Monthly Archives: January 2016

“Family Day 2016” in Rome: Feast Your Eyes!


Our life, our sweetness and our hope.


The photos you see here (if you know Rome you have an idea of the vastness of the Circo Massimo, and it appears many preferred to remain in the outer spaces to avoid being packed inside) should be a joy for every Catholic heart young and old.

This huge gathering took place without any sponsoring of or encouragement from the Vatican.

I will be frank here, and at the cost of appearing defeatist I must state that I have no realistic hope that Italy will avoid going down the slippery slope of institutionalised and, one day, encouraged, sexual perversion. But events like these show how deeply sanity is eradicated in very many Italian minds.

This was achieved with a de facto boycott from the Vatican. Imagine what would have been possible if there had been Catholics at the top of the Barque. 

May those at the Vatican, whatever the colour of their cassock (for those who still wear one), pay the ultimate price for their complicity with evil if they die unrepentant.

It does not matter how many battles get lost on the day; one day, with the help of the Blessed Virgin, both the Church and my beloved Country will go back to sanity.

Alas, I doubt that I will see that day.



Homophilic Exhortation Almost There


Languidly lost in thoughts of.. sodomy? "Tucho" Fernandez.

Languidly lost in thoughts of.. sodomy? “Tucho” Fernandez.



The news reaches us from Rorate Caeli that a) the apostolic exhortation following the Synod will be released within march, and b) the main contributor will be the not at all manly chap you see in the photo above.

Fernandez is known as liberal beyond the point of heresy, and his publications and interviews have already caused scandal in the past (I might have written about it, if I had the time). Of course, being one of those chaps who hate everything of Catholicism he is very thick with our very own Francis, and it is therefore no surprise the Evil Clown has given him the task to write the lurv-fest manifesto. 

Now, the damage will be noticeable, but still contained if the apostolic exhortation will limit itself to the usual rhetoric about lurv. Much worse it will become if Francis will dare to insert in it statements in obvious contrast with Natural Law (and the reported link states it will, barring intervention from the CDF as this is an official Vatican document). Much, much worse will this become if Francis goes to the extreme point of introducing actual, concrete measure measures facilitating, the sacrilege of communion for adulterers or any form of benediction of perverts’ “couples”, or the like.

Three months ago I would have told you that, if the last scenario were to occur, all hell would break loose. This after Francis had been successfully stopped by an unseemly and not very brave, but undoubtedly effective “rubber wall” at the Synod.

Now, I begin to have my doubt that this would happen. Since the end of the Synod we have assisted to events (like the “world religion light fest”, the “world religion FrancisVideo” and the communion sacrilegiously given to Protestants in the Vatican to mention only three, and I am still neglecting the new rules about the washing of the feet at Maundy Thursday’s Mass) that have caused nothing like the minimum amount of clerical scandal and opposition that would have allowed me to sleep well. I know, none of this is magisterial in the proper sense, but when all you see is silence from our Bishops and Cardinals then you wonder whether these people are picking their battles, or picking their nose instead, as Francis continues with a relentless barrage of heresies and blasphemies.

I wish I could be more optimistic. I normally am. But the aftermath of both the light show and the video (not to speak of the sacrilege in the Vatican) have frankly scared me. Methinks, the decision of Francis to allow the Proddies to receive communion (as I write this I have news of one, yes, one bishop condemning this) might have been the result of his feeling emboldened by the lack of clerical flack after the previous events.

We will see what the future brings. We stay strong in the faith, then Francis isn’t the faith, merely an evil clown. We accept this Pontificate as God’s punishment for the immense presumption of wanting to remake the Church in the image of.. man ongoing since 1963. We resign ourselves to die in an age of confusion, but to die without any confusion at all in our hearts and minds. We keeping fighting the good fight; a fight which, as we all known, is already won, no matter what the appearances in this vale of tears.

The Catholic Truth is as shining now as it always was. Alas, now it is shining by contrast with heresy, but it is shining still. She is still there, unaltered and unalterable by any evil pope, or any of his less than manly minions.

Stay strong. Pray more. Do penance. Begin to recite the daily Rosary. Pray frequently to St Michael. Defend proper Catholicism whenever and wherever you can (smartly and prudently) do so. Keep battling.

Old asses die, and become glue. This particular old ass might well have a much worse destiny.


Novus Ordo Football Team

And it came to pass yours truly managed to count 17 people in the sactuary at the same time, though there was no choir.

An army of extraordinary whatever, altar Boys 'n Girl, and of course the priest were all there as if the football team needed a photo before the match. I could not avoid thinking that it was done to encourage attendance, as probably the half of those present had some ties of family or friendship with at least one member of Novus Ordo Football Team.

Any concept of sacredness was, of course, gone even before the laymen invasion, as the sanctuary had no chancel. Nor would there be any other signs marking the sacredness of the space, a rather small altar adding to the sense of atrophying Christianity.m

I could not avoid thinking that this was a visual effect of what is happening in the Church right now: Man makes himself big and bold and goes centre-stage, Christianity literally shrinks. The altars shrinks, the stoops shrink, the crucifixes on the altar shrink, the tabernacles shrink, the bell towers shrink or disappear, the pulpits disappear altogether. But in this particular church 17 people of both sexes (OK, only 15 superfluous) crowd the sanctuary, and seem not to see the link between Novus Ordo Football Team and a Christianity that, in their own Country, is shrinking, eroded and almost eaten alive by their own stupidity.

They do not want to get the very clear message. Because they like seeing people in the sanctuary.



The “Alternative Blessed Virgin” Reblog

The “Alternative Blessed Virgin” Reblog

The “Repubblica Interview” Omnibus


Theology on one’s hoofs….



The first take

The second one 

The third one 

.. and the fourth….

… followed by the fifth!….

.. and the sixth! 

.. I can’t believe this… 

.. well, this is the last one.. 


Trannylympic Games

Now coming to you courtesy of the IOC

Now coming to you courtesy of the IOC



We are informed from a proto-communist newspaper that the IOC has released new “recommendations” for the admission of freak shows to Olympic games. The rules aren’t mandatory, but every national federation can adopt them. 

Forget for a moment the astonishing language used in the article (“transitioning”? really?) and focus on the consequences. The new rules will make it far easier for not only a real freak show, but even a pretended one to compete together with females. I do not need to tell you that one years of hormone treatment does not a female make (nor does snipping things around, come to that).

