Back To “Judgment”

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, of those that reconcile you with life in England. Walking toward the underground station after seeing some friends, I was walking in one of those elegant squares with the cafes/brasseries where most people (including yours truly) cannot afford to eat.

On the pavement in front of one of these elegant brasseries, a shocking sight was attracting the attention.

The most shocking, most disgusting person I have ever seen (read this again: it's not an exaggeration) was talking animatedly on his mobile phone. He was a frightful sight. Extremely thin and extremely pale, his hollow and cadaveric face screamed “drug addict”. He was dressed not only like a faggot, but like a faggot who wants to look as disgusting as possible; an über-faggot, so to speak.The most shocking detail was his hair, that was cut in a sodomitical fashion at the front but extremely short at the back, up to the top of his skull, as if with the intent of looking as repulsive as possible. Thinking back, one believes that there are people out there who eat shit.

I admit that I have lived a rather sheltered life, and am proud to say I saw my first drug addict at nineteen, remaining shocked the rest of the day. But now I am over fifty, and the like of that wreck I had never seen; not in the underground of Frankfurt or Berlin, and not in many years of Greater London.

It was truly shocking. It was like seeing one who was living in the midst of excrements, and insisting in showing all his degradation to the world. He did not see the scared or disgusted faces of the customers of the cafe (most Brits are such that they would look elsewhere if in the sight of him), and I think after a long experience of such faces he probably did not care anymore how people looked at him. As he was talking animatedly, in an alarmed and whining way, people like me (who do “judging” a lot, because they have a brain and refuse to switch it off; macht nichts, I couldn't become Pope anyway) could not avoid thinking this was a male prostitute in a very advanced state of drug addiction suddenly informed that his client was gone, and his fix with him; or something of such like, edifying nature.

As it happens when one sees a shocking sight, my brain started to pose questions: how is it possible that a human being reduces himself in such a state; what would be the trauma of a child confronted with such a revolting spectacle; how many people have seen this man drowning and have said nothing; is he truly responsible for reducing himself in such a state. The answers that kept coming to my mind were “very probably drugs”, “a great one”, “probably very many” and “without the shadow of a doubt”.

Each one of those answers would be, methinks, worthy of a blog post. Here, I'd like to dwell on the third one.

When I was a child, we were not confronted with such people. Drug addicts were certainly there, but the freedom to do and leave whatever one wanted without fear of reprisal was just not there. A person going on the street in broad daylight dressed in such a way would have had children throwing stones at him (the less impressionable ones; those who torture cats, for example), the police stopping and harassing them, and in general a total societal refusal. This chap could obviously reduce himself in that state, because a society that does not dare to “judge” will never have a harsh word for anyone, much less a pervert. The perverted illness of the man also shows the moral bankruptcy of a society that allows (stupid) people to sink in such pits of abjection without offering more than the usual tolerance, inclusiveness, and obligatory niceness.

In a morally ordered society, you don't see such people on the street, shocking even adults. They would be forced to dress differently, to behave differently and, to an extent, to think differently. All this will, of course, never completely eradicate sexual perversion, or drug use. But an ordered society will make what is in its part to at least create unfavourable conditions for such behaviour, and to help the stupid and weak not to stray through a ruthless process of societal control; that is, well, “judgment”.

No, I will not close my eyes to reality and say to myself “perhaps he wasn't a disgusting faggot, just a chap with an extravagant taste”, or “how can you say he was a drug addict? Perhaps he had merely slept badly”, or the worst of them all, the one that helps people to become faggots or drug addicts if so inclined: “who are you to judge?”.

I am so fed up with a rotten society so proud of its illness. I have the pockets full of this “non-judgmental” society positively helping people to kill themselves. I am sick and tired of a world that ridicules one for mentioning the fear of the Lord, but positively helps idiots like the one above to kill themselves slowly, and possibly not even so slowly, and damn their soul in the process.

In pure Un-Francis (the Bishop, not the Saint) style, expect a lot of “judgment” on this blog whenever scandal is given and the stupidity of the modern heathen society must be exposed.

We are all sinners, and this was always so. But in more intelligent times people understood the difference between private weakness and public scandal, took care not to upset the children (and the adults), enforced a code of proper conduct with great energy, and would have laughed at the politically correct crap of our times.

I know, the Bishop of Rome disagrees. Who is he to judge? Well he is a disgraceful, scandalous Pope, and I for one am the one to say it out loud. Feel good with yourselves by insulting me, the reality on the ground remains.

More non-judgmental people means more people helped to become like the human wretch of this post. Their own fault in the end, no doubt, but we as a society must discourage them as forcefully as we can instead of letting them sink, and probably go to hell, because we want to feel good with ourselves.




Posted on August 20, 2013, in Catholicism, Conservative Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. This comment by Kevin in Catholic Herald 05/08/2013 is perhaps relevant.

    From the in-flight press conference –

    Patricia Zorzan:
    “In Brazil a law has been approved which extends the right of abortion and has allowed matrimony between persons of the same sex. Why didn’t you speak about this?”

