Mercy, Divine Mercy, what to write about? In my judgment, I have not spent enough time complaining lately:

EWTN has just made a big mistake. Just about a minute ago, Deacon Joseph Pasquella, the guest on The Journey Home admitted that the practice of the priest facing the east during Mass dated not only to the early Church, but to Judaic times, tying in with prophecies and symbolism relating to the rising sun. After 40+ years, they've lost the spring and swing of charades.

It is Pride Week at Northampton High School. Luckily, I've dodged attendance of any indoctrination thusfar. But really, they should be proud! In the highest irony, they've singled out the National Day of Prayer to eliminate the right to Christian speech. The day of reckoning- when we approve or reject a repeat of the Committee of Public Safety ending liberty in the name of preserving it, and sending us another step toward a real-life Children of Men/1984 Stalinist state- is May 3. Oh well...

...let it be known, if the bill passes, that I, ~ ~ ~, warned you.

Pray.

Sunday, bloody Sunday!
How long must we sing this song?






Having cranked up the U2, with Simon & Garfunkel on the lineup, on my third soda, a Moxie of all devices, and having nearly finished the celebrated old White Guelph's Purgatorio, I am enjoying my post Big Lots R&R. Yet it seems that Rome has been twice conquered since I last blogged. I've gotten a picture in the Daily Hampshire Gazette for reading an altered "Sonnet XXIV" at the high school's 9th annual Poetry Slam, and school it just about up.
Which inspired me to write my first poem in a week. Having been challenged to write in freeverse by a friend, I have complied (after this, no more!). Some writers have held that extreme, miraculous, Virgin's handmaid's diadem beauty is not compatible with the English lexicon. However, I have below, I believe, well described the most beautiful woman in the entire world. She is in my senior class, and when the hour of mild September is reborn, she will be in the land Fr. Junipero Serra once graced with pained footsteps, and I will never see her again. As I cannot in justice give her a poem, I will never speak the name of she who owns these words,

The Little Damsel

The little damsel prevailed in my heart
Who, on tiptoes, may just blemish my cheek.
She, so adorable, is as
A half sexual orgy of flowers,
Whose leaves and thorns are one flesh undiscerned,
All one pure, virgin, empty monstrance arc
Whose gold could not be wrought by Midas' hand,

God, let this be my prayer today:

Creator of all loves, let Thy Faith live
Within the round, closed eyes which remain pure.

Eternal God, it is sad; if she were Roman Catholic, she would I KNOW be as great a saint as St. Therese, the Little Flower, bearing her turgid cross in her hand, a many-thorned rose, and in her constant and saline tears. If she knew the glories of Mary, she would be our Queen's shadow by purity's prerogative!!

Now then! I have not posted a poem in a long time, without even noticing. This, I intended to be a longer work, but my inspiration (righteous anger) ran out too quickly. Without further ado, in freeverse,


















The Confidence of Ratio

Dear friend, I am the knife of Wisdom
Time wears me not, She is my love
And as an April tangerine
Or adolescent virgin's breast
Do I swell in her tutelage
For buxom Time will hear all cries
And be tumbled o'er. I am deaf.

Dearest, know you the taste of wine?
Her vaprous joy, and lustless love?
I, Ratio, do not. Never
Of her chalice has my lip sought,
She is as Time, and will ferment
Once met, thus knoweth twice or more,
And lie. I know all acts but once.

Dearest, I cried joy at Valencia,
Lamented so at Breitenfield.
A great sin is a coward peace.

Well, I can't quite claim the style is original, but I think it makes sense. I promise a more upbeat, hip, and less serious poem next time. The large image is by Cosimo Tura (c.1430-1495), and is aptly named "An Allegorical Figure"- exactly what I was looking for. Now, I could also have provided some visual aids regarding line 4, but then this blog wouldn't be so Catholic, would it?

I am glad a new week has begun. Last week was certainly miserable for us Traditionalists. In the worst theological mistake of this millenium, Pope Benedict XVI declared his doubt of the existence of Limbo.

