Wednesday, July 25, 2012

That's not legionary

I arrived at Candidacy in Cheshire on August 2, 1986. It was late in the candidacy, only about five weeks left. Imagine, just five weeks of preparation to enter into novitiate life. 

From the very first day the strangeness started.  

I was quickly ushered into the life and activities of the other candidates. My first activity with the candidates was a swim in the “pool”. It lasted only a few minutes until the assistant called us in. When I got to the bathrooms I immediately went to relieve myself. A candidate named James walked up to me while I was doing my business and said, “Brother, that’s not legionary”. “What?”, I asked. He said, “Using the urinal is not legionary”.

Not legionary. How strange.

I never understood how a moral judgment, something right or wrong, something permitted or not could be labeled as legionary. It was a term I heard used many times, but opted not to use myself. Instead, I would refer to the norms. But I guess it is a way of expressing how deeply integrated you are with the legionary speak. It also shows how legionaries take possession of universal norms, making them their own.

As for me, whenever I am in a restaurant or at the mall, I make it a point to use the urinal.


  1. I use the urinal everywhere I go. And I make it a point to talk in the bathroom, too.

  2. Did you ever wonder why they had urinals in the bathroom if you weren't supposed to use them?

  3. Yeah, I too make it a point to use the urinal and talk loudly while in the restroom. The urinal norm is a tiny red flag that demonstrates the Legion's horribly twisted view of sexuality and the human body. I honestly never thought twice about going pee until I entered the Legion and then was forced to wonder why they wouldn't want us to use urinals.

    -Dan T.

  4. Fr John,

    I'm an LC Brother, and I really like your blog. You're definitely in my prayers (and not in the oldschool way, meaning that "I hope God has mercy on your soul for having left His only Begotten family, the Legion: the Church's only and last instrument of salvation") but in a real, sincere, and brotherly way. I have a Diocesan priest in the family, and I know that he's worked, suffered and loved FAR MORE than most Legionaries I've met, who apparently are supposed to be the gung-ho Marines of the Church who never sleep or eat. Since your parish is dedicated to Our Lady, please say a prayer for me, so that she can enlighten me. God bless you, and all of your work.


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