DISORDERED ORDO IV

Hibernicis ipsis Hibernior ("More Irish than the Irish themselves").  Proverbial Phrase (adapted)

SGG is a graveyard of miscarried endeavors.

Everything to which the cult masters put their unskilled hands ends in red-faced failure. The rapidly decaying cult theater has never moved out of what was originally planned as a gym. The scandal-plagued SGG "School" only corrals the ill-fated offspring from a handful of woebegone families.

Dannie has never emerged as the "world-wide" leader à la Lefebvre he once bragged of becoming: unwelcome in France, uninvited to England, and unwanted in most parts of Mexico, all he can manage is to play a threadbare Santa Claus to a few marginalized, renegade enclaves in Tijuana and Argentina, who would disinvite him in a flash if he stopped bringing them the Gerties' confiscated dollars.

Among other mischances are the recent failed efforts to reclaim lost (and never deserved) prestige; Tony Baloney's public outing for his mistranslations, mistaken theology, and misunderstanding of canon law; and Wee Dan's hasty withdrawal from sale of both his error-stuffed "All Saints Calendar" and his famously inept ORDO 2016.

In short, nothing the cult tries works out. Every enterprise it undertakes is doomed.

Down-on-his-Luck Dan's unbroken record of failure should prompt the prelataster to ask whether it's morally right to charge money for defective products. Clearly, at this point, an injured Trad Nation recognizes the SGG "clergy" don't have the training, work ethic, resources, or native intelligence to attempt ambitious intellectual projects and expect good money in return for inevitably substandard work.

A just man would have had this interior monologue:

God forgive me! All of us vermin at SGG — the Finn, Lurch, Erroneous Antonius, Uneven Steven and especially me, the raggedy, maggoty Dirtbag — we can't deliver. (*sob*) Our meager endowments are incapable of realizing our outsized egos' immodest aspirations. My own seething id has brought ruin down upon me and Big Don, my despised rival here in barren Tradistan. (*sniff*) It's a miracle that people put up with us at all. In good conscience, we dare not even offer our shoddy products for free, they're so full of stupid blunders. Henceforth, we'll acknowledge our insurmountable limitations and endeavor to make reparation. (*gulp*)

Alas! that kind of graced introspection is beyond the attainment of a malformed, me-firster cult master. So this is where Pistrina comes into the picture. We've got the facts to prove it's time for these raging sleaze bags to close up shop and head off to the retirement village they've been lately scoping out on the sly. In short, the hour has come to take Dannie's dreck off the market for good.

For today's exposé of His Impertinency's empire of error, we're going to focus only on one sentence of Dannie's disordered ORDO 2016.  In it you'll find crowded into 21 words all the flaws we've been writing about: bad Latin, inept editing, unjust pretense, and alienation from Catholic tradition. The sentence is emblematic of everything that's wrong with SGG, and it alone would be sufficient to convict the cult masters of nonfeasance.

Under St. Patrick's Day (p. 30), Dannie's moron compiler inserts the following note, the content of which is attributed to two paragraphs from the Additiones et Variationes ("AV") fore matter of the Roman Missal (red indicates a grave goof):

Ubi Festum S Patricii celebretur pro re publica causa, cum magno populi concursu, possit celebrare una Missa solemnis ubi dicitur Credo.

The italicized words in the following literal translation will make it obvious to the non-Latinist that there's something very wrong with Dubious Dan's text:

Where the Feast of St. Patrick be celebrated for a matter public cause, with a great concourse of the people, one solemn Mass may be able to celebrate where the Creed is said.

Huh?!

Let's autopsy this rotten liturgical cadaver by taking a quick look at both blunders quâ blunders only. Our interpretation will follow.

GRAVE GOOF # 1

"For a matter public cause" (pro re publica causa) makes no sense because Dannie's brain-dead compiler didn't copy the original phrase correctly. The full phrase, as found in the Missal (as well as in many liturgical books), is pro re gravi et publica simul causa. The pinhead  skipped three out of seven words: that means 43% of the original was lost in transcription. (Way to go, Bozo!)

The full Latin phrase is a fixed rubrical formula (although occasionally in place of simul we find Ecclesiæ), and it means for an important object and at the same time for a general public interest. The Missal text refers to solemnly celebrated votive Masses wherein the Creed is recited.

GRAVE GOOF # 2

No one needs to be a trained grammarian to guess that the active infinitive "to celebrate" (celebrare)  is dead wrong. It obviously should be passive, "to be celebrated" (celebrari in Latin).

🎶 WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT, DAN-NIE? 🎶

Simple parablepsis cannot explain grave goof # 1. To be sure, a literate person might accidentally skip over several words when copying a long phrase. However, he or she would almost instantly know something was amiss because the miscopied text would plainly make no sense. Not to have recognized the error is a telltale token that the SGG numskulls do not understand Latin at the most basic level, a sign confirmed by the subsequent infinitive in the wrong voice (grave goof # 2).

The cult masters' ignorance of Latin poses a danger to the faithful.  The clown "clergy" may not understand what they're reading in Mass. During the silent canon, who knows how much of it they're skipping, tripping over, or misreading? (Remember the Skipper, that cretinous MHT "blunderkind" who forgot the consecration?) And when these simpletons quote theology, can you be certain they really understood the meaning of the text they're citing to keep you cowed and paying? And what if they miscopied it and then based their opinion on what they thought the mistranscribed (and no doubt misunderstood) Latin meant?

