Meet President Trump, The Myth-Slayer

Once again, the Great President took it on himself to expose the myth of the Religion Of Doom and tell the planet that the dangerous fantasies of its priests aim at the total domination of the world population.

This was not only very beautiful and eloquent in itself. It was more beautiful, because the attack was carried out in the very lair of the Globalist Wolf. A wolf cosily sipping champagne and flying private jet, I admit, but a wolf nevertheless. How about this:

These alarmists always demand the same thing – absolute power to dominate, transform and control every aspect of our lives.

Trump is expressing – in his usual, robust way – what many thinks. He speaks for the hard working, no-nonsense people.

He is also a powerful voice against atheism, then the fantasy of a world about to self-destruct because of the number of souls living in it, and because of the “effect ” of too much of two of its most common components (carbon and oxygen) is a blasphemy, beside being dumb beyond word. If these people believe in God (which they don’t: and why no-one ever asks little Greta, or rather her father, about that?), they must believe in some dumb creator, extremely poor at planning, working with second-class material, unable to make a house for His creatures they would not destroy not with apocalyptic wars, but simply by living. The godlessness is on par with the stupidity.

Imagine now if Hillary had been elected. The activism would be deafening, at least in words; and the action, whilst relatively limited, would still cause great damage to the world’s economy.

Trump went to Davos like a voice of reason preaching to the inmate of the madhouse; and he did it not so that the madman get sane (the real madmen won’t; those who stand to profit from the Madness Economy have no interest in changing), but so that the sane recognise the madhouse.

Thank God for this great man.

Munich, Part Two

I have published very recently a short post about my satisfaction with the events in Munich. I would like to expand on this with a couple of personal considerations.

I do not think that it is necessary to #unitetheclans. We are all united in Christ, and it is from Christ that we get our strength. We do not need to become a counter church and in fact, such an event would be very dangerous as it would really, really lead many to schism.

Also, we do not need a charismatic lay leader, a Joan of Arc taking the lead and being followed by a faithful army. The heretic are not wreaking havoc because they are better organised. They are wreaking havoc because they are in power.

The resistance to heresy is not doing poorly. It is doing wonderfully, and I think that in centuries to come – and, of course, in heaven – this will be duly honoured. In fact, this resistance has managed to become of common knowledge among tepid Catholics and even heretics because of their untiring defence of orthodoxy. We don’t need a supreme commander because we don”t need to invade the Vatican, and for what we need- the return of sanity at the moment God appoints – we are doing quite fine.

We should welcome the Munich initiative. We should welcome every other initiative of the sort. We should welcome every rosary crusade and dissident interview. We should welcome any bishop who dares to say the truth. The one thing we should not be concerned about is having a Resistance Supremo, or a Resistance Party. Let everyone fight for Christ as he knows best. I think this is what is expected from the Laity now.

And the Clergy? The Clergy has largely abandoned us. When God wants to send us a new Athanasius, he will appear. For the moment, it looks like we haven’t deserved him. But in the fourth Century the Laity did not wait for Athanasius, either.

This time is no different.

Munich

I read about the event in Munich and I was, actually, pleased.

If the #unitetheclans stuff is important to you, you will be pleased to see that several groups were involved. No, not everybody was informed. Honestly, I would not be offended by it.

The organisers will have had their reasons to make of this an event restricted to certain groups. The fact is, they were and are under no obligation to have all the world participate. Some would have organised this in a different way, and they are free to organise everything they want, and invite whomever they want.

The event was a success. The Archdiocese was surprised, Archbishop Vigano’ made an appearance, the Catholic world is talking about it.

I am not sure it is wise to complain because one was not invited.

If anyone talks about egos colouring the event, I would wonder about his ego. Was it so important that everybody is there? Trad Catholics don’t want to be a counter church. They don’t need to be monolithic. What they need to do, is to voice their disapproval. God in Heaven, who sees them all, will one day cause the effort of them all to come to fruition.

I am thankful for this event and would like to express my gratitude to all those who have taken part.

Benedictus Augustulus

In another day of quite astonishing revelations, we were informed by Archbishop Vigano’ that in 2011 (that is: when Benedict was still Pope), Benedict candidly admitted to Vigano’ that Archbishop Gaenswein prevented him from reading an entire dossier. 