The consequence of this is that the door is open for very ambitious male athletes without scruples – or for people with desire for attention, or weird issues – to be able to compete in female disciplines and, in many cases, obtain a clear advantage. 

Can’t wait for the first big unshaven jaw on the podium of some traditional discipline, televised worldwide. It will be a big lesson for all the feminist cows out there, and those feminist-light women (and, alas, men; though I always wonder how many of them wish they were women) who are always there “supporting” the right to be a freak show, and now see the consequences for them.

Ideally there will be a half-invasion of “nu-females” (all equipped with a willie and the rest of a man’s muscular structure), pushing the real females away for the competition and becoming more and more common in olympic disciplines. It would serve the cows well. Live by “equality”, die by “equality”.

Besides, it is not clear to me why in the modern, “enlightened” world there should be male and female disciplines in the first place. It is sexist and patronising. It perpetuates a myth of “weaker sex” that we, in this enlightened century, have thoroughly rejected.

Mundabor’s proposal for the enlightened XXI Century: let everyone compete in only one discipline. Men, females, trannies, and paraplegics. Look at Pistorius (before the jail, that is), and tell me whether this age of patronising should not have an end.

Equality, says your truly. Let grrrls and men compete in the same 100 metres discipline. It will do them a lot of good. 

Until that time – which I doubt we will ever see, because the world isn’t as enlightened as Yours Truly – let us prepare for the trannie on the female podium, grinning to the world with a jaw of Arnold’s dimensions, and let us ruin the entire idea of olympic games for everyone who isn’t a trannie, a dyke, a fag, or a died-in-the-wool liberal. See what it does to the sport.

Perhaps someone will, then, wake up. 



The ” ‘Umbleness Reblog”

The ” ‘Umbleness Reblog”

The “Real Popes” Reblog

The “Real Popes” Reblog

Stupidity Beyond Belief: “Make Your Own Religion!”





This truly is too stupid for words, but some Jewish group or other really thought this out, and even set a reward of $5,000 for it. And no, I am not kidding.

After you have noticed the young, possibly fetching, woman in a very fashionable oriental posture, you may direct your attention on these words, which truly redefine the very concept of senselessness. 

Imagine a religion or philosophy that cuts across boundaries, strengthens our sense of community and acts as a force of good. Design a new philosophy to live our lives, a framework for a new belief system — or a reimagining of an existing one. 

This is too stupid even for the Kindergarten, which means it is just challenging enough for your average HuffPo reader. The promoters of the initiative want you to invent a new religion (ok, you can also be an atheist; but we are interested here in the possibility that it may be called and thought of as, in fact, a religion), but in the same breath they tell you this religion must be of their liking. They also do not prove (showing their promoters know jack of philosophy in the first place) that to cut across boundaries, or strengthen a very abstract “sense of community”,  would ipso facto constitute a “force for good”. If they had a multitude of “Bible-Bashing Christians” among them I am pretty sure they would think differently, and I am curious as to how the new religion will integrate the Aryan Brotherhood, the Ku Klux Klan and those unforgotten comic heroes, the Illinois Nazis, thus “cutting across boundaries and strengthening our sense of community”. 

Not sure whether the liberal audience can grasp even this kindergarten nonsense, the brave promoters go on with more senseless waffle:

“The whole point of this challenge is to empower people to think about solutions and explore how religion can act as a powerful force for good,”

I almost spilled my coffee when I read this. So what they are saying is that your religion is wrong (because hey, there’s not much of KrisnaKrisnaHareHare going on around), but you should feel empowered to propose a solution of your own invention for it, basically apostatising in a very formal way. 

Good Lord! It’s the triumph of stupidity! If someone already believes in a religion, then he will, qua definitione, believe that this religion is true, and that challenging it is a sin. If, on the contrary, a person does not believe in any religion, he is already – as everyone of his ilk – the author of his own religion, which we might call the religion of “whatever suits me right now, and I am perfectly happy with it”.

The absurdity of the thinking is shown in the rest of the article, where the freaking Jews call Jesus a “philosopher” (please, dear Angels, take note of this! Thanks, I knew you would!) and go on patronising the entire religious phenomenon as something which has gone badly wrong up to now and must now be fixed by some (for the standards of HuffPo readers) smartypants.  Jesus was a “genius”, you see, though they don’t like his “philosophy” all that much. The Dalai Lama is – even if he looks more and more like a retard very much in love with himself – another one. Will you be the next one? Come on, give it a try! You can be a Jesus if you really want! But you must try! Try and try! You’ll succeed at last!

I understand the $5,000 might look interesting; but really, someone should ring the ball and call the children back in the nursery.  

The sad truth is that the times have become so stupid that people can seriously make it to a publication for at least non-incapacitated people with nonsense like this. 

I suggest that Pope Francis also participates with his own entry. Actually, the entire contest seems written for him. FrancisChurch is nothing to do with Catholicism, the old nincompoop has been trying to persuade us that Catholicism is wrong and must be fixed, and he goes around promoting exactly that kind of nonsensical “let us all be friend with those that will rape your daughters” that is so apt to “cut across boundaries” and “strengthens our sense of community” until the Islamists come to power and the music changes. Yep, FrancisChurch is just enough stupid that it might take the biscuit.  

These people are looking for a “genius”, and they do not say it in jest. 

Boy, how the Jews have fallen.

One understands why Francis thinks they are the same religion as FrancisChurch. 




The Smoke Of Satan is Smoking The Vatican


“You still don’t get it, do you?”


I felt so sick after reading this, that for two days I did not feel about writing, lest I should write things I would regret. And I have to write about this, I have to, both because of the gravity of the fact itself and because I have already written about the matter when I did not have all the facts. 

A couple of days later we can say this: 

  1. The fact happened. Lutherans were sacrilegiously given communion within the very walls of the Vatican. It sends a shudder down my spine. Truly, the smoke of Satan is smoking the Vatican. 
  2. The confirmation of the original news comes from a very reliable source, and as I write this no word of denial, and no word of condemnation from anyone inside the Vatican. 
  3. The details of the event are appalling. The proddies present themselves for a blessing, and the priest officiating gives them communion; which, being proddies utterly unaware of their own responsibility in this immense sacrilege, the dumbos (among them a so-called bishopess), also accept.   

