This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
Sunday, 2 April 2023
The last eight saints
Semi-finals (starting on Easter Sunday). Pope Leo XIII 71.7 v Pope Pius XII 28.3 A "two popes" semi-final. Leo takes this, surprisingly easily, and declares himself "fighting fit" as the final approaches. G.K. Chesterton 47.6 v Thomas à Kempis 52.4 A "two writers" semi-final. A close match, and Thomas heads for the final, leaving GKC to contest the bronze halo.
THIRD PLACE PLAYOFF Pope Pius XII 55.6 v G.K. Chesterton 44.4 Pius takes the bronze halo. John Cornwell bites his leg off in embarrassment. FINAL Pope Leo XIII 64.1 v Thomas à Kempis 35.9 A surprisingly easy win for Leo. Gold halo for him, and silver for Thomas.
Tuesday, 29 June 2021
The Pope writes to the Beast
Saturday, 16 March 2019
Hitler's Pap
The problem is that the Vatican is opening up the Pius XII archives, which may in due course lead to the canonization of the great man (Pius, not Cornwell), and it is therefore the BBC's duty to put a spoke in the wheel by digging out the world's greatest anti-Pius troll.
This is not entirely bad: for the Vatican no longer employs a Devil's Advocate to scrutinise possible canonizations - which may explain some recent choices - so that talking to an amateur devil's advocate, however foolish, may be better than nothing.
"The hills are alive with the Sound of Music"* - Pope Pius XII plotting with Nazis.
*Fr Hunwicke doesn't have a monopoly on obscure jokes.
Unfortunately, the BBC was unable to provide a balanced debate, owing to its strict policy of pushing its own beliefs (we are not sure, but it is probable that Cornwell is also a Brexit Remainer, keen on immigration, "trans" rights, etc.)
Anyway, we shall know more when the archives are opened, but our mole in the Vatican has taken a sneak preview, and sends us something that is surely very incriminating:
Is this in the Pius XII archives? Is it still drinkable?
Saturday, 13 October 2018
Spirit of Vatican II to be canonized
"Apparently, one of us will be a saint."
Instead, it has been decided to canonize the Vatican II council, or at least its representative in Heaven, the Spirit of Vatican II. That way, all the achievements of Vatican II - not exactly its decisions, as these have been largely ignored - are given the imprimatur of "saintly" and cannot be questioned.
This of course opens the way for Pope Francis to implement some of his pet projects, such as the banning of the Latin Mass, the ordination of women, the final rehabilitation of Cardinal McCarrick, etc. etc., all of which can be justified by an appeal to the Spirit of Vatican II.
The new saint.
As a form of reflected glory, many people closely associated with Vatican II will now have the status of "blessed"; these include people such as Annibale Bugnini whom it would be difficult to slip into Heaven on their own merits.
Apparently, another of the Pope's idols is also being canonized this weekend. I know nothing about him, apart from what Shakespeare says.
"Romero? Romero? Wherefore art thou Romero?"
Thursday, 18 January 2018
I'll be the Eminence Grey, sir!
Any resemblance between the following song and the "Vicar of Bray" (words and historical background here, and a sung version here) is purely deliberate.
In good Pope Pius' golden days, When I was just a laddie, I knew that if I wanted power, I'd have to be a traddy. At football matches I wore red, Dressed in the finest satin. In Liverpool they speak broad Scouse, But I spoke classic Latin. And this is law, I will maintain Unto my dying day, Sir. That whatsoever Pope may reign, I'll be the Eminence Grey*, Sir! *Eminence Grise, a person of great power.
"That kid's up to no good."
When John the saintly came to rule And called a great assembly, I really thought "Oh, this is dull, I'd rather be at Wembley!" The Council's rush for drastic change I could not but acknowledge, So feeling "cool" and "modern", I Went to the English College. And this is law... When Paul the Sixth possessed the throne Amidst reforms spectacular I dropped my Latin, and soon learnt To pray in the vernacular. And as the liberals seized the church I grew each day much bolder. I got ordained and offered Mass With God behind my shoulder. And this is law...
"Watch out, that young chap is up to no good."
John Paul the first did not stay long But soon we got the Second: Quite orthodox was I just then And soon preferment beckoned. From Westminster (auxiliary) To Birmingham translated - As Archbishop, I knew that now For greatness I was slated. And this is law... When Benedict became the Pope, He thought I was inspiring, To Westminster he sent me then Since Cormac was retiring. Summ-or-um Pont-i-fic-um now Meant Us-us An-ti-qui-or. It caused most liberals, like me Despair, regret and fear. But this is law...
