It’s OK To Boo The Pope

A short message to all Catholics in Poland and elsewhere:

It's OK to boo the Pope.

Kraków would have been a wonderful occasion, seen that the man had the effrontery of pushing the secular agenda in a Country where very many still remember all too well where secularism and social justice madness à la Francis lead you.

To my knowledge, this occasion was lost.

Imagine the media echo of a Pooe booed by Catholics! This man has gone on for too long with his satanic agenda, safe in the knowledge that the crowds will be awed by the presence of a Pope. This must stop.

It is OK to boo the Pope, and the time to do it is now.

M

 

Jihad Is Here. We Just Refuse To See It

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Quentin Matsys, “Allegory of Folly”

Well, this is new to Europe in modern times, but I can’t say I am surprised.

Firstly, please pray for the victim. In your charity, also pray for his killers, because we pray even for our enemies. And last but not least, pray that more and more of the latter may be killed before they carry out their evil intent. 

I will make this fairly short, and not entirely sweet. 

The blood of this priest – and the profanation of a Catholic Church; apparently the idiots held a short “homily” from the altar – is firstly on the hands of those stupid judges and lawmakers who allowed people obviously willing to fight their satanic jihad to go around looking for priests whose throats they might slit. It beggars belief that one may think a tag bracelet would prevent a would-be suicide attacker from planning a suicide attack. It is even more stupid that the bracelet was switched off every day for some hours, though I can’t think the result would have been any different if it had not. 

Secondly, the blood of this priest is on the hands of all those who sing the song of the “integration” and of the “isolated incident”. They are the unwitting allies of the enemy, which is now clearly among us in forces. Even that idiot Hollande recognises now that we are at war. I doubt he understands the logical consequence of what he says, though. 

Thirdly, the blood of this priest is on the Catholic clergy, starting from the Evil Clown. They are committing the most grievous sin of helping infidels to demolish Christianity in Europe in the name of a strange religion of forced multicultural acceptance of no matter whom, no matter what, which is nothing to do with Christianity.

Lastly, and I have to say this just so you don’t think this blog is like everyone else’s, this blood may well be on the hands of the murdered priest himself; who, if (and I don’t know anything about it; therefore, it’s a big if) he was one of the “inclusive” crowd, has now reaped exactly what he has sown. If (and let us say once again : if)  he was one of those promoting this senseless demolition of our Christian continent, then it is better that his fate happened to him, rather than to some poor innocent who still has a functioning brain and a Christian attitude towards life. 

Perhaps, when enough “inclusive” priests, bishops and cardinals have had their throat slit, those still alive will start thinking like Christians again.

Jihad is here, but we just refuse to see it. 

We also refuse to see that the clergy, from the Pope down, are largely its (hopefully unwitting) accomplice.

M  

   

 

 

 

Germany, It’s Time To Wake Up!

I am not sure if I am losing count but if I remember correctly, after the massacre in Nice we had the following:

In a peaceful Bavarian German small-ish city, a mad Mohammedam tried to hack a dozen people to death on a train.

In a beautiful German city, a deranged Mohammedan killed nine people and sent another twenty or more to hospital before sending himself to hell with the Akhbar-Express. A million+ city paralysed for several hours.

In a small Bavarian city, another Mohammedan on the vigil of having his ass kicked out to Bulgaria decided it was better to blow himself out in the air during a crowded open-air festival. Luckily, he was too stingy to buy the entry ticket. But hey, he could afford the smartphone on which he had his own jihad-mini video. Truly desperate, these “migrants”. One feels like crying.

Now, only two of the three had an obvious Islamist background; but… can you see a trend here?

And wait, I forgot! There was the other chap who chopped his own wife to pieces with a machete, in broad daylight, also in Germany, in the hours before the last attack (Anspach, in case you have struggled following). Was he Buddhist? Hindu? Jew? Christian? Alas, no prize for getting it right….

The machete guy would have made the news the entire day, if another Mohammedan madman hadn't stolen the scene. And by the by, where the heck do they get their machetes from?

I am almost afraid to visit the site of the ARD now.

However, if I did, I can't imagine I would read of some pious Catholic trying to hack a couple of dozen Muslims to pieces.

I wonder why?

M

 

Ted “Judas” Cruz

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I am veering toward Sixty, and the like of what I have seen happening in Cleveland I cannot remember. Not in Italy, not in Germany, not in the UK.

