Caution: Working for the Cult May be Hazardous to Your Health

In his Dec. 9, 2017 ‘Corner, Dannie Dolan reported that one of SGG’s long-time “sacristan” helpers (Katie Bischak) had fallen (while working at the cult center) and seriously injured herself: “Our hearts, our prayers, our intentions were all given to Katie Bischak, our devoted sacristan, this past week. Katie fell in the sacristy on Monday and broke several bones, necessitating surgery. During the operation, she had a stroke, and fell into a coma. We are praying for her all the way through. Pray with us to St. Joseph, Katie’s special saint. She would need a miracle to recover, or the grace of a happy death.”

As Dannie noted, she “broke several bones, necessitating surgery.”  Sadly, she died a few weeks later.  In his December 31 ’Corner, Dannie noted that she died, and that she was buried from SGG: “The church was full on Friday for another Pontifical Mass, this one a Requiem to lay our dear friend and sacristan to rest.”  He then went on to thank those who afterwards were “stepping forward to help with the always heavy sacristy workload for a bishop and four priests.”   Lastly, let us mention that, in his Dec. 24 ‘’Corner, Dannie thanked all the cult slaves who helped put up SGG’s Christmas decorations: “A quiet, cheerful, prayerful spirit made our church decorating seem almost effortless this year, although it certainly is not. God bless our workers.”

Now we are not certain whether Miss Bischak was putting up Christmas decorations at the time when she fell, but it doesn’t matter.  The point is that she, a 74 year-old woman, was undoubtedly at a considerable height when she fell – considerable enough that she “broke several bones” -- and considerable enough to culminate in her death a week or so later.  This is a risk that a 74 year-old shouldn’t even be asked to take.  The fact that Dannie could even permit – much less, expect -- a septuagenarian to take such an unnecessary risk borders on criminal negligence.  But Dannie doesn’t care.  As he opined in his ’Corner, one could simply hold out hope for “a miracle to recover” or “the grace of a happy death.”  Oh, Dannie, how magnanimous you are to proffer two such “attractive” alternatives!¹

How is it, we wonder, that Dannie’s band of hapless milquetoasts – McFaker, Lurch, and the Forlorn Finn – couldn’t trouble themselves with such “arduous tasks”?  How is it that these men, all young, well-fed, and healthy, were unable to perform such work, but had to rely on a 74 year-old woman to risk her life – make that, LOSE her life – because doing such work was “too much” for these wimps (or “beneath their priestly dignity”)?  Why was it “appropriate” to expect this 74 year-old woman to do such work, and not these able-bodied young men?  Is it because their lives are more “precious” than hers?  But aren’t “good shepherds” supposed to take care of their sheep?  Tell us, Dannie: do “good shepherds” ask their “sheep” to risk life and limb for them?  Isn’t it “the other way around”: that a good shepherd is supposed to lay down his life for his sheep?   Or were those words of our Lord’s just so much empty rhetoric?

The answer to all these questions is simple: Dannie is NOT a good shepherd.  He is a hireling.  Mrs. Bischak certainly wasn’t the first to take such risks for Dannie, nor will she be the last.  Dannie habitually has his Gerties take needless risks for him – those “Christmas decoration” helpers, for instance.  Every year, they, too, take grossly unnecessary risks in “helping out.”  (They’ve been doing so for decades.)  Look at the picture of SGG all gussied up for Christmas (click here).  Note the decorative lights hanging from the ceiling.  These are about twenty feet (seven meters) or so in height – high enough to cause a fatality if someone fell from that altitude.  We can’t tell from the picture if there were any other decorations put up at that height; but in the past, there were plenty of them at such heights, all put up by people on ladders.²

The real miracle, though, is that more people haven’t been injured before now, as Miss Bischak was.  In the past, here have been many “accidents” where the injuries either went unreported and/or weren’t considered “serious” enough to report – and there were even more “close calls.”  But that doesn’t matter to Dannie.  For him, Gerties are “expendable.”  There is always is more “fodder” where they came from.  (And they did come: as Dannie expressed in his Dec. 24 ‘’Corner [after Miss Bischak died], he was thankful “to those who are stepping forward to help with the always heavy sacristy workload.”)

Now one might think that Miss Bischak’s death would have given Dannie sobering pause, and made him seriously reflect on the unnecessary risk at which he was putting his Gerties by having them do such frivolous “make-work” tasks – like putting up all those gaudy, over-the-top Christmas decorations he expects every year.³  One might think that Dannie would, instead, take a solemn vow NEVER to put anyone at such risk ever again – and to beg God’s forgiveness for having done so in the past.  But not Dannie: God forbid that he should ever feel any remorse or regret for what happened to Miss Bischak – much less, to admit any wrongdoing in the matter.