The mind boggles at such weakness, incompetence, or outright corruption.

Benedict was in charge in 2011; but apparently, he was just the little coward he is now. He knew that people near to him kept very important information from him and, instead of firing Gaenswein in 3 seconds straight, he did exactly nothing. Romulus “Augustulus” appears like a giant compared to this one.

I do not see any alternative to one of these scenarios:

  1. Benedict was so incompetent and weak, that he could not bring himself to get rid of an obviously traitorous and scheming subordinate. This is a pathological weakness, a real inability to function as an adult man.
  2. Benedict lied to Vigano’, stating that he had not received the dossier because he knew that Vigano’ has contacted him to request action; and Benedict wasn’t, and isn’t, a man of action.
  3. Gaenswein has some terrible secret on Benedict, which allows him to remote-control an obviously quite remote-controllable man.
  4. Gaenswein and Benedict have some horrible secret together.

The tale of the Benedict “prisoner in the Vatican” is clearly absurd. The man can quite obviously freely communicate with Cardinals and publishing houses ad libitum. There is absolutely nothing that indicates that he be restricted in his communications. He would be able to alert the Cardinal, or whoever else, of any coercion on his person in absolutely no time. Also, a person kept “prisoner” is not allowed to co-authors entire books, which could be harmful to his jailers.

Similarly, kindly refrain from the legends about Benedict’s life being in danger, or the homo mafia wanting to kill him. With a very old, frail man living the other side of the garden, the possibilities for foul play are endless. Still, after almost seven years the man is still alive and kicking. This is quite a disaster as a murder squad.

No, the latest revelation abundantly shows what an astonishingly ineffective man Ratzinger always was, how easily controllable and manipulated he was when he was the Pope.

In my eyes, this puts his famous statements when he was elected in a quite sinister light: the man knew that he was weak, and would flee in front of the wolves; but he also was too weak to refuse the job in the first place. 

What a tragedy, and what a failure.

Pray for poor Benedict. There are a lot of people in the Vatican worse than him.

But I doubt that there is another one so pathologically ineffective and weak.

 

 

 

 

 

Bookgate: Reality Wins

Reality taught the “Vatican Bizarro World” a good lesson today.

Ignatius Press said that they will print and market the book as joint authorship Cardinal Sarah/ Pontiff Emeritus Ratzinger. Why? Because these are the facts, the reality on the ground, as evidenced by several letters of Cardinal Sarah and all the internal correspondence of the publisher.

So, why all the ruckus? To look like the idiots they are, all three of them.

Francis, who has allegedly put Benedict/Gaenswein/both under pressure to “recant”, looks like a perfect nincompoop: the clamour around the book only helped to make known to more people that Benedict actually published a book going against Francis, and approved every part of it.

Gaenswein looks like an idiot, for making claims destroyed by… reality in a matter of hours. At his age, you would expect that he knows better than to lick Francis’ boots for the sake of a smokescreen, so soon dissolved.

Benedict looks like… a Benedict. A guy that tries to talk tough, and then shuts his mouth when it is clear that his tough talk actually puts him in a difficult spot. At 94, you would think his fear to be poisoned is quite limited. Actually, at 94 one could almost “hope” to be poisoned for the faith. Very “cheap” martyrdom, if you ask me. Not pleasant, I agree. But a Pope should actually embrace the possibility.

I am still awaiting Benedict’s statement that he is nothing to do with Gaenswein’s initiative. My suspicion is that I will wait forever. This makes Benedict an accomplice of Francis and Gaenswein, both of whom he clearly put before Christ and His Church.

I would like that someone would explain this to me: how is it that when Francis does not correct anyone (say: Eugenio Scalfari) attributing outlandish stuff to him, we all consider Francis responsible for what he has not corrected, but the same metre never seems to apply to Benedict? Why must a man so obviously “there” with his head (though obviously very frail physically now) be exempted from avoiding scandal to be spread in his name? He can communicate at anytime with anyone, apparently?

