A quick apology to readers for publishing June's edition well into July; it has just been a manic month - Ed 
      
        
          On Boiling Frogs
               
               
              “They cry peace, peace;
            when there is no peace …” (Jeremiah 6:14)  | 
        
      
       
      
        
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          "We live in exciting times, when the vision of Vatican
            II is beginning to be realised in the Church"             Solitudinem Faciunt, Pacem Appellant (They
            make a wilderness and call it peace.) | 
        
      
      The following essay has been simmering below the surface
        of my mind for a couple of years.  It was brought to the boil by
        a superb article by Michael O'Halloran, entitled "A Blind and Unchecked
        Passion for Novelty" that appeared in the May 2013 volume of Christian
        Order.  In a few places in the following essay I have plagiarised  Michael
        O'Halloran's work unashamedly.  Michael's extensive apologetical
        work can be found at http://rationalfaith-book.blogspot.co.uk   
      Most readers will be familiar with the parable of the
        frogs that were placed in a saucepan of cold water on the hob.  The temperature
        of the water was then raised half a degree Fahrenheit per day until a
        few months later the frogs boil to death without making any effort
        to jump out of the saucepan.  We are those frogs; we have been boiled
        slowly to near spiritual death by the Modernists who have had a life sapping grip
        on the Church’s throat for the last forty years.
      It is the contention of this essay that the Novus Ordo establishment
        is now so moribund and so corrupt that the only principled
        option left for a genuine Catholic is to  head for the
        exit and brush the dust from his sandals. Is this realistic?  Of course - just reflect: 10% of all ordernations in France this year were for the SSPX, and when you add in the Ecclesia Dei communities, 25% of all ordinations in France were for  traditional priests!  When Christ said, "The fruitful shall inherit the earth," He was stating little more than a truism. 
      “Moribund” is indeed something of an
          understatement
      When I became a Catholic over half a century ago, there were three million
        souls at Mass in England every Sunday.  Furthermore that number
        was steadily growing year on year.  Today, we have 900,000 at Mass
        and even that pitiful number is in rapid decline.
      And this is not the end of this miserable story.  Around a third
        of the 900,000 are immigrants, mainly Filipinos and Poles.  Further,
        around two thirds of the remainder are heretics, Roman Protestants, who
        reject even such basic Catholic truths as the Real Presence.  This
        leaves us with around 200,000 genuine indigenous Catholics at Mass. 
      The Fruits of the Revolution in Graph Form
        
