Breakfast of champions, right here. A glorious pick-me-up, and for those who might have had gin after the Vigil, a bit of the hair of the dog. (I did not – I had bubbly 🍾🥂)

And yes, we heard ALL. TWELVE. PROPHECIES. last night. It was… glorious.

Happy Easter! Christ is truly risen!!!!!!

The Cimabue:

Juice of a red grapefruit or blood orange, freshly squeezed

Stout Splash of Cointreau or Grand Marnier

Top with any bubbly white or rosé: Prosecco, Franciacorta (Italian Champagne) or Champagne

And here’s the non-negotiable kicker:

Finish with SALT, preferably freshly ground.

The salt gives it not only incredible flavor, but needful electrolytes.

Remember, this is called the “Cimabue” (CHEE-ma-BOO-ay).

I have served it in Champagne coupes, martini glasses and large flutes. Even a large format red glass with a stem would work well. And don’t forget the SALT!!!

Antipope Bergoglio declared Thursday at the Chrism Mass he polluted with his presence that “nostalgia for times past” is a “sin against the Holy Spirit.”

And since the Antipope and very possibly False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist is the poster child for error, inversion and lies, let us engage in some nostalgia. I give you the skyline of Manhattan, Easter, ARSH 1958. The three crosses of Calvary.

If New York survives, hopefully we can live to see the day when things like this are done again.

He was scourged until skinned, severely enough to kill any other man, then marched several kilometers carrying a huge piece of wood, then crucified while already in shock, and then hung asphyxiating for three hours, in your place, out of completely gratuitous love for you, personally.

How about, just for today, not eating? Out of penance, and respect for Our dying Lord and Savior. Just drink water. Zero food. I promise you won’t die. Jesus died. But you won’t, because not eating for 24 hours isn’t exactly being scourged and crucified.

The traditional fasting discipline for Good Friday (and Ash Wednesday) is a total Fast from food, that is for able-bodied adults to eat absolutely nothing. Nothing.

Here is a picture of the Palm Sunday Procession of the St. Charles Borromeo Parish in Philadelphia in ARSH 1958.

Every layman in this picture is black. St. Charles Borromeo was, at that time, in a black neighborhood. For those who know Philly, it’s at 20th and Christian on the South Side.

THIS is what black inner-city Philly was like in ARSH 1958.

The world today is so fallen, so impoverished, that if any one of us were to be transported there, for just a few hours, we would think that we had experienced a foretaste of heaven. There is nowhere left on this planet today that has 1% of the class and Christian civility that you see in this picture of inner-city Philadelphia, sixty-five years and five days ago. Look at how the people are dressed, and how the lad servers are comported. Consider how within seven years, LBJ’s Great Society was at full war against American blacks, in twelve years, it was all gone, and within fifty years… well. Some things are so foul and reprehensible that they can hardly be discussed, and the Rap/HipHop anti-culture is near the top of that list.

Never before in postdiluvian human history has so much been lost so fast.

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My earthly estate is translocated, and the move went swimmingly. The “check engine” light came on in the truck about halfway along the way, but no issues were detected and the rig got us up into the high country with no problem. Thanks to one and all for your patience and extreme munificence. Truly. Paying movers these days ain’t cheap, but man, the guys I used were the absolute salt of the earth, and worth every cent. Prompt, quick, friendly, and they even crossed themselves when I prayed the Traveler’s Prayer as we departed:

St. Gabriel with Mary, St. Raphael with Tobias, St. Michael with all the heavenly host, be our safeguard and protection on this journey.

May the Lord bless us, protect us from all evil and bring us to everlasting life. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Here’s a little musical interlude as we prepare for Palm Sunday and Holy Week. Someone should re-lyric this song apropos to St. Paul and his travels.