Daily Archives: September 8, 2014

“Popegate” Makes It To Breitbart

Read it here.

the journalists at breitbart seem to do their homework. The linked article also mentions the recent scandal in New York and the tougher predecessor in reprimanding of Monsignor Pope, Father Guranizo.

No word has come out of the Washington, DC, Chancery office if Pope will be punished beyond having his column taken down. They kicked one South African priest out of the Archdiocese and the Holy See Mission to the United Nations after he criticized Cardinal Dolan for allowing the proposed closing of a small parish which serves the Catholic traditionalist community in New York. And just last year a priest visiting from Moscow, Father Marcel Guarnizo, was tossed from the Diocese of Washington for refusing to give communion to a lesbian at her mother’s funeral. 

It is good to know that the betrayal of Catholicism perpetrated by our stinking shepherds is slowly going out of the Catholic circles and finding a wider audience. I can imagine many Breitbard readers slowly becoming more interested in these people: the priest telling it .. straight to the dykes, the other so attached to the Latin Mass, a third criticising the Cardinal Archbishop of New York.

One blog post, one forum comment, one article at a time, we will one day manage to put many, many Catholics in front of the fundamental questions:

what the heck it’s happening?  What kind of Catholics are these? And why have I not opened my mouth before?  


Gender Madness

I was in Berlin for business some years ago, and in my free time I was visiting the place using the public transport.

On the Berliner S-Bahn, a human being sat opposite me, and I could not make my mind whether “it” was a man or a woman.

It was, probably, the future.

Endowed with manboobs that could have been real – if very ugly – boobs, “it” sported a masculine haircut in John Wayne style. The expression was fully neutral, and deprived of that angry, vaguely aggressively look you never fail to notice in the fat lesbian, at least when you notice she is a lesbian; a fat lesbian who will also generally accompany her bitchy attitude with other distinctive signs of the breed: extremely short hair, or tattoos, or a general air of “I don't give a damn what you think of me”. (I think extremely bad of you still, dude).

At the same time, “it” had a clearly delicate skin, such as I had never noticed in a man. His facial traits were not masculine, but not feminine either. He looked in the void with an expression fully unable to express any feminine or masculine trait.

I continued to observe this freak show as closely as I could without being noticed, sure that I would have found some sign allowing me to clearly state whether that strangest of being was a strange man or a strange dyke. I did not dare to ask, as I did not want to be unkind to a person who might simply be un-feminine or not masculine, but perfectly straight otherwise (a phenomenon rather spread in Germany).

I could find any answer. The person remained a riddle. Ten good minutes of observation were not enough to find an answer. To this day, I haven't made my mind as to what it was. Never have I experienced the like again: not even here in London, where freak shows abound; but you see, they are willing freak shows, whilst the other one seemed utterly oblivious of his/her/its own disquieting strangeness and with no desire to advertise any particular agenda. The episode left me puzzled and mildly shocked, like seeing an animal that is either a strange dog or a strange cat, but none of the two.

It never happened to me again; but it is very clear to me that gender confusion is on the march. The number of people walking around London who, whilst clearly being males, do not walk, talk, or behave as such is clearly on the rise.

They are invariably young; they dress in ways meant to let them look ephebic; they speak in a hushed, soft manner, and gesticulate in a delicate way. They walk as they were afraid to thread the ground, often with inward-looking feet. The obvious, eternal signs of manliness are clearly not there, and by that I do not mean walking like a gorilla and spread one's legs like an aspiring street criminal, but simply the quiet assertiveness, the implicit strength a man will put in everything he does. Look at not only the way of walking and talking, but at the different way a man and a woman even take a glass from a table and you'll know what I mean.

These people cannot be all fags. Some of them certainly are, but the phenomenon is far too spread.

What I think they are is: the sons of single mothers.

Grown up without a father, and probably very often without any male relatives near them; now largely deprived of male teachers; bombarded with an image of the male that all too often conjures an idiot, a good for nothing, or a pleasant servant of his wife (cue countless movies, or TV ads), these poor boys grow up unwittingly absorbing not only some of the mannerisms of the women around them, but the general outlook toward life. Gone is the assertiveness, the chutzpah, the dominant attitude; in come the sensitive attitude, the soft tones, the walking on eggs, the espousing of the most stupid causes, the support for she males of all sorts, and the increase of uncertainties about their own identity.

A mother can't really say “man up!” to his own boy. She is very unlikely to pat him on the shoulder when he dared to confront a bully, or to cross fists with some minor idiot. She will probably not encourage him to be competitive, to give his best, to win and be proud, to lose and do better; least of all, she will teach him to be proud for his black eye.

How will, then, these poor boys grow? In a world deprived of manliness. Of course, many of them will grow up to be straight. But it will be the uncertain, or at least the weak straightness of mama's boy, the sensitive attitude of the sissy, the castrated vision of the world that sees in men a problem, and an enemy in patriarchy.

