We are back in the ghetto of post-1969 suppression of our rights as Catholics. Read Quo Primum. Rest assured you have a right to the traditional Mass. The Real Mass. And then pray, resist, be at peace, ask Our Lady to act. Ask Our Lord to let her heart triumph, and that the true pope will be known, recognized, and reign gloriously.
The servants of satan in the hierarchy will fall. Rest assured. No matter what persecution comes, stay on the side of Christ and His Holy Mother.
Every Catholic knows about the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization decision by now, and every Catholic who has a measure of moral compass rejoices in it. Behind and beside the law of it, the plain practical fact is that there are babies– thousands or tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands or (dare we hope?) millions of babies– that will live because of this ruling. They will escape the satanic murder fields in many states.
But as a Catholic with a legal education and a legalistic way of seeing things (I’m looking at you, Pope Benedict’s abdication attempt), I wanted to post about the wonderful and unlooked-for rebound of the rule of law in this term of the Supreme Court.
The Supreme Court sits in session from the first Monday in October until the Summer recess, with decisions typically being released by the end of June. The term ending today would be known as the October 2021 term. In the midst of the maelstrom of lawlessness and illegitimacy we see in the institutions of this country and many others, I believe if we survive as a nation to see the other side of this, the October 2021 term will be the Court’s most consequential since 1857 and (allowing of course for recency bias) the most beneficial to the health of the Constitution in its history.
This one term produced six huge wins for the rule of law:
The first case to come down was the Boston flag case, which held that where the city of Boston allowed various groups to fly flags on public property but was not using the program to express government speech, it could not discriminate against Christian groups who wished to participate. (Shurtleff v. City of Boston). This one is not earth-shaking, but it sent a signal that a brazen anti-religious bias from the government would not pass constitutional muster. And it was the first of three decisions that put real teeth in the Free Exercise Clause, so often ignored by the Court in the past fifty years.
Following this, in late June, we saw the final five enormous victories for the rule of law come at us like a steamroller. In Carson v. Makin, the Court held that if a state provides tuition assistance for its students, it could not impose a non-sectarian requirement without violating the Free Exercise Clause of the First Amendment.
Switching gears, but of vast importance, the Court confirmed in NYSRPA v. Bruen that the Second Amendment protects the right of law-abiding citizens to carry firearms in public for self-defense. The demonic ferocity of those disappointed with this decision seems tome to be a confirmation of its necessity.
Then, Dobbs. The best decision to come down from the Court in, seemingly, forever. “The Constitution does not prohibit the citizens of each State from regulating or prohibiting abortion.” Nothing more needs to be said.
Next, the Court delivered its other major Free Exercise Clause case, Kennedy v. Bremerton School District, confirming that both the Free Exercise Clause and the Free Speech Clause both act to protect personal religious observance from government reprisal.
Finally, today, the Court issued a decision, heavy in administrative law and dealing with the powers of Executive Branch bureaucracies, that struck down the radical EPA regulations designed to allow the federal government to kill the energy industry in the cause of the “climate change” scam (West Virginia v. EPA). Perhaps the least exciting of the major decisions to read, but not the least in importance to the future of this republic.
Not a bad session, I’d say. And as icing on the cake, all of the intellectual firepower on the Court today is in the conservative camp. Alito has taken on Justice Scalia’s intellectual mantle, while the other four conservatives have their own intellectual heft and ability. Roberts has a fine intellect too, but is not to be trusted, and I suppose will spend the next few terms trying to moderate the language of the majority by occasionally joining them and assigning key cases to himself to write the opinions. Only Kagan on the left has a brain worthy of the highest Court, misguided though it is.
In fact, the situation bodes so well that I expect the revolutionaries to pack the Court and continue to corrupt the electoral process with zeal and glee.
Regardless, this is a Supreme Court term to celebrate, and one for which we should thank Divine Providence.
Recalling Roberts’ treacherous vote flip from majority vote striking down the unconstitutional Obamacare regime to forced new majority saving it, this is a very pleasant thing to ponder over my coffee today:
Law360 (June 24, 2022, 8:15 PM EDT) — Justice Samuel Alito’s leaked draft striking down Roe v. Wade underwent few substantive changes before becoming the law of land Friday, signaling a unified conservative majority that never wavered even as public outcry over the decision grew.
