Steven Rosswurm’s book, The FBI and The Catholic Church, details the Hoover era FBI's efforts to obtain Catholic moles and informants. Remember that until after WWII and it was showed how they joined and fought en masse, Catholics were never part of the WASP mainstream in America.
The FBI's effort was somewhat of a success, in that Communism is antithetical to Catholicism. The result was a theology that made "the enemy of America became the enemy of the Church" when in fact America was the enemy of the Church. Later, the feds would bribe bishops with government grants.
After WWII, the ethnic enclaves of Poles, Italians, Irish, etc. were broken up by the importation of southern Blacks into northern cities and the "urban renewal" projects that put low income public housing projects into those ethnic neighborhoods. Catholics moved to the suburbs, and became atomized consumerist Americans.
After internal changes to the Church, the average Catholic was attending St. McSurburbia with a watered down liturgy. Many left the faith, and/or didn't raise their kids Catholic.
In short, there are far fewer Catholics today. While there is a progressive wing of Catholics today, they are fewer and diminishing, and the trads are in the process of retaking what was lost in the 1960s/1970s as the older generation dies out and their kids never joined the faith.
Unholy, un-whole holes, trying to fix a hole they create.
This is just another act of the pope/anti-pope play put on by Masonic/templar/roisecrucian/maltese/hospitaler/pythian/opus dei et al
are one big Centipede https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouroboros
Break the chain
I had a dream once...a shadow chased me out of a house across the street from my house, and I ran to my house to try and escape him. When I opened the front door, he was already waiting behind the door for me. That really freaked me out, so I ran through the house and out the back door.
I didn't know what to do at that point, so I decided to jump on the roof of the house across the alley. The shadow was still chasing me, and the only thing that was in front of me was the church that I grew up going to. So I took a huge leap and jumped over the church, and the shadow could not follow. In fact, my dream kinda froze and I was viewing myself jumping over the church, like a static image.
I was a Catholic altar boy, but honestly haven't been to church in like twenty years. So perhaps lesson learned. That dream was over thirty years ago, too.
Interdasting. Thanks for the share.