Daily Archives: January 16, 2013
The ultra-liberal actor Sean Penn (a pity it was the wrong brother to die, if one had to die…) once attacked his then-wife (ultra-liberal actors tend to not be satisfied with one) with a baseball bat.
I do not doubt he, like many other unstable Hollywood nut cases, considers law-abiding citizen who love guns or simply believe in individual freedom violent, dangerous people.
I do not know his opinion about banning baseball bats, or giving them only to people who pass a mental health check.
That Hollywood cretins have become people considered worthy of consultation in social matters tells you everything you need to know about the decomposition of Western societies.
I have written some days ago about the impressive initiative (again, no thanks to Archbishop Vincent “Quisling” Nichols) from the roots of English Catholicism, with in the end around 1,000 clergy signing a letter to David “Chameleon” Cameron asking him to stop the so-called same sex marriage initiative.
The letter is impressive because as a start it gathered around one-quarter of the clergy, but one must now slowly wonder how long will it take for the others to join and take a stance; which, thinking of some of the priests and religious I have seen in this country might well be the first time in their life.
A rather notable momentum has been building in the last weeks, and there is no doubt the initial good-ism of our stupid, unbelieving, and prostituted politicians – who hoped to make themselves beautiful on the cheap to distract the attention from the economy – has all but ceased, for now. It is now necessary to keep this going and let the pressure mount.
Alas, something tells me for a sizeable part of our clergy even the signing of a letter defending basic Christianity is too much to ask, and they will be all too happy to sit on the fence and see how this goes. It they wake up one morning with perverts’ “marriage” they will simply invite their parishioners to “give witness of their joy” or similar waffle, continuing in the Western tradition of pastoral activity made of hot air and easy platitudes.
It’s truly time to wake up.
It occurred to me some liberal nuns and people with similar orientation play with the idea of a she-God.
It must sound very new and daring to them. besides, it takes away that dreaded figure, The Male, from the picture.
I wonder why they never do the same with Satan?
When you are in an office building at 8 am on a typical English winter morning, you generally do not expect anything dangerous to happen to you.
What you would least expect is that a helicopter hits a crane hidden by the low morning clouds not far away from you, and the inflamed debris flying around break the window, hit you, and kill you.
This appears, as I write, to have been the destiny of the poor chap who happened to be near that window in Vauxhall this morning, as the helicopter crashed. This is the most chilling detail of the story, perhaps if you exclude the fact that the helicopter crashed very near a busy train line in the middle of the rush hour.
We know that in matters like this there is no blind coincidence. We die when the moment appointed for us to die comes; unless we behave very stupidly and, say, take drugs or drive like idiots, in which case a change of plan might be triggered.
We cannot add one minute to our time, and the time meant for us can come utterly unexpectedly.
Yes, I must go to confession more often.