We are at the vigil of an extremely important US Presidential election, which – through the added problem of the nomination of at least one Supreme Court Justice in such a time, and with such a man to be replaced as Scalia – can shape the United States for decades, maybe forever. Seen the level of judicial activism of the last years, there can be no doubt the wrong majority within the Supreme Court can see pretty much everything up for grabs: any last trace of common sense concerning perversion, the second amendment, even the first amendment would come under massive attack.

It takes a prick of enormous proportions, or a baby of astonishing childishness – but hey: at that age if you are the second you are the first – to exhibit oneself in that kind of show Ted Cruz dished to an astonished Conservative Country in Cleveland. And frankly, it takes an uncommon amount of blind fanaticism to even think of approving of what he has done.

Ted Cruz had promised to endorse the winner. He has not kept his promise. He might say he felt not obliged to endorse him after unpleasant remarks about his wife, but then one must start drawing some conclusion: that the word of someone who reneges it because of extremely petty reasons (yes, children: compared to the fate of the Country what Trump has said or implied of Trump’s father or wife is not even in the radar screen) is not worth zippo; and that a man who makes such a promises and reneges for such a reason has no idea at all of what politics is, and should go back to kindergarten, where he can go away with the ball if he doesn’t like the game. You might say at some point Trump also hinted he would not keep his promise. But there is a huge difference between the things one says during a heated campaign, and how one behaves after the end of it. 

What astonishes most is the unbelievable selfishness of wanting the stage to promote his own (dreamed of, at this point) 2020 campaign. The man truly is so deluded that he thinks he will save the US from 4 years of Hillary, and we only need to wait four years to undo all the untold damage  four years of Hillary & a liberal-dominated Supreme Court can make. This is selfishness bordering on high treason; and I am very sorry, if you don’t get this you are just as childish as the man is.

Rome is burning, and the man is fiddling a whining song about his wife and father; actually, he even dares to candidate for the reconstruction after all has been destroyed.

Judas.

Prick.

Idiot.

Cruz could have easily made a speech in which he once again rebukes Trump for offences to his family (I don’t want to get on the controversies here; the (independent; formally at least) Super PAC which published the semi-naked photos of Trump’s wife did it in the very spirit of damaging Trump to favour Cruz, and Cruz never distances himself from it) and then declares to the nation that he will vote, and invites everyone to vote, for Trump, because this is the duty of every decent American now.  He would have showed that he puts Country before family, and would have showed himself as statesman rather than kindergarten material. Instead, he clearly showed to set the stage for his 2020 campaign, obviously not only wishing, but actively contributing to a possible Trump defeat even as he wishes it.

Idiot.

Prick.

Judas.

Mind, this isn’t a case of hypocrisy. I still do not doubt the fundamental morality or values of the man. But this is not enough if one is such a self-deluded child that thinks not only that his private grievances should come before avoiding Hillary at the White House, but even that he is the man to sort the mess to which he is just contributing.

Every other option (staying at home; refusing to speak; choosing to complain but endorse) would have been infinitely better than what he did, out of sheer deluded selfishness and dreams of grandeur.

I don’t know if the man will now be completely destroyed politically, but I can’t see him going anywhere when he candidates for the White House, either in 2020 or later. Whisper “Sandy” in the ear of Chris Christie and he will painfully recognise that Judas don’t fare well as candidates. Whisper “Jenner” in the ear or Rick Santorum, and he will know what finished killing his already wacky candidature.  The word “Cleveland” will be the same for this stupid, selfish child.

Apparently, Cruz was even kept out of the suite of a Billionaire GOP supporter in Cleveland, having walked there probably expecting to be told what an upright man he is. A public humiliation fitting for a piece of shit, and I can’t say undeserved.

This is no time for distinguos. This is no time for petty recrimination. This is the time for deciding whether Hillary will be president, or not. If you don’t see this, you are the enemy just as much as Hillary is.  

Ted “Judas” Cruz deserves all the shit he will be made to eat. And I hope it will be abundant, and extremely smelly.

M

Waking Up By Half

The (as always) interesting article of Roberto De Mattei published on Rorate has a piece of information I was not aware of: the recent creation of a sort of “urban warfare army”, 77,000 strong, meant to deal appropriately with the huge problems the Frenchies have bred inside their cities for decades.

