Has-been Arnold Schwarzenegger, a once-upon-a-time enthusiastic Republican and Trump supporter, inexplicably endorsed Kamal Harris for the presidency, accompanied with some senseless mumbo-jumbo. And while it’s every American’s right to endorse whomever he pleases, for any or no reason, when you’re a celebrity, even a tire, old hack, Arnold, you are not free to escape commentary on your choice if you go public with it.
A splendid example of commentary was provided recently by Hollywood(!) producer Mike Cernovich.
Pour yourself a decent glass of wine, find a comfortable chair, sit back and savor Cernovich’s thoughts on Arnie’s notions.
You are a washed up moral coward. You impregnated your nanny, covered this up for decades, and then finally acknowledged your son when it could no longer be denied.
During Covid you supported the most draconian lockdowns. You wanted every American forcibly injected with an experimental therapeutic, which was dishonestly called a vaccine. ‘Screw your freedom,’ was what you said to people who refused to live in a state of panic and hysteria. Go screw another nanny, like Kamala’s husband did. How many abortions have you paid for?
You were in movies and built a great body when you were in your 20’s and 30’s. When other people gave you the lines, you sounded smart.
You have no insight, you’re not an intellectual or philosopher, and morally speaking, you’re a total goober.
Go back to doing what you do best – mindlessly fornicating like an animal in heat.
The rest of us will do the thinking and leading for this great country.
[T]raditionalist Catholics in France are discerning a new idea: a personal ordinariate for Catholics devoted to the older Roman liturgical and sacramental forms that could give them pastoral stability and a bishop who could speak for them and be directly responsive to the Holy Father.
No longer outcasts?
(Note: it’s time to abandon this blog’s custom of writing in the third person; it’s simply too cumbersome for the longish tale below.)
I have long been a TLM enthusiast. As a convert from the Episcopal Church, I formerly attended a small, ultra-high Anglo-Catholic church in Manhattan, one that featured elaborate Catholic ritual, along with the incomparable 1962 Book of Common Prayer and 1940 Hymnal. One fateful Good Friday I was attending a service for that day, which involved the removal of the Host from the Altar of Repose to the High Altar in the sanctuary. As the servers were precessing slowly with their precious burden, with incense billowing everywhere, the choir intoning appropriate chants, all was splendid indeed until out of nowhere a voice within told me, clearly: “Jesus is not here.” For some time I had indeed considered “swimming the Tiber,” but never seriously until that moment in my little A-C church. It was then I knew the time had come to go to Rome.
While not knowing a single Catholic priest in New York, I was aware of one, a well known author of many books and a familiar figure to many, Catholics and Protestants alike; so that was the priest I chose to contact. Not even knowing Father’s email address, let alone his phone number, I sent a letter “snail mail” to his then-parish, to his attention, and prayed. Having included my email address in the letter, the very next day I received one from that priest that simply read: “Come see me.” I did and shortly afterwards began seven months of rigorous catechization. The following Easter Eve, I was received into the Holy Catholic Church.
I should note this momentous occasion took place around the time the late Benedict XVI permitted the celebration of the Latin, or “Extraordinary Form” Mass again. It was not long afterward I learned of another small church in a different part of Manhattan that offered the Latin Mass, which I had only heard of, every day of the week. I began attending Mass there and quickly came to love TLM. The church also had a small Schola Cantorum, which its director kindly invited me to join. It was there for around seven years I happily attended the Extraordinary Form Mass and participated in the chanting. Alas, this came to an end when I quit New York and moved to Taos.
It wasn’t long afterward that Pope Francis, in 2021, severely restricted the celebration of TLM and though I was fortunate to find a church where it is still permitted to be celebrated, it is some distance away from home and Mass is celebrated at a highly inconvenient time,. I am thus only able to attend Mass there occasionally. Still, I am fortunate in having access at all to TLM. Most TLM enthusiasts have none.
Now there is a small hope things may change. The Latin Mass may become more accessible again with the good news from France related above. It is not the first time a group has sought to have the restrictions on TLM lifted, but the request this time is different in that the group’s approach is respectful, to the Pope, to contemporary Catholic worship and, in general, displaying a more positive attitude than certain groups in the past have been. To quote further from OSV News:
French Dominican Father Louis-Marie de Blignières first proposed the idea of the “traditional ordinariate” in September 2023, but continues to develop it today. Age 75, he is the founder and former prior of the Dominican-inspired Fraternity of St. Vincent Ferrer, whose priests celebrate the older form of Roman liturgy. His convent is located in the picturesque village of Chémeré-le-Roi, south of Normandy.
At this time all TLM lovers can do is pray the Holy Father will be sufficiently moved by this respectful group’s request and honor it. Oremus.
Former President Donald Trump was greeted at a Wisconsin airport Wednesday by a “big, beautiful MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN Garbage Truck.
‘How do you like my garbage truck?’ Trump, who was wearing an orange safety vest, asked reporters while sitting in the passenger seat of the MAGA-adorned garbage truck cruising around the tarmac.
‘This truck is in honor of Kamala and Joe Biden.’
The stunt comes one day after President Biden, 81, referred to Trump supporters as ‘garbage’ on a campaign call at the White House, denouncing comments made by comic Tony Hinchcliffe, in which he called Puerto Rico a ‘floating island of garbage’ at the Republican nominee’s Madison Square Garden rally on Sunday.
With technique and intellect essential to playing the often fiercely difficult works of Brahms, including the two above works, Vogt and Brahms were a perfect match. If some critics complained about his sometimes quick tempos, it behooves us to remember the alleged quip made by the great virtuoso pianist of a century ago, Moritz Rosenthal, also a Brahms specialist: “I play fast because I can.”
Your Tatler has come to the conclusion that the “Synod on Synodality” happening in Rome, in addition to its preposterous name, is a waste of time and money. The conclusions being reached seem like obvious ones and if there is anything new coming out of it, this blogger has yet to see them.
THE TAOS TATLER. 