The events beggar belief. I ask the following: 

  1. Who is the priest who has committed the sacrilege? Has he been disciplined? (I know, I know…). 
  2. Where the heck is Cardinal Mueller? 
  3. Speaking of this: where is everyone else? 

Heresy and sacrilege happen to the right and to the left of Francis; in front of him and behind him; the floor above him and the floor below him; but hey, there should still be people breathing, who think he is not responsible. 

This, without considering the heresies and utter nonsense the man spits himself, and with the sheer quantity of which yours truly can’t even cope, for sheer lack of time. 

The man must be removed. His papacy must be bombed like it’s Dresden in 1945. Nothing must remain of it but some smoking rubble.

Stop being the sensitive chap, or gal. The Church is being openly and frontally attacked. This is no time for niceness. This is no time for reserve. Never has there been a pope like this one. The situation is unprecedented. Our reaction to it must be unprecedented, too.

May God strike Francis down today. I wish his soul salvation, but I wish this papacy an immediate and very brutal end. This has gone beyond even the parody of Catholicism. We are now at the open war against Catholicism, fought from within the very walls of the Vatican. And in all this, what I see is the outrage of a handful, the indifference of most, and the utter inactivity and acquiescence of those who should know better, and I am talking here of our so-called shepherds. 

Even simple priests, who are at higher risk of retaliation from their own bishop, dare to criticise very openly, and with more than justified bitterness, what the man is doing day in and day out. But our bishops, and cardinals, think it wise to do pretty much freaking nothing. 

Pope Blessed Pius IX is told to have blessed a delegation of visiting Proddies, not unlike this one, with the following words: 

“Ab illo benedicaris, in cujus honore cremaberis. Amen.”

“be thou blessed by Him in Whose honour thou shalt be burned. Amen”

How the times have changed! The holy man is now in Heaven and in the presence of the Lord. I doubt, therefore, he will be rolling in his grave. But I, who am still struggling here below, am certainly about to vomit in my bathroom.

The rumoured, but so fitting, blessing of the late, saintly Pope is, by the way, extremely fitting also for all those Bishops and Cardinals who are shutting up day in and day out, as this lewd old man insults Holy Mother Church and confuses the faithful every single day.

For two days I was too sickened to write about this. Now I have it past me. It should not be said I have not raised my voice.

Buy boy, just to think of that man poisons my blood.




The Second Maundy Thursday Reblog

The Second Maundy Thursday Reblog

The First Maundy Thursday Reblog

The First Maundy Thursday Reblog

Everyday Sacrilege, Everyday Silence.

Let's allow Lutherans to receive!

And it came to pass the Evil Clown might have this too to answer: that a delegation of heretics – and therefore, qua definitione, excluded from communion – has been sacrilegiously allowed to (try to) receive communion within the very walls of the Vatican.

The news are confused for now and I cannot access, as I write this, the original source in Italian. My take is as follows:

The news that the Proddies have been allowed to receive sacrilegiously is either true, or it isn't.

If it isn't, it says an awful lot about the times we live in that the news could spread, and a Lutheran publication state the fact as happened, in the first place. The gravity of the situation would be not less apparent because the fact has, in hypothesis, not taken place.

If it is, this is further evidence that Pope Francis must be removed. There is no way even the most retarded Pollyanna could believe that such an event could – whether the Evil Clown was present or not – be effected without the Pope's not only acquiescence, but positive will.

And do you know why this happens? Because Francis releases scandalous videos and no one of his Cardinals rebukes him; because he talks heresy every day and every single bishop shuts up; because a climate has been created in which heresy – and at this point, very possibly, practiced sacrilege – is seen as a normal, everyday occurrence.

Heretic is who heretic does.

I – and, I am sure, every sound Catholic – do not care a straw for formalistic considerations about when formal heresy has been reached. The man eats, breaths, and preaches heresy every day.

Besides the extremely grave facts in themselves, every new episode of practised heresy and walking over Catholicism makes it a little easier for Francis to, one day, break every taboo and officially declare some heretical doctrine as binding. Can't you see he already accuses Catholics of “sinning” for being Catholic?

May heaven punish as they deserve those bishops and cardinals who choose to stay silent when such things happen. May they receive the just retribution for their betrayal.

Nil inultum remanebit.

They should think of it.







Gotta Love Ted Cruz

SPARTANBURG, SC - APRIL 3:  Senator and GOP presidential candidate Ted Cruz answers questions from local media following a town hall meeting at the Beacon Drive-in restaurant on April 3, 2015 in Spartanburg, South Carolina.  The Beacon Drive-in, traditionally a popular venue for campaigning politicians, was Cruz's 2nd stop of the day in South Carolina.  (Photo by Richard Ellis/Getty Images)

I do not write much about the 2016 election, but I try to follow it as closely as can reasonably expected from a European. As good news keeps piling up (the establishment pussycat Jeb Bush basically nowhere, and the traitor Santorum not even on the radar screen) I live in terror of seeing my favourite candidate, Ted Cruz, start veering toward the centre in order to “broaden his appeal”, which is what candidates do when they want to lose both race and face (Santorum docet).

When I read this (disregard the video, I am talking about the article) I could not avoid a great sense of relief.

Very intelligent guy, Ted Cruz. Not blinded by ambition like Santorum. I truly hope he will stay the course and refuse to water down his message, though you can bet your hat there will be no lack of “advisors” suggesting to him he does just that.

The way I see it, Cruz is not necessarily running for the 2016 race, though I hope he will make it both against Trump and Clinton. Cruz is trying to reshape the soul of the country, as Reagan once did. The strong, unadulterated message will slowly become part of the landscape, and likely prepare the ground for a strong run in 2024, or 2032. The man is young, and extremely gifted. If he does not waste his talent and does not compromise his stance, he is bound to become a permanent fixture of American politics. I leave it to others (and possibly to the electors in November) to decide if he can defeat Clinton, assuming (as we all do) she will get the nomination. But the worst of the worst would be seeing Cruz “pulling a Santorum” and starting to vomit politically correct crap to please the stupid masses who will never vote for him anyway.

Reagan did not change with the country. He made the country to change. Cruz has the talent, the time and, hopefully, the integrity.

Let’s hope he does not waver.

