as “the Prince”
of Vatican II
is the logical conclusion of the Second Vatican Council
understood as the Assisted Suicide of the Church. He is the logical consequent of nearly every flawed statement,
every questionable postulate, and every sophistical premise
either substantive or implicit, within Vatican II as so
many antecedents to a catastrophically spurious argument.
As he himself stated as early as 2013 — but not before a
rude slap in the face to all his predecessors
(one still alive: Pope “Emeritus” Benedict):
“In the interview, Francis
denounced the “Vatican-centric” nature of the Holy
See administration and acknowledged that popes past
had been infatuated with the pomp of the
Vatican and its “courtesans.” and then:
“He said the Second Vatican Council, the 1962-65 meetings
that brought the church into the modern world, had
promised such an opening to people of other faiths
but that the church hadn’t made progress since then.”
went further, to make the paradoxical claim that:
have the humility and ambition to do so,”
words, “I, Francis the celebrated, acclaimed,
and famously humble and unpretentious — propose to fully
actualize all the nonsense embodied in the equally celebrated
(albeit spurious) ‘Spirit of Vatican II’ because
among all my predecessors have the real
humility — and ambition —
that they lacked — and the iron will to do so!
Bet on it.”
us ponder that for a moment, for it is fraught with significance.
Does a humble
man boast of his humility? Of course not, for he
sees the contradiction inherent in such a question.
still is the question: is ambition consonant
with humility in a pope?
At the apex of power (at which Francis now
sits) ambition can dangerously verge on Machiavellian. As
Niccolo observed “Ambition is so powerful a passion in
the heart, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.”
was a vehement atheist. Francis is an unbridled progressivist.
In both cases, however otherwise divergent, the pressing
question appears identical: “How far can I go?
What can I get away with? To what extent can I push the
limits of this power vested in me?”
These are serious questions, especially as they pertain
to the Vicar of Jesus Christ on Earth.
Has the Church, as Francis insists, really been stagnant
for 50 years — until the epiphany of Francis who alone
can achieve what Vatican II proposed — because he alone
has the humility to accomplish this, coupled with
an unbending determination? Is there something disconcerting
about this statement? Even contradictory?
What is more, we need only look at the anemic state of the
Church following Vatican II: the dearth of clergy,
religious, seminarians — the aging and emptying pews … to
see that no such “stagnation” in the Church occurred. To
the contrary, prior to Vatican II it was a
Church full of vitality in every conceivable metric — and
To understand how Francis arrives at this spurious conclusion
we must first understand that Francis is the quintessential
product of a unique generation. He is among the last
of that now dwindling generation (thank God) who themselves
were products of the psychotropic culture of the 1960’s
— which, in our rear-view mirror — is a now barely visible,
and from which we cannot speed away fast enough. It has
long begun to fade to fatuity. Most of us have, by
now, come to our senses and recognize this.
A Deadly Age
It was a
deadly age, a noxious age whose poison still leeches into
Western society. At a given stratum it will be percolated
through reason, eventually strained of its poison, and become
the historical nonsense it was — even if it contaminated
so much and so many lives before it was bleached out of
our consciousness and finally became innocuous , together
with the psychedelic caricature of a reality it had never
known. Timothy Leary, et alia, “Turned on, tuned in, dropped
out” and in alignment with his not-so-famous literary micropiece
“Design for Dying — Dying? Throw a House Party! ”
— dropped dead.
The Age of Aquarius and the Psilocybin
mushroom are dead and what is left of that sad crop are
dying leaves on a withering tree, fretted by songs still
strummed by the arthritic hands of the elderly on guitars
three times the age of the audience. They are pathetic figures
clinging to a youth that betrayed them to an old age that
wasn’t supposed to happen in the euphoric Flower Days.
In truth it was a miserable age that opiated America; an age that filled
the valleys and made the mountains low — for the coming
of the Flower Child who littered it with filth. It was
Woodstock after the rain and the music stopped: a wasteland
of plastic trash, condoms and roach clips.
into Vatican II
Same time, same culture, same euphoria, same mantra against inhibition, same
contempt for authority, same disdain for absolutes. It was
the time to experiment with society, with minds,
and — most sadly — with souls. While students occupied the
chancellor’s office at the university, “liberated” Catholic
theologians, together with Avant-guard bishops and their
ecumenically requisite Protestant advisors occupied the
“The Establishment” was shut out — in academic, ecclesiastic
and civil society. “Old school” was out. “New school” was
in: a new and radical school of theology and spirituality;
new interpretation, “exegesis”, “hermeneutics”, and now
“discernment”. “Dogma” became “anathema” and “anathema”
was finally scrubbed from the Catholic lexicon altogether:
both became something pejorative: nothing was incontrovertibly
true (itself a reflexive contradiction).
