This blog starts after a particularly gruelling weekend slaving over a hot altar. You would think that gaining access to the Usus Antiquior would be considered a major plus in a very average parish but, no, the traddies have got so used to complaining, that they just have to find something, or somebody, to pick on. By Sunday evening the sentiments of the Reverend Frederick Rose (vide Rolfe's Hadrian VII) were resounding around what was left of my rationality; 'loving the faith' and 'hating the faithful' seemed quite a reasonable proposition.
Well you can pick your cause; Gothic versus Roman, Polyphony versus Plainchant, High versus Low. It seems some traddies are just not happy unless they're miserable. Just as well. They've got a lot of purgatory to look forward to. So will I for that matter for my own lack of charity.