Vatican II was clearly a major disaster in the Catholic Church. Long-held traditions and beliefs were shattered and replaced by the damnest things.
Gone were the habits of the nuns . . . now you couldn’t tell if a nun were a nun or anybody else.
Now you could slap good old Father Bill on the back instead of giving him the utmost respect.
Gone were the Latin Masses where the priest had this most magical and mystical language that he used to talk to God.
Gone were the restrictions of fasting before Communion, so you could have the smell of a Big Mac on your breath as you received Christ. Gone was the supreme holiness of the Host . . . so now you could pick up the good old Host with your hands or have it handed to you by a lay person (before, each particle . . . each crumb was captured on a paten that was put below each recipient’s chin)..
Gone was the holy Sabbath’s restriction to Sunday Mass . . . now you could go on Saturday because of some lame reasoning that Saturday evening equaled Sunday morning.
Gone was the special nature of each priest and nun, special enough that it was an honor to go into the vocations. Now, since virtually the mystery was weakened so much, most anyone could go into the ministry . . . and that they did . . . the seminaries in their eagerness to capture their previous populations of students, started accepting most anybody . . . and that they did.
Enough of the holy orders were devastated that many nuns and priests were now on the side of the abortion slaughter that covers our nation. AND NOT ONE OF THEM WAS EVER PUBLICLY EXCOMMUNICATED. Enough of the holy orders were devastated that no one took the counseling and advice of their priests and nuns seriously.
Fools and jackasses like Karin Johnson (Whoopie Goldberg) starred in series of movies where a crack addict and whore hid in a convent and wound up saving the nuns by teaching them how to sing and add “soul” to their convents . . . almost blasphemous in nature. As if the nuns that I knew would ever need the advice of a filthy crack addict and prostitute to learn how to sing. You never would have had that kind of portrayal in any movie with a priest or nun before . . . witness the Bing Crosby movies in the 40s of the Catholic Church.
Now, the priests and nuns of old were seen as crazy, senile, perhaps roller skating in commercials, or acting stupid in some other capacity, or being made fools of in comedy skits, etc.
Vatican II appeared to be a huge massive marketing campaign to increase the participation on all levels in the Catholic church, and instead wound up demeaning and trashing all that was held as holy.
Oh I think it was much more sinister than that.
In many cases, orthodox young men were turned away by the gatekeepers at seminaries as part of an organized effort to infiltrate the priesthood with homosexuals.
Yes, I am serious.