     This tale of woe does not even end here because Novus Ordo congregations
        - the revolution having driven away men, the working classes
        and our intelligentsia - consist mainly of middle-class elderly ladies served by an
        aging clergy unable to replicate themselves. 
      When confronted
          with their devastated vineyard, the first ruse of the Modernists -
          and their witless allies, the useful idiots from the neo-Catholic camp
          - is to claim that at least it is better than what went before.  This
        must come as something of a surprise to a vast army of pre-Conciliar
        saints, holy martyrs and  great popes of yesteryear.
      When this crap
          began to wear thin, one of our Grinning Mitred Modernists came up with
          the brilliant line that the Church was in decline anyway and Vatican
          II had succeeded in slowing the decline.  As usual,
        there was not a scrap of evidence advanced to support this latest Modernist
        drivel.
      The most recent propaganda line goes something like this,  “Well
        we admit that the Church in the UK is in decline, but it’s doing
        splendidly  in Africa.”  Once again, not a shred of evidence
        is produced to support the assertion, and it is invariably trotted out
        by someone who has never set foot on African soil.
      My wife and I spent a fortnight in Africa in 2011.  I well recall
        a Novus Ordo Mass where the priest preached for forty minutes.   The
        gist of the sermon was that we had to worship God not only with our souls
        but with our whole body; this was seemingly to justify the dancing girls
        in the offertory procession.  The sermon was obviously very entertaining,
        as he had them rocking in the aisles for most of the forty minutes.  The
        priest then announced that he had run out of time so cancelled the distribution of
        Holy Communion!
      Some of the time we were in Kenya we spent working alongside the Missionaries
        of the Poor in the slums of Nairobi.  The missionary brothers have
        no priests and organised some sort of Sunday Eucharistic service.   I
        expressed objections to this on the ground that it discouraged Catholics
        from going to Mass in the parish church a mere couple of miles away (in
        Africa a couple of miles is literally round the corner, these guy cheerfully
        walk eleven miles to work each day).  The reply was eye opening, “In
        an ideal world Graham I would agree with you, but the average African
        Catholic can see so little difference between the Mass [the Novus Ordo]
        and Protestant worship that he will go to the nearest church, be it Pentecostal,
        Seven Day Adventist or Catholic.” 
       Meanwhile, a few miles
        down the road, the SSPX were building a large monastery to accommodate
        all the young African women seeking a contemplative vocation.  Vatican
        II and its child, the Novus Ordo, have devastated the Church in Africa,
        just as they have devastated the Church in Europe.
      And as for corruption …
      As for corruption, in a fortnight in which our friend Cardinal Godfried
        Danneels has spoken in support of sodomitical marriage and it is revealed
        that Barcelona’s “Catholic” Sant Pau Hospital killed
        an unborn child earlier this month in a pre-arranged abortion, it is
        difficult to know where to start.  The corruption of the Novus Ordo
        church is now so advanced that like those frogs few of us even notice it any
        more.  I will cite but one recent example among literally thousands
        one could cite: take the “Catholic” primary school
        in Wimbledon that a few weeks ago invited in a speaker from Stonewall, with the blessing of Archbishop Peter Smith!  Stonewall is an
        organisation dedicated to promoting same-sex anal copulating. 
      Our forefathers in faith would have dragged the archbishop from his
        bed and had him publicly flogged, or maybe even lynched, for so recklessly
        exposing Christ’s little ones to such degenerate individuals, yet
        we can barely summon up the energy to shrug our shoulders anymore.  Like
        those frogs; we have been slowly boiled to spiritual death by the Novus
        Ordo church to the point that even the betrayal of small children by
        yet another post-Conciliar Judas no longer has the power to seriously
        outrage us.  
      Novus Ordo wolves
          no longer even dress in sheep’s clothing,
        so spiritually desensitised have we become, they can safely move among
        us dressed as wolves, and the “faithful” will go on doffing
        their caps, filling his lordship’s coffers and clapping his inane
        Modernist babble, while all the while assuaging their consciences by
        rationalising that they are honouring the office not the person. 
      In Novus Ordo
         la la land even the best constantly disappoint.  Archbishop Nicholls was welcomed as someone who just may sort out the mess left by Cormac O'Conner, but within days he was pimping for the militant perverts at Warwick Street and its been downhill ever since. Cardinal
        Pell was at one time our great white hope, yet in a recent debate with
        Richard Dawkins he came close to denying the doctrine of original sin,
        which left even Dawkins gob smacked.  Cardinal Burke chickened out
        of giving a lecture in 2012 in England in case it was perceived as critical
        of the anti-Catholics who have usurped English sees.  Archbishop
        Charles Chaput has stated that he finds the Novus Ordo, properly celebrated, a
        much richer expression of worship [to the traditional rite]”.  This
        clearly implies that he finds the traditional Latin Mass a much poorer
        expression of worship.  How tragic that all our great saints did
        not have the good fortune to have Archbishop Chaput to lead them away
        from their liturgical impoverishment!   The latest man to be hailed
        by traditional Catholics as our savour is Bishop Mark Davis; yet he has
        recently invited the bizarre Neo-Cats into his diocese!
      The curse on all these men is
          that they have Vatican II, the council that precipitated the headlong
          downward spiral of the Church into near oblivion in the West, chained
          to one leg, like a cast-iron ball on the leg of a Victorian convict.  The problem of having a heavy cast-iron
        ball shackled to your leg is that you are doomed to perpetually walk
        in circles.  I well remember a sermon given by Bishop Mark David
        to a congregation of traditionalists at Walsingham in 2012 in which he
        lauded Vatican II.  As soon as he mentioned the Council, the eyes
        of the entire congregation glazed over and half of them slipped into
        a coma. If you are one of those traditionalists who is still ambivalent  about Vatican II, just reflect how much it is adored by the Church's enemies: the Modernists, the Freemasons and radical Left outfits like the Southern Poverty Law Centre, to name but three. 
      Traditionalists hailed Benedict
          XVI's Summa Pontifica as if it was the best thing since sliced bread.  Here
        in summary is what Summa Pontifica said:
      
