As for my people, their oppressors have stripped them, and women have ruled over them….
As for my people, their oppressors have stripped them, and women have ruled over them.
Populum meum exactores sui spoliaverunt, et mulieres dominatae sunt eis.
Isaiah 3:12
New CDC Director Mandy Cohen recalls how she and her colleagues came up with COVID mandates during her time as NC Health Director.
“She was like, are you gonna let them have professional football? And I was like, no. And she’s like, OK neither are we.”pic.twitter.com/0pZl3dL01D
— Michael P Senger (@michaelpsenger) June 2, 2023
Wisdom: let us be attentive. Mother Wilhelmina Lancaster
I haven’t posted on this yet as I was initially waiting for more information, specifically if Mother had been embalmed (NO), and what sort of coffin she was interred in (basically a “cremation box” as it is called in the mortuary trade, the simplest possible coffin). Then more information came to light which I can’t discuss (sorry), that has led me to believe that I really need to be seeking Mother’s intercession – actively. I’d encourage one and all to do the same. The Communion of Saints is very, very real, folks, and it transcends time and space to form connections that none of us could ever imagine. The General Judgment, when ALL is revealed, is going to be astounding, to put it mildly.
Letter from Mother Wilhelmina Lancaster to Pope John Paul II, 19 Jan ARSH 1991:
Most Holy Father:
I see no need for an African rite.
I see no need for an American rite.
I see no need for an African-American rite.
I adhere to the Roman rite. Latin is the official language of the Roman rite. Gregorian chant is the official music of the Roman rite.
I am a subject of Christ’s kingdom, which is not of this world.
Our Lord Jesus Christ founded one Church for all men regardless of skin color, regardless of living conditions, regardless of mother tongue. Everyone must die to himself and put on Christ. “Forget your people and your father’s house,” the Psalm says.
Please, Holy Father, listen to the cry of UNA VOCE; Establish a Traditional Ordinariate Consecrated to the Immaculate Heart of Mary!—p. 100 God’s Will; Benedictines of Mary.
Men are sometimes hanged for telling the truth…
Happy feast of St. Joan of Arc, the only person of either sex to be the supreme commander of the military forces of a nation at the age of seventeen. How lovely that her feast falls on Pentecost Tuesday this year.
Today, this quote seems especially fitting:
“Men are sometimes hanged for telling the truth.”
Indeed.
St. Joan, pray for us.
Respite: Pentecostal rose petals from the oculus of the Pantheon
From Crux Stationalis, of course. Press play. Repeatedly.
Musical Interlude: Goodbye (She Quietly Says)
There is no great big ending,
No sunset in the sky.
There is no string ensemble,
And she doesn’t even cry.
And just as I begin to say
That we should make another try,
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye.
There is no big explosion,
No tempest in the tea.
The world does not stop turning round,
There’s no big tragedy.
Sitting in a coffee shop
With cheesecake and some apple pie,
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye.
Good-bye
Said so easily.
Good-bye
Said so quietly.
Good-bye good-bye good-bye.
MEMES of Fire
Antipope Bergoglio sick with a fever. Pray that he repent and revert to Catholicism.
https://www.ncregister.com/cna/pope-francis-has-a-fever-vatican-spokesman-confirms
Even a wretched monster like Antipope Bergoglio can repent and be saved in the infinitude of Christ’s mercy… IF Bergoglio avails himself of it. One good confession and a public statement is all it would take. So simple. Our Lord provides an EASY path to His mercy in even the most horrific situations. The only obstacle is ourselves. The only thing keeping Jorge Bergoglio from the State of Grace is Jorge Bergoglio.
The same goes for anyone.
Pray not that Antipope Bergoglio die, but that he repent and revert to Catholicism.
Thank you, don Fili! Happy Feast!
Thank you for everything, don Fili. You are my “Pippo Bono”. Please continue to pray for me, and for all of my benefactors and supporters.

St. Philip Neri, Third Apostle of Rome, ARSH 1515 – 1595
In this life there is no purgatory; it is either hell or paradise; for to him who serves God truly, every trouble and infirmity turns into consolations, and through all kinds of trouble he has a paradise within himself even in this world: and he who does not serve God truly, and gives himself up to sensuality, has one hell in this world, and another in the next.
-St. Philip Neri
Musical … respite? At least something achingly beautiful. “But my words, like silent raindrops fell…”
If you know… you know. And yes, I know that Simon and Garfunkel are Jooooooooz. Thanks. Clocked that. Gotcha. Able to transcend. Cheers.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence.