...that the rumours are true! I have a bottle of Bollinger at home, and an ice bucket which hasn't been used since Christmas. O beauteous death of '62 and all the hopes of Traddieland!
The task of regulating, safeguarding and promoting the decorous celebration of the Sacred Liturgy belongs to the diocesan Bishop in each diocese, not the Pope who lives hundreds of miles away. What on earth does the Pope know about Liturgy? Enough to re-write the hymns of the Breviary? Enough to supplant the traditional propers for the feast of St Mary's Assumption with irrelevant and inferior ones with no ancient liturgical witness? Enough that on Ash Wednesday last year the Pope had the Cardinals Deacon in dalmatics rather than folded chasubles? I could go on, but you know the story. I just never cease to be amazed at the liturgical ineptitude of Rome, and disgusted at the sycophancy of Traddies who see Rome as the liturgical sun of the Universe.
You know I wouldn't be so bitter about Summorum Pontificum if Traddies actually implemented it to the letter like good Ultramontanes. Instead you get the hypocrisy of supposed obedience as they quietly get on with their own initiatives about what is for the good of the Church, which in reality is a pick 'n' mix variety of 1950s Liturgy and devotionalism.
Now, I'm off to practice my victory dance before I go to visit my secular friend. It's her turn to entertain me this time...