        "The Church, which is supposed to be the pillar and ground
            of the truth, has been conning the baptised for the last forty years.  I'm
          here to fess up.  The traditional Mass has never been abrogated,
          and indeed cannot be abrogated.  So in spite of every prelate,
          Rome and the entire curia telling you otherwise, you are free to celebrate
          it, and always have been.  
        Nevertheless,
          having kicked that particular scam into the long grass, I'm going to
          launch yet another scam as a fop to the Modernists: Celebrating
          the Mass that your forefathers, saints and martyrs have celebrated
          for the last 2000 years is henceforth  to be considered "extraordinary".  Whereas,
          celebrating a doctrinally  dumbed down Mass fabricated by a committee,
          with six heresiarchs  as consultant, and chaired by a Freemason, is
          henceforth to be considered "ordinary", i.e. "normal" 
        
      "Normal"!  Given that
        no pope or council in the previous 2000 years has dared to impose such
        a patently bizarre  novelty on the Church, not even close, what Benedict
          would consider "abnormal", one can only speculate. 
      The Novus Ordo church is defined by its rabid mania
        for never-ending novelty.
      The Novus Ordo church is a clearly identifiable entity, with its new Mass, new sacraments, new Breviary, new Rosary, new exorcism, new catechism, new code
        of canon law, new council, new ecumenism, new super-dogmas, new rules
        for religious orders, new seminary training, new evangelisation
        (which actually has nothing to do with evangelisation at all because
        the ecumenically-castrated prelates promoting it are not allowed to mention
        the “C”  word [conversion]), the new movements, the new saint-makingitis
        churning out millions of saintlettes on the backs of Mickey Mouse miracles
        (it surely can only be a matter of time before a post-Conciliar pope
        is canonised on the back of having alleviated the discomfort of an elderly
        nun’s in-growing toe-nail), the new drive to canonize every
        post-Conciliar pope who says something vaguely nice about Vat2, the new hermeneutics
        of continuity, the new open-plan de-sacredtised sanctuaries, the new irreverent mode of receiving holy communion,
        the new openness to militant sodomites in the ministry leading
        inexorably to new scandals, the new all but universal loss
        of the sense of the sacred, the new catechesis (resulting in a
        ninety per cent plus lapse rate among our young), the new marriage-annulment
        mass-production lines, the new take on the death penalty, the new “theology
        of the body”, the new – need I go on?  The Novus
        Ordo church is defined by its rabid mania for never-ending novelty.
      But from whence comes this mania,
          this ravenous thirst, for novelty?  -
        manifestly from a deep hatred of all things Catholics.  That being
        plainly so, what has a genuine Catholic, who loves the traditions, orthodoxy
        and orthopraxis of his forefathers, saints and martyrs have in common
        with the Novus Ordo establishment?  The answer is, absolutely
        nothing!  
      How did we allow these haters
          of all that we are and all that defines us so comprehensively to overrun
          the fort and capture unchallenged even the high ground?  The truth is we were slumbering, and while slumbering,
        we were comprehensively outwitted by the enemy, so that even much of
        Rome fell to them without a shot fired in anger.  Truth is
        we were psyched up to repel an attack from without, and seeing no significant
        sign of it, we fell asleep at our post, allowing the enemy to launch
        the devastating attack he had been planning for decades from within the
        fort.
      Pollyanna Catholics can mock
          us at every opportunity, slander us and accuse us of fearing change,
          but is not change per say that we fear; indeed traditional Catholics
          have been at the forefront of every positive change throughout history.  It is traditionalists who have taken
        the light of the Gospel to the four corners of the planet.  It is
        traditionalists who have driven unprecedented examples of active charity
        for the poor and needy: setting up hospitals, schools, universities,
        fostering the arts and sciences, and inspiring thousands to take up joyful
        discipleship and bear witness to the liberating love of God even unto
        martyrdom itself.
      Modernists on the other hand
          are focused on building an earthly paradise.  Witness
        the sodomitically disgraced Cardinal Keith O'Brien's carbon belching
        world tour to green the planet, or Bishop John Arnold's recent decision