In the end, reality always wins. In this case, Francis’ “spitted-flecked nutty” made three people look bad, but did not change the legal and factual reality on the ground.

Refreshing, for once, to see a publishing house publicly – if implicitly – rebuke two Popes and an Archbishop. It will teach them to take reality more seriously in future.

As for Benedict: boy, what a shame. At his age, and clearly in full possession of his faculties (read the letters to Cardinal Sarah), he offers this show of betaness.

Sad. So sad.

If Catholics had been told, 100 years ago, that, one day, a Pope would try to have his authorship of truth removed when the truth turned out to be offensive, they would have considered it the circus trick of the year.

This is now a circus we have to live with every day.

 

 

Pray For Poor, Tragic, Weak Benedict

It was only yesterday when I compared Benedict to a Danton of Francis’ Robespierre: both very bad, but one recognisably worse than the other.

Today, another bomb: Benedict* substantially denies paternity of the book he has co-authored*.

This is vintage Benedict: “I want to do the right thing. But when it attracts criticism or there is a big fight brewing, you’ll see me running away like a Bavarian hare”.

This is the guy who commissioned a brutal study to investigate homosexuality in the Church and, when he had the truth dished to him, preferred to quit rather than fight the fight obviously in front of him. This is the guy who first issued Summorum Pontificum and then watched as the measure was boycotted the world over. This is the guy who gave off a whiff of Catholicism, whilst continuing to appoint atrocious bishops. This is the guy who tried to distance himself from JP II’s ecumenism, but then had to make another scandalous Assisi gathering. This is, finally, the Emeritus who is never short of some vaguely sounding conservative noise, until the game gets tough.  Then he does what he always did in life: abandon the fight, for fear of the wolves.

I add another trait of Benedict that some of you might not be aware of: he is as gregarious as even a German can be. He never rocks the boat. He never does the controversial thing. He may try, at times; but when his actions cause controversy, he just surrenders. He goes with the flow. He is the very antithesis of a shepherd. This one was born sheep.

Benedict* has gravely insulted Cardinal Sarah and the intelligence of every sound Catholic. The very idea that a book (with all the legal implication of the matter) might be ready for publishing, with date announced, without him controlling every detail, from the text to the authorship to the title to the book cover, is just stupid. The publisher and the Cardinal have already exposed him as, I must say, a coward and a liar*.

It really is sad to behold.

At the age of 94, Benedict keeps doing it wrong, and he keeps being misled into appeasing everything and everyone, but Christ.

Sinner as I am, I seriously would not want to be him when he dies.

He will be remembered as a tragic, weak figure. A Paul VI on steroids, but with more erudition.

Pray for the poor guy.

He might not understand the situation he is in, but we do.

 

*as always: it does not matter that Gaenswein said it. If Benedict does not correct him, he owns what Gaenswein said.

Danton Emeritus Speaks

The news is everywhere that a book is about to be published, in which the Emeritus frontally attacks the Amazon Synod plans for married priests. This, from the background of an expected Excrementation from Francis, which is expected to use oblique words to allow the praxis to be introduced by those who want to introduce it, without Francis having to admit that he wants them to. Perhaps, who knows, using footnotes.

This is an interesting development, because the Emeritus has, up to now, lavished his successor with V II praise, whilst paying attention that he himself is always seen as a tad more Catholic than the other. This time, it won’t be so easy.

Benedict’s cry is the cry of the Vatican II man, who does not want a V III. But Benedict is every bit a part of the problem, so kettles and pot come to mind. Granted, the Emeritus is on the right side here. Still, I won’t praise Danton just because of Robespierre.

The Emeritus has never denounced Francis as a heretic. This is like Dr Frankenstein watching his creature in horror. I invite all of my readers to keep a fundamental fact in mind: without the Conciliar Popes there would be no Francis, because V II is the beginning of the slippery slope that must lead to reverse gear or chaos. I wonder if Benedict got this in the end, and frankly I doubt.

I wonder if Francis will now wait for Benedict’s death before publishing his Excrementation. I doubt he will show this modicum of tact. What I suspect, is that the Excrementation will be published soon, and will be a middle finger shown to Benedict, too.

