I have often considered Bishop Fellay more than a tad too diplomatic for my taste. There were some statements, before the (once again) expected reconciliation, that sounded frankly alarming. I have written about this with the usual openness. I have also written, on one occasion, that after the end (once again) of the talks it might have been worthwhile for the SSPX to think about a different future guide, one less prone to cause fears in the many SSPX supporters that a sellout in instalments might be taking place.
I am, therefore, very pleased to report Bishop Fellay's very undiplomatic initiative: the request to sign the Filial Correction upon knowing of its existence (that is: after the document had been delivered to Casa Sanctae Marthae).
We all know that the SSPX had already cast what is still the harshest rebuke of Pope Francis from a high-ranking prelate: “Modernist through and through”. However, this was years ago and before the at times eyebrow-raising interviews from Bishop Fellay. It is, therefore, beautiful to see the Bishop return to form and add his support to this great, historic document.
This might be the end of the beginning. This might be the beginning of the real beginning. What this most certainly is is a reaction that will live in the centuries and be a witness to future generations that whilst the almost entire clergy was silent or scared or meowing, the best of the laity and some courageous priests and bishops were men enough to call a heresy a heresy.
It's good to have the SSPX in the front line.
Those who don't like them would not have fought any battle anyway.
The Filial Correction is interesting in many ways.
One of them is the way the signatories put themselves in front of this frankly unbelievably disastrous papacy.
They do not leave any doubt about who is the reigning Pope. Not Benedict, or no one. The Pope is Francis. The Filial Correction exists exactly because Francis is Pope. They even go as far as to say that – bad as the man is, I add – the charisms of the role continue unabated, including the power to authoritatively bind the Church. A power which, they make clear, the Pope has not exercised in Amoris Laetitia.
(Mind: if the Pope were to get up one morning and pretend to exercise his infallibility in a way that contradicts what the Church has always believed we would not have a case of exercise of this power, but a case of formal heresy and relative sede vacante).
The Filial Correction does mention that Francis has created such a confusion that some even doubt that Francis is the Pope. But they don't. Nor do they ask for, say, Benedict's abdication from his title of “Pontiff Emeritus” and the return to his role of simple bishop (not cardinal; a Pope ceases to be a cardinal upon election, but he never ceases to be a bishop).
Francis is the reigning Pope. This is the reality under the sun. This reality the signatories acknowledge. So much so, that they react to this astonishingly bad, and very real, situation with the Filial Correction.
Francis is Pope. A true mess of a Pope, and a minion of Satan no doubt.
But Pope he is still is.
The Holy Ghost never promised us we would not get a bastard as a Pope. We have abundantly deserved one with 50 years of Aggiornamento, and we are now shown what our insolence and rebellion leads to.
We, collectively speaking, made this bed. We will, then, have to lie in it for as long as the Lord commands.
Some people truly are not to be helped.
They complain – faintly, lest they happen to appear too Catholic – about Francis' antics. But do they want a solution? No. What they want is what they do best: whine and do nothing. They are the professional losers of all times : no guts, no heart, and no brain. Big whine, though.
A gift from Providence was given to us in the form of the Filial Correction, and do you think the Eternal Losers are happy? 'Course not!
Being lazy asses, they do not conceive of having to fight for something. They think and expect that solutions simply fall on their lap. This cowardice and laziness is conveniently hidden behind a very thin veneer of fake piety. “The only thing we can do is pray”, say the one who has no guts to act. “This will not obtain any result”, say the one who expects that results just happen out of nothing. “This will damage Cardinal Burke's work”, say the one eternally happy with professional doing-nothing.
Boy, what a bunch of spineless, lazy losers. They can't even be bothered to support excellent work already done for the good of their own salvation! It is, clearly, too much to ask this bunch of invertebrates to take a principled stand, once in their lifetime, risking (horribile dictu!) disagreement with other people and to appear … Rigid!!
These people are the NeverTrumpers of Catholicism.
It is good that the authors and signatories of the Filial Correction knew all this was coming, and that they would be met by the whining and whinging of the eternal, lazy cowards and losers.
But they also knew, I am sure, that there would be an awful lot of bloggers, commenters, simple people, mothers and fathers, for whom fear of the Lord comes before fear of conflict. They will keep the volume very loud on this beautiful, historic document, and will not allow Francis and his minions to ignore it without inflicting further damage to his already bombed papacy.