Up to now, it seems to me he has no intention of doing so. 



Summa Iniuria? Francis And The Sin Of Stupidation

Pope Francis, aka “Evil Clown”, has given another example of his mediocrity and, alas, sheer lack of education.

The leitmotiv of the man is always the same: if you refuse to embrace heresy you have a “closed heart”, because suddenly an unchangeable God wants to “surprise” you in ways only he can fathom.

I know, this is heretical propaganda. I know, the man is an enemy of Catholicism. I know, one is tempted to wonder what kind of profession his mother exercised.

However, at times the man manages to reveal his ignorance in ways that put a smile on your face. In honour of the man, I will call this the “sin of Stupidation”.

Such a word does not exist, you will say; and if it existed it would have another meaning. But if Francis was never deterred by such obstacles from producing an involuntary comic effect, I will not be deterred from producing a voluntary one.

If you are a devout Catholic you commit the sin of divination, says the old ass. Don't believe me? Read here.

I know, it's not only the sin of “divination”. It's also “idolatry”. If you keep believing what Christians have always believed, you are culpable of idolatry.

Boy, this one is rotten. So rotten in fact, that a delicate problem presents itself to your humble correspondent.

Would it really be a sin to kick this man's ass until he understands the first three things of Catholicism? Would it not be a work of mercy instead? I know, I know: a Pope should not be kicked in the ass. But this man is such an extreme example of papacy going wrong that it is difficult to me to not advocate for an exception to the sacred rule. In some extreme cases one might be able to apply the old Latin saying: Summum ius, summa iniuria.

I will wait patiently, and with more than some hope, for some orthodox theologian convincingly espousing the theory that, in extreme cases like this one, a Pope should be kicked in the ass all the way to Termini station, both for the sake of his own soul and to protect the faithful from his hilarious (for us) but still very dangerous (for too many others) rubbish. Until that moment I will, with great sadness but in obedience, encourage all my readers to refrain from kicking the Pope's ass all the way to Termini station.

He has lived like an ass, let him die like an ass.

The sin of Stupidation is a very grave one.



About Wikkimissa

[EDIT: European part of Wikkimissa has been found here. With many thanks to reader, well, ” Tradicionalna Latinska Misa”].


I had noticed before Christmas that the Wikkimissa site was down. I had hoped in a temporary “building site”, but last weekend the site was still unresponsive.

Now worried, I started to go around and look for information, and if my French is worth anything I can assure you there is nothing to be alarmed.

The site hosting the server has taken down the site and deleted all the content, or at least this is what my French allowed me to understand. Apparently, the way the site was organised/built led the server to believe it was a spam site.

Emmanuel, the person who runs Wikkimissa, has assured he has all the material at home and can rebuild the site. However, this will be a time consuming exercise and, the man having a job and all, will require some patience.

Please say a prayer for the good man, and let us hope the site is up and running again by next time I am on holiday in Continental Europe… 😉


The Name Of Francis Is Evil Clown, & The Danger Of Irrelevance.

I have written a new book!

As the Year Of False Mercy is on its way to becoming the greatest embarrassment of this very embarrassing Pontificate, we were informed that the Unholy Father has published a new book, titled “the name of Francis is Evil Clown”, or something of the sort.

Two days, and the thing has already almost disappeared from the news. Which makes sense, because the book has the same tosh Francis repeats day in and day out, and is therefore as interesting as the weather forecast of the past three months, or three years.

The Year Of False Mercy is sinking into a well-deserved irrelevance. The stupid book probably already did it. The Pope is about as interesting or worthy of notice as a drunken old man at the tavern, ranting against the government.

The name of Francis is Evil Clown, and a Pope's punishment for stupidity is irrelevance and ridicule. He made of himself one of the many stupid micro celebrities seeking the limelight for a minute. Being the Pope, he had his quarter of an hour. But now he's getting as old as yesterday's reality show hero.

The only way Francis can now really make a sensation is with a nuclear explosion of heresy. Stupid and vain as the man is, only a compact and strong opposition from his own hierarchy offers security that he will not dare to push the nuclear button. Alas, his gradual sinking into irrelevance makes the event less improbable, and the appalling silence after Videogate might well embolden him to do more and more. This is an addict allowed to be near the giant whisky bottle without supervision. He might well see in a bigger revolution the solution to the problem of his increasingly more evident irrelevance.

This is why I get so angry at our clergy, and this is why their desertion deserve every punishment that Divine Justice will, in due time, throw at them.

Francis is sinking in a sea of stupidity and irrelevance of his own making. This is good news on one side, and is very dangerous on the other.

A stupid, vain ass addicted to popularity and bishops unwilling to criticise him publicly, no matter what. I see all the ingredients for a big disaster.

Let's hope that much more is happening behind the scenes than transpires from interviews. If not, we are in dire straits here.




Videogate: Where’s The Clerical Outrage?

Satanic is who satanic does: Cardinal Ravasi, the David Bowie fan.

Satanic is who satanic does: Cardinal Ravasi, the David Bowie fan.


The heretical (and blasphemous) video from the Evil Clown is some days old, and many have been the voices that have been raised against it. However, as I write this I cannot recall one, not a single one from a bishop or cardinal.

I would be very grateful for every link of bishops or cardinals openly criticising the video. In the meantime, here is an extremely respectful message for bishops and cardinals from yours truly. 


Dear – and less dear – bishops and cardinals. 

Wake up. The heresy is among us, and you are made to eat Satan’s shit every day.’

If you do not react now, when will you have the guts to react?

Can’t you see that Francis is spreading heresy in bigger and bigger doses, waiting for the moment when he is able to officially proclaim heresy and have the thing considered just normal, and the obvious consequence of what his entire Pontificate has been? This is what the Germans call Salamitaktik: the great heretical project is being advanced one slice at a time, and as you reflect that no slice in itself is big enough for a big confrontation, the entire salami is going away; the plan is to cut this particular salami in bigger and bigger slices until Francis can announce that the old salami is gone, and the great project has been completed: the salami-free Church is now born.  

Can’t you see that Francis can only be stopped (as happened with the Synod, twice) if there is strong and vocal opposition?

Actually, can’t you see that the man does not learn from veiled threats and keeps pursuing his heretical project? Can’t you see that when veiled threats do not work, it is now time for the open ones?

