Daily Archives: October 17, 2015

“We Follow Our Lord, Jesus Christ!”



Cardinal Burke is not taking part to the Synod.

The Evil Clown invited this man instead. 

Thankfully, some men in Red are still Catholic.

These seven minutes are important for everyone. They reassure the faithful, but they also warn them about the consequences of following Francis and his heretical friends into the abyss.

You will find a lot in the short video that must be said. The absurdity of the Heresy of Kasper. The simple guidance on what to do when the next pervert in purple tries to deceive the faithful. The statement that the disagreement at the Synod is due to the way the Synod was promoted, trying to ram an indecent Instrumentum Laboris down the throat of the bishops.

Have no fear. The Church has seen moments like that in the past. She will see them again in the future. There is nothing else to do than stay faithful to the Bride (not to the heresy, wherever it comes from), do all we can to fight the heresy, wait for better times, and die in the faith of our fathers, no matter what.

We follow our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Clearly, this Synod is getting stupid beyond parody. It must be deprived of any credibility together with the disgraceful man who has promoted it.

Time to walk out.

Time to walk out.

Time to walk out.


The “Insults” Reblog

The “Insults” Reblog. 

One Day In The Life Of Archbishop C

Archbishop C was anxiously awaited...

Archbishop C was anxiously awaited…

Archbishop C is, you know, one of those guys. He is very much into pastoral work. So open. So merciful. So inclusive. 

He loves to make pastoral visits in the homes of the marginalised, and to “accompany” them in their journey. Because mercy. 

Once he saw a man savagely beating his, erm, concubine. Archbishop C asked the man: “son, is you decision in good conscience?”. “F@ck yeah!” answered the man with scarce delicacy; and to make the point, he gave a last uppercut to the woman, who as a result fell senseless to the ground.

“I am impressed with the strength of your feelings, son!” – said Archbishop C – “Shall I accompany you to the Sacrament?”. The man asked Archbishop C what the F he was going there, and why the F did he not go away; actually, he suggested the man F disappears at once, or he would F break his F ass.

Archbishop C went away quite happy, satisfied that he had “accompanied” the man as much as he could. He felt so pastoral he was moved to tears by his own mercy and goodness. 

On another occasion, Archbishop C visited another marginalised man. The man was what uncharitable people call a sodomite, and normal people a faggot. Archbishop C does not approve exclusionary language in the least, and he actually likes sodomites; I mean, he thinks that they are our brothers, our sisters, our cousins, our altar boys, our seminarians, our brothers in lurv…

Speaking of lurv, the fag made clear avances to the archbishop, who was alone on that day (he is always alone when he visit the “gays”; which he does often, because mercy…). Archbishop C thought the he must accompany the man in his lurv, and share the lurv. “What kind of Christian would I be” – he thought – “if I did not share the lurv with this wonderful, unique, marginalised person? Lurv must reach out to the peripheries! The priest must smell of the sheep!” 

As the fag is sodomising him, Archbishop C cannot but reflect: “Why not? I think that gay people are human beings too!”. The pain grows bigger by the minute, but Archbishop C, who is very pastoral, kind of likes it. “I think that we really need to get to know what these people’s life is like if we’re going to accompany them”, he thinks. After the fact, and still in visible pain, Archbishop C asks the man is he wants to accompany him to church to get “the Sacrament”. There was, he reflects, a lot of accompanying, so that was certainly warranted. Archbishop C is now crying, we do not know exactly whether because of the pain, or of the consciousness of his own awesomeness.    

Then there was the time where the man visited another man “living at the peripheries”. As he entered the man’s room, the chap was screwing his dog. The man was taken by surprise, and let go of the dog. “No, no!” – said Archbishop C to him – “I think that we have to make sure that we don’t pigeonhole one group as though they are not part of the human family, as though there’s a different set of rules for them. That would be a big mistake! Keep what you are doing, son! The conscience is inviolable!”. 

The man finished his, ahem, job, after which he thought the right thing to do to ask Archbishop C, so unusually understanding, whether he wanted to have a go himself. The Archbishop quickly remembered his painful but pleasant experience with the sodomite, and the necessity to “know what their life is like if we want to accompany them”. Therefore, he was very fast in accepting the offer. “After all”, he thought”, “if people come to a decision in good conscience then our job is to help them move forward and to respect that. The conscience is inviolable and we have to respect that when they make decisions, and I’ve always done that.”

And so it came to pass that Archbishop C got to know what the like of a lot of people is about. This gave him, he thought, a massive pastoral experience. Perhaps this pastoral experience might be shared with other people? Oh, if only every bishop were so merciful, pastoral, inclusive, and understanding like Archbishop C! What can be more inclusive than include another’s youknowwhat in one’s own youknowwhat? Isn’t this, thinks Archbishop C, what the Gospel is all about? Share the lurv! 


You will say, for sure, that this story is absurd. 

Archbishops don’t do such things. 

Maybe not. 

But then you read articles like this one, and start to wonder how far away we are from all this. 


As Heresy Explodes, It Is Time To Walk Out

The Lord is a God who avenges.
    O God who avenges, shine forth.
Rise up, Judge of the earth;
    pay back to the proud what they deserve.
How long, Lord, will the wicked,
    how long will the wicked be jubilant?

They pour out arrogant words;
    all the evildoers are full of boasting.
They crush your people, Lord;
    they oppress your inheritance.
They slay the widow and the foreigner;
    they murder the fatherless.
They say, “The Lord does not see;
    the God of Jacob takes no notice.”

Take notice, you senseless ones among the people;
    you fools, when will you become wise?
Does he who fashioned the ear not hear?
    Does he who formed the eye not see?
10 Does he who disciplines nations not punish?
    Does he who teaches mankind lack knowledge?
11 The Lord knows all human plans;
    he knows that they are futile.

12 Blessed is the one you discipline, Lord,
    the one you teach from your law;
13 you grant them relief from days of trouble,
    till a pit is dug for the wicked.
14 For the Lord will not reject his people;
    he will never forsake his inheritance.
15 Judgment will again be founded on righteousness,
    and all the upright in heart will follow it.

16 Who will rise up for me against the wicked?
    Who will take a stand for me against evildoers?
17 Unless the Lord had given me help,
    I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.
18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,”
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
19 When anxiety was great within me,
    your consolation brought me joy.

20 Can a corrupt throne be allied with you—
    a throne that brings on misery by its decrees?
21 The wicked band together against the righteous
    and condemn the innocent to death.
22 But the Lord has become my fortress,
    and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.
23 He will repay them for their sins
    and destroy them for their wickedness;
    the Lord our God will destroy them.

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