This is precisely what Father Leonard Feeney, SJ, was worried about. Weaken belief in the undeniable dogmas of Faith, especially the stain of Original Sin and the necessity of Baptism, and the entire matrix of theology can be unsewn. Due to the Holy Father's earlier hesitation on the matter, I was shocked when I heard of his proclaimation. Acknowledging that the unborn cannot go to Heaven, I believe, is much more important to a true understanding of Roman Catholicism than even restoring the Traditional Roman Rite of Mass (the faithful are still allowed to receive the Eucharist on the tongue). Any theologian not rendered insane by his emotions will realize a human being who remains unbaptized can not be saved (Mark 16:16). Denying this will (in logical Catholics, so excluding 75% of the flock) destroy the pro-life movement, and then who shall stop this genocide [maybe the Protestants; after all their schismatic views are based on illogical theology].Pat Robertson, you're our only hope.

Until B16 comes to his senses. oh, pray for that!

This week, still hasn't been too nice to us papists either. In the French election, the two far-right parties, the Front National and the Mouvement pour la France, received only 14% of the vote. To say nothing of the Alliance Royale's showing. at least the center-right Nicholas Sarkozy, nominally a Catholic, looks in good shape to beat the Socialists in the May runoff.

Stlll far right, still extremely proud. Signing off at 11:49PM ET. Adieu 'til later!

I'd rather vote for this guy than Rudolph Giuliani (no really, I'm not kidding!!! Go WVP!!)

I am a Catholic. And I also happen to be a capitalist. However, my Faith always comes first. And my voting tends to reflect that relationship.

Today, I received my proxy ballot for my 104 shares of the Ford Motor Company (NYSE: F). Truly sickened by the de facto atheism of Wall Street, my votes were against Company recommendations three-fourths of the time. With the utmost joy, I voted for Prosposal 8, which would remove sexual orientation from Ford's equal employment policies. On more of a laissez faire environmentalist note, I also backed Proposal 4 (endorsed by several convents), which would have the Company issue a report on its efforts to cut emissions. As any company which tries to hold back such proposals is obviously in corrupt, greedy secularist hands, I also voted to replace Bill Ford Jr. and ALL his compadres at the Board of Directors, and supported proposals which would weaken the Board's power.

Sadly, my 104 votes will be insignificant in a company with 1,824,372,642 common shares and 70,852,076 Class B shares (which are owned mostly by Ford family big wigs- Bill and Edsel Ford alone have 10%- and EACH HAS AN EQUIVALENT WEIGHT OF OVER 17 COMMON SHARE VOTES!). At times like this, I daydream about how cool it would be to be Tom Monaghan. I'd just buy $500,000,000 or so of Ford, which would allow for roughly 60,000,000 shares. Then, my conscience would weigh in just as heavily as Bill Ford himself!

Still, I consider my right to daydream carefully. I must also try to succeed in real life. Who knows? Maybe I can put my politically-consumed mind to use after I study Political Science in college, and nab a well-paying job as a lawyer, or work for a right-wing think tank. At any rate, there will certainly one day come a great Catholic capitalist, who will use his monetary might to make the entire US economy a dutiful slave of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, and will wield his influence well, transforming America into a strong republic that will serve Holy Mother Church as the Spanish Monarchy once did.

This has been a fulfilling day. I was able to attend Daily Mass, and afterwards go to Blue Army Hour with the Rosary. Attendance was six, near an all time high. We got to make prayer requests, and of interest in mine were petitions for the freeing of the Tridentine Mass, and for the French, who have an election coming this Sunday. The men we should all be praying for are Jean-Marie Le Pen of the National Front (he's very Catholic, far right and extremely proud, and the ADL hates him). A perennial candidate, he has been gathering electoral strength for decades, growing more powerful each year (as the French get smarter). Also on God's side is Philippe de Villiers of the Movement for France, a smaller, similar, euroskeptic party. Their main foe is Segolene Royal of the Socialist Party. However, it looks like the winner will be the moderate Nicholas Sarkozy of the center-right Union for a Popular Movement. Oh well...

Later in the day, after waiting five hours for all to awake, so I could use my 1962 Royal Safari manual typewriter, I wrote a letter to my second cousin Juianna, who's quite young. I will send her a 1989 American Eagle silver dollar as a gift, along with the below poem,

Julianna,


Thy somewhat small smile is fine
To degrees that we call sublime.
So cousin, I write
Of thy sweet delight
In photographs just as in rhyme.

I hope she enjoys it. Of course, I also encouraged her to be a good Christian, and NOT to send me a meaningless, cluttery Hallmark card. It would be more loving to send someone a credit card offer!