As Pistrina reported last week (click here), an announcement was sent out from SGG regarding the details of Miss Bischak’s funeral -- and dispensing (from the Friday abstinence) anyone who showed up for the funeral (which was on a Friday).  The fact that Dannie thought he had to grant a “dispensation” in order to get enough people to show up is a testament to his insecurity (and the fact that he’s losing his grip on the Gerties).  But it’s also an indication that his main interest was not so much Miss Bischak herself, but simply “filling up the pews” for her funeral – to impress her family and friends, no doubt.  In fact, it shows that he held Miss Bischak in so little esteem that he felt he had to use a “dispensation” as bait to bribe people into coming.  (Another reason for the “dispensation,” of course, was to allow Carnivorous Dan to satisfy his lust for pigging out on “copious quantities of meat” -- and The Farm was a perfect venue for doing this.)⁴ 

The fact is, Dannie hasn’t much esteem for anybody.  His Gerties are not so much his parishioners as they are, again, his fodder – to do with what he will.  His “caring” about them extends only to the point of what they can do for him.  And he can always count on (and expect) an ample supply of Gerties to “throw into the breech” to put on his “show” for him – no matter what the risk.  But can he?  Although, in the short run, some Gerties came “stepping forward to help” after that woman’s accident, how many will be there for the long-term?  Not many, we wager. 

And who could blame them?  They all saw what happened to Miss Bischak – and how all Dannie could muster at her untimely death was to lamely volunteer: “Her warm and friendly presence will be missed.”  How, we wonder, can Dannie sleep at night, knowing that this woman died -- needlessly and before her time – just to gratify his insatiable appetite for gaudy, over-the-top decorations?  The truth is, Dannie has no trouble sleeping – because he has no conscience.  The woman was undoubtedly tired (and performing an undeniably unsafe act) when she had her (ultimately fatal) fall.  But Dannie doesn’t care: Dannie loves to see women endlessly toiling away on useless, make-work projects.⁵ 

By now, the Gerties should surely be asking themselves this: Why risk life and limb, year after year, just for some token (and empty) words of praise from Disingenuous Dan?  Why do all of this, just for an invite to his yearly “pat-on-the-back” (his once-a-year serf appreciation party held on Epiphany)?  By now, his Gerties should surely be thinking twice before risking their necks “volunteering” from here on – just for a few crummy pancakes (or scrambled eggs) once a year. ⁶  Perhaps, now, they’ll realize (at long last) that Dannie’s intentions – just like those “dispensations” he divvies out -- are as phony as the proverbial “three-dollar bill.”

We all know that we must eventually die – but not the way Mrs. Bischak did: performing one of the many dangerous “make-work” tasks that the mitered maggot routinely invents for his slaves to do -- just to appease his insatiable lust for superfluous frills and frippery.  Her death was so needless, so pointless – so AVOIDABLE.  Gerties, it’s time to stop risking life and limb (and your wallet) for this wretch.  Listen to what your gut’s surely been telling you for some time now: that Dannie really doesn't care about you [[ and that he's out to exploit you, not to save your soul.  Don’t become another one of Dannie’s “statistics”: “used, abused, and discarded” – or perhaps, as in Miss Bischak’s case, dead.  Don’t enable Dannie’s “risky business” by putting yourself at risk.  Remove that risk -- by putting Dannie and his “show” out of business.  Withhold your money (and your labor), and…

Starve the beast!

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¹ Yes, that’s right: Dannie, with his usual vacuous sanctimony, actually proffered those two alternatives: “a miracle to recover” or “the grace of a happy death”!  But tell us, Dannie: what kind of “miracle recovery” did she have to look forward to?  If her mangled body somehow “recovered” – with her (most probably) confined to a wheel-chair (and/or facing chronic pain for the rest of her life) -- what kind of “miracle” would you call that”?  Would you then piously suggest another “alternative”: that she “offer it up”?