One day, when the battle is won, the Eternal Losers will be the first to tell you how much they supported everything the others did. But you read their comments now, on Father Z's blog and elsewhere, and you know that they have always been, and always will be, the lazy, comfortable, cowardly helpers of Francis they are now.
The battle lines have been drawn. There is no place for tepid whining now. They are with the Filial Correction and Christ, or with Francis and Satan.
The true Catholics have only one thing to do: stand to attention before Christ and cry:
The bomb which has exploded yesterday can do an awful lot to contain the tidal wave of Francis' heresies.
The effect for the posterity is already assured: in one thousand years, church historians and theologians will write about it. There is no Francis can recover unless by full retractation, which he will obviously not do.
The effect for our situation will depend on the resonance of this initiative. You can do your bit by emailing the correction to your friends and family, and giving it ample publicity elsewhere.
It is necessary that this correction becomes the talk of the town if we want its effect to be felt in our everyday life. As it has happened with Catholic blogging at large, at some point even the MSM will have to inform about this. Then the world will stun, observing the ruins of a totally discredited Papacy. Not, mind, of the Papacy as an institution, but of this particular Papacy as carried out by a heretical ass.
Spread the word. Mail around. Share and tweet at your heart's content.
After reading The terrifying report published yesterday about the practices of sodomites and their consequences, a simple thought came to my mind.
If I were Pope, I would get the Father Martins of the world – the list is long both inside and outside of the Vatican – and a number of bishops and cardinals around the world (McElroy and Cupich immediately come to mind; I would add Woelki and Marx to the mix, and Kasper too) and have their rectum carefully visited by doctors above suspicion.
It would be a very fast way to expose and uproot great part of the “gay Mafia”.
Yet they say, The LORD shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye be wise?
He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
Psalm 94: 7-10.
Today is a good day. Nay, it is a historic one.
A filial correction on the account of the propagation of heresies, dated 16th July, was (and I quote) “delivered to the Roman Pontiff Pope Francis at his Residence in Domus Sanctae Marthae, at the Vatican, on August 11th, 2017″.
This is an important step in the recovery of sanity, as – after a scandalous silence, interspersed by some faint meowing, all this time – a number of reputed lay scholars, theologians and clergymen have formally accused the Pope of propagating heresy.
Yes, you read well: Francis has just joined John XXII in the very exclusive club of Popes accused of spreading heresy by Catholic theologians.
First admission in almost 700 years. Congratulations, Your Unholiness.
Bishop Fellay has signed. Bishop Gracida, the emeritus of Corpus Christi, Texas has signed, too. New signatures are being added.
Reading the document, it is obvious that the signatories do not think they will manage to have Francis retract or be deposed (though you never know where things can get when people start to say what everyone thinks and sanity demands).
What they are clearly doing is what yours truly has been advocating from this space since the start of this mess: destroy the credibility of this papacy for both the current and the future generations and expose the Pope for what he is: a man willingly spreading heresy.
The document accuses Francis of heresy in seven points. Not – important – because there are only seven heretical statements or issues in Fornicationis Laetitia; but because, concerning those seven points, Francis has demonstrably publicly spoken in a way that clearly supports the heretical reading of the document.
This document is very important, because it is a first since 1333. Incidentally, it will cure the one or other from their at this point utterly inexcusable notions about Papolatry.
Where are the Cardinals? What will cardinal Burke do? Will he tell us that we are naughty for doubting the intentions of the Pope? Will he tell us and the other faithful Catholics that we are “dividing the Church”?
This declaration will separate the wheat from the chaff. I am not saying that it can be demanded that every good priest signs it, but every bishop who does not sign it has lost every credibility in my eyes, starting from Bishop Schneider whose signature is now justifiably expected.
The prominent Signatories are being collected here.
Several of them are simple priests, now facing probable persecution. My admiration and prayers go to Father Hunwicke and the other courageous priests who have signed. Pray for them, that the Lord may give them strength and resolve when the reprisal comes.
As to the Cardinals, the Correction exposes them once again as a bunch of cowardly kitten, starting from the oh so courageously meowing Burke and Brandmueller.
On the day where a historical step was announced, not undertaken since 1333, the Dubia Cardinals who are still alive were exactly where they have been since April of last year: nowhere.
There will be a lot to write about this in the following day. It truly, truly made my day and I hope it will make yours, too.
Please do not embarrass yourself asking “what the use of this will be” or any such nonsense. Catholicism, fear of the Lord, sanity and respect for Catholics of all generations past, present and future demand that a heretical Pope be exposed as such. This is the beginning and the end of it. Let God, not you, decide the practical results. We care for truth first, practical results second.