U.S. Supreme Court watchers scanning both the draft and final version of the decision in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health quickly discovered the documents to be virtually identical, save for a few minor stylistic changes and new responses to Chief Justice John Roberts’ concurrence and the liberal justices’ joint dissent. Word after word, page after page, Justice Alito’s rationale for jettisoning the 49-year-old constitutional right to abortion was exactly the same as that contained in the initial draft of the ruling published in Politico in early May.
“Nobody objected to anything in the draft,” professor Mark Graber of the University of Maryland’s Francis King Carey School of Law said in an interview. “This was a fairly generic argument against Roe, and so it’s not surprising that it didn’t change much. Alito already had his majority. He was never getting Chief Justice Roberts. There’s added material in response to the chief justice. But this summarized where the five justices in the conservative majority were.”
In other words, Graber said, “Minds were made up almost immediately.”
Of course the long-prayed-for decision in Dobbs, overturning the truly diabolical decisions in Roe and Casey, merits a blog post. It merits a grateful nation offering up prayers of thanksgiving to God and all His Saints for the mercy shown to us, who have certainly done little to deserve it.
As a legal issue, I will say that the rule of law has been resuscitated, after being flatlined in the wake of the Obamacare debacle. Whether the rule of law will recover is doubtful, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see a relapse. As a lawyer, Dobbs is right on the mark in excoriating the exercise of raw judicial power (to quote Justice Byron White in his dissent in Roe) by the Court to prohibit states from preventing the murder of millions of children. Of course, I think the Fourteenth Amendment is a factor– not as the babykillers do, who say it protects a “right” to kill one’s child, but rather, I believe it is the baby who has a Fourteenth Amendment right to be free from being killed without due process of law. In short, abortion should be always illegal everywhere in every state, if we want to follow the Constitution’s provisions to their logical end. But whatever. Today, no carping. Today, a State may outlaw this heinous affront against God. In fact, many have.
And, praise God, today in my state of Missouri abortion is for all practical purposes illegal.
Who would have thought it possible? Long years of weak inaction on the part of parties, prelates, and Catholic voters could have led one to think of Lucy, Charlie Brown, and the football again and again and again. We were in a perpetual state of “just one more Justice!”
And then, after the election selected Biden, and the rule of law lay motionless on a slab at the morgue, I would not have imagined this. Justice Gorsuch has been solid, but Kavanaugh has caved on several cases and my confidence in Barrett was about 17%. But hey, I give them all credit today. No complaints. I am all gratitude.
And when I say God bless Donald Trump, can I get an Amen? All three of his appointees voted in the majority. All three came through. Though Alito and Thomas were appointed by the Bush family, those presidents offset them with leftist appointments. The Justices get credit, but the Bush contribution was at best accidental. I invite all Catholic NeverTrumpers to come forward today and take their good-natured lumps from their colleagues with some measure of humility. Or at least resurrect the penitential practice of self-flagellation.
Regarding the leaked draft opinion in Dobbs, I thought at the time that the satanic attempt to kill, injure or intimidate Alito and the others was a huge tactical mistake. Alito is not like that. Thomas is not like that. It wasn’t Kavanaugh’s or Barrett’s draft decisions that were leaked. Alito and Thomas are two of the finest Justices in a long, long time. To borrow a phrase from Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men, “You [messed] with the wrong Marine!” And I credit Alito for specifically referring to Justice White and the great Justice Scalia today in his opinion. Credit where due.
Finally, on the spiritual and thus most relevant and practical level, my prayer is that this act of justice, incomplete and late as it is, will spare us from the worst of the chastisement we have earned, and begin the end of it. May the Sacred Heart lead the Holy Father to consecrate Russia as Our Lady requested, and thus kick start her Immaculate Heart’s triumph at long last. May devotion to the two Hearts increase more and more!
I suppose it is some evidence of the subject of my post that I began to write it on April 28th, eleven days ago. And that beginning came after a 16 day void since my last substantive post. [Here is where you say, “You’ve had a substantive post? This decade?”].