        not to purchase meat.  This, not because he's a vegetarian (presumable, had he been vegetarian he would have been
        happy to share the world's resources with cows) but because
        cows eat a lot of grass and corn, and thus deplete valuable resources.  He
        could also have added that their constant farting contributes to global
        warming - a significant issue surely, given that more of our post-Conciliar Modernists believe in global warming than believe in the Real Presense?
      It is not change per say that
          traditionalists reject, but the changes driven by the anti-Catholicism
          of the Modernists.  Pope
        St Pius X posed the rhetorical question, “... with which part of
        Catholic life do Modernists not wish to tamper?”   In
        the light of the last forty years, one can safely answer, “There
        is truly no areas of Catholic life which they do not crave to refashion
        in there own likeness.”
      "...   in the affairs of man, there is a
        time for peace and a time for war."
       In
        the affairs of man, there is a time for peace and a time for war.  Chesterton wrote that men go to war not because they hate what is in
        front of them, but because they love what is behind them. We
        love what is behind us, and have nothing in common with the Novus Ordo
        establishment that hates everything that is behind us?  If we are
        to save the Church, all traditionalists must move onto a war footing.  The
        faithful remnant is now in a life and death battle for the soul of the
        Catholic Church.  All Catholics have a duty to understand the battle
        lines and to choose sides.  The battle lines are between Modernists,
        described by Pope St Pius X as the adherents of the heresy of all heresies,
        and the hordes of useful idiots who, either by action or inaction, stand
        with them and do their dirty work, and those who love the faith of our
        forefathers, saints and martyrs that has been handed down to us from
        the Apostles.  At this hour, humanly speaking, the Modernists have
        the field and have swept all before them and have the faithful remnant
        on its knees.  But never forget: one man with his back to
        the wall and his sword drawn, if God is on his side, is a majority.
      All Wars Need Rules of Engagement
      Rule 1: Avoid those traditionalists who cry, “Peace, peace,
        when there is no peace,” and can be no peace.  The desire
        for peace at this hour is unprincipled and hence impossible for men of integrity.   There
        must always be a battle between traditionalists and the proponents of
        novelty.  As St Thomas taught, the desire for change always implies
        that what one seeks to change is in some way undesirable or imperfect.  Consequently,
        the very attempt of the Modernists to throw away everything that formed
        the staple of pre-Conciliar Catholic life is a standing, implicit, and
        often explicit, expression of contempt for the faith, orthodoxy and orthopraxis
        of our forefathers; if they loved and revered our Catholic patrimony
        as we do, why do they beaver away unceasingly to eliminate it from the
        face of the earth?  Because they neither love nor revere it, there
        can be no peace between us.  Tragically, in this war, members of
        the same family will find themselves on opposing sides  – Our Lord
        warned us that it would ever be thus.
      Rule 2: Do not waste your
          ammunition on Pollyanna Catholics, the sort that spend their time jumping
          up and down excitedly telling us how wonderful it all is, and can’t even write a pudding recipe
        without working in a cheap dig at traditionalists.  They are like
        a young leggy girls with pom-poms dancing a trite rah-rah routine on
        the deck of the Titanic.  Such Pollyanna Catholics are at worse
        an utter irrelevancy, while at best they serve tradition by spreading
        a soporific self-satisfaction within the enemy camp.
      Rule 3: Do not witlessly
          alienate potential allies.  Many
        Catholics who feel trapped in Novus Ordo la la land and indeed even some lapsed
        Catholics know in the deepest recesses of their souls that this cannot
        be it, there has to be something more, could God really have became man
        and died on the Cross to bring into being Novus Ordo  land?  This
        is why disillusioned Catholics flock to such bizarre movements as the
        Neo-Cats and diabolical scams such as Medjugorje; they are sick to death
        of Fr Flapdoodle’s, Sr Snakebite's and Bishop Bubble's Catholicism lite; so desperately searching for
        a Catholicism with more spiritual “meat” on it, they tragically
        finish up with snake oil salesmen.  Such people need to be wooed
        and prayed to tradition, not alienated yet further.
      Rule 4: Bi-ritual clerics
