Easter 2026 and the Fading Catholic Left
As this galloping New Orthodoxy captures young heart after young heart, the Fr. Thomas Reeses of the spent Society of Jesus rage as they raise their clenched fists.
As this galloping New Orthodoxy captures young heart after young heart, the Fr. Thomas Reeses of the spent Society of Jesus rage as they raise their clenched fists.
The weapon of choice for all radical ideologues is the manipulation of words and their meanings, and the latest target has been ‘tradition.’
The recasting of Vatican II as the savior of Catholicism descends into Hollywood-esque delusions.
Our bishops continue to offer stones to the faithful who are simply asking for bread.
Try as hard as you might to understand him, still Pope Leo leaves us befuddled.
The priest as clown is worse than a heretic who leads God’s people along the wrong path. The clown priest leads God’s people into not regarding God at all—a spiritual shrug and disinterested blasphemy.
The persecution of tradition is not a new story, but the latest—and probably final—attacks from the Woodstock-era Bishops have a fresh tyrannical twist.
The Bishops of Nicaea were towering pillars of faith. We, mere shadows upon their shoulders, boast of seeing beyond their ability.
Good Catholics were often confused during the Francis pontificate.
The Catholic Church had been exercising the rigorous disciplines of Lent for 500 years before Muhammad arose from the sands of Arabia. Have these good prelates forgotten the fasts of the apostles?
The reign of DEI was a captivity, in which normal folks were terrified to speak openly, lest they be overheard and dismissed from employment, or worse.
The new Notre-Dame de Paris would shock the saints and holy doctors who prayed within its hallowed columns and vaulted ceiling. But today its walls moan as they are compelled to embrace the hellscape of liturgical innovation.
Layer upon layer of Eucharistic practice was constructed over the millennia as protection against the slightest attenuation of Catholic doctrine regarding the Eucharist. For over sixty years, it has been breached.
Today’s “new spirituality,” often found within the Church, is an ugly caricature of the millennial truths of union with God set forth by the Church, her saints, and her Doctors.
Where Christ once declared victory in the red blood of His Cross, the Synodalists bleat in the pastels of accommodation.
No Catholic is permitted to surrender the duty of his citizenship to a sullen despair, exaggerated analyses of decline, idiosyncratic critiques of democracy, or a cynical secession from his duties.
In the Synodal Sessions, the Faith’s majesty is trampled upon, then traded for the cheap trinkets of the best psychobabble money can buy.
While Recreational Catholicism—the tangled knot of the therapeutic, political, theatrical, and ego-massaging trend besetting the Church—has had its day, we are now on the cusp of a resurrection.