THERE are but few social questions which have not been ably and spiritedly treated of by the public writers of the age, who have devoted their talents to the study of what is called Political Economy; and it has often been a matter of surprise to us, that they should have overlooked a subject of such deep interest as this,--the results produced on society by the abolition of Lent, that is to say, of an institution, which, more than any other, keeps up in the public mind a keen sentiment of moral right and wrong, inasmuch as it imposes on a nation an annual expiation for sin. No shrewd penetration is needed to see the difference between two nations, one of which observes, each year, a forty days' penance in reparation of the violations committed against the Law of God, and another, whose very principles reject all such solemn reparation. And looking at the subject from another point of view,--is it not to be feared that the excessive use of animal food tends to weaken, rather than to strengthen, the constitution? We are convinced of it,--the time will come, when a greater proportion of vegetable, and less of animal, diet, will be considered as an essential means for maintaining the strength of the human frame. -- Dom Prosper Gueranger, The Liturgical Year, 1870

  THE MEDIAREPORT.COM reports on the criminal conviction on sex abuse charges last week of Australia's "Cardinal" George Pell: The entire "Catholic Church abuse story" has long ago ceased about being about "justice for victims" and "bishop accountability." The actions of law enforcement, the media, tort lawyers, and so-called "victims groups" are now nothing less than a full-on assault against the Church because of its teachings on sexual ethics. The issue of sex abuse committed decades ago is just a pretext for this attack, and the absurd criminal conviction of Cardinal George Pell on ludicrous abuse charges is simply the latest proof of this. See Pell's police interview above. Clerics truly guilty of the sexual abuse of minors deserve the death penalty. There is cause for grave doubt, however, of the charges leveled against Pell. [Note: While this website does not accept the legitimacy of cardinals who embrace Vatican II, it recognizes that sex abuse media stories and prosecutions in many cases amount to defamation of the true Catholic Church. The many charges against Pell and others, whether true or false, also amount to a chastisement against the modernist, phony religion which has supplanted the Catholic faith in churches across the land.]

  TODAY IS ASH Wednesday, the first day of the penitential season of Lent, the day when ashes are placed on the foreheads of the observant as an act of self-abasement and a recognition of mortality: "For dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return."--Genesis 3: 19  Or as Johnny Cash would say, "Sooner or later God'll cut you down." There is no mention of this custom of ashes in the New Testament, but it is found in the Old Testament, mentioned in Esther iv. 1, and Dan. ix. 3. The English abbot Ælfric of Eynsham describes the observation of Lent in the 10th century: On that Wednesday, throughout the world, as it is appointed, priests bless clean ashes in church, and then lay them on people's heads, so that they may remember that they came from earth and will return again to dust, just as Almighty God said to Adam, after he had sinned against God's command: 'In labour you shall live and in sweat you shall eat your bread upon the earth, until you return again to the same earth from which you came, for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.' This is not said about the souls of mankind, but about their bodies, which moulder to dust, and shall again on Judgement Day, through the power of our Lord, rise from the earth, all who ever lived, just as all trees quicken again in the…

THE Virginia governor’s wife leading students around the governor’s mansion made the mistake of asking a teenager to imagine the experience of a slave:

The tour guide handed raw, prickly cotton to some young black students who were part of a group visiting the oldest operating governor’s mansion in the country, one that was built with slave labor. She asked them to imagine what it would be like to be a slave picking the crop.

What made the request only more shocking, a mother of one of the children said, was who was asking it: Pam Northam, the wife of Ralph S. Northam, the embattled governor of Virginia, who is trying to repair his relationship with African-Americans after a scandal over a racist yearbook photo and an admission of wearing blackface.

But, taking all this seriously if you can (more and more the news reads like it was written by bright 14-year-olds and the normal adult has to strain to adopt the same mentality and immaturity just to understand what is going on), wouldn’t Mrs. Northam have been wrong to have handed the cotton to a white student?! (more…)

  IN THE ANCIENT and evil past, men were men (even when they wore frou-frous) and women were women. It's true! Horrible!