What a tragic figure, this Benedict. Too weak to be orthodox, but still too Catholic to be loved by the world. Without the nerve to embrace the fight Providence has given to him, and choosing to retire rather than fight the homo mafia. Too German to rock the boat when the monstrosity of Francis’ pontificate became clear to him. Too insecure, and unwilling to be called a Celestino, therefore keeping habit and title (of sort) and engendering more confusion. Benedict, like Paul VI, specialised in occasional right acts in the middle of a vast subservience to the wrong ones, his desire to do good always hampered by the awareness of the problems this would create for him. Now, at the end of his life, he gives us another trinket. But it is fairly little, and mighty late.

Danton is dying. Robespierre is thriving (for now).

I want the end of the revolution, and the condemnation of both.

Chaos On The Roads

The holy farter, aka Evil Clown, has now instituted a yearly “Bible Day” in order to appear…Protestant, with the argument that too many Bibles in Catholic households collect dust. All of it , obviously mixed with usual claptrap about rediscovering the freshness and the surprise of the Bible, and you see oncd again whiff of that heretical “spirit” behind all that Francis does.

It would certainly be good to read the Bible in well-instructed Catholic households, as they would naturally read the text in the proper way and constantly use their knowledge as a compass in their navigation of the texts. However, this haphazard “let’s read the Bible” from not properly instructed Catholics can too easily become a buffet, from which the uninformed believer extracts exactly what he likes, without putting it in the proper context. This would be very dangerous because, as we all know, even the devil can quote from the Bible.

The same mentality lurks every time someone says that we need to “discover” the message of the Bible.

Look, pal: the message is well known, it has been there for two thousand years, and it is not what you hoped it would be.

Francis and his ilk want to fundamentally transform Catholicism and plunge it into utter chaos. The modifications to the catechisms are one way of doing it. The invitation to just ignore the doctrine and jump straight to the sacred texts is another.

And then there is this Protestant attitude emerging. This undercurrent of “It’s me and my buddy, Jesus, alone”. Doesn’t it match beautifully with the “discernment” of the adulterers as to whether they should receive?

It does not work that way.

The depositum fidei comes first. Sacred scriptures are read in the sense given to them by the depositum fidei. The Church was there before the New Testament. The Church decided what constitutes the New Testament. There is a logical succession and ranking between them.

Francis want people to drive, who have forgotten the Highway Code.

This is exactly the attitude of the one who wants chaos on the roads.

And he is supposed to be Catholic, for crying out loud.

“Legal Fiction Based On Pseudoscience”: First Non-Binary Individual De-Non-Binarises Himself

I had to look to know what “non-binary” is supposed to mean, and even after looking I was not persuaded I had understood what it apparently means. What is clear is that there was one particular guy, called James Shupe, who was the first to be officially declared “non-binary”. Meaning, I think, that when he woke up in the morning he had to decide what “gender” he was that day, or that his gender is not what everybody sees it obviously is; one of the two.

It appears now that James Shupe has officially de-non-binarised himself.  

So, the first guy who, very officially didn’t know, now very officially knows and, having looked with great attention between his legs, has gone back to his authorities and has demanded that he be declared – for everybody to finally realise – a man.

Mister Sherlock Shupe has come to this realisation after discovering faith, and I really hope the guy stays on the right path. But I notice that Mr Shupe is on record with the following:

“I was indoctrinated to believe that I had this thing called a gender identity and that suppressing it was causing my mental health problems,” he added. “It was all a lie.”

So, a person with obvious mental problems is allowed to quarrel with the authorities of his land to have something “declared” that he thinks “helps”with whatever (a lot) is screwed in his head. With this train of thought, he could have been persuaded that he had the right to be officially declared God, or an elephant, and have this officially declared in his passport, because it helps him in the fight against depression.

It seems that Mr Shupe now feels better:

“I am and have always been male,” he said. “That is my biological truth, the only thing capable of grounding me to reality.”

This blatant banality is, nowadays, worthy of a headline and a quote. Biological Truth might actually become a “racist expression” at some point.