Finally, in perhaps the week's boldest move yet, I sent away for a patch from the Christain Falangist Party of America. Being a Republican, it was somewhat of a protest against the rise of sickeningly moderate Rudy Giuliani as the G.O.P.'s 2008 frontrunner. Note that the CFPA is not a Nazi or fascist organization; it is actually overly Zionist in my opinion! That cross, the cross of Jerusalem, was used in Austria under Dolfuss, one of the CFPA's heroes. I really hope they fair well, as the Republican Party is now in a crisis of identity, which I am fighting each and every day with the Log Cabin and Rockefeller Republicans- and don't even start with me on those libertarian heathens!
I would write more, but my brother is nagging me to share the computer.

It's only Monday, and I'm RIDICULOUSLY, RIDICULOUSLY BORED! Wow- I think I'll actually email someone from the high school just for fun.
Of course, today has been a horrible day for our Nation. Prayers are needed, and said.



That's what comes up first when one Google image searches "blingin"; he's almost as ghetto as me.

This is a happy anniversary indeed! Last April 15 was Easter Vigil, the day I was baptized, confirmed (as Jude Marie), and received First Communion, the last two along with my mother. I had previously received a kitchen-sink baptism from my Grandma Schulz (see below, April 9), but I regard that as having been somehow invalid, on the conjectural grounds of the most miraculous way I felt immediately after receiving that sacrament.
My ability to remember my own Baptism gives me an edge over most Christians in describing its effects. Because of this, and also giving credit to the bizarre snowstorm which hit Hampshire county around midday, I was inspired to write the following poem while cashiering at Big Lots:

Sonnet XLIV Baptism

I exist from the icy Baptism
Of 15th April; that blue, thistled eye
Her creaking, hibernating, uncut sigh-
A new-met charity-shaded chrism
Whose treetop parapets do souls refine.
The infantile nausea of the crypt
I can recall. A cavalier laden slipped
To five moments of paranoid compline.
Those splitsecond times of pure chivalry
Were more besieged by Satan's puny sprite
As Thy knight battled by the lasting Light
Of the gold-faced tent, with a Rosary
Crystal-circled silver knife whose too lithe
Ringing voice will still a fallen angelscythe.

The nauseous feeling from the tap water in the font seemed to coincide with my brief, pure nausea for nowhere-present sin. My first thought after the third dunk really was of medieval romanticism- specifically I envisioned the castle from The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and the calm, "what do I do now?" feeling the background music encourages. You may be unaware of what I'm talking about, but it does prove that not all video games are bad.

Not everything about today was good. of course today is Tax Day, and I've yet to do the state taxes (with the help of the NTU, giving Uncle Sam his tithe will hopefully be as simple as paying sales tax or filling out a postcard someday). However, it's probably Deval Patrick and friends that owe me the cash, so I'll likely be fine. And anyhow, it's Spring Break, so no school tomorrow!

I feel optimistic about the future, more so than I have for a while. While one can become sad at the spectacle of Richard Dawkins, Michel Onfray and the like preaching and repreaching the evils of Christianinty to their ignorant, infidelic base (I for one call to mind the Resurrection, Our Lady of Fatima, the footprints of humans found in the same layer as dinosaur tracks, and the infallibility of the Bible, in roughly that order, to correct irrationality in the face of their gibberish), the reason for their bursting veins is encouraging. Despite the teaching of evolution in schools, unchallenged, for 40 years, its categorical backing in Hollywood, the press, the "mainstream" schismatic churches, and of course liberal Roman Catholic clerics, many more Americans believe in creationism than a decade ago. This is likely because the findings of actual science are so much more easily accessed online than they once were (there is a creationist link on my sidebar), and through the middlemen at the Intelligent Design movement. Lies, like cubic zirconia, are not forever.
Meanwhile, although the Northampton area is an exception, many more teens are conservatives than in several decades. This is likely because- I confess- there is no draft to scare my peers into hating their country rather than going to Iraq. The hippie, much to the lament of my semi-Marxist teachers, is dead.
Progress toward a good future in this Christian nation will be slow, I know, but I believe the greatest terrors are in the past.
The presidency of George W. Bush, although imperfect, has been conservative. In general, the net effect toward liberals has been containment (for lack of political capital); the spread of homosexual marriage has been prevented, universal healthcare has been averted, Mount Soledad has been saved, and embryonic stem cell research remains restricted. The Supreme Court has even shifted to the right (and is now mostly Catholic!!), taxes have been cut, partial birth abortion is nearly banned, and...okay, we've some work to do. Still, it can't really get worse. The worst candidate I can see winning in 2008 is Rudolph Giuliani, not a good man, but lame enough not to show his true GLBT colors in the campaign. He maintains his liberal positions, but he has promised to not pursue them it actively if elected- and he would be stopped by the real Republicans his candidacy would carry into Washinton. Plus, the way things are looking, we might even get Fred Thompson, or if we're really lucky, Sam Brownback (see sidebar).