  "THE thing now with modernist art that has dominated for so long is that we have no more art. Most museums of modern art for me could be closed down without any interest. My test is always this: if you take a piece of so-called modern art and you put it next to the dumpsters and rubbish in the courtyard and it is taken away, it’s not art – because anyone with any sensitivity or any intelligence will recognize a work of art. It has something more about it than just rubbish. This is where I come to the parallel of music and architecture. Building a very large complex is symphonic work. If you build a large complex over twenty or thirty years – like building a town – you need some discipline which is going to ensure that there will be harmony of parts despite the contrarianism of the users who are going to inhabit it. You need some simple discipline, which can be understood and shared by a large number of people. That is what traditional architecture was about; and that is why we have these incredible treasures of traditional architecture still surviving, despite the will to deform or to destroy them or to wipe them out." --- Leon Krier, "The Fear of Backwardness"

  "[T]HE DIVINE must work within me in the same conditions as the human does now. Like the needle of a compass the soul must be set and magnetized so as to point constantly towards God, and finally to be fixed on Him. Then I shall have reached perfection, and I shall go to God as easily, as readily, I was about to say, as naturally, as I now go towards myself. Oh, when will this be? . . . In fine, there is almost an entire subversion to be made. My whole life has to be more or less revolutionized: my thoughts, feelings, and actions have to be turned upside down. It is the deep and radical modification of my hitherto too human manner of seeing, loving, and acting. I must form new notions about everything, new feelings about everything, and a new behaviour with regard to everything. The old man must be stripped off once for all and the new man must be put on. How deep are these simple words : seeing, loving, and seeking God in all things, and all things for God ! . . . Without knowing or reflecting on it, by the inclination of my nature, I have come to see, love, and seek everything for self. The place unduly assigned to my own satisfaction must now be given to the glory of God. What a work ! It is only when the latter…

  IN RECOGNITION of Black History Month, let's remember just how tragic the effects of revolutionary music, degenerate movies and pornography have been on American black communities since these musicians of the 1940s performed. Warning: There is immodesty from minutes 1:30 to 1:40. (Don't miss the harpist at the end!)  

SOME THOUGHTS from the Z blog:

Because I am not insane, I assumed the Jussie Smollett caper was a hoax as soon as it made the news. It ticked all the boxes of a hoax. The alleged victim was a black Jewish homosexual, who makes a living as a drama queen. The alleged incident happened in Chicago, where the last racist redneck was last seen in the 19th century. The incident happened in a part of town that caters to deviants like Smollett, not MAGA hat wearing Trump supporters. Again, only a nut would accept the story at face value.

Similarly, once the hoax was made plain, I knew the believers on the Left, by which I mean everyone on the Left, would go through the usual phases that they always pass through when confronting disconfirmation. (more…)

  IN a health food supermarket the other day, I noticed in front of me in the check-out line a woman with a huge assortment of of organic vegetables and fruits. There were turnips and sweet potatoes and apples and avocados, to mention a few, each one picked out separately. Everything was blameless. There was not a single transgression against healthy eating. The woman was very thin and spent more than $170. She looked to be in her late fifties, so it was unlikely she was feeding a whole family. And yet there was one jar of baby food -- mashed, organic carrots. Perhaps that was for some vegetarian elixir, a magical potion that when mixed with other virtuously-produced vegetables and fruits could extend life indefinitely. Two days later, I had breakfast in a diner --- one of those highway restaurants where each plate of food would be enough to feed four people in bygone years. The chicken and waffles came with a mountain of sizzling, fried drumsticks. Most of the items on the menu would supply half the recommended daily calories for a grown adult. One adorable boy sat before his huge platter of eggs and potatoes. He was about eight and he looked happy, very happy. He was also seriously over-weight. A couple who had eaten got up to leave as we were waiting for our food. They were wearing tent-like T-shirts and sweatpants. What else could they wear?…