I wonder if Mr Shupe would have sued anyone who, in his Mssss Shupe phase, called him….. the way he absolutely wants to be called now. He is likely aware at this point that he has been instrumental in the most colossal attempt at silencing free speech, and even free thought, ever experienced in the West; an attempt that is still going on, though it is clear it will ultimately fail as the absurdity of this gender madness hit the populace where it hurts (female athletes, say).

Now, I am trying to have sympathy for Mr Shupe. It may be that he has finally seen the light. His clear statement, that the gender ideology is evil, and the fact that he now lives with his wife, might indicate that he also rejects his own (past, I hope) homosexuality, though he does not explicitly say so. However, we are here in front of what appears to have been, for a long time, a seriously deranged individual, and it will take a long time to be assured that this is not just a phase of sanity before the next jump in the parallel universe in which many of these people have decided to live, inflicting their fantasy world on all of us.

My take is: whenever you see an individual apparently coming back to sanity, hope he stays that way, but never cease wondering how the opinion of deranged individuals were allowed to be declared as parallel truths, to be followed by everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

Undertanding Trump: Short Post For The Benefit Of Misguided Liberals

President Trump has, in his most recent trip to Florida, chose to meet Evangelical Christians. Now, it is obviously wrong to be evangelical. However, the meeting is important because it shows that Trump does not make apologies for his Christian stance, and wants all Christians to know.

Liberals (and bad Christians), don’t understand Trump’s appeal for Christians. To them, the personal morality and history of Trump is what should come first. If Trump is shown to be below the lofty standards they have set for him, almost one million babies a year will have to be legally slaughtered in the womb of their respective mothers, because we can’t run the risk of looking bad, can we?

True Christian think and act – and vote – differently. If Trump appoints judges far better and more qualified than the political agitators preferred by Obama, he is their man, because they have their priorities in order.

Trump speaks to sound Americans, with sound beliefs, and with a no-nonsense approach to their Christian life. If they can make abortion illegal or more difficult to obtain, and protect religion freedom from the tyrannical ideology of the Left, they will choose the man who can deliver for them as much as he can.

This is why Trump keeps winning, and the Liberals keep losing.

They don’t understand his success, because they don’t know the world they live in.

They prefer to see the world through the eyes of retarded adolescents and scrounging bogus “scientist” instead.

Bending The Knee

Thd holy farter, aka Evil Clown, has given a sermon on the occasion of the Feast of the Epiphany. I want to help my readers to have their own epiphany about the nature of this quite remarkable individual.

I utterly and completely refuse to believe that Francis encouraged the present to “bend the knee” before Christ without knowing that he has been criticised, for many years now, for refusing to do just that. It is utterly and completely idiotic to think that this might have been the case. So, where does this leave us?

It leaves us at several aspects that seem typical of Francis’ character.

Firstly, he loves making Catholics angry. Petty man as he is, he will enjoy encouraging people to do what he himself refuses to do. It’s his ways of telling you that he really, really hates you. Because he can.

Secondly, he loves to show defiance of the Church and Her rules. It is as if he would say: “you bend the knee, you stupid pewsitter who think that there is a God above. But I don’t believe it, therefore I don’t; because I can”.

Thirdly comes the sheer laziness and self-centredness. This is a guy that skip concerts just because he feels Iike it, uncaring of all the faithful (and possibly donors) waiting for the meeting of their life. It does not surprise me that he would enjoy in telling the faithful, in so many words, “you bend the knee; I really won’t be bothered; because I am lazy; and because I can”.

There is really no way he does not know of the criticism against him. Therefore, this is Francis being Francis: a petty, resentful, spiteful, bitter, lewd old man.

It will be interested to see if he now starts genuflecting in front of the altar, and keeps doing it. I think he won’t.

I think he won’t for the reasons 1,2, and 3 above.

Who Am I To Judge?

As I commented on the papal slapping episode the other day, I tried to be somewhat light in my irony against the man, as repeated observation of the video showed to me that, whilst Francis is most certainly a boor, this was an encounter of kindred souls: the behaviour of the woman being, in my book, undoubtedly and unjustifiably rude. A saintly Pope would have reacted differently. Still, try to be yanked that way at his age and I don’t know how calm you will remain.

Today’s post, however, is not about that, but about the stupidity of our times.