I know you are successors of the Apostles, but I wonder more and more often of which one.

Being a bishop means to bear the relevant responsibility. This responsibility is the necessary counterpart of the honour paid to you. Ubi honor, ibi onus. Already being a priest should mean one thinks (almost) nothing of martyrdom. But being a bishop means to be destined for it. Of course, every Christian should, if unavoidable, be ready for martyrdom. But let us not water down your responsibilities here. From you it is expected so much more than it is expected from the common priest – for which the bishop is often the first and more immediate enemy -, much less from the common layman.

You are the ones supposed to lead the charge, not the ones talking about illegal immigrants, social justice, poverty, and secular rubbish of the sort – rubbish that every third-rate politician can spit much better than you – whilst the eternal Rome, literally, burns.

I could not find one single bishop or Cardinal openly condemning the infamous video. I can find many a faithful blogger, many commenters, and some journalists. But not one bishop or cardinal. Not one.

We laymen are the one who lose, at times, friendships, and strain family relationship. We choose not to avoid conflict even with those we love most and open wounds in our families, and in our hearts, that might never be healed. We have not chosen to be priests. We have not accepted to become bishops. Still, we pay a price every day.

In the meantime, you simply look the other way as the Pope shows all the theological prowess of a junkie Trannie prostitute in an Argentinian slum.

I trust in the Lord, and am confident that – in His own good time – he will put an end to this. But heavens, as it looks now it does not seem He is using you, at all. 

I cry to the angels in heaven that they may look upon your behaviour, and ask the Lord to count it against you if you die unrepentant, and to punish it in a way commensurate to your treason. 

But what am I saying. I know they do. It is you who don’t. 

As we write the year 2016, one cannot avoid to think there are many more bishops on the side of David Bowie than on the side of Christ; and another number, possibly the biggest one, of tepid careerists firmly intentioned to do nothing, and to hope for the best. As if an heretical pope would, like a pimple, go away all by itself.

This Pope isn’t a pimple. He is a bubo. He must be dealt with. By you. 

When you are in hell, where – bar a huge miracle of mass repentance –  many of you will land, you will change your mind about what was safe and what was dangerous.

You are bishops, not simple priests or laymen. It is demanded of you more than of anyone else that you stand up for Christ. It is your first duty. It is all you are supposed to be. Not only it is the most important part of your job description. It is the counterpart of your very comfortable and privileged existence, at least in every Western Country one may care to mention.  

May the Lord punish your treason as you deserve. 

Keep eating Satan’s shit. Enjoy. It will do you good.

It will prepare you for an eternity of shit to come. 







God Is No Respecter Of Pop Stars

I am reading around some of the echoes of the death of David Bowie. The stupidest is, predictably, Cardinal Ravasi. This one is such an ass that when someone dies who has spread for several decades an aggressive anti-Christian message he does not have anything better to do than tweet some nonsense appreciative of the songs of the pervert and of his life of cross-dressing and bisexual scandal. Not only one wonders whether Cardinal Ravasi knows what it means to be a priest. One wonders whether the man is a homosexual himself. That he is an ass dressed in red, however, there can be no doubt.

Ravasi gets the biscuit. But there must be many not very far away for him. Countless fans will, as I write this, easily persuade themselves that if there is a hell – which, I am sure, many of them doubt – the man has certainly avoided it because, say, he loved some good cause – which public figure doesn't… – or engaged himself in some public and very easy battle – see above… – or even recited the Our Father at some celebration of his very faggoty singing colleague, Freddie Mercury.

Erm, no. If one does not repent of his sins, much less believe in God, he can pray the Our Father as much as he wants, it will be to no avail. If one lives a life in total opposition to everything that is Christian, very publicly doing so and even building an entire singer's career upon it, one public prayer isn't going to wash. Besides, in the confused mind of the average pot-smoking Bowie fan an Our Father at a public commemoration is something just cool, because so easily emotional. That Freddy Mercury, the person for whom Bowie said that prayer, was a sodomite to his very last hours – the ladies please look away now, but I was told in 1992 by reliable sources that the autopsy found on his stomach the sperm of one or many men, I forget the details… – did not seem to have inspired any fear of the Lord in Bowie himself as he prayed it.

The fact is that God is no respecter of persons. Being a famous singer or actor will count exactly zero, zilch, and zippo when the day of the redde rationem comes. On the contrary: a man like Bowie, who was the embodiment of scandal, will have to answer for decades of worldwide leading astray of souls.

If Bowie saved his sorry ass – which I wish him, but consider very improbable – it is not because he was famous, or good at singing, or good at acting, or a lover of kitten and daisies. It was because in his last moments he was given the grace to reject everything he was for many decades.

Fame, honour, fans, do not count anymore when one dies. It was a long party, and one wished that it could go on forever; but now the time is up, and one must give an account and be judged accordingly. There is no indication whatever that Bowie was prepared.

This leads me to the last point of today. In my opinion, the fear of the Lord of many a Catholics, and of many a blogger, is easily seen when these events occur. One who thinks that, say, you can be a public sodomite all your life and save (cough) your ass just with one or three vague public utterances of something vaguely resembling goodness obviously thinks it much easier for everyone else to be saved. This shows a clear lack of fear of the Lord, because it is obvious the blogger or quisque de populo thinks that he'll must be feared only by Pol Pot and very few others.

If the death of one like Bowie does not fill you with dread at his very probable destination, I must question your fear of the Lord. This one was a very, very prime candidate. Fame will not be of any avail to him. Actually, fame very probably lulled him in a false sense of security, and pumped his ego to the very end.

The same goes for that other bunch of perverted idiots like Elton John and Mick Jagger (the latter, by the way, an ass-buddy of Bowie himself). The world, which is stupid, praises them to the sky; but the clock is ticking, and they should take heed and wake up whilst they can.

God is no respecter of pop stars.



Reblog: Liberation Papology

Reblog: Liberation Papology

(from the very first days of the Pontificate).

Recently At A Novus Ordo Mass

When you are in front of the King of Kings, you behave accordingly.

And it came to pass that almost at the end of the NO mass an insisted, alarmed shouting emerges from the pews. Strong, persistent, and very loud.

The NO priest gives us the “What the Francis” face; but he does not say anything, and goes on.

