The man who jumps on top of the unconscious bull rider, shields him with his own body, and takes a direct hit from the raging bull is the rider’s FATHER.
The Father didn’t hide behind the fence and impotently and effeminately mewl that there was nothing he or anyone could do, and that everyone should just calm down and passively wait for the bull to go away.
He called upon the Name of the Lord as he instantly acted, possibly and knowingly risking severe injury up to laying down his own life in order to protect his son.
The phrase “God rest ye merry, gentlemen” is totally misunderstood by modern ears, due to the shift in the meaning of the word “rest”, which any student of a modern Romance language will know means “keep” or “remain”. (‘Rester’ in French, ‘restare’ in Italian, ‘restāre’ in Latin). So in this case, “rest” in English means to “keep”, “cause to remain”, or simply, “make” in the modern parlance. It does NOT mean ‘take a nap’ in this context.
“Merry” is also misheard by the modern ear as “happy”. No, no. Merry in early modern English means “mighty” or “great”. Armies were described as “merry”. As were Robin Hood’s men (saving discussion of the Robin Hood motif and its wicked socialist message for another time.)
And finally, the little comma. Punctuation saves lives, folks. I’ve said it for years. (“Let’s eat Grandma!” vs. “Let’s eat, Grandma!”)
The modern ear, having misunderstood the meaning of the verb “rest” misplaces the comma thusly:
God rest ye, merry Gentlemen.
God let you take a nap, happy men. Um… NO.
The proper placement of the comma is AFTER “merry”:
God rest ye merry, Gentlemen.
God make you great and mighty, Men!
With this in mind, let us enjoy anew this lovely Christmas Carol. Sing along!
And, again, a blessed and very MIGHTY Christ’s Mass to you all!
Patches currently being worn by the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) shows “Greater Israel” (sic) as a landmass which includes areas of Egypt – with full control of the $u€z Cana£ – all of Jordan, all of Lebanon, most of Syria, the western half of Iraq, the northern third of Saudi Arabia, all of Kuwait, and a small piece of Turkish territory.
(Scale up in proportion. Make WAY more than you THINK you’ll need.)
2 bottles dry white wine
2 VERY healthy sloshes Cointreau or Grand Marnier – Orange Liqueur
Dark brown sugar (start with 1/3 cup)
Honey (to taste)
Star Anise
Cinnamon
Whole Cloves
Nutmeg
Ginger
Warm it up. Ladle it into heat-proof vessels. I am personally using copper mugs (usually deployed in the summer for Mule drinks of all kinds – Moscow, London and Messico.)
And here’s a joyful musical interlude: “Christmas Is Coming” off the Vince Guaraldi Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack. Enjoy!
This picture was taken twelve years ago today while I was on my pilgrimage to Rome. I’m looking at the side altar of St. Philip Neri, unaware at the time that he would soon become my personal patron, if he wasn’t already, unbeknownst to me.
It seems like just yesterday, and a lifetime ago. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me and for all of us who love Him in the next twelve years. I look forward to meeting all of the friends I haven’t met yet, and to many new adventures.
But most of all, I’m just grateful to the Most Holy Trinity (beautifully depicted in the high altarpiece) for the miracle that is my life, and for the Divine Providence bringing me into His One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church, outside of which there is no salvation.
St. Philip Neri, pray for us!
Holy Trinity, One God, have mercy on us!
“Hold on to your hat, Girl. Things are about to get VERY interesting….”
The DeepState/Freemasonic stooges and their pathetic, gormless mewlings in support of the Bergoglian Antipapacy, attempting to refute both Dr. Mazza’s mountain of work, and objective, observable reality, at this point remind me of a serpent being dispatched by a honey badger. It’s fun to watch.
Do you see how this works? If he needs conversion, he’s not Catholic. If he’s not Catholic, he can hardly be the visible head of the outfit he doesn’t belong to.
The thing about this here antipapacy is its utter obviousness. A true Pope cannot teach heresy in matters of faith and morals. Bergoglio has, multiple times. A true Pope is supernaturally protected from doing any such thing. The other thing about this antipapacy is that it is the first time an antipope has NOT been Catholic.
Bishop Strickland says that “Pope Francis” is “Leading souls into darkness…” well, yes and no. Yes he is leading souls into darkness, Excellency, but so are you by claiming Bergoglio is true Pope. Instead, you should be pointing out that a true Pope is incapable of leading souls into darkness. Good grief.
What is everyone so afraid of? “Pope Francis” has no more authority than that week-old potato salad in the back of your fridge. Toss that crap out.
Do we pray for Bergoglio’s conversion? Of course! We are Catholic, and we owe him that. He needs to convert to Catholicism, publicly confess his crimes, and renounce the seat he has illegally usurped and never validly occupied.
Memories from early childhood ballet performances. This piece was referred to as “The Snowflake Ballet”, but it is formally titled “Barcarolle” from Les Contes d’Hoffman by Offenbach.
First the instrumental orchestral version, then with voices – a duet of a soprano and a mezzo soprano.