A Pope sabotages Catholicism every day for now almost seven years, and he gets one thousand passes from the liberal press, who want to be able to have their leftist hero. The theological abominations of this Pontificate are thoroughly ignored, and the holy farter received worldwide attention for….. things like stupidly criticising Trump for building a wall. In short, in almost seven years the msm never got even near to tell their audience what atrocious pope this cretin is. But let the man contravene the commandments of the religion of niceness, and the entire planet will be informed instantly.

This is, of course, entirely demented. Still, Francis deserves all the excrement that he had to eat, because he is part and parcel of that stupid, attention-seeking, platitude-spouting, nice-at-all-costs world that has now turned against him.

Francis does everything he can to impress the stupid masses. But being stupid, the masses will not make any distinction, fruit of sound reasoning, concerning a situation. Rather, they will look for the image, the gesture that goes around the world because it is so “new” to most (not to us: we know what a vulgar boor the man is) as to make instant conversation and gossip material.

Francis does not understand how it works, because, besides being arrogant, he is stupid. He has put himself in the hands of people who will tolerate countless heresies and blasphemies from him, but will not tolerate any offence against the religion of niceness.

You made this bed, Frankie Boy. Now you will have to lie in it.

And the exact word he said to the woman I still want to know; because whilst “bruja” is completely unwarranted, if he really said “puta” we are in real need of an intervention, like forbidding him all contact with public and journalists.

A stupid world can’t stop piling judgment on a Pope not because of countless heresies and scandals, but because of an unkind act. Can’t say I am very sad, though, and don’t think the man should be defended from the lynching now going on.

In the end, who am I to judge?

Meet Francis And His Saintly Patience.

I am, alas, a bit late to this party.

Still, I would like to use this little space to praise Francis for his commendable behaviour on occasion of the incident in St Peter Square on 31 December.

An ethnically Chinese woman is seen grabbing the man, in one of those inappropriate, but spontaneous gestures of affection that simple people show to the ones they really care for. The likes of Padre Pio have experienced much, much worse, but they bore it with great patience and love for Christ’s sheep. Actually, it is reported that Padre Pio was the object of such an affection that he often had great difficulties in extricating himself from the mob, with the peasants trying to grab whatever could be grabbed. This is what simple faithful do. They touch. They grab. They yank. If someone does not like it (which I understand) perhaps he should greet people from the Pope mobile.

Francis was in this situation on the 31st. And I must say, his kind reaction surprised me.

As the woman grabs him and literally yanks him toward herself (good energy, ma’am! You know how fat the man is?), we see Francis smilingly, lovingly encouraging her to lose her grip. I must say I found it very edifying. As the woman – which is so typical of simple faithful – hesitates to let the object of her Catholic affection go, we see Francis gently, calmly, and totally, totally non-judgmentally, exhorting her to allow him to continue his walk. His demeanour is so calm, so kind, so Pope-like and, in a word, so noble, that I am, myself, surprised to see Francis behaving so well for once.

I must confess, in such a situation I would have expected Francis to react angrily, and perhaps even physically, to the woman’s behaviour. I would have expected him to physically force the woman away from him just as as he forcefully opened the little hands of the boy, joint in prayer, years ago. In the end, we all know he hates Catholics, and he goes through them just because his PR machine says he has to, and because he loves the camera like Hillary loves Huma Abedin.

But this time, I must say the man has surprised me.

Gentle, calm, loving, outright benign, noble Francis manages to surprise us for once. See for yourselves!

Can’t imagine why he had to apologise.

M

 

 

Wishing For A Conclave

Back at home after a long, deserved Christmas Holiday (you will be pleased to know that, after one year of Francistoxyns, I have stayed away from the man and his news as far as I could), I find myself reflecting on what I wish most for the Year of the Lord 2020, at least as far as the Church is concerned.

I wish a Conclave.

Of course, I do not know whether a Conclave would give us an even worse Pope than Francis. On the one hand, this would appear impossible, because the man is such a mixture of stupidity and arrogance. On the other hand, it is certainly thinkable if we think of a Pope just as evil as Francis, but not as stupid. Someone like Schoenborn, or perhaps Tagle (not sure about this one).