Troubling thought, isn't it?

This is not a problem that can be easily dismissed as petty nit-picking on our part. A priest's command of Latin remains central to the laity's spiritual welfare because basic competence in the language is essential in the Roman rite. Sound Latin is not an empty adornment, for without it, no man can function adequately in the Catholic priesthood, notwithstanding the validity of his orders. Souls in the "care" of the Latinless ordained are in jeopardy.

But more disturbing than ignorance of Latin is the note's wicked intimation that "One Hand" has jurisdiction. As you may remember from our remarks above, the substance of the Missal text, to which Dannie's note refers, speaks to solemn votive Masses (cfr. AV vii.3). According to J. O'Connell's The Celebration of Mass (1942),

A solemn votive Mass is one celebrated with extrinsic solemnity (i.e. a solemn Mass or at least a sung one, in presence of a large gathering ["cum magno populi concursu," as the Missal says at AV iv. 2, Ed.]), for a grave and at the same time public reason ["pro re gravi et publica simul causa", as the Missal says at AV vii.3, Ed.], by order, or with the permission, of the Ordinary of the place. (Vol. 1, p. 72, emphases ours.)

No matter what anyone tries to tell you, His Arrogancy is absolutely NOT the Ordinary of Tradistan. Neither Dannie nor any other wandering bishop possesses jurisdiction anywhere, not even in the confessional, except in danger of death. (And the reports of one-handed orders make Wee Dan's jurisdictional claims even weaker in respect to the tribunal of penance.)

As students of human nature, we Readers have to ask why Li'l Daniel included such a singularly odd, very-much-out-of-place note.  To tell you the truth, it's not actually a completely accurate reference to the content of AV — in fact, it has all the indicators of being a bungled patch job of bits and pieces from AV iv. 2 and AV vii.3 made to look like an authentic liturgical annotation. (Indeed, it stinks of special pleading.) Our next question is, Why are similar notes missing for other big-name saints' days, say, for instance, Pope St. Pius X on September 3, whose portrait appears on the cover of Dannie's incompetent ORDO 2016? ("For a Traddie, he's bigger than St. Paddy!")

Although we don't like guesswork, if you were to ask us to venture a conjecture, we'd say the purpose of this faulty note is to authorize Shanty-Irish Dannie to add the Creed in his own Mass on St. Patrick's Day, so as to impress his "cultitariat" with his deep knowledge (LOL) of the rubrics of the Roman Missal.*  Why, with a little effort, we can imagine his drawing the mob's attention to the appearance of the Creed in his Mass. And with a little more exertion, we see in our mind's eye the "Everybody's-Irish-on-St.-Patrick's-Day" cultling rabble wiping their greasy chops with the backs of their filthy paws and nodding spastically to each other in bestial wonderment at Wee Dan's exercise of his "powers" (LOL) to honor the Apostle of Ireland. ("That bee-ship is jes' a whole 'nother smoke, ain't he, Raylene Mae? Aaron goes raw!")

But remember:  "One Hand," a dubious episcopus vagans, has no brief to order or permit a solemn votive Mass with Creed for St. Patrick on March 17 — not even in the presence of a large gathering killing time until the beer kegs are tapped. It wouldn't make a bit of difference if pods of wheezing rite-trash scum were to jam their whale-sized backsides into the squalid cult center from transept to narthex, with standing room only in the fetid side aisles plus a packed, freezing cry-room of battered womenfolk whipping their unruly issue. His Disobediency still couldn't licitly say the Creed at such a swarming jamboree of genetic ne'er-do-wells: As the Missal says (AV iv.2), cujus rei judex est Ordinarius, "the Ordinary is the judge of that matter." And, as we've told you over and over, "One-Hand Dan" is NOT an Ordinary — a-n-y-w-h-e-r-e!

HOW CAN YOU STOP THIS CONSUMER ABUSE?

No one can count on Panhandlin' Dan to forego hawking his dead-on-arrival fiascos. The sociopathology of Tradistan demands that later this year he'll dig up the dry bones of his calamitous calendar and disordered ordo and put 'em on sale for the suckers. He thinks everyone will forget.

Let's tell His Deficiency he's mistaken.

Make sure you forward this post and all the others here, here, here, here, here, and here to as many people as possible, especially to your friends in Europe Latin America, and Australia/New Zealand. If we all get the word out about this massive failure, Dannie's dead ordo will remain stored in the SGG cult's charnel house of failure for eternity, of use only to the ghouls of the SW Ohio-Brooksville cabal and their scuzzy lackeys in California, Michigan, and Washington state. If Deacon Dan still feels the need to peddle liturgical advice to others in 2017, we suggest the following one-liner, which seems to us to embody his praxis:

Arbitrio tuo rem permitte.

(freely, in Cole Porter's words, "Anything Goes")

*As Dannie's own ordo shows, the great saint ordinarily doesn't get a Credo in his Mass. According to Rubricæ generales Missæ xi, he couldn't even get one in a so-called "chapel" that claimed him as patron and titular. (He wouldn't get one in a sede "church" either, since a "Mass center" is not a proper church [and, FYI, Mass centers aren't really chapels in the Catholic sense, either].)