It is, certainly, an encouraging sign. It is, also, a reminder that a vast number of French citizen are still distinctively non-Muslim, very much identified with Western civilisation, and not ready to eat the multi-cultural excrement any longer.   

However, one cannot but notice this will be a fight fought with only one hand. One wonders, for example, how many of the 77,000 are going to be, in fact, Muslims; whether “discrimination” issues will soon emerge as to the racial and religious composition of their leading echelons and cadres; whether the very existence of such a force will not soon be considered, by the usual idiots, a “war on minorities”. I can see “Arab Lives Matter” movements soon being born out of the harder (as much as a fag like Holland can even conceive hardness) stance of the French Government.

In the end, it can never be only a military operation. If this war (may I say Crusade?) is to be won, it must start from the acknowledgment that Islam, not isolated “fanatics”, is the enemy.

Holland is too much of a fag to admit, or perhaps even understand, this, but he will soon be kicked out.

Let us hope a President(e) Le Pen will apply the common sense that is seriously needed instead of thinking that the answer can only be a military one.

M     

A New (To Me?) Catholic News Aggregator: “Canon 212”

Canon 212 is a new (to me, at least) Catholic news aggregator. 

From what I see up to now, it seems excellent. 

Heck, they linked to me some days ago (which is how I discover their existence), so they can’t be bad. 

It seems like a “Pewsitter” with less space for political commentary at large, and more focused on (strictly) Catholic news. But it might be my initial impression only. 

Please visit and, if you like it, keep this site in mind.

Catholic aggregators are very good. They allow the normal, ahem, pewsitter to discover the scale of the outrage in the Catholic world, and the healthy Catholicism still out there after 50+ years of V II devastation.

We need more of this. 

The Other “N” Word

For those of you who haven’t followed, the British Labour party is now in the middle of a civil war that is a joy to watch for every sensible person.

As I write this, three candidates are running: the loony Commie Jeremy Corbyn (may he long reign, thus finishing to destroy the party), the dyke Angela Eagle and the former Blairite (now far more on the left, because it’s the fashion) Owen Smith.

Owen Smith gave yesterday an obvious slap to the dyke, proclaiming a self-evident truth: he is normal.

I was waiting for the usual shitstorm, which actually failed to materialise. Strange. If the same had been said by a conservative politician, the liberal outrage would have been heard on Mars.

Instead, there are rumours as I write this that the dyke might be persuaded to pull out of the race.

We shall see.

But heavens: in what world we live if one can call himself “normal” when compared to a dyke, and does not get shredded like pulled pork? Can’t think it’s normality. This is the Labour party after all.

M

 

“I long for the day that Roe v. Wade is sent to the ash heap of history.”

Yes, people: Mike Pence is “divisive”.

Thank God he is! More like him! 

And note how Crooked Hillary attacks him, shooting on him with the usual cannons of the libtard, and calling him “incredibly divisive and unpopular”.

 I know, the man is very confused about his religious identity: what the heck is an “evangelical Catholic?” You either are a Catholic or you are a heretic. However, I suspect Pence’s situation isn’t so rare in a Country where, apparently, an awful lot of cradle Catholics leave the Catholic Church (more or less openly) because they yearn for a Christian message they do not get from their Catholic priests; and, being very poorly catechised by those same people, struggle to understand the gravity of what they are doing. 

Mike Pence will probably have to answer some very unpleasant questions about his own religious affiliation, because now that he is running for such a high office every weak point will be exploited by Crooked Hillary’s camp. However, I think – not without some dread – that our view might be skewed here, and perhaps whether the man is a Catholic or not might be considered too irrelevant by most Americans to even appear on the radar screen (boy, what times do we live in!).

If the matters comes out, I hope he will profit from it and start a serious process of re-discovery of the beauty and righteousness of the Only Church. But honestly, from what I can see up to now it seems this here is a truly good one: strongly against environ-mentalism, sexual perversion (also in the form of “civil partnerships”) and abortion, I think every serious Catholic should be seriously happy with this flawed half-Catholic. The ways of the Lord, and all that.

I am very excited about this Trump-Pence ticket. It is as if Trump had taken care to reassure his potential voters that he is really committed to, in a way, become what he is not, and go on a process of discovery of the Conservative identity. This is not only a big check drawn in our favour; it is a big commitment concerning his future actions. 

I have no doubts that more negatives (besides his extremely confused religious identity) will come out in time. But frankly, I never thought the alternative would have been Padre Pio. This was a good choice. A very good one. 