Why, then, do I wish a Conclave?

For several reasons.

Firstly, I refuse to accept Francis as the new normality. The man is an aberration in every conceivable way, and I for myself wish him gone, no matter what comes after him.

Secondly, I believe in Providence, and think that God sets things in motion in His own way. Whilst these ways have something of the miraculous at times, much more often things happen in their proper, expected ways, using the usual, expected channels. A Conclave is still the most likely way God will use to at least start to put an end to our punishment.

Lastly, because I can personally use the beautiful, lived reassurance that all bad things come to an end. I’d like to wake up in the morning and simply think: “remember Francis? Well, he’s gone now. All evil has an end”. Of course, I know this. But it would be nice to experience it, to see it come to pass in real life. It would be like a mini detox cure.

I obviously don’t know whether the Year of the Lord 2020 will be the one that will give us the Conclave; much less whether the Conclave would give us someone with at least some Catholic spirit. But what I know is that, bar an extremely improbable conversion of this cretin, all improvement will have to go through at least one Conclave. Bring it on, then. It would be like reshuffling the cards. You could end up worse than expected, but at least it’s a new game.

Still, and to conclude, I think we can safely say this: that even if the man is still in charge in one year’s time, his ability to damage the Church and confuse the faithful decreases every year, and it is difficult to think that the man is now seen as anything but a problem and an embarrassment from everyone but the extremely simple and the outright evil.

I wish him salvation, of course, and I invite you to do the same.

But boy, how I wish for a Conclave….

 

Adeste Fideles

 

 

Shepherd’s Pipe Carol

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day

Candlelight Carol

What Sweeter Music

Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle

Christmas Come Early

We have seen in the UK, in the recent years, a clearly identifiable pattern: the extreme left takes control of the main opposition party and pushes it toward maximalist positions. The re-shaped party excites and energises the minority of extremists. However, put to the test of the ballot box, the party gets a historic pummeling.

I seem to see the same pattern in the US. The extreme left activists, angered by Trump’s victory, attempt to take over the Democratic party. Whilst this is not as evident or official as in the UK, they are influential enough that more senior members of the party, terrified by the leftist mob and obviously uncaring for the Country’s institutions, give in to their demand and stage the long-wanted, if extremely stupid, impeachment theatre to satisfy their childish fantasies of revenge after their clear defeat in 2016.

I make an easy prediction here, and state that the impeachment is the US is the equivalent of the Labour plans of re-nationalisation of part of the communication and utility industry. In the same way as Labour chose to energise an extremist fringe, but lost the support of the mainstream Labour voters and scared away the undecided, the Democrats have chosen to give their extremist children a toy for Christmas, but this will very likely alienate to them a good part of the the mainstream Democrat voters, of the independent and, in general, of those who still have remnants of reason in them. The likes of Schiff and Pelosi don’t care, because they are elected in safe constituencies where such games help them to be reelected. Still, many others will pay the price of their submission to their evil masters. As to the Presidential race, good luck with that, also considering the amusingly abysmal quality of the candidates, themselves largely the fruit of the childish leftist drive of the party grassroots.

The US society is, by and large, more conservative than the UK one. It is also far more patriotic and attached to its Democratic institutions. It seems to me that the Democrats have invited disaster. Time will tell; but, if you ask me, this impeachment is Christmas come early.

Electoral victory is not something that can be left to children. It is the fruit of a mixture of – hopefully – personal integrity and patriotism and – always – a wise calibration on controversial issues. The Democrats are failing big on both counts.

They are fools if they think the American people will not notice.

Stille Nacht

Once In Royal David’s City

Sound Prayers For Christmas

Yesterday, the holy farter has celebrated another evil birthday, no doubt rejoicing in still breathing from his 1.5 lungs when so many good Catholics wish he were six feet under. Alas, it wasn’t to be, at least for this birthday. It seems clear to me that the punishment God justly inflicts on us has not finished yet.

The birthday of the Evil Clown is a fitting occasion for yours truly to impart another of his little, politically incorrect thoughts on his readership.

