Suppressio Veri, Suggestio Falsi Department (from which title the author wanders at length)
From Fr Z's blog:
Boy, howdy. The Church of Nice gets more open and inclusive by the minute.
But The Inn should still be safe. Relatively safe. We are, after all, not a cleric and very unlikely to be on any episcopal radar screens. And, of course, nobody else in or out of holy orders knows The Inn is here anyway. That might be remedied if I ever got round to posting something on any sort of regular basis. But I haven't, so it hasn't been, and so most of the traffic comes from occasional visitors who googled drawings from old missals or biographies of saints posted in 2005.
I suppose if I actually wrote as obstreperously as I think, perhaps I would annoy more people. And at one time I probably did. When The Inn first showed up, weblogs with a Catholic point of view were still pretty thin on the ground. And ones with a traditional focus even more so. But that was a dozen years ago. There's a lot more out there now and weblogs are doing a lot more things than I ever could and doing it a lot better than I could ever attempt. When you have blogs like Rorate Cæli, Creative Minority Report, and Orwell's Picnic (to name just my favourites) you don't really need The Inn to chime in on a regular basis to say "Me, too!" Oh, and The Remnant has been expanding its web presence making it a regular stop.
And so you get a lot of piping and some Scottish dancing. And tea. And . . . hmmm . . .where was I? Oh, yes. Deacon Nick's blog was suppressed the other day by his bishop. (Yeah, yeah, I know: he abstained for a period of reflection. Right.) Read the rest at Fr Z's site, which also links to Deacon Nick's site.
(Some day I'm going to wander so far off the topic I'll never find my way back. Contrary to all appearances my muse is not Laurence Sterne and The Inn is not a sort of updated Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy.)