Anyhow, I hope you all had an Easter Solemnity full of joy and the thankful, confident hope in the power of Our Lord’s victory over death. Each year, it is more and more obvious to me that everything in our lives is dependent on the fact that Christ is risen– as God, as Man. He died. Our debt is paid. He rose. Our inheritance is Heaven. It’s so beautiful and so comprehensive, that it is sometimes easy to miss it. This year, I followed some spiritual advice and every time I meditated upon the crucifixion I pictured the inscription nailed above Our Savior’s head as being instead inscribed with my sentence to eternal death for my sins. And He took it, and accepted the responsibility for it, and suffered and died for it. He obliterated it. His merits, coming from God, are infinite and simply too much for my sins to ever deplete. His Incarnation makes those merits apply to men. And thus, I am pardoned. It is overwhelming to ponder, let alone to comprehend.
So, the point of this post? Just a snapshot of my take on the current situation. Though it’s the Easter season, like every other year, I just have the gut feeling that we are in a different place entirely. I mean in the supernatural sense. Like we are beyond the allotted time. To illustrate the point, and I apologize for this, I will use an analogy from soccer.*
If you have ever been forced to watch watched soccer, you may recognize this sort of activity:
Well, as you can imagine, the common, ludicrous, time-consuming, and wussified acting involved in faking injuries wastes a lot of time. So what, you say? Baseball has stepping-out-of-the-box, giving and stealing signs, and a myriad of other time wasters. And football has committee meetings built in to the equation. Well be that as it may, soccer uses a clock that never stops. Yep, you play, the clock rolls. You kick the ball out of bounds, the clock rolls. You fake a gunshot wound and roll around on the ground like an idiot because someone came within five yards of you, the clock rolls. You have an actual cardiac event on the field because you took a mandatory, safe and effective experimental gene serum of no discernable reason, the clock rolls.
Hey Timman, what would stop a team with a lead from faking injury after injury to run out the last ten minutes of a match, you say? Well, that is because of a concept they have in soccer called “stoppage time”. It used to be known as injury time, but the new euphemism acknowledges that players are hardly ever injured when the pull the lame acting jobs highlighted above. You see, the clock finally hits zero, but the game goes on. Yes, I know, it is hard to believe there are millions of people who take this game seriously. But to the point. How long does the game continue? Well, the referee makes up a number out of thin air consults with his record of how much time was wasted by the wannabe Johnny Depps during play and adds that amount of additional time. This, friends, is called stoppage time.
In the not too distant past, the referee simply added on time as he saw fit without telling anybody how much time was left. Yep, everyone but the referee was in the dark. As you can imagine, this could lead someone to think that this system was easily corruptible and would enable some shady outcomes. Like if a referee was in the pay of local gamblers, or was gambling himself. Or if he were a fan of one of the teams. Or if some player irritated him during the game by complaining that so-and-so was clearly faking an injury. And so on. It is similar to stopping the counting of votes in the middle of a presidential election and allowing thousands of illegal ballots to be added while no one was watching (“They did dumps. They called them dumps. Big, massive dumps.”– DJT). The problems with that system eventually led to this: even an organization as corrupt as FIFA changed the system so that the referee has to give an actual number that is known to all of how many minutes he added. Even still, this doesn’t completely address the corruption risk, because the number is still an estimate. The referee still has roughly half a minute either way to pull a fast one. And of course, finally, gloriously– PLAYERS STILL CAN AND DO FAKE INJURIES DURING STOPPAGE TIME. On and on it goes, friends.
But what does this have to do with Catholics being in stoppage time?
We all have that feeling that the game is up. That our enemies and their agenda are no longer masked. That are friends are few. That the world simply can’t go on like this. That the anti-civilization that has largely overthrown civilization does not account for God, let alone worship Him. That it must come down. It is obvious that the clock on that feel-good fake world of the late 20th and early 21st centuries is at zero. This feeling is a natural human intuition on our part, informed by our faith and by Divine revelation.
This feels different. It is bonus time. Stoppage time, if you will.
In our situation, God is the Referee, though obviously He is NOT corrupt– 100% the opposite of corrupt, in fact. But He is the only one who knows how much time there is left to us. To us personally, and to the enterprise of time generally. In that sense, ever since the Resurrection, we have all been on stoppage time. But it is surely more imminent now. Since time is finite, it necessarily closer to the end of the game. But more than that, the full clock sure seems to have run out, and we now play on, trying to earn the victory while anxiously looking for the Referee to raise that whistle to his lips and end all play.