PERSONS who keep themselves low in their own estimation and love to be considered of little account and despised by others please God in the highest degree; and, therefore, He willingly lowers Himself to them, pours upon them the treasures of His graces, reveals to them His secrets, invites and draws them sweetly to Himself. Thus, the more one lowers and abuses himself before men, the more he rises and becomes great in the sight of God, and the more clearly he will, one day, behold the Divine Essence. --- Thomas à Kempis

THE interesting Victorian advice book, Home Whispers to Husbands and Wives (The American Female Guardian Society, New York; 1859) by “Melva” contains some wise words on the important subject of the “fretful wife.” Victorian writing is flowery and effusive compared to modern style, but it often expresses passion and common sense. How many fretful women have given homemaking a bad image — and indirectly encouraged the feminist revolt? We will never know. Surely many. The only appropriate response to this essay for fretful women is — to fret about being fretful.

FRET, fret—scold, scold, from morning to night, in haste or leisure, when it rained or the sun shone; Mrs. More always found something to find fault about, something to dislike.

She began it when she was a child; her mother fretted and she learned the art. She practised her lessons well as she grew up. She carried the habit with her into the home of her married life, and scarcely kept it out of sight during the honey-moon. After she became a mother, she found occasion to fret every day and almost every hour of her life, till she came to be the most accomplished fretter that we knew.

She was handsome—at least she might have been, but fair and regular features will look ugly, when the scowl of peevishness mars them. She was smart, and efficient in the management of her domestic afi’airs. Her house was a model of order, and the Ways of her household were well looked after, but I have seen more comfort, where there was less system. She was intelligent and when the demon, that enthralled her, slumbered for a little, and her fine features were irradiated with the smile and glow of social cheerfulness, she would seem to be a most engaging woman. She was self-sacrificing. Her ease and preferences she would yield to the good of others, but the most precious offerings she laid on the altar of love, she would baptize with the unholy waters of fretfulness and complaint, till the valueof the benefaction was wholly lost, or greatly marred to the recipient. (more…)

    

JUDGING from the universal, ecstatic acclaim his death at the age of 85 has prompted in seemingly every organ of the major media, his highly cultivated image as a black-clad high priest, the hyper-extravaganzas he made of fashion shows, his Babylonian worship of his cat, his disordered sexuality, his political comments, his entourage of “Karl’s boys,” including a child — his “godson;” his closeness with the trashiest of celebrity idols, his disdain for “curvy” and “fat” women, his celebration of androgyny, his movies portraying repressive Europe giving birth to multiculturalism, material excess and orgies; his famous secrecy and his success in creating a global empire which throttled competitors, the fashion designer Karl Lagerfeld was an insider like few people are. He was certainly at the very apex of the sordid powers behind, and in front of, the scenes.

Did he make some beautiful and even feminine clothes in his lengthy career? Yes, he did.

Was he talented? Undeniably.

But Lagerfeld, who designed for Chanel and Fendi and made fashion lines for retailers such as Macy’s and H&M, also spread a true disdain for femininity and played a major part in creating the ugly, occult trampy-ness that is everywhere:

So enamored was he with the physique of the skinny, adolescent male, it is entirely plausible that many of Lagerfeld’s models in recent years weren’t women at all.  In any event, some of them certainly looked like men or boys in make up and dresses. The facial bone structure and body of Kristen McMenamy (strange name), to take one example, are highly masculine:

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  Only in Sleep Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten— What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child? Hear this poem by Sara Teasdale set to music in a choral composition by Latvian composer Ēriks Ešenvalds here:    

  HUMILITY, which Christ recommended to us both by word and example, ought to include three conditions. First, we are to consider ourselves, in all sincerity, worthy of the contempt of men; secondly, to be glad that others should see what is imperfect in us and what might cause them to despise us; thirdly, when the Lord works any good in us or by our means, to conceal it, if possible, at the sight of our baseness, and if this cannot be done, to ascribe it to the Divine Mercy, and to the merits of others. Whoever shall attain to this humility, happy is he! And to him who shall not attain it, griefs will never be wanting. -----    St. Vincent de Paul