Also, kindly do not test my already short patience fearing a “schism”. If for you the spread of heresy heresy is preferable to calling out a heretic you are part of a schism already; but a much more dangerous than the old ones because moving from inside the Church.
I go to sleep now. I will not be able to deal extensively with this for a day or so. There will be further posts on the matter. What a day.
This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Let us make sure Francis does not forget this day, too.
Via the always interesting (even if not always agreed with) Barnhardt blog, a shocking story about the real world of sodomy; courtesy of Joseph Sciambra, a former sodomite willing to expose the astonishingly sordid world of those people whom the world calls, utterly madly, “gay”.
Some preliminary considerations are in order. Whilst I do not doubt Mr Sciambra’s good faith and sincere repentance, I must warn my readers that they are not reading an orthodox Catholic. The word “gay” is used profusely – not in the sense of the dictionary -, and the subtext of the story is an attempt of explanation of “what made him do it” which has only one answer: Satan. Whilst Mr Sciambra reaches the same conclusion in the end as also showed by his comments and other writings, do not expect the same clarity of thinking and writing you find in Catholic blogs.
And now to the matter itself.
I obviously leave it to you whether you want to follow the link and immerse yourself in the description of the – literally – hell on earth lived by those people. The warning I give you is that the most disgusting thing I had ever heard about these people until now – the hospitals in London receiving every day dozen of perverts with things stuck in their rectum, things they cannot take away anymore – literally pales in comparison to the utter filth, depravity, de-humanised and satanical dirt, disease, self-hurt of all sorts going on in the life of what appears to be a fairly “average” – as the world nowadays says – “gay man”.
It is a scale of depravity I could not even imagine, and I think it a blessing that I do not know many of the medical terms or diseases described and was, therefore, spared from the most disturbing imagery. The comments at the end of the post – and the many references throughout the text of the many other people having the same medical issues, and therefore the same practices, as the author – will also leave you in no doubt that this is not an “extreme” situation, at all.
Still, I think that you should read this. It will never go away, and it will provide you with much stronger ammunition next time you hear your relatives or acquaintances talk about “the gays” as if it was something so very normal and “in” today.
It is time that the utter filth of this satanic perversion is showed to the world for what it is, rather than as the kind of “parallel normalcy” the BBC et alia want you to believe.
Let’s take sanity back: for the love of God, for our generation, and for the following ones.
I was always disgusted by sodomy at a normal, sane, common sense level. But even I would have never imagined that the filth would ever reach anywhere near the level of which I have read in the linked text.
The stupid West must know the truth; and, with God’s grace, the truth will set it free.
With his most recent piece of rubbish, that “doctrine does not come before mercy”, Francis has once again showed what an ignorant ass he is.
Of course doctrine comes before mercy. Doctrine tells us what (real) mercy is, how it is recognised, and how it is properly exercised.
To admit that there be a mercy that does not depend on doctrine is tantamount to say that everyone can define mercy his own way, and put it in contrast with doctrine. This is, then, exactly like saying that everyone can make his own religion as he goes along, which is what this cretin is doing.
Catholicism is based on immutable truths, not feelings. We instruct ourselves in the proper way of understanding truth. Doctrine is nothing more than taught truth. Everything is understood in its light, because everything is understood in the light of that immutable truth which doctrine, as the word itself says, teaches. Doctrine, not Mercy, tells me what the place of properly intended mercy is. It tells me, in fact, what is real and false mercy.
What an embarrassingly ignorant, stupid pope we have.
After “Faggotgate”, and the ruckus following the disinvitation of Sister Jeanine Martin, Society of Faggots, from several speaking engagements, I knew the usual fake conservative, middle of the wrong road, allegedly reasonable voices would speak up. “Do not quarrel, children!”, and the like.
It allows them to look good on the cheap, you know.
We live in a time of conflict, and this conflict requires each and everyone of us to take side and say whether we side with Christ or Satan. There can be no neutrality between Father Martin and Father Zuhlsdorf, nor is silence an acceptable option. One must say where he stands on the issue, and on such issue no one, not even my cat, can sit on the fence and feign,mor profess, neutrality.
The milquetoast side of Catholic blogging keeps thinking that niceness is a sort of absolute value. It isn't. Niceness is a “nice to have” and nothing more. If you read the Gospel, Christ's words emerge as brutally frank on so many occasions that it is impossible to think he would allow niceness to stand anywhere in the way of Truth.