"Watch out, he's up to no good."
At last they drove old Ben away. Pope Francis came, and said that To mark the year of Mersey, now I'd get my longed-for red hat. I praised the clarity and style Of good Pope Francis' preaching, Though soon the outraged world found out He'd dropped all ancient teaching. And this is law...
Any time you feel like retiring...
So now I have run through the list Of popes I've had to follow, And if I don't become the next, Then life will seem quite hollow. For Quest and ACTA I support, I let "gay" masses flourish, And this is what you'll get from me When e'er Pope Francis perish. Still, this is law, I will maintain Unto my dying day, Sir. That whatsoever Pope may reign, I'll be the Eminence Grey, Sir!
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Pope John-Paul II and his women
The Only Way is Ethics.
There is no actual evidence that Pope John-Paul II, a figure remembered by some Catholics, was the Casanova of the 20th century, with a string of mistresses, illegitimate children and bigamous marriages, but, using the techniques of innuendo, misinterpretation and scandal-mongering - or investigative journalism, as it is technically known - we are forced to come to this conclusion.
Even in his childhood years, Karol (an alias that John-Paul was probably using for the purposes of deception) was known to be fond of a Polish schoolteacher called Emilia Kaczorowska, who died when he was eight years old. Affectionately, he would call her "Mamma", and he would often tell her he loved her, and give her gifts on her birthday. Pretty shocking stuff, you'll agree, especially as she was 36 years older and already married to a man called Wojtyła.
The mysterious Emilia Kaczorowska.
Later, the young John-Paul became a devoutly religious Catholic. Of course, this can take many forms: for example, I know of one pious Catholic - technically, I suppose he's a sinner, ha-ha - who left his wife and three children and ran off with another woman. It would be wrong of us to judge such a person, especially as he now presents a BBC flagship programme on religion and ethics.
In John-Paul's case his Catholic faith was combined with a mysterious devotion to a woman known only as "Mary". The young priest would keep statues of this woman in his house, and even write adoring letters to her (I have in my possession one that begins "Hail Mary, full of Grace", unearthed by the brilliant John Cornwell, author of Don't be so hard on Hitler, it was all Pius XII's fault).
We have not been able to make a definite identification of "Mary", although she is believed to have been a Jewish woman with strong Christian sympathies. Well, that's a reasonable assumption.
The unknown Mary.
When it comes to Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka, a philosopher, we are on surer ground. Indeed, we have definite evidence that John-Paul II spoke to her, even when he was Pope. This would be the first time that a reigning pope had spoken to a woman since Pope Pius X asked his tea-lady for an extra biscuit in 1910. At the time this was considered a great scandal, and it led inexorably to World War I a few years later.
Now, unfortunately, we have no evidence that John-Paul was in love with Anna-Teresa, nor she with him, but the journalistic techniques of innuendo and creative writing lead us to the inescapable conclusion that they had a torrid love affair and that she was the mother of sixteen of his children.
We have seen his letters to her, which, couched in the language of philosophy, make damaging reflections such as "It's a funny old world," "There's nowt so queer as folk" and "You never can tell, can you?" What can these be but a coded way of expressing his deep passion for her?
Scandalous photo of Pope John-Paul in a compromising situation.
I repeat, there is no evidence whatsoever that Pope John-Paul broke his vows of celibacy, However, as the Gospel puts it, "There's no smoke without fire," especially when I'm the one making all the smoke. Don't get me wrong - I'm not condemning "The Sexy Pope" - after all if Christ had one message for the world, it was that there is no such thing as sin. But the whole issue should embarrass the Catholic Church, and force it to realise that Good and Evil are equally valid lifestyles. Which suits me fine.
Saturday, 17 January 2015
Saint of the Week - St Martin McGuinness
Pacelli? Why didn't the parents choose Al Capone, Don Corleone or Sinatra?
After a distinguished political career, Martin rose to be the deputy First Minister of Northern Ireland. His was the voice of Catholicism, in contrast to the nasty Protestants led by Ian Paisley. Indeed, many believed that a holy man like Martin would become a priest, perhaps something like Fr Tony Flannery; maybe he would even rise to be a distinguished archbishop like Seán Brady. The Catholic Church in Ireland had never had it so good.
