November 2026
The Sodomal Way
As readers are acutely aware, the present writer has never held a 'softly, softly, catchee monkey' approach to defending the Faith. To that end, provocative titles like the one above, though disconcerting to some, have always served me well at multiple levels. As CO nears its end, a little background to the method in my madness, and a few examples, may be of interest.
From the moment I awakened to the dire state of the Church and resolved to join those confronting the enemies within (above all grinning episcopal wolves in sheep's clothing), dealing gently with implacable perpetrators of anti-Catholic agendas was never an option. For, even back then, over 40 years ago, the revolution was already so far advanced, the Modernist establishment so entrenched, that walking on eggshells was anathema to me, as to all red-blooded laymen alarmed by the anarchy at play.
Sadly, there weren't enough of us. Far more plentiful were the tepid neo-conservatives whose false-optimism ever indulged the lukewarm Church of Nice and its delusory New Springtime, facilitating its rise by rushing to criticise and distance themselves from those bluntly calling out its apostate overseers. I quickly learned that the English penchant for understatement and consequent aversion to holding treacherous episcopal feet to the fire made matters even worse!
Very shortly after my arrival from Australia in the early-mid 90s, the late Daphne McLeod (RIP) invited me to address a small gathering in central London. Like an Old Testament prophet rolling into town to save the bullied and browbeaten from the unjust rule of ruthless masters ever crying "Peace, peace: when there was no peace" [Jer. 6:14], publicity brochures I distributed with Campion-like bravado proclaimed the take-no-prisoners gist of the talk, which I bluntly titled: "For the Love of God, Call a Spade a Shovel!—Plain speaking for English Catholics".
Following my address, a young Novus Ordo neo-con sidled up and told me off, insisting that the candour I favoured would only upset people and make things worse. She was unmoved by my rejoinder that, on the contrary, false-charity and false-respect never solved anything. I added that she should either get on board with Christ's insistence on plain speech (Matt. 5:37) or get out of the way and let the rest of us say what needed saying to traitorous prelates like Derek Worlock, Basil Hume, David Konstant and all their re-educated priests and functionaries busily deconstructing Catholic faith and identity; effectively razing to the ground the sacred legacy of the saints and martyrs.
Ditto my similar attempt to provoke somnolent Aussie faithful via my book-length case-study of a brutal Modernist demolition of a parish hitherto esteemed for its unity and orthodoxy. Self-published just a few years prior to that London talk, a raft of softer titles more appealing and marketable to lukewarm sensibilities were easily drafted. However, they did not honestly and adequately convey the total nightmare endured by parishioners, leaving no option but to put diplomacy and sales to one side and simply trumpet the dark, unpalatable, funereal truth.
And so Death of a Catholic Parish came to adorn the cover. Although welcome and energising for a steadfast minority sick and tired of pussyfooting around with clerical wreckers, it was jarring and off-putting for the fainthearted majority. And of course it infuriated Modernists. Especially those who emerged from their Sunday Mass-jamborees to find carparks awash with said cover, by way of hundreds of colourful publicity brochures I had placed under their windscreens wipers!
(Those were the days! Back then, such a harmless provocation risked fines. Thirty years on, it would be jailtime for causing emotional & psychological distress. But liberal crybabies were not yet fully armed to destroy cheeky conservatives with 'rights' legislation, so targetted parishes simply had to suck it up. Or, find other means of retribution—as did one furious priest. He got wind that I was residing with a retired priest living within his parishional ambit and exerted such ferocious pressure on my clerical 'landlord' that it forced my rapid relocation for his health's sake!)
But I digress. In the end, both the book's title and equally frank contents fulfilled their tasks of throwing a cat among the pigeons: the cover instantly telegraphing the deadly substitution of Modernism for Catholicism, while the comprehensive documentation within exposed the local ringleaders as exemplars of the universal breed of Roman Protestant ecclesiastics now at war with the Church. At the same time, it garnered the media attention and controversy needed to effect a corporal work of mercy: viz., to alert and instruct the ignorant and confused about the pitiless onward march of the revolution (in its pre-synodal phase).
So, although a financially costly and personally precarious project, I would do it all over again in the same confrontational way: after the fashion of Jeremiah, whose example I made sure to highlight and laud in the early years of my CO editorship. Putting lukewarm readers on notice, as it were, my January 1998 editorial ("Reasonable Men") underlined that Jeremiah was despised by everyone, high and low, for decrying their apostasy, immorality, insincerity, and superificiality: scathing public denunciations that Yahweh Himself repeatedly demanded of him, allowing Jeremiah no respite when he grew weary, fearful, or disheartened.