This Trump is one smart guy. 

M

 

 

Five Million Pageviews

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Some of you might remember the recent post about the Blessed Virgin’s Warrior Ants.

Today, as I noticed this blog has reached the rather “more than insignificant” milestone of Five Million Pageviews, I was reminded of that post, and of the motivations that prompted me to start this blog pretty much exactly six years ago.

I am proud of being a warrior ant. I understand that everyone of us is less than a drop in the sea compared to the vast scale of Catholicism’s challenges, intended as both “how many we are” and “how much there is to do”. 

I am proud of being a warrior ant. But I don’t think that this blog – or the countless others doing the same job – is insignificant, and I would dare to say that the stats are evidence of it. I am proud of all those who comment here, those who do not scare from a fight with their relatives, those who are perfectly happy with – to say it with the song – a walk on part in the war. 

I have nothing to add here to what I have written on occasions of the other milestones.

We are all – I certainly am – wretched sinners striving to remain on the straight and narrow.

May the Blessed Virgin, the day we die, tell Her Son that by all our shortcomings, we also tried to be among her warrior ants. 

M  

 

The Inner Martha

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Nothing openly wrong with Martha, we are told, and we agree. However, it is clear that Mary, not Martha, was the one who had her priorities straight; and we might add that there might have been in good, hard-working Martha a hint of “look at me” attitude; something also in line with yours truly’s politically incorrect, but strongly held belief that women tend to compete for the attention of (manly) men; and he who has eyes to see notices it all the time.

However, yours truly couldn’t avoid thinking that a small Martha abides in him, too; trying, at least, and sometimes succeeding in causing him not to give to the things of God the attention they deserve.

The best remedy to this is, I think, something I have stressed out many times: habit.

If I did not have the habit of praying the Rosary every day, you can be sure my inner Martha would find plenty of things to do in preference to it; things of which I would easily persuade myself that they are – like writing for this blog, of course – just as important as praying the rosary. No, they aren’t. Like Mary, we must get our priorities straight first, and apportion our time according to them as a consequence of this. And this act of giving priority to what is most important, so beautifully spontaneous in Mary, is something that requires for most of us – and certainly for yours truly – a conscious effort.

It is only when I have recognised, when I have lucidly made the decision that praying the Rosary every day is more important than my sleep, that things fall into place. The habit comes out of a willed resolution, not out of there “being time” for it. We have to make time, not wait that there is time.

Time is what we have for what is important to us. Conversely, the way we employ our time says where our priorities lie. Even the act of not thinking this little truth to the end shows, in fact, that one’s first priority does not lie in deciding what is one’s first priority.

First things first.

Pray the rosary every day.

Sleep in the time that is left.

M

 

Terrorism, Guns, And You

Let us imagine that the attack in Nice had happened with, ceteris paribus, the gun laws and the attitudes of a traditionally gun-friendly US state like, say, New Mexico or Montana.

What would have happened is that dozens, possibly more than 100 people would have been able to shoot – and to shoot effectively, because well-trained – at the terrorist and/or at the truck's tyres. A 1.7 km savage butcher run would have been all but impossible.

Instead, the terrorist was able to go around mowing people down for half an eternity, slaughtering or wounding almost 200 unprotected lambs; and was finally stopped by… armed policemen under a rain of bullets.

Guns in the hands of the right people save lives. It is absurd to prevent the good guys from carrying them. The bad guys will always get the weapons, because hey, they don't care it's illegal.

“But Mundabor, Mundabor! This is a Catholic blog! What is all this to do with Catholicism?”

It is, a lot.

We in Europe (and some even in the US) have forgotten the Catholic doctrine of Subsidiarity to the point where we consider it normal that one of the most elementary rights and duties of a man, self-protection and protection of those under his care, should be contracted out to people who will not be there when we need them fast, causing us to be taken down by the dozen – like in Paris in November or in Nice yesterday – without the possibility of a reaction.

Subsidiarity is important not only as an economics tool, but also as a moral one. As a man, and in lesser measure also as a woman, the right and duty to protect yourself and yours is, first of all, on you.

Not on the police. Not on the army. Not on the secret services. On you.

All these beautiful things (police, army, secret services, you name it) cannot but be an extension and integration of your fundamental right and duty, to meet the needs and cares of life starting from the first, smallest step: you.

