|Father catching a few rayz of sun even though feeling a little bloated. That lazt Gotham Gaztronomic Glutfezt almozt did me in. Going to have to have the 501 tactical clericalz let out in the waist. Again.|
What a summer it's been around here . . . all kinds of rare whales have been washing up on our beaches (though certainly no
Well, You-Know-Who was the principal celebrant of THAT Mass . . . but it was Novus Ordo . . . the real one was done up in the mountains.
After Mass Father treated the gang (all five guys) to a repertoire from his days before seminary.
You can see from the first picture, it was hard to accommodate the crowds, as it always is at the TLM that is going to save the Church, as The Bishop Fellay Show and a host of Krazy Katholics (some of them pretend Konverts) are always reminding us . . .
Speaking of which . . . while I sit here tending to the blender that periodically will render the frozen concoction that helps Father D hang on . . . people send me stories from around the Krazy Katholic Kraposphere . . . what treasures this week brought into the humble hermitage.
Ok, I know what you're thinking . . . women aren't welcome in the ranks of such Manly Men!
And the rest of the women (three?) are properly veiled and allowed to hit the high notes (although the monks do wear the proper orthopedic pelvis wraps to help with the Kyries) and to starch the purificators and corporals in order to assure valid Latin Mass (the one on the far right is not a woman)
Reynaldo often wore red tassels when serving cocktail parties around here, so it's good to see the same outfit being used for the Krazy Krusade!
|That sword looks familiar. Do you think they share? Swap swords|
with one another once in a while?
|I've shown you mine, now whip yours out.|