A World Turned Upside Down
Yesterday in compliance with the Friday Church precepts of fast and abstinence I sought out a local Taco Bell ® to get a Seven Layer Burrito® which is one of their few vegetarian menu choices. On entering I of course was looking at the menu board above the counter when a pleasant young voice asked: how can I help you? The voice was distinctly male and that of a younger man as well. Upon looking down at the server I was taken by surprise to see a man in his late teens or early twenties, clearly a man, yet overtly feminine in character and dress. In fact, as I slowly placed my order while scanning this confused and sad creature before me from head to toe I noted many things: first, his long hair had been carefully placed in a neat and tidy bun at the back of his head and was covered with the required hat as per the restaurant sanitation laws of the State. His makeup, yes, he wore makeup… was attentively applied being sure not to over apply. At first glance his sweater and slacks were nothing more than to be expected, but on a closer examination it was clearly feminine in style with the sweater being a fuzzy cashmere and the slacks having a distinctly balloon look of “harem” style. The blouse, at first being benign unisex cotton style, actually buttoned from the opposite side of a male shirt. When taking my cash for the order, he reached out a hand equipped with fake nails of a salmon color, all very trim and well-ordered. In short his attention to detail was impeccable; all was clean, well pressed, and designed to be attractive. Indeed he did achieve this in that he exuded a quite feminine air.
As I picked up my order he gave a warm and winning smile, as any efficient employee would, not feeling in the least uncomfortable in this unfolding Bizarro scene. Now during my 60 odd years of experience I’ve seen the like of this relatively often in the past, especially growing up in New York City, I walked, tray in hand, to my waiting table. I sat facing the counter to enjoy the warmth of the late morning sun on a cold fall day with a view to the now deserted counter as I pondered. As I often do at such an experience, I thought as to how such a freak of normality such as this poor deluded boy can occur, and occur so often in our society. Was there no father figure in his life? Was his mom overbearing and both literally and figuratively “wore the pants in the family”? Was it our contemporary education system that encourages our children and youth to act on impulse to every emotional thought and feeling that enters their still developing brains? Was it the influence of Satan’s finger in the home, i.e. the TV, which presents the “new norm” of various bizarre people and relationships as wholesome and normal? Perhaps and even likely it was some combination of all this! Yet, I couldn’t help but pity this poor deluded soul. As I ate and pondered this latest, yet increasingly ever-present scene in everyday encounters, the lunch-time crowd was filtering into the restaurant. The initial seven or eight patrons were all women and though unrelated and obviously not knowing each other had much in common. Each, as if in the uniform of the day, wore the ubiquitous blue-jeans. Each was at least 30 to 40 pounds overweight, yet poured themselves into these overly tight jeans until they look like an overstuffed pork sausage. Each had a frumpy sweat shirt with a team or commercial logo, or a smart-ass cliché on the front. Their hair was disheveled and overall looked as if they spent all of two minutes in planning today’s wardrobe before running out the door for work. Clearly, they took no pride in their presentation nor had any intention of looking attractive… and they eminently succeeded in doing just that. Indeed, they looked like the cartoon character of the sports pages of the New York newspapers, i.e., Basement Bertha… but she at least wore a dress.
So now here before me stood these nearly ten people; one a man, if I can use the term loosely, and eight or nine women, again loosely defined. This juxtaposition was so intense that all I could do was to put down my remaining lunch and stare aghast at the scene before me. With a slack-jawed look on my face, it dawned on me what I was witnessing was now the norm of our age, and what might have been the norm for our parents and grandparents, that is, clear male and female roles and dress within society, was now regarded as strange and even hateful. I couldn’t help but feel overcome with sorrow and dread that this was the world we would be handing off to our children and grandchildren. The thoughts and emotions of this came overwhelmingly, piling on like the Lincoln Tunnel at rush-hour. How could we protect our kids from this increasingly hostile-to-Christ world? Certainly, we, and our children are being marginalized. Enormous willpower will be required of them not to succumb to the world, the flesh and, the devil in the times ahead.
With the shelter of the orthodox traditional Catholic Faith quickly fading from the increasing capitulation of the SSPX to the Vatican, it is indeed Providential that our beloved priest, Fr. Gerardo Zendejas has come to the aid and protection of his flock. His mission of providing stability and regular weekly Mass and Sacraments to Christ’s floundering sheep in fact fulfills Christ mandate to: feed my sheep. Additionally, for those who accept this shepherding of Christ’s flock, we will once again have a truly parish environment where we can have mutual support for ourselves and our families. Clearly, this new atmosphere will at least go a long way in preventing more souls from falling into confusion and sin.
Meantime, we in addition to forming our own stable chapels of orthodox Catholics under the guidance of prudent pastors must unrelentingly storm heaven with our Rosaries for the Consecration of Russia to the Immaculate Heart, without which no amount of human effort can stave off more errors as related above.
Richard of Danbury, D.S.G.