In ecclesiastical matters, the motu propio will probably be released some time. I am getting a bit tired, so I will quit for the night with the Pontiff on the mind. For once, You Holiness, the word from Rome can shake the world.

Oh, also, Saint Benedict Center, the apostolate of the traditionalist order the Slaves of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, of Richmond, NH, holds a conference on restoring the Faith's core dogmas to general belief, converting America to the One True Church, et cetera, each August. They requested that all their allies on the Internet publicize the conference, and because they nicely listed bloggers as their allies, I am more than glad to assist in this holy task.

Ohh, how solitary! Of late, a good friend challenged me to write a poem on hot air balloons. Being me, I tied it into world history- and made likely my most harsh and merciless work yet. As a prenote, it may offend one's sensibilities. It is from the perspective of a Prussian.





Sonnet XLIII: Des Emigrees (1871)

The pollen of heretic coffeeshops
Now expands above the circled city
And proud Tuileries requests my pity,
As our bounty of salvos rapes her, drops
Her new soul to the primeval Argonne.
Cry if you will, Parisians, first daughters
To the novus ordo, whose clean waters
Of Baptism were victim to the dawn
Which turned the virgin cisterns of the earth
Into the draining streams of the Vendee.
So do I eye the rainbow sky display,
Whose "science" pregnant souls must never birth
Again their blade-thickened society.
That is the strong soldier's propriety.

Cruel, you will say? A bit ovrsimplified, do you accuse? Well, I am a romanticist. For the historically ignorant, or poetically nonexperts, the subject was the 1870-1871 Siege of Paris, done by Prussia in the Franco-Prussian War. During the enclosure of the City of Lights, hot air balloons were used to transport mail and refugees. I have always viewed the Prussians as the protagonists, because of the German Empire's later alliance with Austria-Hungary, and the lackluster rule of the French Emperor Napoleon III (minus his military assistance to Rome, of course). It is fair to say that my inspiration for these verses was un-Catholic due to theirs approval of the January 1871 bombardment, but one can hardly deny that France had morphed from the Eldest Daughter of the Church to the "first daughter/ Of the novus ordo [seclorum]". And that's all.

Besides receiving a challenge to write a poem about a circus in A/V, little of interest happened in school today. However, a good friend and a neoconservative from the Northampton High School Republican Club spoke of his being behind on the news. He usually watches C-SPAN, and because the Club meets tomorrow, I decided to get ahead on the debates of the 110th Congress. To my pleasure, the first image on the screen was of Senator Sam Brownback (R-KS) speaking against S. 5, which would fund the murder of embryos for scientific research, Mengele style. As Brownback pointed out, and all real Republicans should know, escr has thusfar cured no ailment, while there are dozens of examples of adult stem cell research doing just that, even though both initiatives have been funded with millions of taxpayer dollars.
Democratic Senator Debbie Stabenow followed up, lamely arguing via citations of several individuals who have been promised cures of their ailments through escr [and thus lied to]. Whereas Brownback's requisite pathos examples had actually received successful treatments via adult stem cells, those Stabenow cited placed a blind hope in research they [and Time magazine-digesting public] were lied to about. The Michigan senator repaeted the overused quip about using embryos which are merely set to be thrown away at in vitro fertilization clinics. The foolish Stabenow must realize that the problem is the clinics themselves- in vitro fertilization is not God's intended manner of conception, and it is only right that all the clinics be shut down. The remaining supply of tiny human beings, anyhow, would not even conceivably have been enough to fulfill the left's lust for such ridiculous, Nazi-like experiments.
I do not intend to insult those born by that above sinful method; they are normal members of mankind, and cannot be blamed for their parents' decisions. I have two dear friends born of this method, and at times have gotten to debate the whole thing with them.
This is another reason good Roman Catholics should support Sam's bid for the American presdency. He simply is not afraid to stand up for those men of God who have few temporal comrades (ironically, General Peter Pace is a good example). Almost as importantly, he is neither a hawk nor a porker.
America needs to be converted, so how about a zealous convert for president?