The noise keeps coming. It's uncontrolled now, it's a very loud, shrill shrieking. The NO priest tries to ignore it, but then snaps, interrupts his prayer and says, in a rather imperious tone, “can this stop, PLEASE!”, or words to that effect.

The din goes on unabated. Again, it is a repeated noise, a very shrill, uncontrolled shriek.

Turns out a poor boy, evidently retarded or with some sort of brain damage, was sitting in the pews, and for some reason was having some sort of panic attack, possibly triggered by the honest attempts of the mortified parents to persuade him to be silent. My prayers went – as, I am sure, those of most of those present – to both the boy and his parents.


This episode led me to a reflection. A reflection that will not please the “Patheos” crowd; it will not because, while it is logical and devout, does not sound well in these ipersensitive, effeminate times of ours.

If the noise made by the crying baby at mass is not a desecration of the same – a desecration for which, obviously, the parents, not the baby, have to answer – then the insisted screaming of the poor retarded or otherwise brain damaged boy isn't a desecration either, and should be accepted in the same way.

If the noise made by the poor boy (and we can expand this, and easily imagine one of those poor boys who scream for fifteen minutes at a time, and not because of ill will) is not to be tolerated at Mass because it is a desecration, then the baby or the unruly child must not be tolerated, either.

I do not need to tell my readers – but it might be salutary for the occasional Patheos reader who chanced to land here because, say, some overweight bitch linked to me – that the fact that the crying baby does not allow you to hear the homily is neither here nor there. Whilst you are expected to be there and it does you a world of good, the Mass is not about you. I know: it is unbelievable that I have to explain this. Alas, such are the times.

We live in times of such distorted religiosity and community-fixation that parents think it quite normal that the screams in church desecrate the Mass; their excuse for this apparently being that after the desecration has occurred for some time they will get out with the baby; which is, by the way, another blatant contradiction: if it is not wrong that the desecration takes place, the baby should stay and everyone in the church happily rejoice at the gift of parenthood; if it is, the baby or the unruly child should not have been there in the first place.

Our priorities have been completely subverted, because our faith has been forgotten. I have it from an extremely solid and conservative priest that in Christian times it was considered a given that if there are no alternatives to a child desecrating the Mass, it is certainly appropriate and not sinful at all that the person who mind him does not attend. Granted: in past times extended families made alternative arrangements easier; but the principle remains.

Not so today. Today the priority is the “community”, the mass attendance, perhaps the desire to avoid the neighbour in the pews thinking that Mrs Jones “skips Mass”; and, often, the desire not to have the Sunday morning inconvenienced by having mom and dad going at two different masses as one spouse cares for the baby at home. Harrod's beckons, you understand.

Either disturbances at Mass are a desecration, or they aren't. If they aren't, let the boy scream for forty minute, poor innocent soul, and pray for him and his parents in the meantime. If they are (and they are!) let us be consequent on this, let us put Christ before the “community”, and let us start going back to the sound principles of old: that the Church must be attended to in the most reverent silence by everyone; that parents answer for their children; and that the parents should make alternative arrangements if they can, or one of them should stay at home if they cannot, without this being seen as an offence to the new god, the congregation. And yes, it is the sacred duty of every parent to teach a little child from the tenderest age about sacredness and appropriateness of behaviour, to enforce proper behaviour and to make it his care and his responsibility that his children are able to attend Mass and be a credit to God and family. It beggars belief that no restaurant nowadays would brooch the unspeakable din that goes on in many Novus Ordo Masses. It is the best indication of how far our Christian feeling has deteriorated.

When I was a child, every little child like me was so imbued with the sense of sacredness of a church, that he had to shut up and be silent I do not say inside – where he was not allowed unless there was total security of proper behaviour – but outside of it. There were even expressions, like in religioso silenzio, due to the obvious fact that silence is what you had in a religious setting! Similarly, people who wanted to indicate a situation of extreme silence used the comparison with a church. “come in chiesa!”

These linguistic usages are disappearing.

There is no silence in church anymore.

Thinking of it, there isn't much of religion, either.



Reblog: The Pinocchio Mass

The Pinocchio Mass


Louie Verrecchio give us a delightful “true” version of the Videogate: (yours truly reported). 

I add the two videos below just for the fun of it.

Couldn’t stop watching it.

This is the way, folks.

This papacy must be demolished and burned to the ground, and salt must be spread on its ruins.






Another One Bites The Dust; Or, The Real Meaning Of Mercy

Not sure this one here got the message....

The death of David Bowie was everywhere today, and the Buggers Broadcasting Communism have not missed the occasion to show some revolting pics.

Bowie's clearly perverted mind was amply publicised. Wikipedia has the quote about his being peeved at not being completely atheist, and his experiments with Buddhism (note to the readers: many Buddhists are atheists). This is the man who used to introduce his former wife joking about the fact that they knew each other because they were “f*****g the same bloke”. Go figure.

But did the man change in the end? Did a death which certainly announced itself many months in advance (what a great chance! What a great grace! What wonderful…. Mercy!) helped him to obtain a Christian death? I very much doubt. The fact that a 69 years old is more worried with publishing a new album three days before his death than with uttering one Christian word about his future destination does not make one (cough) very optimistic.

I always found David Bowie disgusting and repulsive; even in that age in which many seem to consider a duty to side with everything that is wrong and horrible. Still, it would have been a great personal consolation to know that even a walking rubbish bin like Bowie could publicly convert and choose the right side in the end; it would, by the way, have been a great victory for Christianity.

Here we see, my dear readers, the real meaning of Mercy. Mercy was extended to him up to the very last moment. So much so, that If he sincerely repented and believed, it is reasonable to think that Bowie escaped hell. Alas, it does not seem reasonable to think that he repented and believed. Therefore – and bar a miracle that can never be excluded, but would be naive beyond stupidity to assume – it is very reasonable to think that, even as I write this, Bowie is already in the terrifying company of so many people he knew and who preceded him there; of whom – I cannot but think – one in particular must have greeted him with the very bitter words:

“Another one bites the dust”

Mercy was extended to Bowie up to his last breath. If he accepted this wonderful gift and died with a perfect contrition, he saved his sorry ass in the end, and we all rejoice for this. This is the great Mercy of the Lord; it is so big and generous, that it will be extended even to a David Bowie until the very last moment.