Fathers Paisley and McGuinness enjoy an ecumenical joke together.
Eventually Martin, who had been MP for mid-Ulster, left the British House of Commons. To do this he had to apply for either the Stewardship of the Chiltern Hundreds, or the Stewardship of the Manor of Northstead. He chose the latter, and the good people of Northstead were indeed blessed by several weeks' just stewardship with hardly anybody being murdered. Since Gerry Adams and Ian Paisley have also held this stewardship at various times, this remote part of Yorkshire is rapidly becoming a place of pilgrimage.
Lourdes? No, simply the gardens of the Manor of Northstead.
St Martin is in the news again now, for he has announced a change in the Catholic doctrine on abortion. From now on, it's OK to kill Catholics in the womb, as - for some people - it's always been OK to kill Protestants outside the womb. "I try and be the best Catholic I can be," says Martin, and who can doubt that he has always been the best Catholic he could ever be? After all, Hitler was a pious Catholic, as atheists never stop telling us, and Martin is no less a saint.
Explaining to Archbishop Eamon Martin what the new rules are.
So please give us no more talk about Martin McGuinness being excommunicated. Rather let us talk of this saintly man being swept up to Heaven with a blaze of trumpets. Alleluia!
© Extreme Loony Socialist Party of Ireland.
On another topic, here's some moral instruction:
Thomas De Quincey's thought for the day.
Tuesday, 27 May 2014
The Pope takes a plane
I'm hoping my briefcase will fit under the seat in front of me.
For those Anglican priests travelling with us as observers, please be aware that you are not allowed to have 39 articles with you in the cabin, and 38 of them will be placed in the hold.
Once we have taken off and the captain has switched off the seat-belt sign, the Pope will be coming round with a selection of off-the-cuff remarks and brand new dogmas. Today we have some confusing comments about priestly celibacy and remarried divorcees; unfortunately the Pius XII beatification kit is still unavailable, and frankly, barring a miracle, we don't expect to see it soon.
The Pope's "clean-up" campaign starts here.
We're now ready for the safety demonstration. In case of a mighty rushing wind and tongues of fire, oxygen masks will drop down in front of you. In case of landing on water, there is an inflatable chasuble under your seat, although some passengers may prefer to dispense with this and walk on the water instead.
"It's not by Rolf Harris, is it?"
There has been some debate on the nature and meaning of the Pope's reference to his own gestures, whether spontaneous or pre-planned, authentic or inauthentic. It is hoped that the author of the Pope Francis Little Book of Insults will soon delight us with the Pope Francis Little Book of Gestures.
Learn how to tell this...
... from this!
Thursday, 24 April 2014
How many saints have you met?
This is what saints look like.
Of course, saints are by definition already dead, so if you want to meet a saint you must catch him or her while still alive. It seems that my advert in the Tablet, "SAVED PERSON WOULD LIKE TO MEET SAINT. OBJECT: DOING GOOD THINGS" was doomed to failure.
Still, you may be able to spot embryonic saints going about their everyday business.
The halo is sometimes a give-away.
For the purposes of this post, we shall have to exclude the latter-day saints, many of whom may be wonderful people but are not quite what we had in mind. Luckily, someone has given me a little book, which will help me with my saint-hunting.
Have you seen any of these people recently?
By the way, did someone overlook Pope Pius XII?
Two old friends who are not yet saints. >
Sunday, 9 February 2014
Cornwell cut off by a flood
N.B. The picture shows Nuncio Pacelli in 1927. Hitler was out.
Efforts are being made to bail out Cornwell, but the tide is definitely flowing against him, and it may be months before he can get back on the rails; at present he is completely off-track. The latest deluge to hit Cornwell is attributed by some to a change in the climate of opinion; by others, to a natural downfall.
Pope St Pius X - next for a hatchet job.
Amusingly described, variously, as a "Catholic", "historian" and "theologian", Cornwell has now been declared a complete disaster. His latest work, "The Dark Box" explains how Pope St Pius X encouraged children to go to confession; what a fiend that man was!
Naturally, the government and the environment agency are very concerned about the plight of Cornwell. Part of the problem is the collapse of the anti-Catholic line taken by Richard Dawlish, which has always looked to be on rather shaky foundations, and may not be worth trying to save.
Eric Pickles discusses the plight of Cornwell.