[All right, he's not perfect, and his campaign will surely leave out some of the messages the West must hear and fight for if it is to survive, so I'm providing this one for him]

Christ is Risen...
I speak a day late, but it's always a good thing to know.
Easter passed most auspiciously for my family. Here we are:


As follows left to right: Douglas (father), Jennifer (mother), Betty (great-grandmother), me (crusader88), Ollie (brother), and Joan (grandmother).





All except my father and brother made it to St. Mary of the Assumption for Holy Mass on Easter morming, although my grand and great grandmother are Lutheran and Presbyterian respectively. St. Mary's looked immaculate: divers flora gently accented the already beautiful marble altar, windowsills, and our statue of the Blessed Mother, while well-dressed faithful filled the varnished pews; minus the placement of the tabernacle, it was like any pre-Vatican II Sunday Mass. Although Father Hamilton's homily, a fine solution of telling the C & E only Catholics to come back, and complaining of the Church allegedly trying to keep people out of her Fold (?), it was inspiring, and was a genuine call to evangelism. Father, also somewhat limited in actions by a bad surgery some time ago, was able to serve Holy Communion by his own hand again! How happy this made me.
And what Papists slipped out of the woodworks for that most wonderful of feasts! Besides the flurry of unfamiliar faces, one classmate of mine, whose heft, beard, and uncouth mouth set him aside whenever he gets on the bus, came dressed much better than I.
We later had brunch at Spoleto restaurant, in downtown Northampton, where my father works. The Eggs Benedict was most enjoyable, but I was shuttled off to Big Lots for work before the meal was done. There were as always enjoyable customers, including my former Transitions in Scientific Thought teacher, and a man who, upon hearing that I'm going to Assumption College, said I would one day "go to Washington."
I hope so!
The day ended with watching a Fox News special on the ministry and Resurrection of Christ. Although it maintained the overcritical, removed view of religious beliefs on the subject, it was definitely better than anything the clueless correspondents at CNN. The investigative reporter was actually a Protestant, and the show took a strong opinion in favor of the Shroud of Turin's authenticity for one.
The main problem was the opinion of the host and interviewer, that to believers, the evidence covered in the show did not matter, and only faith counted. Why, Faith is necessary for salvation, but it is Truth Absolute and demonstrable which separates this Faith from Islam and Buddhism. If all were told to believe without any knowledge of how the miracles and mysteries of our faith are true, we could never honestly convert anyone, as there could be no logical grounds for them to shift their beliefs. I'm not saying the Catholic Faith's mysteries can be totally understood, or would need to be- but they can be logically perceived and factually verified, and should be!
Ahh, I feel so scholastic right about now! But we will be eating soon, so my expounding is cut short before I can be any more prideful. Laus Deo!

This Lent, my mind has rightly been plunged into a poetic aqueduct, if mostly by the inspiration of pretty girls, and wearing out the old modes of imagery. However, this Wednesday and Thursday I did my best to improve myself in the below sonnet. One motive was its subject: a Catholic girl (hint: her name is in the title). I wanted to reflect solely on her piety, to idealize and perfect reality to serve God and the art of poetry. After some enjoyable toils, I composed


Gratia in Gratia Dei (Sonnet XLI)

The constancy of this white circumference
Where I live, a photographed daisybloom
Borne in ten fingertips, shall yet entomb
My fluidrose emotions' inference
That I am loved, one less from worthy souls.
Like the cup of creamed coffee which I sip
A warming Providence oft calms my lip.
I press my heart each time the mintue tolls
On the maple forest's Gothic watchface,
Very indifferent to my flustering,
Magnified hatred of our blustering
Isolationism, our vague disgrace.
This stable cubic collage sees such ill,
So pray for each blind facet's shift, I will.



I was going for a mixture of the rigid beauty of art studios, rustic windowpanes, silent shadows, and flowery, barely-bridled emotions in my bizarre imagery; my thoughts were of a very young Confederate widow staring on out, with other appropriate emotions attached. If that doesn't make sense, well, thus is the mind of the passionate, depression-stricken male Catholic Traditionalist poet! In any case, it seems like something written by a mixture of Dante Alighieri, Emily Dickinson, and Pablo Neruda, so just try to rationalize it!