Nor is the conflict now openly lacerating the Church in need of any niceness. The enemy must be defeated, not be treated nicely.
Throw at them your anger and your mocking. Cover them in ridicule. Expose them in any way you can.
Forget niceness. This is no tea at the vicarage, and most certainly no time for niceness.
When you die you will not be judged according to how nice you were. You will be judged according to where you died one of Father Z ones, or one of those of Father James “Liberace” Martin, Society of Fags.
And there is no place in the middle whatsoever.
In the desperate situation in which we find ourselves today – marked, mark my words, not only by a heretical Pope, but by universal cowardice and acquiescence from the Cardinals and almost all Bishops – one may legitimately wonder how we will ever be able to have a Catholic Pope again. More and more Francis Cardinals, and the cowardice of those who were there already, should, if the Church were not the Barque of Peter, certainly spell her end and cause her to go the way of the Methodists and Quackers.
However, for God nothing is impossible. Trusting in His promise of Indefectibility, I will try to imagine some of the ways in which He will, when the appointed time has come, right the Barque again.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!). Evil FrancisCardinals want to continue the way of the Francis, but want a smarter guy to do it. They elect a smarter version of Bergoglio. He takes the name Francis II, and many think that all is lost. God converts him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!) and we see another Revolt of the Kitten like at the first Synod. Cardinals are terrified of another Francis and decide to go back to the old ways, electing another Ratzinger or JP II guy. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!) and the Cardinals elect a guy like Sixtus V: allegedly old, frail, innocuous, manipulable, and not around for long. The man turns out to be like the real Sixtus V: strong, energetic, fearless, and pretending to be frail, innocuous and about to depart this vale of tears to get a chance at the office.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!). God works on the Cardinals to let them elect a Pope that puts an end to creeping Schism and elect a strong guy able to get order, like John Paul I was believed to be after the weak Paul VI. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!), and God sends to the Cardinals in conclave the most atrocious nightmares about hell. They talk nonsense to each other during the day and are terrified at night, but no one tells the others because they are ashamed of it. Suddenly they converge on a man who is terrified himself. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
This is just a short reflection to bring a smile to your face. In the end, God can do everything, and when He in His wisdom has decided that we have been punished for long enough He will set things right.
We, the faithful, do what the name says: we remain faithful to the faith of our fathers, and wish Francis and his minions a speedy departure from this vale of tears and the destination God has already appointed for them.
Now four and a half years in his Pontificate, Pope Francis has irreparably ruined his reputation and legacy, sinking in a pit of moral relativism, outright assorted heresies and social activism with a strong Communist streak from which he will never be able to emerge. You see this, well, everywhere, with only the usual suspects still cheerleading for a man who is becoming more embarrassing by the day.
The Correction, if seriously made, would have nuked this papacy. But even without it the failure is staggering. If even three years ago you would find a minority of voices criticising Francis, the Catholic Resistance movement has now become so massive that even the notoriously lethargic and disconnected FrancisChurch PR machinery acknowledges, in so many words, that they have lost the war for the hearts and minds of the average Catholic. What they have is the adulterers, the homosexuals, the atheists, the leftists of all sorts, and some Muslims.
On noticing that the message was causing widespread resistance, a smarter guy would have toned down the rhetoric a lot, being content to only disseminate an error here and there amidst many episodes of orthodoxy.
Francis is, sadly for him and luckily for us, not a smart guy. He is stubborn, petty, childish and, most of all, stupid. Therefore, as he saw his Pontificate deflate like a soufflé gone wrong he did not put his foot on the brake, but on the gas pedal, showing the typical attitude of the three-years-old who wants to impose new ball game rules on his companions because he has the ball.
Interview followed interview. Outrage followed outrage. Insult followed insult. Heresy followed heresy. As Francis saw his initial patrimony of good will evaporate he reacted like an idiotic child would: more logorrhoea, more outrage, more insults, more heresy.
Well done, Evil Clown! You have managed to let even the slow-witted understand what an enemy of Christ you are.
I am afraid we might not be so happy with the next V II job holder. But one can always hope that after this unmitigated disaster the Cardinals will be inspired to go with a safer pair of hand; and, by God's grace and a bit of conversion, this one might prove a pleasant surprise in the end.
It will soon be one year. Not, mind, one year from the infamous publication of the infamous Fornicationis Laetitia. No. One year from an extremely belated request of “clarification” in the form of “Dubia”. An instrument which, weak as it was, would have been sufficient to unleash hell around Pope Francis' pontificate, if the barking had been followed by the biting. As it turned out, and as I write this, the marbles for it were and are just not there.