Europe has had now a long tradition of statalism – certainly preceding socialism and communism – demanding that a bigger and bigger part of what is your fundamental right and duty be taken away for you, because Nanny knows best. We see the results now, as we are again confronted with entire minutes of senseless slaughter of wilfully unprotected men, women, children. But we saw them already in the past, where a small number of highly motivated, violent people was used to seize power in the Czech Republic, Poland, Hungary. Imagine those same populations well-armed and ready to fight for their freedom and their faith, and the scenario suddenly becomes far more difficult, and very possibly impracticable. Movies like Red Dawn may be factually improbable, but they teach an important principle: a well-armed, trained and determined citizenship can crush every threat.

This is not a theoretical discussion. This is very real. Every armed good citizen could have stopped, yesterday, the deadly action far before the police came on the scene.

How much of yesterday's dead and wounded realised this? Very, very few.

They chose to be put in the position of being slaughtered instead.

M

 

 

 

Liberté, Égalité,…. Massacrés

It appears the “religion of peace” striked again. The radio this morning was still pathetically talking of “possible” terrorist motivation (perhaps the lorry driver was having a heart attack? We shouldn't be prejudiced, you know…), but reality is slowly setting in.

I am informed the French police is currently following 11,000 (you read it correctly: that's eleven thousand) terrorist suspects in France, and I don't think there is any of them who is not a Mohammedan.

Congratulations, France.

You have stupidly incubated a huge problem for decades, and the French poulets are now coming home to roost.

There must be consequences for folly; it is the way the Lord has organised the world. Individually, a life of drugs, alcoholism, gambling, or gluttony will make one's life miserable. Collectively, the immense folly of thinking that millions of Muslims can be peacefully “integrated” in a European Country will, in time, cause a tribute in blood and fear to be paid. God has organised the world so, that this kind of folly is paid on this world before it is paid (possibly far more harshly) in the next.

France is paying now, and Britain will pay in time. The tribute of blood will rise until the pain of the massacres is bigger than the desire of the population at large to keep believing in the stupid tale of the integration. Only at that point measures will be taken, and political correctness be stuffed.

We are not there, by far. Many, many more will have to die. Pray for the dead, that they may rest in peace. Pray for the living, that they can see reason before this becomes outright carnage in 30-years-war style.

Keep paying the price of your folly, former douce France.

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

M

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

They just kicked me out, you know...

 

 

Today is the day David “call me gay” Cameron was, politely but firmly, evicted from Number 10 as The Icecold Bitch occupies the premises for… we shall see how long.

Cameron will very probably be remembered as a pathetic figure of politician. A man without any “real world” work experience apart from some PR work, he was the perfect example of what happens when people without faith, without scruple and without experience are given too much power.

Elected with the promise of driving a credible Conservative line with a more attractive PR package, Cameron soon began to eat his words and work at a radical “re-education” of the party. Six months after his election, the claim was let out to the press in five years' time he wanted half of the old party members out, substituted for new, more “modern” ones. This is exactly what happened, as the man alienated a growing number of traditional Conservatives, slowly but certainly fuelling the fortunes of the UKIP.

In 2010, he imposed the now notorious “Cameron Cuties” in a vast number of normally safe constituencies. The latter were the type of “new party” the man wanted to ram down the throat of the electorate: fags, women, minorities. It didn't work, and the “cuties” fared extremely badly, basically costing the man an otherwise assured absolute majority against the pathetic, painful to watch, and embarrassing to his mother Gordon Brown. This was another example of a man living in a bubble, and thinking that the Country thinks like his “progressive” wife and her friends.

Alas, Cameron avoided on that occasion the well-sharpened Conservative knives by managing to lead a coalition government. The arrangement was also after his own personal liking, as the liaison with the LibDems allowed him to run the country from the left of his party's centre of gravity. The most evident example of this is in the act that – bar repentance – will most certainly lead the man to hell: the “same-sex marriage” legislation he imposed on his own ranks and files in order to keep having sex with his extremely liberal, extremely meddling and extremely bitchy wife.

Cameron also refused a referendum prior to the ratification of the Lisbon Treaty, and again the coalition arrangement allowed him to get away with it. But in secular Toryland this caused a resentment far stronger than the opposition to the sexual abomination. In order to survive, he had to promise a referendum on the EU for after the 2015 elections; clearly thinking that the coalition to be formed in such a scenario would have prevented it. It was still all fine in Faggoland: an expected coalition victory against pathetic Ed Miliband, and no obligation to fight against the EU.