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There is some good news. My mother got her monthly issue of Bostonia (Boston University's alumni magazine), and there is an excellent article, "Pray Tell: What Americans Don't Know About Religion And Why They Need To Learn It", by Taylor McNeil. Although written from the perspective of the humanist intelligensia, the author and his subject, Stephen Prothero (writer of Religious Literacy: What Every American Needs to Know- and Doesn't) are no fools: they actually have heard of the Douay-Rheims Bible.
Prothero, a professor, reports that he gives his students a religious literacy quiz- with scores ranging from 0-56/100 in an average sample. Advocating public school education on the Bible and on world religion, he explains what all of us Traditionalists- but many other don't- already know:

"They [his students] don't learn anything in church- that's a huge part of it...They probably go to church as much as the general population, but they're not learning anything there." Young Catholics go to Confraternity of Christian Doctrine (CCD) classes, where they "learn they should be nice to their fellow man and might learn to list the seven sacraments,"...but they don't know Bible stories." Protestants used to be well versed in the Bible," says Pothero..."Nowadays it's about having a relationship with Jesus- it doesn't matter what he said."

This, I blame on Vativcan II, which attempted to substitute ecumenical, feel-good, made in Tibet for wimps vagueries for REAL, HARDCORE, INDESTRUCTIBLE THOMISTIC THEOLOGY crafted by God Almighty, which has carried this Ark of Faith through every gale and tsunami Lucifer and Luther can fire off. Ladies and gentleman, therein lies our problem.

Today in AP Euro, we discussed the firebombing of Dresden, Germany, in 1945, which killed tens of thousands in an immense inferno. Although my admittedly mercurial mind at first tended toward thinking it legitimate, my knowledge of Just War Theory kicked in, and I spoke out against it.
It is odd that so few know about that atrocity. Whereas the agument can be made that the nuclear attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki were against an armed, suicide-ready populace, would shorten the war considerably, and would therefore justified, Dresden was quite different. By mid-February, when the city was incinerated, the Nazi government had not even militarized (prepared for urban warfare) most of its citizens- our attack was against a fully civilian target.
Many fellow right-wingers would find the assault morally tolerable. However, as I pointed out in class [there are a great many Machiavellian leftists, too- think Trotsky and Sanger] this by any means necessary attitude is in itself malevolent and evil. Even Hitler et alia would have been a mere nuisance if they had pursued their evil ideas without harming defenseless civilians (like all the neo-Nazi morons who parade around our cities- raising righteous anger but hurting few). In the Second World War, America and Great Britain were naturally on the right side. In attacking military targets, civilians would of course have died- but the evil of war was greatly increased, nay hellfires were brought to bear, by our attacks upon civilians at Dresden, Nagasaki, and elsewhere. The resources used for those assaults could have been used on military targets, more tanks, and other operations which would have allowed us to reach more of Europe before the commies!
This all, I think, is the fruit of irreligion and materialism.

I am optimistic that America will win the Iraq War, and then be free of outright warfare for the time being. We must defeat villany in our own Nation as the first priority. I know this can be done. Of course, the War on Terror will rage on, yet I believe it could be won with more support of covert and local antiterrorist actions, just like Reagan's successful Latin America policy.
I think I have spoken too much already...on to the other blogs!

On Liberals

At this nighthour Jerusalem I
Lacking virtue weep after every call
Of fresh confederates against Thy wall
Under guise of newborn Truth. Then, a lie
Is swaddled up always. They still now search
For the sweet, easy waters of Thy fount
With no requisite passage up the mount
Where Jesus lost His Blood, and saw His Church.

Feeling that I had done little of worth this Lent, I wrote this octet at work yesterday. It is on theological liberals, infamous for their belief that a man can be saved without taking up the cross and being a soldier of Christ, as Holy Scripture ordains. Of course, the Roman Pontiff has thrice in history proclaimed the dogma of extra Ecclesiam nulla salus with ex cathedra authority [Fourth Lateran Council, Unam Sanctam, Cantate Domino]. To the peril of their souls and the heahens' souls, they choose to substitute mushy liberation theology and inclusiveness for the Truth.






For those concerned about political liberals, this letter reveals a disturbing plot of theirs in our fair dependency of Puerto Rico. Our Lady, pray for that district of your Empire!