide polling exactly mirroring previously published research on the Church as a whole, in effect comparing the responses of attendees of the Traditional Latin Mass with the Church at large, which of course overwhelmingly attends the N.O.
The results are self-evidently in favor of the TLM as a vehicle to transmit and retain the faith, to promote Catholic teachings, and to encourage regular recourse to the sacraments. But of course, this is by design.
Read it, and weep.
Then there came two women that were harlots, to the king, and stood before him. And one of them said: I beseech thee, my lord, I and this woman dwelt in one house, and I was delivered of a child with her in the chamber. And the third day after I was delivered, she also was delivered; and we were together, and no other person with us in the house; only we two. And this woman’s child died in the night: for in her sleep she overlaid him. And rising in the dead time of the night, she took my child from my side, while I, thy handmaid, was asleep, and laid it in her bosom: and laid her dead child in my bosom. And when I arose in the morning, to give my child suck, behold it was dead: but considering him more diligently, when it was clear day, I found that it was not mine which I bore. And the other woman answered: It is not so as thou sayest, but thy child is dead, and mine is alive. On the contrary, she said; Thou liest: for my child liveth, and thy child is dead. And in this manner they strove before the king. Then said the king: The one saith, My child is alive, and thy child is dead. And the other answereth: Nay; but thy child is dead, and mine liveth. The king therefore said: Bring me a sword. And when they had brought a sword before the king, Divide, said he, the living child in two, and give half to the one and half to the other. But the woman, whose child was alive, said to the king; (for her bowels were moved upon her child) I beseech thee, my lord, give her the child alive, and do not kill it. But the other said: Let it be neither mine nor thine; but divide it. The king answered, and said: Give the living child to this woman, and let it not be killed; for she is the mother thereof. And all Israel heard the judgment which the king had judged, and they feared the king, seeing that the wisdom of God was in him to do judgment.
Brion McClanahan at the Abbeville blog writes an excellent comparison and contrast piece about the two “greatest” presidents in America’s history. The differences in the country each envisioned are far too stark, keeping in line with the character of each man. We look to Washington as a founder; we are all now subjects of King Lincoln. Excerpts:
“Honest” Abe supplanted Honest George as the quintessential American, and thus two American symbols had been born. One represented the original American order, the other a new America; one conservative and rational, the other revolutionary; one built on the refined ancient constitutions and customs of Western Civilization, the other in a rough-hewn world of log cabins, dirty jokes, foul language, and shifting political sands.
Washington represented the cavalier elite of early American society. He was reared as a gentleman. He was refined, an excellent conversationalist who knew how to dance and flirt properly with women. His father and grandfathers had acquired large Virginia estates, and though they were considered to be middling plantation owners, Washington eventually befriended members of the Fairfax family, the wealthiest landowners in Virginia.
Lincoln was born to a shiftless farmer who lost most of his landholdings due to poor claims, and who preferred to pull up stakes rather than plant roots in one area. Lincoln grew up in the wilderness around rough men and women. He never had any social graces and clumsily interacted with the opposite sex. Lincoln was never reputed to be a fine dancer.
Washington hunted and soldiered. He was the best athlete in Virginia, a master horseman, and a real war hero who saved his men from annihilation in 1755 at the Battle of Monongahela, led the American States to their independence in 1783, and was called out of retirement in 1798 to lead American forces against the French in a war that never materialized.
Washington avoided political life by resigning from every political post after the American War for Independence. He could have been president for life, an elected king, but instead chose to retire to Mount Vernon to be a planter and spend time with his family. Washington never campaigned for an office. He was important because of who he was as a man, because of his character. Washington was the greatest man in America before he became president.
Lincoln became a lawyer, represented big business against the little man, consistently sought office, and molded his public statements to gain maximum political effect. Lincoln was important because he was elected to office. He would be forgotten to history if not for the general government in Washington D.C.
