Quebec as Scale Model of the West

This is a street map of the beautiful city of Quebec. If you have not visited, I highly recommend this lovely, historically-rich, little merger of pre-revolutionary France and the New World.

Anyway, look at the map. Nearly every street is named after a Catholic saint, or Our Lord or Lady under various titles. There are Catholic Churches throughout. The history of the city is Catholic. The population is Catholic– or rather, it was.

Do you know what a neutron bomb is? It is a nuclear weapon that limits the blast damage but ups the radioactivity so that maximum people are killed while leaving buildings and infrastructure largely intact. And the best metaphor I can give you for Quebec is that it feels like it was hit by a neutron bomb. The Catholics are all gone, but they left their stuff behind. Lots of Catholic stuff, beautiful churches, but precious few Catholics. Quebec threw all that off a long time ago. Like others, the Sixties marked the visible beginning, but the Quebecois embraced the destruction with a fervor that would have impressed their revolutionary ancestors.

And this denuding of Catholic culture is of course happening everywhere, as is the collapse of Western Civilization at large. Europe imports its conquerors. The fifth column of pagans and communists and worse within all Western countries tries to impose national suicide as policy. The hordes are at the gates, within the gates. And in the hierarchy of the Catholic Church we are run by sodomites, non-believers and the weak. The Church has ceded the field of charity, morality and society to atheistic governments. Even that is not the worst. Our own leaders are wrecking the edifice of religion itself.

Back to Quebec. There is a museum in the city called, somewhat portentously, The Museum of Civilization. Among other exhibits, many of which are very fine, there is one chronicling the casting off of Catholicism by the Quebecois. I needn’t mention the tone is celebratory. When my family and I saw this exhibit, there was a set that explained the foolish and superstitious items made use of by these Catholics. One mannequin was wearing a brown scapular, which the exhibit placard helpfully explained was worn by Catholics “until the mid-1950s”, in the belief that it would guarantee entrance into heaven, much as the ancients put coins on the eyes of corpses to pay the ferryman to the afterlife. One of my children said, “But we still wear scapulars.”

Yes, we do. The few that survive the neutron bomb in Greater Quebec.

Our enemies would love to see everything we hold dear remembered– if remembered at all– in a quaint museum exhibit of what was. Pray to stand fast against them and all the neutron bombs headed our way.

‘Cause Everybody Coming Here Can’t Wait to Say Goodbye

I am the boy who won’t let go

I live in my head and I don’t look like my photos

And I hate the sound of the world outside

‘Cause everybody coming here can’t wait to say goodbye

I followed your car to my childhood home

And I looked for the key hidden under the stone

And I still hear the sound in my father’s voice

When he lifts me up like I’m a little boy

And I saw horses from my window

They were watching all the cars go

And they don’t care that I am broken

Close my eyes and run beside them

‘Cause I’m already free

I’m already free

So don’t look for me here

‘Cause I run in my dreams

I am the girl who won’t let go

I live in my house and I don’t like my photos

And I hate the sound of the world outside

And I still haven’t found my place to hide

And I saw horses from my window

They were watching all the cars go

And they don’t care that I am broken

Close my eyes and run beside them

I saw horses from my window

They were watching all the cars go

And they don’t care that I am broken

Close my eyes and run beside them

Through the valleys and the pastures

And I know you’ll never find me

‘Cause I’m already free

I’m already free

So don’t look for me here

Don’t look for me here

‘Cause I run in my dream

In my dreams

–Dala

Enough Yet Living…

Charles D'Albret se meurt....The unrelenting unraveling of order, morality, civility and religion continues apace.  Not only that, we can all see that there are new outrages daily that are so numerous and so outrageous that each new outrage fails to outrage.

A very incomplete recap of recent events includes leftists (even those who hold public office) encouraging violence against government officials, businessmen being shamed for where they eat, media defending the act of flat-out, undeniable making stuff up for propaganda effect, administration officials being threatened in their homes by mobs and kicked out of public establishments, the putative pope shrugging his shoulders and winking that bishops can decide diocese-by-diocese whether to allow systematic sacrilege, and then for good measure taking sides in the internal politics of nation-states.

People, that’s just last week.

I keep asking, ineffectually of course, “How much longer can this go on?  How much longer will decent people just take this?”  Over the weekend a scene from Shakespeare’s Henry V came to me very strongly. It encapsulates my thinking on the current situation.

The scene unfolds during the Battle of Agincourt in 1415. Though the French outnumbered the English at least 5-1, they were routed by the English, who begain a period of great success in the Hundred Years’ War.  Here is the dialogue from Shakespeare’s play, and here’s a hint, we’re the French:

Constable of France:  Why, all our ranks are broke.
Lewis the Dauphin:  O perdurable shame! let’s stab ourselves.
Be these the wretches that we play’d at dice for?
Duke of Orleans:  Is this the king we sent to for his ransom?
Duke of Bourbon:  Shame and eternal shame, nothing but shame!
Let us die in honour: once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,
His fairest daughter is contaminated.
Constable of France:  Disorder, that hath spoil’d us, friend us now!
Let us on heaps go offer up our lives.
Duke of Orleans:  We are enow yet living in the field
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.
Duke of Bourbon: The devil take order now! I’ll to the throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
[Exeunt]

Are we at the Exuent moment yet? Why is no order thought upon?

