Doria2 supports indicted Bishop Finn. Doug thinks the bishop was “in over his head”.

Andy P/Doria2’s letter to the bishop:

Dear Bishop Finn,

I am writing from the Archdiocese of New York.

I must say that I thank God for good holy Bishops such as yourself. Yes you will be attacked, but remember what our Lord said, “They will hate you because of Me, but remember, they hated Me first.”

Take the slings and arrows as they are just stepping stones on your way to Paradise and know full well that there are millions of us out here who stand shoulder to shoulder with you as tug boats slowly turning the Barque of Peter back to where it belongs.

God continue to bless you, Your Excellency and keep up the good holy work you have begun.



Doug Lawrence comments:

If the case has any merit, we should expect a protracted legal battle, then a plea bargain, with a token sentence. If not, after a suitable delay, all charges will be dropped.

Bishop Finn is known as a straight shooter, but his own public statements about his personal failings in this matter made him a very easy target for the grand jury, as he admitted everything in advance, and in writing.

That was simply too much temptation for the secular authorities (who obviously DON’T BELIEVE the bishop’s account) to resist … and a very bad move, politically, on Bishop Finn’s part.

The bishop should have simply made a good confession, and kept the rest of the details to himself.

There’s good reason that Jesus, in the Bible, reminds us, “Behold I send you as sheep in the midst of wolves. Be ye therefore wise as serpents and simple as doves. (Matthew 10:16)

The bottom line: Bishop Finn was in, over his head. One way or the other, he mishandled the matter. Now, he must deal with the consequences.

Related links:

Bishop Finn’s email address

Remnant Newspaper Article

As the article in the Remnant says: I ask you all to pray that the truth of the matter comes out swiftly and completely. St. John Fisher, pray for Bishop Finn.

A Couple of Andy’s Favorite Father’s Day stories

When the good Lord was creating fathers, he started with a tall frame.

A female angel nearby said, “What kind of a father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the father up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping”

God smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?”

And when God made a father’s hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said, “Large hands can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats.”

Again God smiled and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child’s face in them.”

Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, “Do you realize you just made a father without a lap?” The angel chuckled.

God said, “A mother needs a lap. A father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.”

When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. “That’s not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?”

God again smiled and said, “They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.” God worked throughout the night, giving the father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.

Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, “Now are you satisfied he can love as much as a mother can?”

The angel said nothing more.

by Erma Bombeck

The Father’s Eyes

This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game.

This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him, but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to.

But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior. All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him. When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.”

Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed. The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game. It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became silent.

Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, “My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?

“The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, “Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.”

Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon.

“Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man.

The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game. But the young man persisted. Finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. All right,” he said. “You can go in.

“Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star.

His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown.

The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you’ve never heard! Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone.

The coach came to him and said, “Kid, I can’t believe it. You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?”

He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, “Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?

“The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, “Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!”

Submitted by Doria2

An Open Letter to Archbishop Timothy Dolan, of New York

I tried posting this on Bishop Dolan’s blog but it was censored.

I seek anyone who knows anyone who can possibly get this to His Excellency as I believe those around him censor his mail. I just have the need to know that he saw this. Can anyone help? Maybe if people I know print it out and mail it to him at 1011 First Ave, NY, NY 10022 it might get to him – thanx – Andy

September 15, 2010 at 6:31 pm

Quote from Catholic New York – “Father Mark Vaillancourt told me of the school’s soaring SAT scores, and that every graduating senior last year went on to college, with the class earning over $12,000,000 in scholarships.”

Your Excellency Bishop Dolan,

I took this quote for a reason as it reminds me of the anger I have at the NY Archdiocesan educational establishment Your Excellency.

My question is, besides these glowing statistics, how many of these students are still Catholic? How many will continue to remain Catholics?

My anger stems from the fact that I have raised three children and along with most of their friends who attended our Catholic schools from grade one through high school and on to college and they graduated as young Catholic eunuchs knowing very little about their faith, believing even less.

My anger is also directed at myself for not seeing what was happening. I mistakenly thought that our schools would teach my children their faith. I was wrong.

I started studying my faith daily close to 30 years ago. No I do not have any degrees, master or otherwise. No Phd’s, no doctorates, just self study. immersion in reading everything Catholic I can find, apologetics (which is sorely lacking in Catholic eduction), The Catechism, the Bible, and most importantly the early Church fathers.

IMO , it’s the \experts\ or too many of them that are killing this Church in the West. They have modernized our Bibles, taught our children Catholicism \light\ and we are paying the price for this lack of good solid orthodox Catholic thought as the original Fathers taught. In the 1950′s over 75% of Catholics attended weekly Mass, now it’s down to less than 25%. Even less confess their sins at all anymore. Of course our culture has changed but the Church was to be unchanging and it changed too.