How such a sissy can be of any satisfaction, or give any real assurance of security, to a woman who is not a flame-throwing drake is beyond me. Nor will even the drake be ever satisfied with the sissy, because God has made things so that two dysfunctional individuals will never make for a functional marriage.

And so we see more and more of them, the faggot-trousered, sissy-coiffured boys walking on eggs, with inward bent feet; talking like girls, because they don't know any better.

Have pity of them. They are the last victims of the feminist culture of emancipation.


Wrong In Every Thought




“The Holy Spirit is the living presence of God in the Church. He keeps the Church going, keeps the Church moving forward. More and more, beyond the limits, onwards. The Holy Spirit with His gifts guides the Church. You cannot understand the Church of Jesus without this Paraclete, whom the Lord sends us for this very reason. And He makes unthinkable choices, but unimaginable! To use a word of St. John XXIII: it is the Holy Spirit that updates the Church. Really, he really updates it and keeps it going.”

“And we Christians must ask the Lord for the grace of docility to the Holy Spirit. Docility in this Spirit, who speaks to us in our heart, who speaks to us in all of life’s circumstances, who speaks to us in the Church’s life, in Christian communities, who is always speaking to us.”

Pope Francis, “off-the-cuff” homily, 12 May 2014. 

A wannabe “c”atholic publication has republished this. The armies are clearly positioning themselves before next month’s battle.

Pope Francis obviously leads the heretical, blasphemous,  sacrilegious side. He can’t open his mouth without giving clues as to how he thinks, and how he thinks it’s straight from the Heresy Manual.  

The idea that the Church “moves forward” is clearly to be understood in a theological sense and reeks of Modernism from very, very far. The following words clearly expand on the concept: “more and more” gives an idea of continuous revolution; “beyond the limits” clearly states the revolution ignores any limit; the final “onwords” reinforces the concept. Pure Modernism, and in an aggressive form to boot.  

This Pope is a damn theological Castroite. 

Then he gets even more explicit: the Holy Spirit “guides” the Church towards the just mentioned regions “beyond the limits”. If you don’t get this, you cannot understand the Church. He will make unthinkable choices, unimaginable to those who have not listened to his push to go “beyond the limit”.   

We must ask the lord for the kind of “docility” that allows us to throw away the Truth (of yesterday) for the “unthinkable” (of today). But how do we know what the Holy Spirit wants from us? By listening to “our hearts” (boy, this is gay!) and by listening to what the contracepting, fornicating, concubinating, and an awful lot of other “-ing” “Christian communities” have to say. 

Spoken like a true liberal Protestant.

May the Lord, in His Goodness, strike this dangerous clown down; or cause him to resign; or in any way keep this scourge away from us, and from that Holy Mother Church he so evidently hates and despises.  





Celebrating The Death Of The Dalai Lama

The mindless, populist cretin calling himself the Dalai Lama has now announced that, contrary to previous affirmations of him, the way for a She-Lama is now barred, because after him the job shall not be advertised anymore. The people will be its own spiritual guide, or such nonsense.

This one reminds one closely of Francis: stupid, populist, and so much in love with himself he wants to put everyone of his predecessors in the shadow. This one, in facts, even wants to prevent any of his successors from giving any shade to him.

The funniest in all this is that a chap calling himself Dalai Lama is supposed to believe that he is the reincarnation of his predecessors. Therefore, to fear – as he has half-jokingly, half-stupidly indicated – that an hypothetical successor of him could ruin the reputation he himself has gained for the office means to insult himself with the same breath with which he glorifies… himself.

We will, therefore, have no further dreamed-of reincarnation of him as Dalai Lama, or so the deluded man seems to think. Of course he wants to reincarnate himself “as long as there will be people suffering”, which means forever. But in his wisdom, he thinks that the help is best given not helping in the role of spiritual guide; rather in the role of humble nurse, or the like. Boy, this one reeks of Francis like the shepherd reeks of the sheep.

I obviously salute the announced death of the Dalai Lama as an office. That's one impostor less on the planet, which must – and will one day – recognise Christ as the King of Kings. But I also salute the announced demolition of a fake religious institution whilst the occupant is still living, as the boundless vanity of this man appears now evident even to the readers of the “Guardian”.

No She-Dalai, then, or further reincarnation crap. At least if the man has his way.

But will he have his way? I am afraid not. The Chinese Government has already said they are very interested in a Dalai Lama (how the times change!), and actually want to have a say in the appointment. An entire chaste of religious will see itself at risk of self-implosion without a visible head and symbol of unity. The end of the Dalai Lama would also – like it or not – be a severe blow to Tibet's fight for independence. Too much speaks for the next baby to be hand picked as the Dalai Lama – with or without China's agreement – shortly after the death of the mini-Francis now in charge. Hoping, as I am sure the religious do, that he will not be such an ass as the present one.

I celebrate the announcement of the death of the Dalai Lama.

I am just not entirely persuaded that the stupidity of this man's statements will survive his own death.


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