Father Spadaro Goes All Out For Heresy

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Pedro Berruguete: “Saint Dominic presiding over an auto da fe’ “

 

Father Spadaro (Jesuit, obsessive Twitter-maverick, and told to be “near to the Pope”), has officially proclaimed and promoted heresy. 

The quote is this one

When the concrete circumstances of a divorced and remarried couple make feasible a pathway of faith, they can be asked to take on the challenge of living in continence. Amoris Laetitia does not ignore the difficulty of this option, and leaves open the possibility of admission to the Sacrament of Reconciliation when this option is lacking.

“In other, more complex circumstances, and when it has not been possible to obtain a declaration of nullity, this option may not be practicable. But it still may be possible to undertake a path of discernment under the guidance of a pastor, which results in a recognition that, in a particular case, there are limitations which attenuate responsibility and guilt – particularly where a person believes they would fall into a worse error, and harm the children of the new union.

This is clearly an alternative religion. 

A religion in which Christ’s command “may be not practicable”. A religion in which it is always possible to define a “lesser evil” and prefer it to a “worse evil” that can be picked at pleasure. A religion in which the priest is made an accomplice (only for those, of course, who at that level of evil still decide they do need to talk to a priest) in the obdurate sin of the unfaithful.

No, this certainly isn’t Catholicism. It isn’t any form of Christianity, either. It’s the new religion of the adulterers, the communists, and the perverted. 

Father Spadaro is either possessed, or perverted himself, or extremely evil. There is no way a sane Catholic with a shred of fear of the Lord remaining in him, and who certainly knows better, would ever go on record with the words above unless Satan had taken, in one way or other, complete control over him.

In Christian times, people like this one were burnt at the stake. With Catholic saints painted (centuries later) as present and presiding over the proceedings as in the painting above from Pedro Berruguete. The painting may be historically accurate, or not. I have no time or inclination to make a research. But it certainly shows how Catholic painters thought in Catholic times.

Pray for the soul of the poor bastard. 

Or wait for the retractation if the protests are loud enough. This is the way these people work. 

M

 

Hark! The Herals Angels Sing

On Sowing And Reaping

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Raped and murdered by one of the Afghan “Guests”. 

 

The case of the 19-years old German woman raped and murdered makes big waves again in Germany after a suspect was arrested. The suspect is a 17 years old Afghan who entered the Country illegally, then filed asylum request as “unaccompanied minor”. A precedent for violence the Police hushed up. The national (publicly owned) television refusing to report because the news is apparent only of “regional” relevance. As a Tweet in German says, the blood of this young woman is on Merkel’s hands. 

However, is it only on Merkel’s hands? I doubt it. 

I read from other sources that the victim was helping in one of those structures where young Afghan would-be rapists are able to select potential victims. I have also read she was the daughter of a EU functionary. None of this might be true, but it certainly is credible, as we have seen in several other cases that women were raped by the same mongrels they were “helping to integrate”.

Stupidity has a price. Individually as well as collectively.

Once again, we see what happens when the brains are switched off and feel-good feeling are the only thing that count. Sowing and reaping come to mind.

Keep going this way, Germany. Keep having your daughters raped and murdered. One day, you will recover sanity. 

M     

Four Mongrels Down, One Bitch To Go

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Oh, the winds of change! 

This photo was taken only months ago. In the meantime, the Gay Mulatto has seen his legacy destroyed and his backside all but kicked in the dustbin of history; the smug Englishman was unceremoniously told to resign after the Country told him what they think of him; the Italian bimbominchia  (a nickname that will remain attached to him; I will avoid the translation…) received a suppository that makes Brexit seem worthy of a recount, and forced him to go (70% vote attendance, 60% against him; basically a televised rape). The last one, the insignificant chap you see ignored even by his own peers in the photo, has decided that he will admit defeat before he is even defeated.

Only one remains, the German Bitch, in Italy known under the affectionate nickname culona inchiavabile (I will not not translate that, either…). She has announced she will run again next year. I will say only this: make Germany great again!

