What would our world be like today if this had happened at Notre Dame? Would we have ISIS, Obamacare, Christian Genocide?
Author and ND alum Thomas O’Toole at FightingIrishThomas.net presents this “Orthodox fiction” – perhaps not fiction?
When it comes to evil prophecies (i.e. Obama elected president, AND today’s news that the spineless president of my Christian alma mater has indeed secured Barack the Butcher to speak at Our Lady’s university), no true prophet likes to be right. However, if even a fraction of my following June 11th, 2008, counter attack comes to pass, I know the Gipper (not to mention Ronald Reagan!) will be happy … and my prayers will have been answered
“By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong …”
-from the song “Woodstock” by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Simply put, if the pro-life forces do not take a major stand when the modernist forces of Obama come to captivate (and capture) Notre Dame some one hundred plus days into his deadly presidency, the battle would be lost. As with Woodstock, a loyal force a “half a million strong” might be necessary, but unlike that counter-culture event, this battle would be better planned. Although the remaining true-to-the-faith students and priests could lay the groundwork, including proclaiming their petition (openly, since Jenkins rarely attends) at the 6:45 p.m. daily grotto rosary recitation, the first group of outside forces would arrive approximately a month before the graduation, under the guise of fans attending the annual Notre Dame spring football game. Known only by their Suffering Irish t-shirts, these several thousand or so loyal Domers would remain at Notre Dame after the game, sheltered by sympathetic students, professors, and even grounds crew. This way, they could gain strategic spots in the stadium, Church and even the Administration Building, including one of the little rooms right beneath the Dome.
And so it would go, with groups of ND loyalists arriving undetected with every subsequent baseball game, lacrosse or tennis match, until the main mass of Mary’s men were in place. Included in this next group would be the special forces of Our Lady’s Army, led by their new commander and recent Catholic convert, General Mike Huckabee. Meanwhile, when D-Day arrived, and thousands more bussed, biked, walked or parachuted their way onto the startled campus, several hundreds of Blessed Mother Teresa’s Missionary of Charity sisters get into line behind the marching graduates, and Bishop D’Arcy, monstrance in hand, appears out of nowhere to lead them. And, because it is still a Catholic school, no one seems to question either occurrence.
As President Obama finally approaches the podium, Bishop D’Arcy rises, and raises the monstrance with the Eucharistic Christ right into Obama’s sight, temporarily befuddling, if not frightening, the puzzled speaker. This allows the sisters to descend upon the stage, and they begin removing something hidden beneath their habits. No, the nuns have not been smuggling guns, but the aborted fetuses of late term abortions—and murdered live births—that Barack’s regime has endorsed, and will soon enforce. As Obama attempts to speak, a voice as if from heaven (but actually Huckabee’s), explains what the sisters are doing, telling the stunned crowd to look inside their programs, where the pro-life forces have inserted a page of all of Obama’s dubious abortion accomplishments. Finally, as Huck’s men silently subdue the Secret Service and the JumboTron focuses on the aborted fetuses, the last nun lays the last broken babe at Obama’s feet and then begins to speak. While the crowd now anticipates an alternative commencement speech, the humble sister instead utters but one simple sentence. “Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me,” she says to the president, and then leaves the stage for good.
At this point, Barack is free to speak, but with the Eucharistic Lord in front of him, the butchered fruit of his labor at his side, and the thousands of protesters now ready to storm the doors, something tells me he cuts his losses and leaves the campus speechless. The evil president flees Notre Dame in shame, while the triumphant forces place a giant wreath of flowers atop Our Lady on the Dome, as thousands cheer the most memorable May crowning ever.
Again, I hope Mr. Obama does not reach the White House, and this all turns out to be entertaining orthodox fiction. But if this vision is neglected and Barack is elected, we must pray to the Son beginning on day one that His Mother’s Notre Dame dream comes true.