Recall that in the Hundred Years’ War, the English rout of the French at Agincourt was only really undone, finally, by the leadership and victories of St. Joan of Arc.  Is it that in the designs of Providence, that we must await our general, the Queen of All Saints, Our Lady of Fatima?  Perhaps.  But we are called to be ready to act and to act to defend the true and the good. Stand ready. This can’t go on forever.  I for one am sick to death of seeing evil run roughshod over good.

We are enow yet living in the field to smother them up in our throngs if any order be thought upon.

 

Unfashionable

Monarchy is the one system of government where power is exercised for the good of all.

–Aristotle

Monarchy can easily be debunked, but watch the faces, mark well the debunkers. These are the men whose taproot in Eden has been cut: whom no rumour of the polyphony, the dance, can reach – men to whom pebbles laid in a row are more beautiful than an arch. Yet even if they desire mere equality they cannot reach it. Where men are forbidden to honour a king they honour millionaires, athletes or film stars instead: even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.

–C S Lewis

This war would never have come unless, under American and modernising pressure, we had driven the Habsburgs out of Austria and the Hohenzollerns out of Germany. By making these vacuums we gave the opening for the Hitlerite monster to crawl out of its sewer on to the vacant thrones. No doubt these views are very unfashionable….

–Winston Churchill, 8th April 1945

Feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus

Sacre-Coeur

Blessed feast day to all of you.

Today is a first class feast of Our Lord, and so the abstinence obligation is not in force today. If you have not yet assisted at Mass, note that there is a Solemn High Mass at St. Francis de Sales Oratory tonight at 6:30pm. Members of the Society of the Sacred Heart may obtain a plenary indulgence, under the usual conditions, if they assist at Mass today.

May we all find rest and mercy in the pierced Heart of Christ, which He suffered to be opened as a wellspring of love for us.

Consecration of the Human Race to the Sacred Heart of Jesus

Most sweet Jesus, Redeemer of the human race, look down upon us humbly prostrate before Your altar. We are Yours, and Yours we wish to be; but, to be more surely united with You, behold each one of us freely consecrates himself today to Your Most Sacred Heart. Many indeed have never known You; many too, despising Your precepts, have rejected You. Have mercy on them all, most merciful Jesus, and draw them to Your Sacred Heart.

You are King, O Lord, not only of the faithful who have never forsaken You, but also of the prodigal children who have abandoned You; grant that they may quickly return to their Father’s house lest they die of wretchedness and hunger.

You are King of those who are deceived by erroneous opinions, or whom discord keeps aloof; call them back to the harbor of truth and unity of faith, so that soon there may be but one flock and one Shepherd.

You are King of all those who are still involved in the darkness of idolatry or of Islamism; refuse not to draw them all into the light and kingdom of God. Turn Your eyes of mercy toward the children of that race, once Your chosen people. Of old they called down upon themselves the Blood of the Savior; may it now descend upon them a laver of redemption and of life.

Grant, O Lord, to Your Church assurance of freedom and immunity from harm; give peace and order to all nations, and make the earth resound from pole to pole with one cry: Praise to the Divine Heart that wrought our salvation; to It be glory and Honor forever. Amen.

 

— Pius XI

The College of Cardinals is on the Clock

It’s like this:

There is no hell; unsaved souls are simply annihilated.

God made you”gay”, thus the all good God makes souls to commit mortal sin, or else sodomy is not a sin.

Persons living in notorious adulterous relationships are sometimes doing the best God can expect from them in concrete circumstances and sometimes they should be allowed to commit sacrilege by receiving Holy Communion.

These are all positions attributed to Francis. The first two are alleged to be spoken by Francis himself, the other is contained in a mealy-mouthed footnote in an ostensibly magisterial document. These are all positions that neither he nor his official spokesmen have repudiated. These are all positions that have a deniability fig leaf of plastic-wrap opacity. They are all positions that nearly every person, Catholic or not, thinks Francis actually holds.

The point is that this is simply intolerable. Any Catholic can see it. Waiting for this man to die is not good enough. He is decimating the Church. What will be left when he goes away? Who will be left to vote for a better successor?

No. He must be confronted now. And by the only people with the authority to declare whether this man is a manifest, public heretic who has deposed himself by the authority of Christ. Too much ambiguity? I agree. The College of Cardinals must present a demand that the above positions attributed to Bergoglio be publicly repudiated by a date certain. Days, not weeks.

Days.

And then, if he does not so repudiate them, declare him deposed.

After that, and before a new conclave, elicit a clear statement of abdication (past or present), from Benedict XVI, to avoid any shenanigans on that front.

Cardinals, you are on the clock. Every day that goes by before you act is on you.

Speak Up, Catholics

This:

Don’t think that by laying low or by publicly accommodating these people you and your family will be able to live a privately Christian life. These gatekeepers are constantly tightening the vise—what was personal and private a decade ago is now fair game. This is what you better think and say and, if you don’t, we’ll find you and punish you, take your job, take you to court, ridicule you in the public arena, subject you to threats.