Daily Archives: August 9, 2013
One of the people I have put in my list of personae non gratae is an old nincompoop who – after a life that I assume, after careful consideration, very badly spent – has nothing better to do than to try to post here. The man is undoubtedly a Proddie, deluding himself that he is a priest; which, in itself, says a lot.
A “priest”, would you believe it, trying to post here without pause like a six-years old boy seeking some sort of validation, or hoping to get the audience he does not get in real life. A “priest”, by the way, insulting me in a rather gross manner, having eventually noticed (after, perhaps, twenty attempts?) that his comments are binned without a second thought. It all happens, in fact, automatically, courtesy of the WordPress software.
I doubt those who know the man – if he is a man; at this point he could be an old dyke – in the flesh think of him better than I do.
Another of the people keeping him company in the same list is – or so I thought – a pseudo-Catholic poster who says she (if memory serves) is oh so Catholic, but so different from bigoted people like me and, in fact, you. I seem to remember he (she) said she attends the Traditional Latin Mass, “but…” . She certainly tried to put forward “traddie” credentials.
Today, I found in my rubbish bin (where the messages land automatically, and are automatically cleaned up after a while; but I do peep every now and then to see whether some worthy message has been unjustly caught in the net, which happens regularly) the same message posted, with exactly the same words, from both.
What shall I say? Poor old man. He was most certainly never a genius; but age clearly doesn’t help. Senectus ipsa est morbus.
The poor man is very probably past redemption, and the episode doesn’t deserve more than a short amused notice. Still, I have decided the following policy change: all those who say “I am a fan of the Traditional Latin Mass, but…” (insert here a variation of the usual rubbish) are trolls or sock puppets. No exceptions I am afraid. Not one.
When such a message appears, I will delete it without fail, and put the author immediately in the spam list.
If you are a sincere friend of the Traditional Mass, think and write like one. If I suspect you are a troll or a Proddie or a modernist masquerading as a friend of Tradition, you’ll never have the opportunity to show you aren’t.
And yes, I will “judge” you. That’s how Catholic I am.
I like the “Jihad Watch”, and I have linked to it several times.
It seems, though, the excellent man is now in the sight of the Nazi thought-police, who want to prevent him from being invited to participate to public debates.
The tactic of the Nazi Nannies is always the same: demonise and destroy. A good chap with a very laudable penchant for exposing the menace coming from Islam – Islam is, in itself, a menace; it is built to be so; that many individuals are both Muslim and peaceful does not change a iota in that – is then slandered as an incendiary bigoted madman, and even compared with Holocaust deniers.
The PC Wehrmacht agitates everywhere and, worryingly, at times they get – as you can read in the linked article – some a d more than some results. Their bullying knows no boundary and no shame; which is rather rich coming from people who are always salivating about how tolerant they are, and who target “bullying” only when it concerns – at least allegedly – some pervert.
This character assassination does get some result, unfortunately. Read the blog post, and you will be worried.
I invite you to please click the link and leave a word of support and encouragement on Robert Spencer's site. I propose to buy the book too, when it is available in kindle format.
Beware of the Nazi dog today.
Tomorrow, he will bite you.
In the hope this may give you some slight consolation – or at least a laugh; though the problem is very serious – in the midst of the antics of the Bishop of Rome, I thought it fitting to report about a layman styling himself as a priest, a Desmond Tutu, certainly known to those of you who appreciate comedy.
Said Mr Tutu participated to another of the many satanic ways in which the satanic UN waste our money: the opening of a “gay-right campaign” in Cape Town.
The man – if he is a real man; at this point it is legitimate to doubt – is on record with the following, utterly and entirely satanical, statement:
“I would refuse to go to a homophobic heaven. No, I would say sorry, I mean I would much rather go to the other place.”
It is difficult to explain to a Christian in a better way the mechanism through which people pave their way to hell.
This man ticks all the boxes: he is in open rebellion to the undisputed Christian tradition of 2,000 years, and his rebellion is so strong and so explicit that it leads Tutu to the extreme, and actually rather logical, consequence: to him, it is better to go to hell than to accept God's “homophobic” rules on sodomy.
Wannabe little god against One True God. Who is going to win?
Read the statement, if you will, again, and then again. The pride of it. The arrogance. The shamelessness. The blasphemy.
Lucifer couldn't have said it better, and Tutu has openly chosen to belong to him, in a very public way.
Many people seem to believe no one really desires hell, and those who end up there are actually “surprised” by an unexpected outcome. This is, clearly, not Mr. Tutu's case. Unless he repents – and he better do so publicly, methinks – it is extremely difficult to imagine how he can avoid that his will be done; unless, of course, God gave us His rule as a form of joke, or to allow us to change them according to the wishes of the UN, or of satanical individuals on an ego trip.
Now you might say: “but Mundabor! Who are you to judge?”.
I reply that I am certainly not condemning Tutu to any hell – though if it were for me to choose, of course I would. I would like a shot. – Here, though, it is very clear that -bar an always welcome repentance – Tutu has condemned himself to hell in the most obvious of ways. Not because I say so, but because God says so.
I know, I know.
The Bishop of Rome would tell Mr. Tutu: “but do good, we will meet there”.
I must say that if you ask me, the suspicion is more than legitimate that the two will, in fact, meet there.
Look, if you please, at the photo above. A young, very dynamic, rather sexy young female swimmer is allegedly in the act of “using her body for the glory of God”.
When I first saw this my immediate, visual reaction (that’s what photos are there for: to cause immediate, visual reactions) was that the Olympic theme is used by our bishops to promote a campaign against obesity (a rather monstrous problem in this country), that is: use your body to make sport and live a healthy life, and all that jazz. Undertone: sport is sexy, and if you make sport you’ll become more attractive.
On second thought, I reflected this might be an invitation to avoid premarital sex, that is: use your body for the glory of God and use your hormonal overflow to make sport and live a healthy life, rather than becoming a slut like so many of…
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