I don’t have any idea why, but for the longest time I thought the National Catholic Register wasn’t as bad as the National Catholic Reporter.>I refuse to even refer to the National Catholic Reporter as a Catholic publication, lumping it into the same cesspool category as Religion Digital and Where Peter Is. But, like I say, due to some glitch in the fabric of reality, I thought the Register was slightly more palatable than the Reporter.>That was until a few days ago, when, slightly gorged on news about the SSPX consecrations, I decided to go clean my palate somewhere else than the usual sources I frequent. Suffice it to say, I discovered that cleaning your palate with the Register is like licking the bowl of a public toilet. Maybe I am harsh in my judgement of the Register but I came to this conclusion after I read two articles by Larry Chapp that confirmed his post-conciliar modernist clown status. I mean, let’s face it—even his name sounds like that of a third-rate comedian in a cheap suit telling humorless jokes somewhere in an air-conditionless bar in Las Vegas. I am not even going to discuss them here, but trust me when I say that if you want confirmation that the post-conciliar religion is not only poison to your soul but clearly also to your intellect, you will find the proof in Chapp’s two articles (here and here).

Originally published in Radical Fidelity. Read original article