Pope Benedict Passing Away

Amici,

I've been silent for a while, afflicted with the reality we all must live in. I've been wandering with Frodo and Sam among the poisonous ruined landscape before the Gate of Mordor, little squeaking ghosts lost among the ash-heaps of the Dark Lord. Whether the political, economic, or moral situations are irretrievable now or not – and signs of hope do show themselves, even now, even here – the Church's situation itself is dire indeed, as Pope Benedict XVI prepares (or is being prepared by Bergoglio and Co.) to pass away. I agree with Ann Barnhardt here (and as listed at Canon212, along with many other important articles noted there) that once he's gone, the Anti-Church will unleash its fury against what remains of the one, holy Catholic Church.

I won't go into detail, as Ann does such a superlative job of that, but I will say such terror that's about to be unleashed unintentionally carries a bit of good along with it, and more than a bit. We will all finally see what the Progressive, Modernist Church really is. No room for doubt will remain. People will have to choose.

And that is all to the good.

But whither this true pope, Joseph Ratzinger? There's an Irish saying, "An áit a bhfuil do chroí is ann a thabharfas do chosa thú." Your feet will bring you to where your heart is. Where indeed would Pope Benedict's feet taken him since February 2013, had he not been bound and gagged by the Modernists? We don't know. Benedict seems a milder version of the Vatican II Reformers, one who yet began to backtrack and undo some of the devastation caused by "the Spirit of Vatican II", that "animus" that still howls in the empty reaches of Sauron's twisted devastation. Bergoglio is no enigma: he's a Nazgûl; he's hell and death to the Catholic Church. But Ratzinger? Where was his heart, really? He feet were not allowed to tell us.

        AnP

Psalm 146 of the Douay-Rheims: verse 9:

Who giveth to beasts their food: and to the young ravens that call upon Him.