Surveys show that very few of us believe in the actual Presence of Our Lord in our most holy Eucharist. My daughter once said to me \I knew Communion was special, but nobody ever stressed how important, how awesome, how holy it is until you (speaking to me) stressed it.\ I have a copy of an exam my daughter took at our local IONA College which refers to God as Him/Her. This is outrageous.

I expect our youth to question things. I expect some rebellion, but when the inevitable questions arise we MUST have answers for them and our beautiful Catholic faith supplies these answers through our rich history, our Catechism, and our Bible.

Instead, what we in NY give them is CRITICISM. Literary criticism, form criticism, historical criticism, etc. etc. etc.

They are surrounded with Markan priority, fantasy world Q source theories, and the mythologizing of all Bible study. I have taken these courses I have seen it first hand.

I took what was once called the Denver Bible Study Program in my old parish in Yonkers , NY . I was shocked at what Catholics were being taught. No wonder Protestant Fundamentalist communities are bursting at the seams with former Catholics.

I wrote to Archbishop Chaput in Denver and one of his assistants wrote back and told me that His Excellency unceremoniously dumped this heterodoxy and redid his whole educational establishment.

Now, who gets stuck with this program. That’s right we, in NY are stuck with it. Only now it’s called the NY Catholic Bible Study. I have written to Cardinal Egan, and a few times to you, Your Excelency – Nothing – No response from anyone. Meanwhile, our young adults are leaving in droves, we are closing parishes, we are closing schools. all this while we are experiencing the largest increase in new Catholic immigrants ever from Central and South America . I read where Latinos are now leaving us too. Deja Vu all over again.

I pray, no I beg you to look into these things I have written above. Don’t believe me, see for yourself. You, as Shepherd of one of the largest Archdiocese’s in the world can affect the whole country by what you do. I pray for your courage to do the right thing.

May we, as an Archdiocese one day say that we have lost our last Catholic to groups who target unsuspecting Catholics because they know we are easy prey.

Andrew Piacente aka Doria2 – Yonkers , NY


Doria2’s Report from the Papal Mass at Yankee Stadium

Doria2’s Report from the Papal Mass at Yankee Stadium

Yankee Stadium – 4/20/08

First of all, we heard awhile back that the parish would be receiving a set amount of tickets for Yankee Stadium and there would be a drawing as to who gets to go.

It was the only fair way.

I decided, being that I never win anything, that I wouldn’t even bother. Besides, what are the chances that both my wife Marie and I both would win? Slim and none! And if I can’t go with Marie I just ain’t goin’!

BUT, as Marie would say, I’m thankful for the small miracles that happen in my life everyday. And they DO happen!

Turns out, two good friends, former co-worker and parishioner Gene Marchesi and his wife Julie who works with Marie, sing in a choir that would be singing for the Pope at Yankee Stadium were given two tickets apiece and they graciously gave them to us.

The seats were unbelievable. Right behind the Yankee dugout where Pope Benedict disembarked from the Pope mobile and went to put on his vestments. RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!! We were less than two hundred feet away!

Turns out sadly, that Gene and Julie couldn’t make it because Julie became ill with a bad cold. This was the only downside to the whole day and I will be eternally grateful to them for thinking of us and allowing us to attend this great event. They’re real good people.

I would like to dedicate this story to them, so let’s start at the beginning.

The day started bright and early filed with excitement as my wife Marie and I prepared to go to Yankee Stadium to see His Holiness Benedict XVI.

We were told to be in our parish Church?s parking lot at 9:30 sharp. We arrived at 9:28 only to find that the bus was full!!! Panic time!!! We begged the bus driver to let us stand in the aisle but to no
avail. He told us that he called his dispatcher and that he would send us a mini bus within 30 minutes (there were three others with us, Tom, his wife Janet, and Suzy).

Forty five minutes went by and nothing.

I said a short prayer, “Lord, ya gotta let this happen.”

Within a few minutes a small bus was seen, but going in the opposite direction from where we were standing. It was empty and I strained to see where it was going when it disappeared over the hill. I was saying to myself, “Please make a u-turn, please make a u- turn!!”

Sure enough, it came back down the street BUT it passed us. It stopped at the corner of Tuckahoe Rd. and Central Ave., an intersection that’s known for its long, long street lights. It takes four light changes to get to your light and it was on the first one, so Marie took off running down the street (my knees are shot) caught the bus ,and asked the driver if she was looking for 707 Tuckahoe Rd. and she said yes but she would be back in a few minutes (turns out she had to go to the bathroom).