    Pope Francis:
    “…It wasn’t necessary to go back to this, nor did I speak about fraud or lies or other things, on which the Church has a clear doctrine.
    …it wasn’t necessary to talk about that, but about positive things that open the way to youngsters, isn’t that so? Moreover, young people know perfectly well what the position of the Church is.”

    Holy Father, the legislation that is pervading the Western world is closing Catholic youngsters in. Young people are not told by anyone that fraud, lies or human trafficking are good things or a matter of personal choice. They are not at risk of unemployment if they publicly condemn them. They are not statistically unlikely to find a lifelong spouse if they deplore these things among their friends and acquaintances.

    You had three million young people before you. A massive crowd that has now dispersed among the peoples from whence they came. You had a golden opportunity to break what have even become taboo subjects among Catholics! You could have given some of those young people the confidence to talk about them amongst each other – “What do you think of what the Pope said today?” – instead of staying quiet, as you apparently did, and not knowing for sure what anyone else believes.

    If you know anything about the present day you will know that the attitude of our Catholic brother in good standing, Tony Blair, as expressed in the following quote is not at all uncommon:
    “[I]f you went into any Catholic church, particularly a well-attended one, on any Sunday here and did a poll of the congregation, you’d be surprised at how liberal-minded people were.”

  2. I am going to ….have to agree with you. I remember one day taking a colleague aside to tell her she should not marry the weekend guy she was seeing (she had two previous divorces, was only 27 and she had another lover during the week) for several reasons that I enumerated. She thanked me for it, she was actually sincere and admitted I was the first one to give her any advice. The others were saying: “that’s great”.
    Everyone around me, including within my family, does not judge of course (they are good, I am not), And they follow that by a… judgment of me. Ironic. The only one that we can judge are the Catholic churchgoers.

  3. I’ve heard the same bull coming from parents when they see their older children (older meaning mid-teens and up) making un-Christian choices or putting wrong thinking into words–that are never once challenged by their parents. The argument goes something like this: “Well, he already knows right from wrong. He knows what the Church teaches, but he’s too old for me to be lecturing him on what he must already know–at least on some level. If I correct him, he’ll just plant his feet! Better to just stand by and pray and hope he comes to his senses and repents.” Its a policy my dad considered pure excrement. He would never have hesitated to correct wrong thinking and wrong behavior even in his adult children. He knew we’d learned right from wrong. He also knew we were human, and that bad habits, left unchecked, lead to worse ones.
    When I hear words like that coming from the head of the Catholic Church, I’m angry and heart-broken for the people who might have heard life-changing words from their “papa,” but were instead gifted with words that had all the depth of a fortune cookie message.
    What a wasted opportunity! To say NOTHING and to offer as an asinine excuse that “oh, they already know all that stuff. Let’s just talk about positive things! Happy stuff, you know. It’ll spoil the mood if I talk about sin and hell. Nobody’s here for that! I’m here to bring honey, not vinegar . . . .” Problem is, if the recipe calls for vinegar, honey will not produce the desired effect. Sorry for getting all metaphorical on you. Oh, for a stiff drink (in my dad’s honor).

  4. Oh how I appreciate your courage Mundabor! Please continue, perhaps I will catch some of your bravery! I do not fear so much the judgment of my fellow human as much as my concern that should I say it so bluntly that I will lose the battle of trying to win their soul for Christ. But, I sure do love hearing you say it straight up! Thank you and God bless you.

    • If you ask me, I think my “courage” (if such it is) is not so much in this blog, but in the mockery or hostility or isolation I, as many of us, encounter in my daily life for speaking out.

      The worst that can happen if you run a blog is that people will insult you via comment. I am rather amused at that, and seriously do not waste my time thinking of it.

      Having to have discussions with people you love or are friends with is the more difficult part; again I relish the fight, and am not the kind of man who is “hurt” at what other people say, but one notices the unavoidable destiny of being considered one with one or three screws set too tight.

      I hope this blog gives the readers at least some argument and ammunition to be, according to their own nature, good crusaders in their own little sphere of influence.


  5. That it does M, that it does. Often I rephrase your blog to my children and their friends. Truth must be told but they are awash in the garbage of the day, so a little more tenderly put serves better. I’m glad to know you don’t mind when I borrow your thoughts to drive points home to my impressionable teenagers. Thank you again M – you are a blessing from above!

    • Rephrase away, Ellie, rephrase away! I am, actually, very proud to know that my blog posts are used, in an appropriate fashion, to instruct the younger. Whilst this blog is forcibly destined to an adult readership – because we live in a world where sexual perversion is openly promoted, and must be openly and aggressively attacked – I do think that the underlying message can be, with the opportune precautions, “recycled” for the use of the younger.

      Keep up the good work. Your children are blessed in their good Catholic mother.


      P.s. I am not a blessing from above. I am an angry Italian from here below… 😉

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