We do not wish anyone death – much less hell – because of personal animosity against the person. Both are, no doubt, mortal sins. Still, in the same way as it was perfectly legitimate to desire the death of Stalin or Pol Pot, Allende or Chavez, because of the suffering they were inflicting on millions because of their corruption, cruelty and/or evil ideology, it is perfectly legitimate to desire, for the good of the Church and the salvation of Catholics, the swift demise of this extraordinarily evil man.

Jorge Bergoglio, unworthily and shamelessly reigning as very possibly the most evil pope in history, is such an involuntary caricature of a decent, or even half decent, Pope, that it is a great mystery to me how anyone who is, actually, a Catholic might wish him a continuation, perhaps for many years, of his work of sabotage and attempted destruction of the Church he so clearly despises. Actually, it is not clear to me how a proper Catholic could not wish the end of his pontificate; which, after the recent experiences, really should not be through another abdication, swiftly followed by The Three Popes, possibly singing all three in a charity CD for the use of the happy clappy folks.

No. The only good outcome at this point is that the man dies. Whatever comes next (the idea of Pope Tagle is enough to make me vomit), at least this cretin will be gone, and may the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Therefore, my dear readers, on the approaching of Christmas I invite you to do a good deed: say a Hail Mary for the soul of the poor bastard, and then ask God to send him to his judgment as swiftly as can be.

You should, also, profit of the Festivities to inform your relatives of your prayer habits, using the predictable worldly indignation that follows for a little bit of sound Catholic teaching. Should make for good entertaining, and food for thoughts at the same time.

Retard Greta is now the U.N. Pope. Stupid Francis is the Vatican’s Greta. It looks like we will get rid of the latter much earlier than of the former.

Your prayers for the idiot’s sweet demise are appreciated on behalf of sound Catholicism.

You are, as always, welcome.

O Tannenbaum

Killing Babies, The Conservative Way

Unknown to many even in Europe, Northern Ireland has resisted the abortion madness until the Year of the Lord 2019, when the Government of the allegedly conservative Theresa May tried to force them to. The degree of autonomy enjoyed by Northern Ireland would have allowed them to reject the measure, but as the locals are deeply divided and actually not making their legislative chamber work, the measure passed.

The local medical personnel is now fighting for at least conscientious objection, which the allegedly conservative Theresa May obviously denied them. This gives you the measure of the scale of evil currently pervading the so called conservative mainstream, now reduced to a movement aimed at paying some less taxes whilst they unquestionably sanction everything from abortion to institutionalised sexual perversion.

We now have a Prime Minister with a fresh, very strong mandate. If the guy has conservative blood in his veins, he will intervene to at least protect the rights of coscentious objectors. If he (as I deeply fear) is just another little prostitute with his finger in the air, trying to gauge where the blind blows, he will likely be in trouble anyway as many doctors and nurses choose to leave the profession – and may the Lord reward them richly for it – rather than serving their Nazi masters.

Yes, we have just avoided falling in the hands of rabid Communists. But this here is a very sober reminder that whilst the situation has not become worse, it is still dire.

Pray for the good doctors and nurses of Northern Ireland.

The allegedly conservative Government wants to force them to kill babies.

Good King Wenceslas

Two Peas In A Pod

Retard Thunberg advocated for putting politicians “on the wall”, then said she did not mean to mean what she actually meant, then decided she will take holidays from not going to school, because those catamaran holidays are so stressy, you know.

She shows all the symptoms of FrancisDisease: extemporaneous blubbering without a brain to support the activity, self-pitying and public emphases on how hard you work for humanity, unquestioning belief that the world has absolute need of your contribution. If she only went around looking for wheelchairs, she could be suspected to be the fruit of some Francis’ late-age indiscretion.

It is not difficult to understand how these two are two peas in a pod. But whilst Greta has an admitted mental condition that warps her understanding of the world (no excuse, of course: if you know that your brain doesn’t work properly, stop telling other people how to use theirs), Francis’ rants seem to be the fruit of a set of conditions: arrogance, self-centredness to the point of obsession, air-tight lack of faith and, clearly, lack of basic intelligence.

Greta is getting out of the way for Christmas.

Dear holy farter, could you be so kind and do the same?

Hark The Herald Angels Sing

White Christmas

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