However, things changed radically in April 2015, when the total meltdown of the LibDems left Cameron with an unexpected – and, as I am totally sure, undesired – absolute majority. Things were becoming more difficult for him, now that he was held in power by Members of Parliament on average certainly more conservative than him. For the first time, the man would be held accountable for Conservative policies, no excuses given. Cameron was, for the first time, one who had to deliver, and no excuses allowed.

Those conservative MPs weren't very savage on same-sex marriage, but they felt the breath of the UKIP hounds on their neck and were (as a whole) far angrier about the EU. Cameron couldn't now avoid confronting the huge issue of the EU referendum. He had a last round of negotiation with the EU, out of which came little more than a PR exercise. It is absolutely not true, as I have read in the foreign press several times, that at this point Cameron chose to have the referendum. He simply knew he would not have survived without it, and the Conservative knives were being eagerly sharpened in case of refusal. He simply had no choice.

Still, he thought he could win easily. But once again, his arrogance and absence of real world work experience proved a great limit and, in this case, his undoing. As things began to become complicated he leant too much out of the window for Remain, factually insulting as racists and xenophobic those MPs (around 40%) who were in favour of leaving. Big, big mistake, as even a strong leader can't seriously anger four tenths of his MPs; much less a weakling like Cameron.

A strong Remain victory would have probably saved him – at least for the time being – once again, but it was clear at the vigil of the vote that a narrow victory would not have been enough. If he has some brain, he must have known already around midnight of voting day that he was well and truly, ahem, same-sex screwed. At midnight of the Thursday I was expecting him not to survive until the following evening.

As we all know, the night went differently, and Cameron announced his departure when the Friday was still very young. There was no feeling of a historic moment, as when Thatcher or Blair left. There was, rather, the feeling that this one was already forgotten, a dwarf swallowed by events – the progressive awakening of an electorate told too much rubbish for too long – far bigger than his little, slick, oily self.

The man will be remembered as a giant failure: unable to win a majority against even Gordon Brown, pushing the party in an urbanite, Demi-fag direction resented by millions, bitching against the EU but unable to carve an acceptable role for Britain within it, and finally buried by a referendum he did not want, was forced to start, and played miserably.

The best indication of the scale of the man's failure is given by the two “achievements” his friends and allies are now trying to sell to an extremely sceptical population: the economic recovery (which is a worldwide phenomenon and economic cycle he can certainly not attribute to himself) and the so-called “same-sex marriage”, the contrary of everything decent or conservative.

The PM of six years was booed, basically on his way out of office, by the public of Wimbledon after a Brit had just won. He wasn't even allowed a dignified exit. He was recognised for the phony and fraud he has always been, and treated accordingly.

If he thinks he got a hard deal, he only has to die unrepentant and he will discover what real trouble really looks like.

Good riddance, David Cameron. I doubt you will save your soul, but I will say a prayer for a hypocritical sellout of conservatism like you, too.

M

 

 

Arrested Development

Who are you to judge?

And it came to pass Yours Truly was in Continental Europe again; or, you might say, in the belly of the EU beast.

There, yours truly kept noticing something observed increasingly more often observed in the last ten or so years. Allow me to expand.

Stupidity is engulfing Europe like a Tsunami. The forefront of this tsunami is undoubtedly England, but Continental Europe is only 20 years back, with the most southern Countries like Italy perhaps delayed another 10. As the years go by the tidal wave moves, inexorably.

When I was young, carrying long hair or an unkemp beard was the mark of rebellion. Purple hair and tattoos were basically non-existent. Very fat young women had children throwing stones at them. There were very, very few of those, though. It's not really pleasant to have children throw stones at you because you look like you have just escaped from the circus.

I got older and went to England, like so many of my generation, to study English. I noticed people with purple hair and tattoos, all of them very young. But this was still an extreme appearance. Later, as I moved to Germany, tattoos and purple hair were still taboo; apart from, say, some parts of Berlin and the then drug-district around Frankfurt main train station. The mass morbid obesity was still not there.

Fast forward to the United Kingdom in the Year of Our Lord 2016. When compared to my youth, two phenomena are immediately apparent: the huge number of people (many of them young or very young) who are obscenely obese, and the vast number of people with tattoos and purple hair. The epidemic of obesity just wasn't there the first time I visited the Country now around three decades ago, whilst – as already stated – the tattoos and pink hair where the preserve of very young people playing punk to satisfy their overflowing stupidity.