² We recall seeing Bernie Brueggeman (then in his upper seventies), standing atop a 25 or 30-foot ladder, needlessly risking his life stringing garlanding around and along the windows on either side of the church.  (At some point, the ladders were replaced by rented “scissors lifts” used to get people up to that height, making the job less dangerous.)  Whether that is still the case, we do not know.  But the fact that Dannie had people take such needless risks at all is deplorable.  And, whether or not “lifts” still replace ladders in those instances, there are still many other instances where they do not – and where ladders are still used.  Again, putting people at such risk is deplorable – but, again, Dannie doesn’t care.  If they fall down and break their necks, no problem!  Dannie can simply wish them the enviable choice of “a miracle to recover” or “the grace of a happy death.” 

³ This, of course, is to make SGG look “good in the brochure” – that is, on its website.  (Dannie is always looking for an “impressive” picture to put on SGG’s website, to make it look more “Catholic” for all of his “cyber suckers.”)

⁴ Carnivorous Dan LOVES his meat.  That’s why he likes to skip off to México lindo  during Lent – to take advantage of their relaxed fast and abstinence rules (that is, their complete lack thereof).  We weren’t sure why Dannie would “dispense” abstinence just for a parishioner’s funeral – except that The Farm is noted for its excellent hot buffet, including fried chicken, and standing round of carved roast beef and baked ham (but no fish).  Our guess was that Dannie didn’t want to miss out on such a meat-lovers’ feeding frenzy, so he opted for the “dispensation.”

But of all the venues for a luncheon, why The Farm?  For a Friday funeral for a long-time “traditional Catholic,” why pick a place where fish is conspicuously absent from the menu?  So, again, why The Farm?  Let’s make an educated guess:  Simple.  Dannie didn’t pick it (nor did he pay for it).  It was probably chosen (and paid for) by Katie’s relatives, who were (just as probably) Novus Ordo.  (Katie never married, and hence had no children; plus, there were no other “Bischaks” on SGG’s parish register except a long-deceased “Nicholas.”  Therefore, any “relatives” of hers were probably Novus Ordo nieces and nephews, who couldn’t care less about “Friday abstinence.”)  And that, coupled with the fact that Katie and all her relatives were “west-siders” (residents of Cincinnati’s west side) – plus the fact that The Farm is a long-standing west side fixture – made it the logical choice for the luncheon venue.

Of course, if Dannie had paid, he would’ve picked a place where fish was offered -- thus eliminating the need for fabricating any “dispensation.”  But he didn’t, did he?  Besides, when has Dannie ever paid for a parishioner’s funeral luncheon?  Never.  It’s always the other way around: the deceased’s relatives pay – and pay dearly -- both for the “Mass” and for the bash afterwards.  [So, rest assured, Dannie didn’t pay for the affair.  After all, if he only gave his loyal Gerties a crummy pancakes and scrambled eggs breakfast as “reward” for year-long toil, why on earth would he spring for a $15-a-plate funeral luncheon for a crowd of Novus Ordo strangers?]  But how to get around the “Friday” thing?

Simple.  Just “gin up” a phony “dispensation” to “fix it.”  So Dannie – instead of doing the “Catholic” thing – did the expedient, “human respect” thing (aka, “the coward’s way out”), and acquiesced to the venue selection, even though it meant prostituting his [non-existent] “principles” (and then invoking his phony “dispensation” to “justify” it all).  Another reason for him to acquiesce was that, for Dannie and his entourage, they got to “free-load” off these Novus Ordo relatives who, we repeat, most certainly paid for the luncheon. Ironic, isn’t it: Dannie can routinely refuse the sacraments (including last rights and Requiems) to Novus Ordites -- but is not above accepting free food from them (and trashing traditional abstinence rules so that he and other “traditional Catholics” can partake in the freebies)!  [So much for the Mitered Maggot’s “principles”!]

⁵ That’s the misogynist in him.  Dannie has a long and storied history of misogyny, especially for women who are sacristans: he has had at least three of them (and perhaps more) quit on him and leave SGG so far -- one with a nervous breakdown.  (See The Cult Masters: Misogynists – and More.)

⁶ Yes, that’s what they got this time for their year-long toil: a breakfast.  In the past, Dannie would hold an “appreciation dinner” for them (provided they sat through the obligatory pontifical extravaganza beforehand, that is).  This year, however, the “party” was downgraded to a breakfast: “Epiphany falls on First Saturday, after the All Night Adoration. The special time of 8 AM will see the Epiphany Adoration end with a Solemn High Mass before the Blessed Sacrament Exposed. Afterwards, there’s breakfast for everybody in Helfta Hall.”  Note, however, that the Gerties still had to sit through a “Solemn High Mass” (at which, we hope, a collection was not taken up) before getting their “free” breakfast.