          should be treated with respect but prudence.  Some clearly full under rule 3, they are men struggling
        towards the light, but who feel trapped in Novus Ordo la la land, and
        cannot see a way out, or lack the courage or integrity to completely
        extricate themselves from it.  Yet other can be judged to be fifth
        columnists working to undermine the enemy camp from within.  Nevertheless,
        many, with a foot in both camps, are men who seek peace at any price
        no matter how unprincipled; these must be treated with caution, just
        as one would treat any quisling or collaborator in time of war.  In
        a war, any supposed ally who is comfortable to live cheek-by-jowl with
        the enemy must be approached with prudence.
      Rule 5: Get rid of our
          legalism and sort out where our true allegiance lies.  Legalism has been the most deadly weapon in the arsenal of
        the Modernists for neutralising the traditionalists’  resistance.  The
        law of the Church, Canon law, has one over-riding purpose: the salvation
        of souls, all cannons must be read in the light of this paramount rationale.   For
        a far deeper study of this issue click HERE.  The Modernists
        and their neo-Catholic camp followers are like petty bureaucrats who
        persist in prosecuting a doctor for parking on a double yellow line,
        even when they know full well that he had only stopped to administer
        CPC to an elderly lady having a heart attack.  
      Rule 6: Save your ammunition
          for your enemies, not your brothers in arms.  Whatever you personal feelings for example about the SSPX,
        they are allies in the battle for the restoration of tradition; postpone
        any quarrels you have with them until after the battle has been won.  And
        don’t parrot the calumnies trotted out by the Modernists about
        the SSPX.   Without the SSPX there would be no Priestly Fraternity of St Peter, no Institute of the Good Shepherd, no Personal prelature of St John Mary Vianney, no Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer and many others, plus of course many orders of female religious. 
      Likewise the sedevacantists; whilst I share the conviction
        that they are in serious error, they are clearly on the side of tradition.  We
        have to be big enough to accept that it is possible for a man to be in
        honest error, yet still be on the side of the angels.  St Vicente
        Ferrer is a classic example; he was one of the greatest saints of the
        fifteenth century, one of the greatest miracle workers of all time, and
        a preacher responsible for the conversion of thousands of Jews and Muslims
        to Christ.   St
        Vicente Ferrer was canonised within forty years of his death, notwithstanding
        the fact that he spent most of his life supporting a man we now acknowledge
        to be an anti-pope!
      What of the Post-Conciliar Popes?
      The post-Conciliar popes are
          like Théoden (The king of Rohan – The
          Lord of the Rings).  Théoden had become an elderly
          and decrepit king, nearly out of his mind, doing the bidding of his
          advisor Wormtongue, the archetypal sycophant, flatterer, liar,
          and manipulator.  Théoden’s madness and decrepitude,
          however, are merely the symptoms of the disease of being under the
          spell of Saruman, whose spokesman Wormtongue is.  Where I part
          company with the sedevacantist however, is that I believe that in spite
          of Théoden’s decrepitude, he remained king of Rohan, with
          a right to the prayers and, where possible, the principled support
          of his subjects.  
      I have absolutely no doubt that
          one day God will raise up a great saint, most likely a slip of a girl,
          who will confront Pope Théoden, as
        Joan of Arc confronted Charles VII of France, and in doing so will break
        Wormtongue’s spell over him.  On that glorious day, the pope
        will rise up and once again unashamedly don all the accoutrements of
        his great office; he will then take Wormtongue by the throat and publicly
        hurl him from the top steps of St Peters.   Théoden will
        then truly become Peter again, a strong, holy, wise, courageous Catholic
        leader.
      He will then bravely leads his
          people in the battle to restore all things Catholic, and will show
          his true mettle by answering the Virgin’s
        call for the consecration of Russia to her Immaculate Heart.  Peter,
        like Théoden, may well die in the ensuing battle to restore the
        Church and Western civilisation, but not before he will have proved himself
        a worthy servant of the King of Kings.
      In the meantime the faithful remnant, until that glorious day arrives, must continue to fight a guerrilla  war. 
      
