There is the instance of that woman (the Lord is my witness) who went to the theater and returned from it with a demon. And so, in the exorcism when the unclean spirit was being resolutely harassed for having dared to assail one of the faithful, it said: "And indeed I did it quite justly, for I found her on my territory." Tertullian
Editor's Note: Here's a little missive just for those doubters who don't think our cyber apostolate has had an impact.
Thanks to Pistrina Liturgica I am a former SGG "rite-trash" dupe, who now happily belongs to an SSPX chapel. I did not attend SGG regularly, only on important Feasts and Sundays for the "Big Show". You are correct when you say that SGG only appears Catholic. If you scratch the surface, it looks a lot like any Protestant or Conciliar church...When Dolan preaches he sounds like a Methodist minister... [and] Cekada's breezy sermons are just like what you hear from a Novus Ordo presbyter... [T]he ongoing fundraising reminds me of a televangelist.... Everything they do feels "produced." In my humble opinion, this is as bad as their ignorance of theology, philosophy, and Latin...We couldn't agree more.
Beneath the theatrical veneer, the whole SGG freak show is foreign to authentic Catholic sensibility and culture. It's expressive home lies somewhere between non-denominational and mainline American Protestantism. With all the flashy-but-trashy staging, the weekly cult spectacle reminds us of one of those battlefield re-enactments so admired by pot-bellied, goateed losers in their vain search for a meaningful life. The same spirit drives evangelicals with their birthday parties for Jesus on Christmas or their melodramatic Easter costume pageants. Mise-en-scène triumphs over ritual substance.
Dannie's Palm-Sunday donkey is a low-rent manifestation of vulgar, hyper realistic theater that upends the Latin liturgy's exquisite reductionism, where historical and religious content is compressed into minimal gesture and spare text. Brother Ass's starring rôle in SGG's campy parade of the animals is evidence that His Ostentatiousness has no affection for the Roman rite, which he seemingly believes to be in need of assistance from literalist special effects. (N.B. In poncing the liturgy up with another jackass, the Dirtbag doesn't gild the lily: that would demand a rudimentary esthetic instinct. Philistine that he is, Dannie just laminates it in plastic.)
Although "One-Hand Dan's" attachment to the histrionic locates his religious sentiments squarely within the non-denominational Protestant ethos, the liturgical anomy of establishment Protestantism supplies the morbid inspiration for his over-the-top practice. Recall only a few of the obscene innovations practiced at run-down SGG, to wit:
●The impious suppression of the Leonine prayers;Then, consider the following line from the 1932 "Doctrines and Discipline of the Methodist Episcopal Church":
●Their replacement with faux-liturgical shout-outs to the saint du jour;
●The imposition of alien devotions, like the quasi-pagan "Baby Doctor Jesus";
●Dubious Dan's subversive revival of the reformers' "pontifical Missa cantata."
Every particular church may ordain, change, or abolish rites and ceremonies...Now you see why we say the informing spirit of SGG is definitely not Roman Catholic — unless you happen to think similar practices by Novus-Ordo parish liturgical committees render such irreverent novelties legitimate. The only distinguishing difference is that SGG prefers a nostalgic theme while the Modernists aim at being hip. The outward shape or coloring of "worship" is mere decoration for these people. Underlying the gimmicks of both SGG's superficial traditional Catholicism and Novus Ordite/Protestant revolutionary vandalism is the garish impressario's itch to be "creative," to stage, to entertain, to dazzle the senses, to generate box-office receipts.
Limelight Lovin' Daniel's spiritual affiliation with Protestant-inspired Novus Ordite showmen also betrays itself in his disregard for Latin, where it's trotted out with a wink and a nod for theatrical effect alone. Insofar as Deacon Dan thinks of himself as the patriarch of Tradistan, it's instructive to compare him in this regard to Bergie, his N.O. exhibitionist counterpart, who's also notorious for his indifference to the Church's sacred tongue.
At the time when Bergie and Donald Trump were talking' trash at the Mexican border (where Travelin' Dan frequently vacations), on the flight back to Rome, Frankie gave an interview where he tried to put The Donald in his place with an intellectual witticism tricked out with a Latin tag:
But thank God he [Trump] said that I'm political, because Aristotle defines the human person as "animal polticus." At least I'm [a] human person.*Setting aside the fact that Aristotle wrote in Greek (so technically he defines man as a ζῷον πολιτικόν) the problem is, in Latin, animal is neuter, not masculine. Bumbling Bergie should have said politicum.** As we've observed in the past, the sede cult masters have the same trouble with the super elementary notion of concord in Latin, viz., adjectives, adjective pronouns, and participles agree with their nouns in number, gender, and case. (For a fresh example of Dannie's persistent inability to grasp this fundamental concept of Latin grammar, go to page 32 of his error-laced ORDO 2016, where at the bottom of the page he oafishly prints "in privato recitatione" rather than privata.)
Upon reflection, it's plain that the Bergomeister could just as well have trumped the Trumpster in the vernacular (either in Spanish or Italian or in his characteristic mixture of the two), without having to stumble on a faulty Latin calque of the Greek original. But, you see, he wanted to impress the supine news media with the appearance of a rare education. Li'l Daniel puts on the same airs, and does so with the same immunity from criticism on the part of his cult followers. The difference is the secular Italian press knows Bergie's faking it, but out of convenience or connivance the journalists let him get away with his act. The star-struck Gerties, on the other hand, haven't a clue that Flamboyant Dan the Drama Man is only winging it.
Our correspondent's right: Once you sit in the front row of the beggars' opera sacrilegiously billed as SGG "Catholicism," you know it's an illusion — all smoke 'n' mirrors, props, costuming, lighting, greasepaint, and hammy grandstanding rooted in an alien creed on alien turf. Whatever lies behind that showy exterior, your soul's in danger.
Better get out before you're possessed.
* We transcribe Frankie's original remarks as follows: "Ma grazie a Dio che ha detto che io sono politico, porque [Sic! The corresponding Italian word is perché] Aristoteles [Sic! The Italian form is Aristotele] define [Sic! The corresponding Italian verb is definisce] la persona umana come 'animal politicus.' Al meno sono persona umana." Click here for the video.
** Begie's error is HUGE. The famous Aristotelian definition of man as by nature a political animal (Politica, 1253a3) is so very common in Catholic theologians and philosophers (for instance, St. Thomas Aquinas, ST I-II, 72.4: ...homo est naturaliter animal politicum...) that getting the grammatical gender wrong is virtually another proof of his alienation from tradition as well of his ignorance of basic Latin, defects he shares with another transparent poseur, "One-Hand Dan."