Daily Archives: January 14, 2013

Homomarriage: Vive la France!

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As the BBC has not prominently reported, a mass manifestation took place in Paris yesterday, with an estimated participation of 800,000 according to the organisers, and even the Police figuring around 400,000 attended.

These numbers are very important, because in this case no mass party or trade union was there to organise and provide money and logistics. There can, in fact, be no doubt the initiative was a great success, and I hope a lengthy battle will now take place over the latest pet cause of idiots and leftists after the sudden death of the global warming hysteria.

Predictably, the angle chosen by the aiders and abettors of child abuse at the BBC is to report that apparently France had, before yesterday, a slight majority in favour of making sodomy a perfectly accepted pastime, like fishing. I do not remember the BBC ever choosing this angle when either perverts or other pressure groups they support are themselves in the minority; but it must be my fault, no doubt.

Also please notice if such a mass gathering had taken place some, say, ten years ago with the exact opposite aim, you can bet your hat the BBC would not have allowed any child, dog or cat to remain uninformed, whilst the profile chosen on this occasion is very low to say the least. To the BBC, elementary defence of Christian values and popular support for basic sexual decency must be treated like Jimmy Savile’s decade long activities within the walls of the BBC: the people just do not have to be informed.

The reality on the ground, though, is that the common people (I mean by that people other than conservative Catholic churchgoers) are beginning to wake up: yesterday’s march in Paris united people as different as Christians, Jews, Muslims, Agnostics and Atheists, all with the common conviction that this madness must stop and we must go back to thinking with our brains rather than with the sphincter of a bunch of unspeakably disgusting people firmly in the clutches of Satan.

What happened yesterday in Paris is encouraging, because it shows mobilisation can be realised outside of the predictable conservative Catholic milieu, and be extended to people perhaps not religious but sane enough to wonder what kind of world they will leave to their children and grandchildren.

Kudos to our cheese-loving neighbours, then, and let us hope their effort will not remain unnoticed in the United Kingdom.

Mundabor

The Wellington

Accept no substitutes...

Accept no substitutes…

I was in the pub some time ago, and wanted to order a Wellington. As I give the order, the nice waitress asks me – certainly because of past experiences – whether I realised this is a “vegetarian Wellington”.

What do you mean, I ask in my naïveté. It means, she answers, that all the nice things you read in the menu are not there to enrich the meat, but to substitute it (she didn’t say it that way, of course; but that was the gist…).

So, this was in actual fact a Wellington without the meat, which is like saying a pizza without the dough, or mashed potatoes without the potatoes. A pure contradiction in terms.

I was immediately reminded of liberal religious sisters.

Mundabor

So-Called C of E: The Muppet Show Goes On

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If you had any doubt the Anglican Muppet Show would continue after the departure of the much-lamented (because extremely hilarious) Rowan Williams, you should now not have any doubt the new leader of the so-called C of E is now frantically driving the organisation to the wall with renewed enthusiasm.

The recent decision to allow openly homosexual wannabe priests to become wannabe bishops even if they live with their wannabe “partners” provided they (ahahahah!!!!!) promise to remain celibate is as credible as appointing Jimmy Savile head of the orphanage provided he promises not to abuse the children. Actually no, it’s even more stupid, because child abuse is a criminal offence and even Jimmy Savile would have to pay attention, whereas sodomy isn’t and therefore the wannabe  bishop wouldn’t.

The new measure is, of course, the latest exercise  in Anglican hypocrisy, this time on a scale embarrassing even for Anglicans.

Other provinces of the Anglican Communion do not seem to see it in the same way, though: Anglican wannabe bishops in Nigeria, Uganda and Kenia have stated in no uncertain term they’ll not tolerate this, and this move could “shatter” whatever “hopes for reconciliation” between the opposing camps there might have been. Strong tobacco, methinks.

I do not know what so-called Archbishop Welby (make no mistake, he is no more an Archbishop than the above mentioned Jimmy Savile) has in mind with this genial shoot in his foot. Perhaps he sees the riff within the Anglican communion as irrecoverable and the Christians destined to detach themselves from the Inclusives anyway at some point; perhaps he hopes this push forward will force the Christians  to choose separation or abandonment of basic Christian principles and they will choose the latter  after some symbolic sweetie is given to them to allow them to pretend they have saved face (they are Anglicans, remember…); perhaps he and his are just too stupid to look forward and see what they are doing.

Be it as it may, the process of decomposition of the so-called C of E continues unabated, and every steps getting them further from Christianity increases the danger of damnation for the souls of their already extremely disinterested members, for whom Christianity seems now definitely on the way to becoming a completely new home-made parody of the original, and proudly rooted on satanic perversion.

At this point I can seriously see the day they will appoint Satanists as bishops, provided they promise not to celebrate any black mass.

All this would be extremely serious, if I were able to take the Anglicans in any way seriously. As it stands, I cannot but look at them with the same amused condescendence with which you look at children playing office, or army; with the big difference that children who play office or army do not endanger their soul.

Mundabor

 

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