        
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                Man Who Is Never Afraid to Draw His Sword - Michael Voris
                Confronts the Lavender Mafia, and the Sycophants in the Catholic Press,  Head on.  | 
        
      
      
      
        
          How
                  come the late great Malcolm Muggeridge could spot it seventeen
                  years before he became a Catholic, when neo-Catholics can't
                  see it even when it punches them on the nose?  | 
        
      
      
Referring
        to the upheaval in the Church 1966, orchestrated by the 'Spirit of Vatican
        II', the late, great Malcolm Muggeridge, under the guise of a future
        historian looking back, wrote the following, some 17 years before he
        would be received into the Church:
      “My historian’s astonishment would be all the greater that
        the Roman Catholic Church itself, having witnessed the ruinous consequences
        to its Protestant rivals of compounding with contemporary trends, should
        now seem set upon following a like course.  Just when the Reformation
        appears to be fizzling out, another, it seems, is incubating in Rome.
        Luther escapes from John Osborne’s hands into – of all places – the
        Vatican. The Church’s profound pessimism about human life, miraculously
        preserved through the long false dawn of science, is about to be shed
        at the precise historical moment that it is most relevant and most urgently
        needed to save men’s reason, if not their souls” (From
        the essay, "Backward Christian Soldiers", by Malcolm Muggeridge,
          1966).
      
      By Fr Dominique Bourmaud SSPX (Abridged and adapted by Donald  McGovern)
      In  the jubilee year of Vatican II, a distinguished Roman historian has set the cat among  the post-Conciliar pigeons.  Whilst  numerous books purport to provide in depth analysis of the major Conciliar  documents, few have attempted to paint the bigger picture.  Instead, proponents of the “hermeneutic of  continuality” treat the Council as something distinct and separate from the  post-Conciliar anarchy.  For such, the  post-Conciliar period is seen as a pathology that developed in spite of, rather  than because of, the Council.  But this  is a naive interpretation of history that ignores the fact that history is a  series of interconnected events, cause and effect.  Hence, for good reason, Dr Mattei’s study  encompasses the waning years of Pius XII reign as well as the aftermath of the Council.
      The  historian task is to explore the seemingly unconnected elements to find the  thread that explains them.  Romano  Amerio’s Iota Unum and Fr Ralph  Wiltgen’s The Rhine Flows into the Tiber where of this genre.   De Mattei’s work unravels before our eyes a  story with a beginning, a middle and an end, where it all begins to make  sense.  Scholars will particularly  appreciate the bio-bibliography footnoted to any name mentioned in a very  comprehensive work of 600 pages. 
      We  have waited a long time for this concise and joined-up account of Vatican  II.  Iota  Unam [A book that once I had picked it up, I couldn't put it down - Ed]  gave us the philosophical approach; The  Rhine Flows into the Tiber gave us a chronological approach, whereas  Benedict XVI and Msgr Brunero Gherardini (The  Second Vatican Council: A Much Needed Discussion) have provided a  theological approach.  Dr Mattei on the  other hand has give us the who, what, when, where, why and how of the years  proceeding and following the Council, placing it in the midst of the heady  optimism of the 1950s and the destructive revolutionary attitudes of the 1960s.
      De  Mattei demonstrates how revolutionary the Second Vatican Council was, judged in  the context of the previous twenty councils.   Never before had any Church council promoted the leitmotif of aggiornamento - bringing the  "Church up to date".  The  result is now tragically evident.   Instead of challenging the world to conform to Christ, the Church  conformed to the world.  The organised  campaign of the Modernists to emasculate the Church in the name of ecumenism is  a matter of public record and makes for jaw-dropping reading.
      Dr  Mattei gives considerable attention to the international group of bishops,  including cardinals, who mobilised - tragically too late - to halt the deadly  attacks on the Church from within.  The  reason the traditionalists ultimately failed to stop the Modernist advance boiled  down to organisation.  Had the  traditionalists arrived at the Council as well prepared and organized as the  Modernists, the last fifty years would have been much less devastatingly cruel  to the Church.
      This  book strikes at the very heart of the Council and exposes it for the profound  failure it was and remains, and is now increasingly seen to have been.  No wonder Dr Mattei is attached fiercely by  both the Modernists and the neo-Catholic camps, since both are equally  committed to the anti-rational proposition that the Council is  untouchable.  Fifty years after the  Council, mercifully, such absurd presuppositions are increasingly disappearing  from serious debate - leastways among Catholic scholars.
      