The faint meowing of the Dubia was followed by… nothing.
And more nothing.
At some point, some more meowing was made public, with the Cardinals (at that point all of them alive) asking a heretical Pope why oh why he does not receive them to allow them to respectfully discuss his heresy. Truly, these people make the first, pre-Gandalf Theoden look like a fearless warrior.
At this point, it is anyone's guess whether something resembling a censure of the Pope will be ever published at all by the two surviving kitten (two of them have gone to their judgment without acting; may the Lord have mercy on their souls).
My take is that at some point we will get – when the two surviving Cardinals have gathered the necessary courage – nothing more than an explanation of what the Church teaches, without any censure of or warning to the Pope, and without any demand that he puts an end to this confusion.
This would be a very little improvement on the total catastrophe of total silence; but would still fall well short of what is required: the denunciation of the paper as heretic, and the warning that the Pope will be declared such unless he recants.
If I want to know what the Church teaches concerning marriage I do not need Cardinal Burke or Brandmüller. The teaching is universally known. What is necessary is the open condemnation of a document going frontally against it, and – if the man does not backpedal – of the man who answers for the document.
Everything else would be very faint meowing, only able to satisfy the most childish Pollyannas.
Count me out, please.
The so-called Deuterocanonical Books are seven books of the Old Testament which were not originally written in Hebraic, but in Greek. However, they were considered by the Jews themselves to be part of the body of Sacred Scripture. Their acceptance was a fact at the time of Christ, and Our Lord never challenged their authenticity. This is why, for fifteen Centuries, all Christian counted 46 books in the Old Testament, including the Deuterocanonical (“second canon”) seven ones.
Then a sex-obsessed German Heresiarch showed up, and – I think, mainly because not liking the content of some of these books – decided to expunge the Old Testament of them.
I do not know – and do not care – whether Luther had at his disposal the historical facts about the Deuterocanonical Books. Faith is not based on historical research. It is based on the acceptance of truths handed down to us by the generations before us.
Luther showed, by daring to even tamper with the Bible, a stunning degree of rebellion, a willingness to discard what fifty generations before him had never had a problem accepting. Mind blowing rebellion, sheepishly perpetuated to this day by those born of Protestants – less and less, one must say – and unquestioningly accepting the mutilation of Sacred Scripture. Which they must do, lest they start questioning the entire Protestant mindset in the first place.
This is all bad enough. But I wonder if it is so different – though the methods are adapted – to the attitude of those who, within the Church, dare to tell us exactly the same thing: that what sixty-five generations of Catholics have believed must now be discarded. You see this in the constant perverted preaching of Father Jeanine Martin, Society of Fags, or in Pope's Francis obvious symphaty with every form of Statalism, Socialism or Communism that happens to cross his rather dull mind.
At the root of all is rebellion, refusal to accept truth handed down to us.
Luther, Francis and Father James “Elton” Martin, Society of Fags, aren't much different after all.
I do not wish many people dead, and certainly I do not wish anyone dead for personal reasons, which would be a mortal sin.
Those I wish dead are those whose death would be of great advantage for the cause of Christianity, or even only of sanity. Three SCOTUS justices certainly come to mind (they are allowed to resign first, as far as I am concerned; but I would love to hear the news of their death every day) as does a fat woman living in Berlin. However, of no one I wish death more keenly than of our Ass In Chief, Haereticus Maximus, and outright Evil Clown, Pope Francis. Not out of personal hatred (though I hate and despise the man, no doubt about that), but out of hope that his death would usher in sanity again.
However, I still wish the man salvation. I still pray for him on occasion, and when he angers me most is when I am more keenly reminded to pray for the guy. Because this is what we are: we pray for our enemies, and we wish them repentance and salvation no matter what unspeakable bastards they are.
To pray for the enemies of Christianity – of whom the Evil Clown is nowadays undoubtedly number one – is not in any way a condoning of their acts; it's a humble reminder to ourselves that our Christian duty does not have a limit of bastard-ness, and extends to everyone.
Everyone has an eternal soul of infinite value; even a despicable, evil man like Francis. And of everyone we should wish that his soul is saved, and spared the torments of hell no matter how big his crimes. Of course, in order to do this this soul would have to convert and become one of us. And if this happens, who would not wish the poor soul the company of God one day?
Pray for your enemies. Pray for the enemies of Christ even as you wish them dead.
Life is but a spark, but the soul is everlasting.