I think it was two or three years ago that I wrote about a “bonus Lent” and “bonus Advent”. And I am prone to hyperbole, as you know already. But the boy who cried wolf did eventually spot the wolf. Just saying.
It is hard to play a focused game in stoppage time. But that is our task. We must not be discouraged or distracted, whether we play from ahead or behind. Stay close to the Sacraments and remain firmly in the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church. May Our Lady as ever be our Star during this time. She is our guide and our hope of victory.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us!
*Anyone who instinctively said to themselves when reading this sentence, “It’s actually called football, moron,” should probably read another blog written by a younger, woker blogger.
In primis, take Rafael Nadal, who instead of supporting Novak Djokovic’s principled stand against taking a poisonous gene serum, benefited from the absence of the best player in tennis history to “win” the Australian Open in 2022. That diluted win “makes” him the “leader” in Grand Slam titles, one ahead of Djokovic and Federer. His comments when asked about Djokovic’s deportation?: The rules are the rules. Craven and callous at the same time. Now fast forward two months, and it seems that the Spaniard is having some “sudden”, “unexplained”, “coincidental” health problems:
‘Nadal had battled through several close matches to reach the final and needed treatment at the end of his semi-final against Carlos Alcaraz on Saturday.
‘On Sunday, following the match, Rafael Nadal told reporters, “When I try to breathe, it’s painful… It feels like needles.”’
No one wants Nadal to have a serious health outcome, regardless of his actions. I pray he does not. But if he does, will this make anybody see what’s happening here? Probably not. People are mad, and suicidal to boot, all the while blind.
Item 2: Soy Boy Dictator Sam Page, the testosterone-free Executive of St. Louis County, has suffered the tragic loss of his Covid 19 lead policy-maker, who “died suddenly” (the new “safe and effective”) at age 37. No word on autopsy results, and there are those who are trying to blame a drug overdose. But it doesn’t smell right just the same. This woman was a “champion” for killing babies “reproductive health rights”, and mask and vaccine mandates, so please, she needs prayers for her soul.
Finally, the greatest hero for democracy in the world today banned the main opposition political party, along with several others. Here he is, pictured with Justin Trudeau, pansy-dictator of Canada, who also stood up for democracy so well just last month:
OK, I have said before that the question of the identity of the Holy Father is of waaaaay more importance to the average Catholic than the “above my paygrade/keep my head down and try to get to heaven” contingent lets on. Getting it right is the key to unraveling the disaster of heresy and tyranny that has been promoted for the last nine years. It is the key to defense of the Mass and Sacraments.
And it is the key to the conversion of Russia, as our Lady of Fatima promised she would bring about after the Holy Father consecrates Russia to Mary’s Immaculate Heart in union with the Bishops of the world.
CAN YOU STILL TELL ME IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IS POPE?
The consecration of Russia to Mary’s Immaculate Heart will be the solution to all of the evil, satanical forces that have made, are making, and will further make, a kind of hell on earth. She will triumph. It is our deliverance.
But the consecration of Russia to Mary’s Immaculate Heart by an antipope, even if —ahem— it were done in good faith, could be an occasion of the loss of faith of millions and perhaps even despair, should this consecration not be satisfactory. I’m not Our Lady, but one would think this type of consecration would not suffice by a long shot. Again, I claim zero knowledge or authority to decide that; I’m just thinking out loud here.
It is not hard to imagine that, when this consecration is made, if the conversion of Russia does not happen and a period of peace does not ensue, many may lose their confidence in Fatima, their confidence in the Church, or perhaps just lose their faith entirely. You know– a distilled and immediate version of what has happened by slow drip from 1962-2022.
On the other hand, perhaps Our Lady, in the plan of God’s holy Providence, has decided to show a definitive proof of the identity of the Pope. If Bergoglio consecrates Russia and it works, maybe he really is pope. Mea culpa from me. But if he does his consecration and nothing good happens, would that by itself be enough to confirm the Benedict is still Pope? We shall see.
Only the Pope could have answered the dubia. Only the pope can consecrate Russia according to Mary’s request.
If Cardinal Burke, or any Cardinal for that matter, or any active Bishop, or perhaps Archbishop Vigano, could see his way to address at last the identity of the Pope publicly, please? Not that it is strictly speaking relevant to the question of whether the putative abdication was valid, but it could really help to strengthen those Catholics who are left.