        
          Young French Teenager Seeking
        Accommodation With Traditionalist Family in England.
               
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      The mother of  French
        traditionalist family approached me for help during the Chartres pilgrimage
        this year, and explained that she was seeking accommodation in England for one month
        sometime during the summer for her sixteen years old daughter, so that her daughter
        could improve her English.
      Pascale Falicon, the
        mother, has two  requirements: the family should contain a young women
        not too dissimilar in age from her daughter, and that it must be a traditionalist
        family.
      A big bonus for the English
        side of the arrangement is that Pascal is willing to reciprocate; and
        the family live in a very beautiful part of France: near Samur, in the
        Loire Valley; and normally take their holidays in Bretagne  by the sea.
      If you are interested
        in exploring this possibility further, contact me on grahamcud@gmail.com        or 0132-240-9231 and I will put you in touch.  Pascale speaks tolerably
        good English. 
      
        
          Daniel
        Hannan - The Truth on Foreign Aid - Youtube  
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      It has been demonstrated 
        very convincingly by numerous experts that foreign aid is not just ineffectual,
        but that it is positively  harmful.  Why then do secular liberals
        like Cameron and Clegg insist on dolling it out?  I suspect it is
        way of buying power over foreign governments  and bypassing foreign democracies.  In
        other words, it is just the latest form of white colonialism.  David
        Cameron's recent threat to withdraw foreign aid from one of the African
        governments if they did not repeal their laws criminalising  sodomy was
        very revealing.  Here you have write large the contempt of the metropolitan
        liberal elite for both democracy and national sovereignty.  Click
        on the image below to see a superb take on this subject. 
      
      
        
          "God Exist, I Have Seen Him" - The Frenchman who Became a Catholic in Under 10 Seconds.  
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I
        have a friend who wanted to become a Catholic.  He took himself
        off to the local priest for instruction.   Very soon he realised
        that the local priest was just another dreary post-Conciliar Modernist.  So
        my friend sold his home in order to move to an area where the parish
        priest was a genuine Catholic.  Such an amazing story can only be
        explained by grace.  How does a non-Catholic spot a Modernist?  You
        and I may be able to spot them a mile off, but someone struggling to
        extricate themselves from the errors of Protestantism - that's another
        story! 
      An even more amazing story is the conversion of André  Frossard.  André was
        a young French atheist, a journalist by trade, and the son of a leading
        light in the French communist party.  Saint
        Augustine wrote, “Thou
        hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests
        in Thee.”   Nevertheless, André Frossard, just
        like me in my pre-Catholic days, was blissfully unaware of any unrequited
        longing.   Indeed, he, as I had been, was rather smugly content
        with his unbelief.
      André had a friend, Willemin, and, on the occasion in question,
        they were traversing Paris together in a car.  Willemin, a Catholic,
        stopped the car to nip into a chapel.  The chapel served a convent
        of contemplative nuns of perpetual adoration.  André opted
        to remain in the car; he wrote, “I had no curiosity about things
        relating to religion, for religion seemed to me to belong to another
        age”.  
      However, bored by waiting while Willemin
        was busy with his devotions, which were keeping him longer than he had
        expected,  André decided to  have a look at the building
        into which Willemin had disappeared.  His interest in it was that
        of a lover of architecture or perhaps that of a tourist.  The rest
        can only be recorded in André  Frossard own words:
      “It is now ten minutes past five. In two
            minutes’ time I shall be a Christian.”
      “The end of the chapel was rather brightly lit. The high altar
          was draped in white and covered with a great many plants and candelabra
          and a variety of ornaments. Above it hung a large metal cross; at its
          centre there was a white disc, and three others that were slightly
          different were fixed to the extremities of the cross.
          