Surprisingly, the general public is not worried about "losing" Cornwell. Said one sockpuppet that we interviewed: "Where would we be without Cornish Nasties and Clottish Dreams? But Cornwell is too remote from reality to be worth worrying about."
Monday, 11 November 2013
Annoying people to be banned
This sort of irritating nuisance will probably be banned from our streets.
Naturally, we give Mrs May our full support here, as we find many things irritating. Following W.S. Gilbert with his little list, including:
There’s the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs – All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs –we have even attempted to make our own list, which included:
There are atheists like Dawkins who is nothing but a clown For his books contain the biggest heap of garbage written down -Yes, yes, yes, we must keep them all off the streets!
Even Damian Thompson (seen here with Fr Jorge Bergoglio receiving a cake from Mrs Gladys Mills) can be very irritating.
The important thing from now on is that everyone must be happy, and nobody must be irritated. Are you angry because your train is late? Well, now you will be able to put the managing director of Late Western in prison!
This being a mostly-religious blog, we are naturally delighted that the law will now enable us to dispose of our enemies in a state-sanctioned way - for we must not expect religious groups to have any exemptions! What is your particular hatred? Latin Masses? Paul Inwood? Carol Singers? The National Secular Society? Ban them!
Irritated by a liturgical tango? Tell Theresa!
Then again, wearing red noses in public is an established Catholic tradition, dating back to the encyclical De Nasis Rubris of Pope Pius XII, but some people do find it irritating, and Mrs May's law will make it illegal if anyone objects.
No longer shall we be seeing red-nosed popes!
So, what's not to like? All the irritating people will be driven off our streets - cyclists, motorists, pedestrians - and all the irritating newspapers - Guardian, Daily Mail, Babes in Custard - will be banned from sale. Surely, the great Theresa is onto a winner here!
And don't even think of participating in any demonstrations!
Wednesday, 30 October 2013
Orange bids for the Catholic Church
The future may be orange.
The Vatican has reacted angrily to the takeover bid, with Pope Francis encouraging all Catholics to boycott Orange. In response, the ever-loyal Tablet has signed up its managing director, Tom Orange, as a new columnist, and Tina Beattie has written an article explaining that Veneration of the Virgin should really be Veneration of the Orange.
How odd. They want to speak to my Superior.
If the Orange bid goes ahead, then priests will be replaced by "customer service personnel", mostly based in India, who will start to hear customers' confessions and hang up half way through. The standard of services in general will decline, and customers may well find themselves "cut off" from God without notice.
What you will see - a Mass in the new "company" vestments.
Tom Orange was at pains to reassure Catholics that they would see very few differences from what they are used to, but Irish Catholics in particular have pointed out that ever since the days of his ancestor, William of Orange, they have been deeply dissatisfied.
William of Orange - once a hostile bidder for the Catholic church.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
The prophecies of St Malarkey
St Malarkey.
Certainly, St Malarkey has had a sensational track record of identifying the popes elected in the last few hundred years. Here are some examples of his brilliant predictions.
"Man with glasses" - an unerring identification of Pope John-Paul I.
In 1978, the College of Cardinals must have had St Malarkey's prophecies in mind when they unfailingly elected a man with glasses as the new pope (John-Paul I), in succession to Pope Paul VI.
"Goldfinger" - well, nearly right, it was a goldfinch on a finger.
Likewise, after Pope Pius XII's election in 1939, the mysteriously prophetic word "Goldfinger" was seen to be right on target, for the Holy Father successfully balanced a goldfinch on his finger.
More recently, St Malarkey's prediction of Pope Benedict XVI's election was couched in the word "Koala," which led many to think that Cardinal Pell would be elected. But the good saint had seen further than everyone else, and he knew that the scene below would surely come to pass.
Pope Benedict XVI - fated to meet a koala.
Some of St Malarkey's predictions referred to popes who are now almost forgotten. His enigmatic phrase "short fat hairy legs," for example, led the college of cardinals into a frantic examination of the legs of all those cardinals who were papabile, before they finally elected Pope Ernie the Wise.
"Short fat hairy legs" - Pope Ernie the Wise (R), with an unknown nun.
So what does St Malarkey have to say about the next pope, who will be elected within the next month or so? Simply the word "Comic." Well, our experts have looked around to see who could be meant, and below we reveal the saint's final tip for the throne of St Peter.
"Comic" Murphy-O'Connor (R), with shifty-looking sidekick.
If this election comes to pass, then the end of the world will surely be near at hand.