Daily Archives: May 20, 2015
Think back when you were at (high) school. Hormones were everywhere, girls blossomed like a rose garden in May, boys could only look at breasts' height. I can't imagine it was easy for everyone to – as they say – “hide” his sexual – as they say – “orientation”.
How many were the fags? How many were the dykes? I can answer for my environment: one and one, perhaps one and a half in the second case. Over several hundred of school and neighbourhood friends, acquaintances, and people known through other people.
The moral of the story? Sexual perversion is very rare. It is certainly very, very rare in the sane social environment I grew in (men were men; women were women; families had two parents of opposite sex; perverts were universally despised and met with unanimous disgust), which encouraged boys to be boys and girls to be girls; but it is also certainly rare in the more effeminate, dysfunctional context of modern Anglo-Saxon societies, where a male guide is often missing and women have too often never been told they are supposed to be sweet and feminine, which qualities actually attracts men.
The gay Mafia will, obviously, for you to believe otherwise. If sexual perversion is to be seen as normal, logic demands that it be seen as frequent. Hence, all those completely unreal figures you read around: two, three, four, even six percent!
Give me a break. Six percent means every class of thirty would have around two, two classes of twenty-five would be expected to have three. Really? Is this the reality you grew in? What was that, Sodom High?
No. This is all a huge fraud. Sexual perversion is very, very rare. If sexual perverts are so frequent, how is it that no one ever noticed these last many thousands of years? “Oh, but they were in the closet!” They will say. Poppycock again. You can't say being a fag or a dyke is what makes one person's real nature, but this nature can be hidden for a lifetime. It just doesn't make sense, unless we want to believe every closeted fag is born a wonderful actor. I couldn't fake being a woman for one second (I am sure even those who hate and despise me will have to admit that), so it's not clear to me how a massive, lifelong deception would have been possible in the same way.
No, the answer is very simple: the numbers of perverts is always very low, but it can be somewhat higher when Sodom is around one, just because there will be more people targeted for perversion, and more people without a clear role to follow. The poor boy who grew up in a single mother household might never know what it is to naturally learn to grow up and become a man, naturally following the example of the men in his environment. He will be a prime target for perverts. Whilst this does not make of him a pervert, it makes him more vulnerable if a bad tendency could develop in the meantime.
Still, we are talking very, very low numbers.
Have a walk in Central London on a typical Saturday afternoon. Count the people who are certainly perverts. Then add all the people who just look like they might be, and are more probably just metrosexual losers (you know the type: the faggoty trousers, the faggoty shirt, the general unmanly demeanour). Then compare all of them to all the perfectly normal, straight people you have crossed on the pavement that day. You will discover that even the number of clear + possible pervert is extremely slow in comparison to the general population, and I mean really low, clear-fraction-of-one-percent low. And I have included all the metrosexual losers, so please do not come to me with the “but you can't recognised them” argument.
No. Biased “statistics” clear do not match reality.
Reality speaks another language, and it tells you that perverts are very rare.
A person commits suicide; that is, he commits pretty much the worst sin available to mankind. Let us say that the suicide in question was a loving husband and father, very active in his church group, and otherwise admired by neighbours, pets and trees.
Let us also said that said suicide had troubles of his own: disease, bereavement, financial difficulties, you name it.
Find all the extenuating circumstances you want. Then add some more.
The question still remains: why should a suicide have a Catholic funeral?
Let us look at this as our forefathers did. Suicide is the worst sin. The scandal it gives is immense. Sadly, the suicide might act on other people tempted in the same way and suggest to them that yes, it can be done. You do not need a stellar IQ to understand how a Catholic funeral would amplify this effect in the eyes of the believer.
Whenever a suicide receives a Catholic funeral, scandal is added to scandal. It is as if Satan would receive this boost, that if he has not just obtained a victory he will be soon allowed to get other chances; courtesy of a nice Catholic community, led by a nice priest. Boy, how Satan must like this kind of niceness…
Let us look at it, then, from the point of view of the suicide. If he is in hell (which, unless you are blind and stupid, is still the most probable outcome in the majority of cases) then the Catholic funeral is a further gift made to Satan. But if the poor soul is not in hell, why on earth would he want something that might well lead to hell others? Is the soul in purgatory so concerned about being seen as “good” after he has committed suicide? No. He certainly would not want. Extremely grateful for having escaped hell, he would most certainly not want anything be done, remotely connected to his act, that might lead others to perdition.
Does this mean, then, that the absence of a funeral and the burying in not consecrated ground mean that the suicide is in hell? No, of course it doesn't. It never did, it never will. But certainly, it should mean that a terror and dread of hell should cause a shiver to run down the spine of the entire community, then a very concrete possibility of damnation is there, in front of everyone, plain to see. In Christian times, Satan's move was countered by a very powerful response. For one who was very possibly in hell, hundreds were terrified of going there.
Nowadays, Satan's move is accompanied by the nice community, who help him score a second time. After having very possibly taken one soul, Satan will take the funeral in his stride; and who knows, the atmosphere of understanding and near-certain salvation – many will be offended even at the hint salvation might not have been achieved – might well help him to get to further prey.
Were, then, our ancestors cruel? No. Very simply, they took heaven and hell seriously. If one had shot himself in the head, they did not go around saying “but he was so nice! Surely, whilst the bullet was on its way from the barrel to his head he had ample time to ask the Blessed Virgin for forgiveness?”
Look. The final word is, of course, God's. But God has given us a brain, and this brain is supposed to be used. Whilst we can only reason in terms of probabilities, there are probabilities that must make our blood chill. If they don't, it simply means that we have no fear of the Lord; because God can do everything, so He will save us whatever we do. Or because as we ultimately don't know, we are exempted from being utterly scared at what has very probably happened. This is another big door open to Satan, and every such funeral opens it a big wider.
Why, then, are such funerals, nowadays, universally celebrated? Because the fear of the Lord has given place to this fluffy feeling that we are all oh so nice, and therefore oh so evidently saved. It does not matter how bad the odds are, we are going to continue to believe in the most improbable of happy endings; because you see, how can there be any other? He was so… nice!
If I were so impious as to commit suicide, and if I were so lucky as to escape hell notwithstanding my terrible feat – temporal insanity, say; or even complete and conclamate madness – the last thing I would want is that an occasion be offered for others to go the same way. And no, the unconsecrated ground would not be bitter to me; on the contrary, having escaped hell after such a feat would be the sweetest thing, no matter how strong my suffering in Purgatory.
The funeral of the suicide does nothing for the suicide; but it does a lot for Satan, helping to spread an aura of general forgiveness around him, and contributing massively to the general loss of the fear of the Lord. It is, in the end, just another self-celebration of the community of the suicide, which is conveniently reassured that Satan cannot – I mean, we don't know exactly… but… really? How… cruel for you to even mention! – have struck just in their middle. Which, actually, he has, though we cannot be sure he succeeded.
Hell is real. The danger of ending there is very real for everyone of us. The right attitude is to keep this in mind, and go through life with a good dose of fear of what can happen to us. Funerals for suicides are not compatible with this view of life.
Our forefathers knew it. We don't.
But we understand niceness so well.