Latin as an Ecclesiastical Marker or Identifier was out. Banality was in.
Priests spoke the vernacular and finally realized that they
had nothing to say. Homily became comedy. Comedy became
skit. The Guitar is King! — no longer Christ
Jesus. And the only Choir we know is not of Angels: they
ceased their accompaniment with us when “Liturgists” discarded
Gregorian Chant in favor of the insipid ditties of Marty
Haugen who is Lutheran or the “Saint
Louis Jesuits (not all of whom remain Jesuits, or priests,
or even Christians.”1)
No Going Back: DNR and
the Church as a Hospice
New vestments, new language(s), new Mass, new spirituality that emphasized
man through a unilateral (Catholics gave up virtually
everything. Protestants relinquished nothing) effort at
a newly-reformulated notion of “ecumenism” instead of
salvation. Nun’s and Sister’s Habits were shortened,
then abbreviated, then thrown out. The new “cool” was the
collarless priest, the unidentifiable Sister. The various
“Conferences of Catholic Bishops” (which have no binding
authority) became social, then political. The Church effectively
“field hospital” envisioned by Francis — but it was also the only patient —
mortally wounded, and strapped to it was the purple rescript
DNR (“Do Not Resuscitate or Revive”) upon the inauguration
of Francis as pope with a ready hand on the plug. Vatican
II, it turns out, was really an act of Assisted Suicide
as Francis has more than amply demonstrated and the Church
has become less a “field hospital” than a hospice. “Better
that the one true Church die than acknowledge our mistakes
and return to the business of saving souls as we
had done for the 2000 years preceding Vatican II.”
But even the model of a hospice is inadequate, for after
the last Catholic dies, the hospice itself altogether ceases
to be. This is nihilism — not Catholicism — and it has been
for some time.
was born. Peace, Poverty, Immigration, Inclusiveness, Equality,
Linguistic Neuterization in the Liturgy, Feminism, and “Ministries”
without meaning or number became the New Evangel.
Not a chance. That outdated mandate belonged to the 2000
years prior to the Second Vatican Council — and is something
of an embarrassment to contemporary Catholic priests, theologians,
scholars, and … yes … laymen. Ask yourself: when was the
last time you so much as even heard that phrase at Church?
Modernism — that “synthesis of all
heresies” — replaced every
vestige of the theological concept of Tradition
that is inseparable from the
of the Church especially as it is articulated through
infallible Church Teaching and Dogma.
The Kingdom of God became the Polity of Man. Language was purged
of “salvation”, “soul”, “Hell”, “Penance”, “repentance”,
“Mary”, woman, virgin, man, he, she, her, hers, his, gender,
evil, the devil, conversion, sin, suffering,
chastity, mortification — anything that stifled the
desires of men and the ambitions of women. Heaven now has
Open Borders — and they are coterminous with earth.
or a Counterfeit?
We built a simulacrum, a meretricious and largely plastic replica of the Kingdom
of Heaven and placed in on earth — complete with electric
votive candles. And yet, for all its semblance we
secretly fear it is counterfeit. It is little wonder
that we fear dying and leaving our Kingdom
… for, perhaps, another and fabled Kingdom of which we heard
long ago where Someone else ruled and in which the totality
of man did not abide, given his sin, selfishness, cruelty,
malice and indifference to God — a place of ceaseless Light
and no fire divided from a chasm of ceaseless fire with
But we know that Vatican II — or at least it’s true “spirit” abolished
all that 50 years ago. “Everyone and everything goes
to “Heaven” — despite the explicit teaching
of Christ to the contrary (Saint Matthew 7.13-14).
appalling vision offend you? Have I injured your “sensibilities”?
is like that — much like the “Reality TV Shows” that you
probably watch. Not every episode has a good ending. Many
do not even have a good beginning — much like Vatican II
— and even more apropos of the spectacle that is Francis
as its culmination.
Niccolo Machiavelli —
Boston Catholic Journal
April 19, 2018
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