Now it’s approaching 10 and we were told that Yankee Stadium would be on lock-down at noon.

No one in and no one out … and we figured traffic would be a nightmare. Well, Evie did get back and we loaded up. The first hing she said was, “Just wanna warn you that that I don’t drive like a lady.”

I said Yeeeeah, and step on it! We made it from Central Avenue and Tuckahoe Rd. to the Yankee Stadium exit on the NYS Thruway in under 15 minutes. The security was unbelievable (you would think the Pope was visiting or something).

Anyway, we got out of the bus and had to walk a few blocks to get to the Stadium along with what seemed like an ocean of humanity of all colors, shapes and sizes (that’s Catholicism, folks) buses everywhere, even parked blocks away from the Stadium outside of parking lots.

We arrived at the very crowded front gates and there were metal detectors everywhere, sort of like when you board a plane at an airport. We finally got to the detectors and were told that we had to take all metal out of our pockets. WELLLL, I had keys, Rosaries, rings, necklaces, cell phone, I mean, I was loaded up, emptied my pockets and still had to be frisked with the wand. It was great!!

Ok, we get into the stadium and start looking for our seats. A sea of people around us. I usually get discombobulated in these type of scenes. Thank God Marie was there. She takes stock and will usually get me where I’m going while I’m still reading the ticket and looking around like a 4 year old.

Tom, Janet, and Suzy were in another section. We were to meet outside the Stadium, by the big baseball bat. (But that’s another story).

We found our seats and began to take it all in. Incidentally, we arrived before the bus that we missed. We were there close to an hour before Gene’s son Anthony showed up. You see, God takes care of fools and
idiots like me. So we settled back and started to enjoy.

Me, not being one who was there for the entertainment, told Marie (after Anthony arrived) and was seated, that I’m walking around a bit. I was there for the Pope and could care less that Jose Feliciano and Harry Connick Jr. would sing for the crowd. Warming us up I guess.

As we say in New York, I didn’t need no warmin’ up. I’m going to explore, check out all of the people, buy some souvenirs to be blessed, go to the bathroom … whatever.

I start walking. Lines at the food counters were unbelievable. Must be like a Yankee – Boston game would be like so I decide to use the men’s room and I use the word men cautiously here. I get on line and notice
women were on line too so I look up at the men’s room sign. I figured maybe the “Wo” in women must have fallen off or something. Nope! It said “Men” alright and the people around me were joking that that the
women?s bathrooms were a mad house, and they didn’t care. They were goin’ in the men’s room. OOOOOOOOOk.

I get into the men’s room and there’s this cop saying. “Ok.” Women, cover your eyes and walk this way. Men that way.” It was hilarious.

As I’m walking out I yell out, “OOOOOnly Catholics
could get away with this you know?” … to much laughter.

Now, I get on a line because I underdressed and we were sitting in the shaded part of the stadium and I wanted to buy some kind of shirt or something. Anything. I was freezing.

While on line I see this young priest standing to my right against the wall just watching people go by. He
was dressed like an altar boy but had the gold and white linen around his neck and I say to him, would you mind hearing my confession? (I couldn?t get to confession Saturday because I was at Yonkers Raceway
volunteering for transportation for the kids who were up at St. Joseph’s Seminary).

He said sure, so we took a few minutes and there I was receiving the Sacrament of Confession at gate 21, Main Level, Yankee Stadium. These are things of which legendary stories are made, folks. One for the family archives. Confession at Gate 21 !

Now for something to eat. I pick the shortest line and walk back to my seat and Marie and I shared lunch ? a jumbo bag of popcorn. Plenty of time for eating later.

Well I’m sure most, if not all of you watched on TV as the clergy filed in and our beloved Holy Father made his entrance and celebrated Mass. It was an awesome experience. One moment loud cheering and the next, so quiet one could hear the 57,000 seats squeak as people sat down.

When it came time to receive Holy Communion, I’m thinking, “No way. No way 57,000 people are going to receive.” BUT, they did it. No arguments, no pushing and shoving, everyone waiting patiently ? Catholic folks at their best. It was something to behold.

It took awhile to get out of the stadium and back to the bus, but Evie got us home in record time. I finished the night off in front of the TV with a slice of pizza and a veal parm wedge and watched as Pope
Benedict XVI got onto Shepherd One and took off.

It was a great day and sharing it with Marie made it even more special.

Wish my kids could have been there. It was absolutely awesome.


Full coverage of the Pope’s visit to the U.S.A. here

Doria2 Sounds Off About Dissenters

Doria2 has a lot to say about organizations that claim to be working with the best interests of the Catholic Church in mind, but rarely do:

For the article and related commentary, go here: … New York’s Lower Hudson Valley