But if the “man” (I am feeling generous today) refused to accept the great gift extended to him, and died unrepentant and in enmity with Christ, then there is only one conclusion: the man is suffering eternal torment now, as I write this, and there is nothing he can do for it. Time's up, Davie boy. “Life in Hell” could be a great title for the next album.

He who spits on God's mercy will discover the folly of his action when it's too late.

Say your three “eternal rest” for the man, at least for the sake of his poor guardian angel.

And then shudder at thinking where the man is, very probably, now as I write this.



Getting Francis Right, And Christ Wrong

Francis little-known Christmas Gift from countless faithful priests.

Francis little-known Christmas Gift from countless faithful priests.



The (recently banned from the Vatican) Sandro Magister has an interesting article focusing on two events:
1) The Year of False Mercy is becoming a flop of FrancisChurch proportions.
2) The Year of False Mercy attracts to the sacraments the wrong people, namely: those as fake as Francis.

On point 1 plenty has been written already, and much more will be written before this disaster goes to an end. As often, Francis reminds one of a South-American dictator, or of a Tin Pot African Country Ruler of old: make everything wrong, and when all goes belly up make more of it, but take care for your own profit in the meantime.

FrancisMercy is bankrupt. FrancisChurch is bankrupt. Francis is like a thief preaching the art of thieving to other thieves. They may approve of him as a thief, but they certainly do not need any encouragement from him to go on in their thieving ways, nor they have any use for a man who can teach them nothing because he is exactly like them already. The talk about Francis’ “approval” make me laugh. Approve of pot smoking and all the world’s potheads will love you. How does this demonstrate that he is a good Pope?

Point 2 is just as alarming, but just as predictable. Whilst (particularly in a Country like Italy) most people still know what is what irrespective of all the rubbish Francis throws at him day in and day out, some (and this is all very Italian), seem to think cutting corners has now become official, and therefore decide to give it a try. Notice how even inveterate thieves still know that those culpable of mortal sin cannot present themselves for communion (I wonder how many sodomites, concubines and adulterers in the Anglo-Saxon Countries have at least this basic decency), but at the same time notice how FrancisCrap™ starts making inroads in the minds of the most stupid, inducing them to believe that they can go to communion without even the need for repentance. Which, mind, every child of 6 knows to be wrong and absurd, but is pretty much exactly what Francis keeps saying day in and day out. 

It’s like a situation in which the teacher keeps saying that 2+2=5 and most people listen in silence and ignore completely, but it is only a matter of time until some among the least smart decide to give it a try to try to go around the fact that they, like the teacher, just can’t count.

Magister is doing a very valuable work in unmasking the stink of FrancisCrap™. He is widely read (alas, only by the more educated strata of the population; the common people do not employ their time with readings about the current situation at the Vatican), and in time it will leave a mark on the public perception of Francis as, well, a fraud.

But it is us, the multitude of small bloggers, who must keep pounding on this unbelievable ass, and destroy his reputation and public image as we uphold the sacred function and importance of the papacy.

Keep pounding.

FrancisCrap™ will pass. The Church will remain.


Videogate: Heresy And Blasphemy Directly From Francis’ Mouth



This is a very official video coming directly from the Vatican. 


I do not even know where to start. Others will express the same criticism in a much better way; but I do not want to go to sleep without having my own battle cry posted. 

Let us examine the minute-long videofart of the Evil Clown. 

“Most of the planets’ inhabitants declare themselves believers”. 

This is neither here nor there. What our religion demands that we do, is to do our best so that all the inhabitants of the planets declare themselves believers in the only true faith. Being a heathen is no distinction in any way, shape or form. Every village of cannibals is full of “believers”. 

“This should lead to a dialogue among religion”



This should lead to this: 

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you

What does this ass Francis think: that Jesus did not know that most people on earth consider themselves “believers”? Is this a discovery that Francis has just made, or perhaps are we assisting now to a new development in world religion (see above, under “village of cannibals”)?

Jesus very well knew there are an awful lot of heathens around, and he demanded that we try to convert them, not to dialogue with them.

“We should not stop praying for it and collaborating with those who think differently”

Evil Clown clearly did not get the message of Christianity. Instead of praying (and acting) for the conversion of the heathens, he prays for the dialogue. Dialogue is his religion. No time for Christ.

“I believe etc” 

In this orgy of Indifferentism (not spoken by Francis, but clearly endorsed by him) it is clearly implied that some are Buddhists, Jews, Muslims, and this is perfectly OK. The Muslim chap denying Christ and the Holy Ghost (and therefore the entire Trinity) is implied as a variation, a different flavour, of the Catholic “priest” coming immediately before him: Jesus Christ here, God there, hey, isn’t this pretty much the same? This is clearly satanic and the blasphemy is only covered by the thinnest of veils, because the Evil Clown does not speak himself; but the thinking behind it is clearly blasphemous, because if you think that being a Muslim is A-OK you are insulting Our Lord yourself. Francis endorses the thinking. Therefore, he endorses the blasphemy. 

“Many think differently, feel differently; seeking God or meeting God in different ways”

 Here the Evil Clown speaks himself, and what comes out of his mouth is purest crap.  

That many think and feel differently (and note here the trite emotional appeal to how people “feel”) is exactly the problem. One Faith (the only one), one Church (the onely one), and one God (the only one) is exactly what a Pope should teach them, and what he refuses to do, actually publicly marrying the contrary position, that it is bad to do so.

“In this crowd, in this range [?] of religions, [of traditions], there is only one certainty we have for all: we are all children of God”

Er, no. Try this one: 

I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.

God that is Truth has given us the Truth. God is the Truth, it is all the Truth, and it is the only Truth. The Only True Faith has all the Truth Francis, the heathens and everyone else will ever need. Christianity is Truth galore, it’s a bonanza of Truth of inestimable value. It is the wonderful gift God gave to us as He gave to us the gift of Himself. What kind of drunken unbeliever is he, who says that the only certainty he (together with the others) has for all is that “we are all children of God”? And he the Pope?

Has this man never been informed that he is supposed to believe everything that the Church believes and profess everything that the Church professes? What kind of Pope is this? This is a Dalai Lama in white, trying to spread some trite and very stupid kindergarten-level commonplace for the benefit of the multitude of idiots from which he wants to be applauded. 

