"The great Father Zed, Archiblogopoios"
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Fr. John Hunwicke
"Some 2 bit novus ordo cleric"
- Anonymous
"Rev. John Zuhlsdorf, a traditionalist blogger who has never shied from picking fights with priests, bishops or cardinals when liturgical abuses are concerned."
- Kractivism
"Father John Zuhlsdorf is a crank"
"Father Zuhlsdorf drives me crazy"
"the hate-filled Father John Zuhlsford" [sic]
"Father John Zuhlsdorf, the right wing priest who has a penchant for referring to NCR as the 'fishwrap'"
"Zuhlsdorf is an eccentric with no real consequences" -
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- Michael Sean Winters
"Fr Z is a true phenomenon of the information age: a power blogger and a priest."
- Anna Arco
“Given that Rorate Coeli and Shea are mad at Fr. Z, I think it proves Fr. Z knows what he is doing and he is right.”
- Comment
"Let me be clear. Fr. Z is a shock jock, mostly. His readership is vast and touchy. They like to be provoked and react with speed and fury."
- Sam Rocha
"Father Z’s Blog is a bright star on a cloudy night."
- Comment
"A cross between Kung Fu Panda and Wolverine."
- Anonymous
Fr. Z is officially a hybrid of Gandalf and Obi-Wan XD
- Comment
Rev. John Zuhlsdorf, a scrappy blogger popular with the Catholic right.
- America Magazine
RC integralist who prays like an evangelical fundamentalist.
-Austen Ivereigh on
Twitter
[T]he even more mainline Catholic Fr. Z. blog.
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Deus Ex Machina
“For me the saddest thing about Father Z’s blog is how cruel it is.... It’s astonishing to me that a priest could traffic in such cruelty and hatred.”
- Jesuit homosexualist James Martin to BuzzFeed
"Fr. Z's is one of the more cheerful blogs out there and he is careful about keeping the crazies out of his commboxes"
- Paul in comment at
1 Peter 5
"I am a Roman Catholic, in no small part, because of your blog.
I am a TLM-going Catholic, in no small part, because of your blog.
And I am in a state of grace today, in no small part, because of your blog."
- Tom in
comment
"Thank you for the delightful and edifying omnibus that is your blog."-
Reader comment.
"Fr. Z disgraces his priesthood as a grifter, a liar, and a bully. -
- Mark Shea
No 20th century poet is more poignant than Belloc. Including Chesterton.
“Death, with his evil finger to his lip,
Leers in at human windows, turning spy
To learn the country where his rule shall lie
When he assumes perpetual generalship.”
I love that image, though I hope never to meet up with it.
Goes nicely with Larkin’s “Aubade,” like a nice wine pairing:
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify….
http://www.boothill.ca/goatwrrld/aubade.html
Wow! Must be cold up there!
Belloc is unreal, as is Chesterton; or “Chestebelloc” as they were known!
The best and brightest English writers of their time (until Leonard Feeney)
What is not widely known is that Hillaire Belloc could be very funny in his wit!
Bad Child’s Book of Beasts
Father! When I read the title of this post, I thought that you were going to confirm your belief in the ‘prophecy’ of the ‘three days of darkness’ that my mom’s friend’s used to terrify me with, whilst drinking tea and talking about it, in the eighties. They said that without a special candle, no light would be possible and if you looked out of the window, youd be a gonna ( kaput, dead, as a doornail ) !!
Still, as the Pope reminded us a few days ago, whilst summarizing St. Catherine of Bologna’s Treatise on the Seven Spiritual Weapons — “Remember that everyone must die”.
Cor blimey! I’ve unsettled me-self now, I better go and say my rosary.
The Winter’s Spring by John Clare
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please—no bees to hum—
The coming spring’s already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
‘Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm’s best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O’er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove’s brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring—the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature’s white spurts of the spring.
perhaps more positive…
Might I suggest you follow that up with the “Good News” thread?
Geez, I haven’t been this depressed since I went to the Dollar store and they had the country music station playing.
Speaking of the end of races. I can’t figure out why, near the end of The Lion , Witch, and Wardrobe , right before Aslan kills Jadis, she doesn’t use the “Deplorable Word.”
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
A magical thing and sweet to remember.
We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.
Oliver Hereford
Thank you all for the poetry, maugre the fact that some is depressing.
Yes, a good news thread would be good!