The arresting title of this penultimate editorial is, thererfore, godly and biblical: one that instantly calls out the whole filthy synodal scam that mocks and crucifies Christ anew. For, if conniving synodalists had not abandoned all faith and reason they would freely admit that the primary sin in SINodality is sodomy. Full stop. Hence "The Sodomal Way" flags at a glance the essence and purpose of its "encounter, "listening", "discernment", "inclusion" claptrap; identifying its primary beneficiaries, and thus its manifest danger to all that our holy religion holds to be good and true, chaste and wholesome — as systematically set forth by the Society of St. Pius X in its uplifting Profession of Catholic Faith carried herein and concluding next month.
How very often down the decades we have covered this relentless homosexual infiltration and colonisation of our holy Church. Today, ecclesiastical sodomy is systemic: a Fifth Column of Filth now openly protected, promoted, and effectively institutionalised under the synodal umbrella; beneath which its rainbow agenda is championed by a reigning pontiff channelling the same evil ideology whispered in his papal ear by the same unclean spirits who informed his wicked predecessor. Unspeakable scandals testify daily to this diabolical influence.
Let us recall once again the testimony of a 'married' sodomite published in the Final Report of one study group of the SINod on SODOMality. He states: "My sexuality isn't a perversion, disorder, or cross; it's a gift from God. I have a happy, healthy marriage and am flourishing as an openly gay Catholic." He goes on at length in the same demonic vein. Cue synodal admiration and applause all round.
God is not mocked! Look around! His Jeremiah-like fury is manifest!
And yet, Leo, His Vicar, is unbothered. Like his curia, he feigns fidelity to Catholic teaching while giving sodomites (including abusers!) free reign to mock and trash it. Indeed, he has just appointed as dean of the College of Cardinals the radically pro-homosexual Cardinal Tagle, no less! Could a pope be more blatantly subversive? More hypocritical?
Last August, German parents in Hamburg experienced this crushing duplicity while dealing with Leo's Dicastery for Culture and Education. CO veterans will recognise the all-too-familiar sequence of events.
Since December 2025, the parents had protested the pro-LGBT sex-education programme set to take binding effect on 20 August in fifteen Catholic schools. They argued that the diocesan guidelines contain material on gender identity, homosexuality, and contraception that promote the deliberate sexualisation of children and young people, undermine or reject the Catholic understanding of sexuality, marriage, and family, and actively promote ideological material concerning sexuality and sexual identity. They also claimed that families were not properly informed about the programme’s content, and that the schools violated diocesan law.
Before that damning litany, the double-dealing Dicastery first flashed its Catholic credentials by pointing to a 2019 Vatican document which rejects modern gender ideology in education, then proceeded to do precisely nothing to stop that very ideology promoted by the Hamburg guidelines from being enforced in Catholic schools. A mockery of parents and the Faith.
The onward march of the sodomites through the corridors of Catholic influence and power was bad enough when it progressed slowly and incrementally with nods and winks. The breathless sprint it has now become—to rapidly complete and secure their takeover while ultra-Modernist popes rule the roost—is infinitely worse: a quantum leap into the liberal abyss opened up by the Council, and a sure sign of God's righteous wrath by way of His winnowing fan (Jer. 15:7); scourging us for our manifold sins.
Thus, with the Vicar of Christ himself now openly pushing sodomy and all the implied doctrinal aberrations brought in its train, we are left with two major questions.
Firstly, what constitutes rock-bottom: how low will the Sodomal Way bring the Church before God intervenes?
Secondly, what manner of intervention will He choose to set things right: Annihilation, or Mercy?
While the former summary corrective seems assured if Leo continues down the deathly Way of Sodom and Gomorrah (Gen 19:24-25), the merciful alternative is always available should he switch to the penitential path of Nineveh (Matt. 12:41).
For now, however, faced with unknown outcomes of fearful queries we each harbour and ponder, let us once again take comfort in the prophecy of St. Nicholas von Flüe (1417-1487), the mighty hermit and patron saint of Switzerland, who at once prepares us for the worst while promising the best:
"The Church will be punished because the majority of her members high and low will become so perverted. The Church will sink deeper and deeper until she at last seems to be extinguished and the succession of Peter and the other apostles to have expired. But after this she will be victoriously exalted in the sight of all doubters."
This final exaltation is the future hope that sustains us: anticipation further bolstered by the uncompromising instruction provided in the following 'interview' with the fearless Cardinal Peter Damian, eleventh century Doctor of the Church, who urged Leo IX to take action against grave ecclesiastical abuses, particularly those related to any form of sexual perversion.
As with Jeremiah, we do well to ask this veritable patron saint of plain speech to help us stand firm against all cowardly cries to call things—especially the synodal thing—other than by their name.