DISORDERED ORDO II

The contempt of good reputation is called impudence. Hobbes

It’s time for February’s installment of our continuing exposé of the howling errors and head-smacking stupidities in Dannie’s ORDO 2016. In the four previous posts on this subject, we concentrated on technical details that may have been too obscure for non-specialists to appreciate. In reparation (a term so beloved of the cult masters  — as long as they don’t have to make it), today’s post will provide a welcome break by bringing to light two hilarious idiocies anyone can understand.

Why “hilarious” (one of Checkie’s favorite words)? Because the goofs are so thoughtlessly dumb that you have to laugh out loud at the frustrated pretentiousness.

I. TROUBLE WITH TERMINOLOGY

Before His Insufficiency took down the page on SGGResources schlepping the dead-on-arrival “LITURGICAL ORDO 2016,” he advertised his

Ordo 2016 Universal Edition.

As the Church understands the word in this context,  “universal” means the absence of local observances particular to individual dioceses or religious orders. Yet in Deacon Dan’s incompetently compiled disgrace of a “universal” ordo, we find on page 9 at January 15 a liturgical note about the feast of Our Lady of Prompt Succor celebrated in the diocese of New Orleans! 

Perhaps His Deficiency doesn’t understand what the word universal means in Roman Catholic parlance?.

Dannie (or one of his dribbling proxies) may object to our criticism by arguing that the SGG ordo helpfully recorded an American practice, as it did with the feast of Isaac Jogues and companions (Sept. 26, for all U.S. dioceses). If he dares to defend himself, we would in turn demand to know why "One Hand" didn’t include the liturgical directions for the office and Mass of the feasts of the principal patrons of every U.S. diocese.* That would at least have been “universal” for the good, ol'  U.S. of A.

But the New Orleans flub isn’t the only tell-tale sign that the SGG pinheads don’t understand the liturgical sense of universal. All throughout this cluttered, illegible, hot mess, we find, under the name of numerous feasts, italicized annotations for other local feasts kept in the United States, like Our Lady of the Miraculous Medal (Nov. 27, Brooklyn) and St. Catherine of Genoa (Mar. 22, with differing Mass texts depending on the diocese). By even a child's reckoning, then, this definitely isn’t a universal ordo!

What makes it all the more amusing is watching brassy Dannie trying so hard to impress everyone, but like luckless Tony Baloney he always ends up making a fool of himself. The humor is almost slapstick: These bums should call themselves the " Keystone 'Clerics'" and take this comedy of errors on the road.

II. INSUFFERABLE INSOLENCE

Dannie’s ignorance of the meaning of universal admittedly arouses at most a chuckle (along with a contemptuous sneer). For a real thigh-slapping, belly laugh you have to go to October 17 where you’ll find this screamingly funny note:

Cras prohibetur Consecratio Episcopi (SRC 4 April 1913) (“The consecration of a bishop is forbidden tomorrow.”)

When we saw the line, we burst into hysterical laughter. Have you ever seen such naked effrontery in your life?

This pint-sized, impudent clown, who was “consecrated” without an Apostolic Mandate and in flagrant violation of the 1917 Code of Canon Law, has the gall to assert an SRC ruling! You’d think he wouldn’t want to bring attention to his own unlawful (and dubious) orders. Or maybe he’s trying to get people to believe he’s the Church in exile. Or, on a more somber note, could it be that the consecration of the new bishop-to-be had been slated for October 18, and he hoped to postpone it? (Not that this or any injunction would stop any sede claim-jumper from poaching a miter if that’s the day he’s scheduled to pocket his illicit orders.)

When Wee Dan retires after the big, bad, new bishop takes over dying Tradistan, he should audition for Comedy Central. We're told those audiences love chutzpah.

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A Meditation on Error

For decades the impertinent cult masters have been passing themselves off to simple traditional Catholics as scholars, theologians, liturgists, canonists, and, worst of all, gourmets. Thankfully that sleazy era is swiftly coming to an inglorious end.  On every front, professionally educated Catholics who have genuine knowledge are showing Trad Nation that Dannie and Checkie are definitely not the churchmen portrayed in their misleading self-promotion efforts. At long last, they’re getting the national and international reputation their antics have earned for them, now that they themselves have torn down the firewall between all the hype and the truth. 

One of the most vigorous unmasking efforts has been undertaken by John Salza and Robert Siscoe, as we reported on January 16 . Since that post, Erroneous Antonius has taken to the back alleys of YouTube in a failed effort to counter the well-framed, elegantly composed arguments of these two gentlemen. As usual, Tony Baloney recycled his shop-worn ploys and dodgy tactics to convince (unsuccessfully, we imagine) his few spastic fans that he has the upper hand in the fight.

This time, however, he’s bitten of more than he can chew. (These guys are pounding him, and everybody's talking about it.) To what must be the Cheeseball’s most bitter regret, these two solidly informed Catholic laymen refuse to allow him to get away with his customary shenanigans. Their most recent exposé of Checkie’s pathetic, error-filled video responses is a masterpiece of scholarly rebuttal. (Click here for the wholly delicious "slice-and-dice" job.) If you haven’t the time to read the full article now, at least read the first three paragraphs and then the last two. Also take a look at the stills of Checkie captured from his amateurish video: those images alone ought to teach that trouble-making dilettante not to play nasty on YouTube.

By any standard of reckoning, it's evident that the laity must to stop funding these guys’ moronic pranks, whether it’s brash Dannie’s ordo or Phony Tony’s comical misadventures in theological disputation. Both Pistrina and Messrs. Salza and Siscoe have ably demonstrated that Wee Dan and the insolent Cheeseburger have brought nothing but shame on the sede cause.  Owing to their now uncovered ineptitude, the cult masters have forfeited all respect. They have rightly earned the contempt of any right-thinking Catholic.

It’s time to tell these novices good-bye and good riddance.

*We can’t refrain from observing that on Dec. 12 Dannie's birdbrain compiler includes a liturgical note on the Mass (only!) of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patroness of Latin America. There’s not one, single mention of the American archdioceses and dioceses where this feast was kept, viz. Los Angeles, San Francisco, Sacramento, Tucson, and — shame on you, "One-Hand Dan"! —   Santa Fe, New Mexico, His Vagrancy's beloved luxury vacation getaway-from-the greasy-Gerties retreat. (How did he miss that one?)  Likewise cheeky Dan is seemingly unaware that this feast was also  celebrated on November 16 in the Province of New Orleans. (Oh, yes, that's right! Nov. 16 is Saint Gertrude the Great. No wonder Dirtbag Dan forwent a missionary junket to "the City Different" and kicked the Big Easy to the curb. ) But, SGG Day aside, consistency has never been the hallmark of the brazen-faced cult masters except when it comes to scavenging for more and more money.

Yet we all know the real purpose for mentioning the feast was to sell copies of this monstrosity in Mexico (though we bet he “gave” the priests a copy free of charge to promote himself). So, the question is:  if he was trying to impress our good neighbors south of the border, why didn’t he use the correct Latin liturgical title for feast?

Dannie’s ORDO 2016 only reads BMV De Guadalupe, Patronæ Americæ Latinæ, whereas he should have styled it Apparitio (or [Festum] Apparitionis) BMV de Guadalupe, Patronæ Principalis Reipublicæ Mexicanæ, Insularum Philippinarum et totius Americæ Latinæ.

The answer’s easy: Dannie doesn’t know these things. It’s all for show. Anyway, he couldn't imagine anyone would have noticed.

 But the Reader did.