What do the four mongrels have in common? They all have encouraged and steered the passing of legislation in favour of sexual perversion. It will now take a lot of time to reverse the damage they have done and, unless they and their accomplices repent, I am confident the Lord will find suitable pits in hell for them all. It will take time, but it can be done, and we just had a very impressive (multiple) demonstration of how fast things can change. 

We must work every day on the recovery of sanity, and hope that we will see the day when the damage done by the mongrels and their accomplices has been completely reversed. But the mongrels are all gone or about to go now, and this is enough consolation for the day. 

M

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day

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The Spirit Of “Mad Dog” Mattis, Or: Make Catholic Blogging Great (Again)!

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The appointments of President Elect Trump continue to surprise. There is a freshness, a bluntness, an utter disregard of the whining comments of professional blabberers in many of his appointments that is utterly exhilarating; Trump’s attitude is most evident, I would say, in the choice of people like Bannon, Sessions, or Mattis.

Mattis’ appointment truly is an example of how much can be achieved if the President does not care of what the MSM will say. I link here to a fairly comprehensive list of Mattisisms   that I hope will not only amuse and entertain you, but will also be found instructive.

Please consider this chap is being appointed minister of Defence. I cannot recall anyone remotely similar to him (with the partial exception of our very own Francesco Cossiga, who was more diplomatic and was never defence secretary, though he was undersecretary) appointed to the same office in any Country I have inhabited.  

I always hated the pussyfooting, the terror of being considered impolite, the utterly unmanly self-censorship of so many who write Catholic blogs, and seem obsessed with what would happen if their neighbours read their blog and discovered they have called Hillary “bitch” (as an aside, it seems to me this kind of sensitive blogger is the most likely to tell all his neighbours he does, in fact, write a blog; so it’s vanity and virtual faggotry at the same time, and they feed from each other). This pussyfooting is, all too often, the indication of a mentality that either does not understand the stakes, or does not care for them. Every soul has infinite value. You do what helps in contributing to the salvation of as many souls you can, in every way you can. Politeness is, in this context, infinitely irrelevant.

I am sure General Mattis can be very polite if he wants to. But clearly, he also understands when the stakes are high enough that it is time to go the other way. If more of this spirit were present in the Catholic blogosphere, it would help our cause an awful lot.  

Keep your politeness for afternoon tea, and call Hitlery a bitch.

Make Catholic Blogging great (again).

 

 

 

#MAGA Sunday: Funny Guys (And Gals) Edition

The Holly And The Ivy

Cardinal Napier’s Sensational Interview

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Just a short time after my last post concerning Cardinal Napier’s Twitter behaviour, Mahound’s Paradise published a sensational interview with the Cardinal.  

The interview is the more notable, because the Cardinal graciously consented to give it after blocking the interviewer Twitter’s account. 

I invite you to follow the link and enjoy the extremely informative interview. The Cardinal is decidedly in form. I realise now perhaps (just perhaps) I should have been more measured in my criticism. 

M

In The Bleak Midwinter

Dubia: Please Welcome Cardinal Napier Among The Judases

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On the right, Cardinal Napier. 

 

The Dubia affair is, already at this early stage, causing all sorts of traitors to emerge. We must be clear that many of those will be Bishops and Cardinals accustomed to be orthodox only when this is not really dangerous for one’s privileges and position.

One example is Cardinal Napier, who released an obscene series of tweets defending Pope Francis’ non-anser to the Dubia. 

The paucity of the man was fully revealed when he, himself, refused to reply to the last tweet, with which a faithful Catholic confronted the Cardinal with the obvious stupidity of his position. 

We have come to this: the faithful publicly teach the faith to those who should protect it and teach it to them. 

Cardinal Napier can take his place among the Judases. 

We keep siding with the Lord. 

M

 

 

The First Nowell

Is It War Already?