            In the interest of art, I had previously visited churches but I had
            never before seen a host, much less a monstrance with a host in it.
            I was therefore quite unaware that before me was the Blessed Sacrament
            below which many candles were burning. The other discs, the complicated
            gilt ornaments, all contributed to making identification of this
            distant sun still more difficult.
      I didn’t see the point of all this, naturally, since I was
          not looking for it. Standing by the door, I looked out for my friend,
          but I was not able to identify him among the kneeling figures.  My
          glance went from the dimness to the light, fell on the congregation,
          travelled from the faithful to the nuns, and from the nuns to the altar
          without any thought consciously crossing my mind. Then, for no particular
          reason, I fixed my eyes on the second candle on the left-hand side
          of the cross.
      It was at this moment that, suddenly, the series of extraordinary
          events was set in motion whose extreme violence was about to dismantle
          the absurd creature that I had been until that moment and give
          birth to the dazzled child I had never been. First, were the words:
          spiritual life.  They were not said to me nor did I form them
          in my mind; it was as though they were being spoken by someone close
          to me who was seeing something which I had not yet seen.
      The last syllable had hardly brushed my conscious mind when an avalanche
          descended upon me. I am not saying that the heavens opened; they didn’t
          open - they were hurled at me, they rose suddenly flashing silently
          from the depths of this innocent chapel in which they were mysteriously
          present.
      How can I describe what took place in words which refuse to carry
          the sense, which indeed do worse, for they threaten to intercept what
          I have to say and in doing so to relegate my meaning to the land of
          fancy?   Were a painter to be given the gift of seeing colours
          that are unknown to man what would he use to paint them with?
      What can I say to describe that which I apprehended? It was an indestructible
          crystal, totally transparent, luminous (to such a degree that any further
          intensity would have destroyed me), with a colour near to blue; a different
          world, whose brilliance and density made our world seem like the wraith
          of an unfulfilled dream. What I saw was reality; this was truth and
          I was seeing it from the dim shore on which I still stood. Now I knew
          that there is order in the universe and at its beginning, beyond the
          shining mists, the manifestation of God: a manifestation which is a
          presence, which is a person, the person whose existence I should have
          denied a moment ago, the presence of him whom the Christians call Our
          Father. And I knew that he was gentle, that his gentleness was unparalleled
          and that his was not the passive quality that is sometimes called by
          the name of gentleness, but an active shattering gentleness, far outstripping
          violence, able to smash the hardest stone and to smash something often
          harder than stone, the human heart.
      This surging, overwhelming invasion brought with it a sense of joy
          comparable to that of a drowning man who is rescued at the last moment,
          but with this difference that it was at the moment in which I was being
          hauled to safety that I became aware of the mud in which, without noticing
          it, I had till then been stuck; and now I wondered how I had ever been
          able to breathe and to live in it.”
      To read more of Frossard’s account of his conversion, visit: http://www.faceup.co.za/Frossard
      
        
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Lady birds are called lady birds because they have seven spots (or the most common ones do) and that was seen by out Catholic ancestors  as a symbol of Our Lady's seven sorrows and seven joys.
      The parallel does not end with the spots. Lady birds are very efficient destroyers of aphids. Aphids sap the strength and turn ugly beautiful  things like roses. Our Blessed Lady is a powerful ally in the destruction of Modernists, who like the aphids spend their time sapping the strength and turning ugly beautiful things like the bride of Christ, the Church. 
      
      
        High Tech Jesus 
        I asked  Isabelle (aged 8) if she knew why the red light glowed in the sanctuary. 
         “No” she responded.
        “It is to  tell us that Jesus is in the tabernacle,” I explained.
         “Does it go on automatically when  He goes in there?” she inquired