“I believe in love” (several times; extremely sanctimonious faces). 

Well I beg to differ. Do you want to know in what I believe? 

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and earth;
and in Jesus Christ, His only Son Our Lord,
Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried.
He descended into Hell; the third day He rose again from the dead;
He ascended into Heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead.
 I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting.

How much any and all of those “I believe in lurv” people believe of the above? Can you see the problem here, Francis dear? 

[Final papal crap: dialogue among religions, peace, lurv, and all that jazz].

 Evil Clown ends with a purely secular appeal to peace ‘ n lurv, perfectly in tune with the secular world whose boots he is constantly licking. The religion of this man is not Christianity; it is an emotional mishmash of peace, love, brotherhood etc that does not need Christ in the least, and actually sees in Him an obstacle to the “understanding” among the “people”. Christ is the Prince of Peace. Peace comes from Christ. World peace comes and can only come from the world’s allegiance to Christ. No amount of “dialogue”, and no amount of purely secular activity, will ever achieve peace. 
For the same reason, the obstacle to ecumenism is Christ. We can’t be ecumenical, because we are Christians. If we renounce to our mission we deny Christ and the values we are called to spread.

This man is evil through and through. He should be defrocked first, and then have his sorry ass (when he is not Pope anymore) kicked all the way to the airport that sends him back to some Argentinian slum, as a defrocked priest preaching socialism to the sodomites and the trannies. 
What a shame. What an unspeakable disgrace. What effrontery. What blasphemy. What stupid populism. 

Sign the remnant petition linked to here.  Spread the word of the unspeakable Evil Clown whenever you reasonably can. Fight every day for the religion of our Fathers against the evil attacks of this minion of Satan. 

The clergymen who still believe in God must act now to stop this evil man from having his way. It is obvious that he is continuously testing the boundaries of what he is allowed to do. It is time for Bishops and Cardinals who have some fear of the Lord to demand that this man starts behaving like a Pope or resigns already.





The Western Civilisation In The Year 2016


Dr Mengele decided it is safer to work for a uterus farm clinic. 

You could not believe this: surrogate mother pregnant with three children (note: children, not clumps of cells) is sued by the father-sperm-donor (o Lord!) for the “termination” (means: killing in the womb) of one of the children.

The story is impressively satanical: you get the semen of the biological mother and father and then rent an uterus for the, ahem, cultivation of the baby. The woman isn’t the biological mother, but again she is; but then again this isn’t her DNA, so perhaps she isn’t. And now the multiple birth – due to the common practice among Mengele Nazi doctors of “playing it safe” – is getting an inconvenience for sperm-papa, but not for uterus-mama, whilst the opinion of egg-mama has not been reported. 

It is all so satanical, so absurd, that words fail. What has the world come to?! 

Note that sperm-papa wants only one of the kitten for himself. A second one can be given away to the neighbours. But the third must be smashed against a tree.

I know, you would consider this cruel if made to kitten. 

In modern Western societies it could be made to babies in the womb. 


Let Us Pray For The Conversion Of Jews

I have received a couple of very disquieting – I would say: delirious – messages from some confused Jew; possibly drunk, or else a foreigner without a good command of English.

I think it is fitting here to publish Pope Pius XII's (yes: the hero who saved more than 800,000 Jews from persecution and very possible death) prayer for the conversion of the Jews in the English translation:

Let us pray also for the faithless Jews: that almighty God may remove the veil from their hearts; so that they too may acknowledge Jesus Christ our Lord. Let us pray. Let us kneel. [pause for silent prayer] Arise. Almighty and eternal God, who dost not exclude from thy mercy even Jewish faithlessness: hear our prayers, which we offer for the blindness of that people; that acknowledging the light of thy Truth, which is Christ, they may be delivered from their darkness. Through the same our Lord Jesus Christ, who liveth and reigneth with thee in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Whilst the translations I have found say “faithless”, my rusty Latin would indicate that the prefix “per” in oremus et pro perfidis Judaeis indicates “wrong”, the idea of “wrongness”. As in pervert (per and versus, in the wrong direction) or perjury (per and iurare, “to give a wrong oath”). Therefore, it seems to me that the translation should primarily convey the concept of “wrong faith”, rather than that of “no faith”; which last would almost seem to suggest that the Jews are atheists; albeit I do get that as there is only one faith all those who are outside of it are, strictly speaking, “faithless”.

I ask you to join me in this sincere prayer for the conversion of the Jews. Say also, in your charity, one or three Hail Marys for the offence to the Blessed Virgin of the possibly drunken guy.

You see?

Ecumenism, Mundabor's way.



The Spirits You Have Cited

It appears the “apostolic excrementation” of the Evil Clown might be published within the first quarter 2016. I have often stated th following two concepts: a) Francis will certainly not dare to introduce heretical novelties, unless he thinks he can get away with it, and b) the man is such an arrogant ass that he actually could think that he can get away with it.

Please understand this: any and every attempt at subverting doctrine would unavoidably state that the step of the Pope is encouraged, authorised or otherwise sanctioned by an already existing document, providing the Church with either a precedent or a pretended “consensus'. Francis would never be so stupid as to say “and now I give you FrancisNovelty”. Rather, he would claim that he is merely developing on something already existing.

Two documents come to mind for the purpose: Familiaris Consortio and the final Relatio of the Synod. It is, therefore, absolutely vital that the Catholic world reiterates that such a precedent is not contained in any of those or in any other document, and that any heresy that should come from the Evil Clown would have to be answered by Francis and by Francis alone. It is, of paramount importance that prelates from all Continents state that both the above mentioned documents cannot be manipulated to promote heresy, and the latter will not be accepted.

It is extremely dangerous to attribute to the final relatio, or to Familiaris Consortio, a meaning they do not have. May this be motivated by a sincere desire to help the Church, the fact remains that in this way it becomes easier for Francis and his minions to exploit the narrative you are yourselves helping him to fabricate or, rather, are actually fabricating for him.

Goethe said it with an expression well known in Germany: die Geister, die ich rief / werde ich nicht mehr los, or loosely translated “the spirits I have called, I can't get rid of them anymore” (poetic translation: “The spirits I have cited / my commands ignore”).

Pay attention to the spirits you cite.



Reblog: Tribute To The “Befana”

Tribute To The “Befana”

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