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Not there yet…

 

There is an achingly beautiful article from Hilary White on One Peter Five that I would suggest my reader take the time to read. It is, if you wish, a tale of redemption, the announcement that the Cavalry has finally showed up or, as the author beautifully said, 

For us English, living on short rations in our bomb shelters, it is like hearing that the Americans have finally decided to join in.

The fundamental premise of the article is a handful of concepts that I repeat often: 1) Pope Francis is the unavoidable consequence of a rot that has been forming in the last fifty years. He is, if you wish, the explosion of a huge bubo that had been growing in the past half century whilst the vast majority praised the full airport masses of popes who kept appointing heretics as bishops, and kept tolerating heresy in many overt or covert ways at all level of Church life. 2) Francis has now come, as a plague allowed by the Lord to show us whereto our madness leads; to show us, in a word, that we can’t have Vatican II and orthodoxy at the same time. 3) These are great times for a faithful Catholic, because we can live and die in allegiance to Christ when all the world is against us. This is, as I have also stated, our very own “finest hour”.   

However, I must disagree with the author of the linked article concerning two points: whether the war has already started, and whether the Cavalry has really showed up. 

At the cost of being cynical, I must repeat that I still do not have much trust in the will of the four Cardinals to really start a conflict. If I were from Missouri, I would say “show me”. The Cardinals have pointed their cannons on Fort Sumter, but they haven’t started the cannonade yet. After months of silence from our hierarchy (including the four), I’d say I will wait until I see the smoke from the guns before I consider this war started.

In the same vein, up to now the interventions in favour of the four Cardinals have been few and far between: a couple of bishops here (I recall three in total), half a Cardinal there. Not much. If, for example, the entire Polish Bishops’ Conference were to release a hard-worded statement demanding that Francis answers the dubia, and does it in the proper way, then I would be persuaded that a strong front line is forming or, if you wish, that a Confederate Army is now operative. What I see up to now is… not much. 

Then there is the big question of what happens next. I would like to share Ms White’s optimism that the dubia are the sign that things will soon improve, but I can’t get myself to think it. Decades of cowardice are not likely (bar a huge Divine intervention) to be overcome in a matter of months or in a few years. The poison of V II runs deep in the veins of the Church (actually, it runs pretty deep even in the veins of the Four Cardinals). The confrontation, if it comes, is likely going to end, at least initially, with the crushing of the opposition of Francis and the complicit silence of most of our clergy. What happens next is everyone’s bet, but when I look at our bishops I see an army of 8,000 kitten unfit to wage I do not say a war, but a loud meowing.  

Then there is the matter of the apparition of Our Lady in Quito. I believe in the apparition, and am therefore braced for much, much worse than we see today. At some point, I expect Francis – or his successors – to try to “merge” Catholics and Lutherans, or declare Marxism part of the social teaching of the Church, or such like. I expect the bubo to not only explode, but to spread his pus everywhere, probably for decades. Fifty years of madness aren’t forgotten because of four not entirely sane (remember: they are part of the same madness!) Cardinals. Actually, I have a hunch that fifty years of drunken madness might well have to be paid with fifty years of excruciating pain. 

But yes, it is a great time to be a Catholic. We will, possibly in the next half century, live and die believing in the faith of our Father amidst a world that ridicules and insults us.

It is a great Grace the Lord is giving us.  

At some point, from somewhere, a handful of great generals and fearless heroes like General Lee and “Stonewall” Jackson will appear, and these Lees and Jacksons will lead us to victory; because whilst Lee’s and Jackson’s eventual defeat was almost inevitable, our own victory is already providentially ordained.  

But I doubt that this will happen in my lifetime, and encourage my readers to prepare themselves to decades of conflict whatever happens; even if the Four Cardinals abandon us, or are left completely isolated, or are declared heretics by the Evil Clown. 

As to myself, as I write this I can’t even have the consolation of at least seeing the start of the war. 

 

 

 

Once In Royal David’s City

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