[american colleen]

If this parody of Catholicism ever hits Boston, I will move to action and be at the venue where it is taking place with rosary in hand.

Pope Piel - [pocket]fisher of man... there is little or nothing we can do on that score. If you are really among the elect[ed], that is. ;-)

[drstevej]

***I will move to action and be at the venue where it is taking place with rosary in hand.***

Better bring a bull whip too. This kind is cast out only by prayer and lashing!

*** there is little or nothing we can do on that score. If you are really among the elect[ed], that is. ;-) ***

Predestined to have a Calvinist Pope, what a glorious thought!

[ninenot]

rosary in hand

You may use my .30-06, which requires TWO hands...

[BlackElk]

If??????? I was last at St. Anthony's across from Boston Common in the fall of 1991. What was once (in the 1950s and 1960s) the church where Mass began on the main altar on the hour, the right altar at 20 after the hour and the left altar at 20 before the hour (on all days but Good Friday, 24 hours a day) and had confessions heard (in real confessionals) 24/7 as well.

By 1991, St. Anthony's had one 5:00 PM Mass on Sunday afternoon (I had arrived at Logan at noontime) said by a fellow who seemed to look more like a lumberjack (and to dress like one) than a priest. Hi, I'm Father Bob and I will be your presider today! Environmentalist hymns whose lyrics rolled on a screen next to the new hot dog stand in the round. "Communion" in the form of consecrated loaves of French bread, handed out by counterculture ministrettes who looked like aging refugees from the Woodstock weekend in 1968, to be broken into pieces by the parishioners in the pews with the crumbs falling everywhere. The good news from Father Bob that there was a Chistmas Bazaar downstairs which we should all take advantage of since all goods were hand-made by actual Nicaraguan Sandanista Communists and that all proceeds would go to them as well. The book shop was filled with an infinite variety of heresies.

I haven't been there lately and, even if I were still in New England, I would not go there again. God is, after all, just and will probably arrange for lightning or earthquake or whatever unless St. Anthony's has cleaned up its act. Meanwhile, get a band of Catholic guerrillas together. Bring Holy Water and Holy Oils. Douse the place. Sit in praying perpetual rosaries and have someone at the chancery pleading your right to do this with the temporary prelate. God bless!