You would think they would develop to decent people one day. Many of them didn't.

In the UK it is now not uncommon to see old people, but particularly old women – 60 or older – with a tragic case of arrested development: still with purple hair, still dressing like stupid teens in their Sixties, still pretending they are some sort of rebel. You see them strolling around in yoga pants in Central London, and you wonder what the Obama is wrong with us. Rebels, very clearly, they aren't, unless you count looking like a clown at 60 “rebellion”. You also see an increasing number of young people – particularly women – so disgustingly obese in their teens or early twenties that they already have problems in carrying around their own deformity. Young people, I say, or very young people. You would want to cry seeing young lives on the sure path to emotional and, not too far down the line, physical self-destruction. But the madness will keep going.

A country that doesn't believe in anything does not judge anything. It will let these idiots die as crippled in an electric wheelchair, of heart attack and diabetes, in their fifties, forties and even thirties; after which there will be nice party in lieu of a funeral, to “celebrate their lives”.

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But then you move to Continental Europe and start observing a new phenomenon: purple hair and tattoos in people of apparent age of 35 to 40. They weren't there twenty years ago, but they are there now. The same phenomenon is here at work, but in this case the mass arrested development clearly started later. Morbid obesity is not there, but it's clearly worse than in Italy, where the first signs of alarming overweight youth have appeared already. The tidal wave of stupidity marches on, north to south. In time, it will submerge everything.

My forecast: these people will not develop anymore. In twenty years' time we will be confronted with 80 years old women – those who haven't eaten thrmselves to death, of course – sporting purple hair and wearing yoga pants (yes, you can start vomiting now), and showing their Dalai-lama t-shirts with amply wrinkled tattoos on their arms as they roll along in those electric wheelchairs, by then a common feature of Western society. By that time, you will see people of the same type in Germany and Belgium, but probably of age sixty. Give it another ten or fifteen years and Italy or Portugal will follow. They will become dumber, fatter, more tattooed, and more electric-wheel chaired as time goes by.

Am I being “judgmental”? You bet I am!

I have, confronted with these people, the same attitude and the same judgment our much wiser forefathers had in past times; in times, that is, when people not only recognised the idiot, but said so very clearly. Oh, blessed times of “judgmental” reasoning, and social control through elementary common sense!

We have forgotten the sense of sin, and have made excuses for gluttony. We have forgotten the sense of decency, and have made excuses for purple hair. We have forgotten the sacredness of our God-given body, and have made excuses for tattoos. We have forgotten the importance of social control, and do not shame anyone anymore. Not even perverts.

We have become godless, and stupid. This is why we sink in a pit of obscene obesity, obscene outward appearance, obscene sexual perversion, and obscene “we are the world” wannabe Dalai Lama platitudes.

I can see the tidal wave roll, slowly but surely, from the UK down to Mitteleuropa and, in time, to Southern Europe.

There is only one way to stop it.

It is the recovery of our religious identity and of the sanity that goes with it.

Enough with arrested development. Let's go back to the faith – and sanity – of our forefathers.

M

 

Three Cheers For The British Trannies!

Life Site News (Google the link) has the story about the two male British athletes who appear on course to qualify to compete as females in the coming Olympics games.

How entertaining.

The Brits seem to take the rules seriously: a man (means: willie, marbles, and the rest) can be admitted to compete among women if his testosterone level has been below the norm for one year. No need for zip-zipping, because to force a “woman” to mutilate “herself” would be against her “human rights”.

In a predictably hypocritical manner, the female apostles of the gender revolution are now very angry. Gender theory cannot apply when it deprives real women of medals! “Biology is biology!”

Tsk, tsk….

I am astonished at the hate and transphobia shown by these feminists: the athletes in questions are women trapped in the body of a man! Why would they not be allowed to compete among their fellow women in the same way as they can, erm, use their bathrooms? Again: hate and transphobia is all this is.

Can't wait for the trannies to win their first gold medals: the cameras slowly closing on the massive jaw, the Adam's apple prominently on display, the masculine figure towering between two real women (if there are no other trannies around, of course).

Will this be a moment of awakening for the gender crazed? I doubt; but one should never lose hope.

M

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