Washington faced a “rebellion” on the frontier, and while he eventually agreed to send troops into Western Pennsylvania (at the insistence of Alexander Hamilton), he spent nearly two years exhausting all other means to reach a settlement on the issue. Washington tolerated dissent. He looked the other way when John Jay was burned in effigy and the press excoriated him for supporting the awful Jay’s Treaty with Great Britain in 1794. Even the Whiskey Rebels were treated with kid gloves. The press and elections both remained free.
Lincoln faced an open crisis as president and marched hundreds of thousands of troops into the Southern States to put down a “rebellion” when other options were available. He could have chosen peace but chose war and never negotiated or sought compromise with those who opposed his administration. He rounded up dissenters, shut down newspapers, and barred free elections.
Washington’s Union tolerated differences between the Northern and Southern States, and even Washington himself appealed to their common interests in maintaining a common bond.
Lincoln’s Union forced the will of one section on the other, and his Republican Party openly admitted theirs was a crusade to “forge a new Union” and remake America.
Washington held the Union together through his statesmanship. Lincoln held it together by the bayonet. Washington accepted self-determination. Lincoln waged a war against it.
Lincoln inherited a federal republic and created a myth of national supremacy. Washington never pretended to be anything but the president of a federal republic.
Back home safe and sound. Grateful to Divine Providence Who granted us safe travels and wonderful family time. Aware that not everyone can scratch that travel itch. Praying for safe arrival in that heavenly homeland that contains all beautiful places, more real than these shadows. Pray we all meet there. Pax.
On the way back from a great family vacation. Heard word that my brother-in-law’s mother died, and the mother of a dear friend died. May God grant them both eternal rest. We are all connected in the communion of the the saints. Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen.
Land of the free?
Today we mixed some lesser sights with shopping and eating. The weather was a bit frigid, with gusty winds and intermittent snow. Yes, snow. We took the U-bahn to Karlsplatz, where I toured the Secession building, paying €10 to see some Klimt. The Beethovenfriese, specifically. Why a gorilla figures into the Ode to Joy I don’t know.
Then the not-surprisingly dead in February Naschmarkt, where we saw plenty of Morocco and Tunisia and not so much Austria. Next, we saw Karlskirche, where a Catholic has to pay €8 to enter a Catholic church, even if only to pray. Schönborn’s Amerika.
Then, we discovered the best way to avoid lines at the Prater is to ride the famous Riesenrad ferris wheel in a snow shower. Then it was on to Mariahilferstrasse for power shopping at the ladies’ insistence.
After that, we had a pricey but delightful dinner at Castelletto, with schnitzel, Italian fare, and the best gelato I’ve had outside of Italy. At last, an evening stroll down the Graben.
Bonus pics: Last night’s trip to the grocery store produced real Spanish chorizo and jamón serrano. A nice little treat.
Today, my son learned the hard way one of the lesser known laws in Vienna: if Sigmund Freud boards the U-bahn, he gets your seat:
One more day in the land of schnitzel!
More Vienna today. The first photo is a poster near our apartment of our beloved president giving the Statue of Liberty the beating she deserves. After that, walking, shopping, hitting Peterskirche (where I was able to go to confession), touring the Hofburg (photos not allowed), and visiting Stephansdom, where we walked verically, 343 steps. Along the way, I was delighted to find that we haven’t escaped the Camino, as we twice encountered signs that we were on the Way of St. James. Wish I could keep going…
I don’t know when this blog became my vacation journal, but I guess it was when I ran out of ways to describe the horrors of Francisdom. Anyway, checking in from Vienna:
We heard Mass at the Paulanerkirche (the real Mass, that is). Then on to the Hotel Sacher for Früstück and some apfelstrudel mit schlag, sachertorte and melange. Then a drag-the-kids-into-culture-at-any-price tour through the Kunsthistorisches Museum. Then a view of the treasury of the Austrian Emperors (no photos because my phone died), including Charlemagne’s crown, a relic of the true cross and holy lance, and scads of jewels. Then ice skating until my shins bled at the Wiener Eistraum, then the family platter from Wienerwald to save us all.
So, nothing much happened.