Under another entry, a reader posted a comment about the whole SSPX "emergency powers" argument, by which the same SSPX justifies its lack of obedience to the Bishop of Rome and continues to act without any kind of permission or jurisdiction.
Here it is, edited slightly, and with my emphases and comments.
Father, it so hard for me not to be sympathetic to the SSPX’s "state of necessity" position.
The situation in my home diocese is absolutely wretched. A third of the parishes have been closed in the last 10 years, and those that remain are mostly in a deplorable state.
The Cathedral has been wrecked, with the "altar" now in the middle of the nave and other renovations to promote a heterodox understanding of the Mass.
Even worse, prominently displayed in the Cathedral bookshop (located at the entrance of the nave) are books by Joan Chittister (in good standing), Charles Curran (in good standing), Richard McBrien (in good standing), and John Shelby Spong.
Father Z, my bishop is selling books by JOHN SHELBY SPONG in our Cathedral!
My family’s old parish has LGBT rainbow flags in the vestibule. You can imagine how the rest of it is. Yet this scandalous priest and others operate with the support of my bishop.
I say it is my family’s OLD parish because almost my entire family has fallen out of the Catholic Church.
Gone. My father and I are the only practicing Christians in my immediate family—he’s a Baptist. He left after his world (the Church) imploded with chaos and novelty. He decided that the Church was obviously just a man-made institution, and a sick one at that.
Most of the rest of my family has simply fallen away.
I did not grow up a Catholic and was (by the miraculous grace of God) a convert in college. My family, before the 1970s, was Catholic for probably a millennium and a half going back to Italy.
The only other Catholics left in my family are several second cousins—and they (and their children) go to the SSPX chapel in my diocese (which is booming with young families).
Father, I never go to SSPX chapels (out of obedience). But I can’t begrudge my second cousins—I fear for their children’s prospects if they were elsewhere.
While it is necessary to interject at this point that "two wrongs don’t… er um… well… a whole bunch of wrongs don’t make a right", it is indeed hard to begrudge people their search for something which seems simply "normal" instead of the Salvador Dali landscape they find themselves in when they go to church.