Monthly Archives: January 2017
Obeying all the commandments, all of them…’ Yes, it’s true, but this paralyzes you too, it makes you forget so many graces received, it takes away memory, it takes away hope, because it doesn’t allow you to go forward.
No, this is not “fake news”.
This is the possibly drunken, possibly drugged, but also very possibly possessed Evil Clown, reported verbatim using Vatican Radio as a source.
Seriously, people, I am fed up with this. Normally you shouldn’t question the profession of a Pope’s mother, but this is not a normal Pope, and I can’t avoid wondering how probable it is that the Lord would allow such a scourge to be born out of saintly, or even halfway good parents.
This is becoming so obvious, so embarrassing even for wannabe Catholics, so openly evil, that I don’t think there is an insult this man hasn’t merited.
This man worship sins. He must be so filthy inside that he cannot avoid proclaiming his perverted beliefs. His rambling, drunken rants go here and there without a sure purpose, until they land where the man always has them landing: countless variations of the leitmotiv of how sweet sin is, how useful being sinful is, how being a sinner makes you a better Christian, and all that rubbish he always seems to be revolving around.
Make no mistake, this is a serious hijo de puta. No, I mean a serious one. And it is really the time that we start crying it from every nook and cranny of the blogosphere, lest the simple and the idiots (who are many) may not be deceived by this bastard, or may be deceived only when they have made the conscious decision to do so.
This man should be targeted with foul tomatoes every time he dares to put his filthy mug out in St Peter’s square. He should be the daily object of derision, insult and mockery. He should be taken away from the sight of children. We are not even at Luther level here. We are slowly verging toward open Satanism, as this thinly veiled adoration of sinfulness clearly seems to indicate.
Francis’ words show once again to every thinking Catholic some elementary facts.
The first is that the offence to God caused by Vatican II is so great, that a devastating punishment is now being inflicted on all of us.
The second is that the Catholic feeling is now so dimmed, reduced to such a thin varnish under the omnipresent, all-powerful religion of niceness, that such words from a Pope cause nothing but polite disagreement and soft critical remarks (let me say it once again: this is one figlio di puttana. There. This is Catholicism for you. Extreme times require extreme measures).
The third is that the Lord is doing us, even as he punishes us as we have richly deserved, the great grace of putting us in front of such an obviously evil creature, that everyone who still has a shred of Catholicism in himself can see very clearly, through the white habit, the black soul of this deeply evil man. I think often with great horror what bigger punishment, and bigger danger, a more subtly evil Pope would have been. This idiot here wouldn’t cheat a well-instructed seven years old. This is a great grace.
Always remember: the battle is won already. Our Lady has already crushed Satan’s head. The final victory is ours already now, Francis or no Francis. But this does not mean we are justified in not fighting the battle, however assured the outcome. Join the fight, and spread among your fellow Catholics the news of an unhinged, satanical, utterly evil Pope who must be kept away from the sight of children.
Please, Lord, make him die. Make him die soon. Make him die before the utter devastation he is inflicting to the body of your Church is so bad that it needs decades and decades to be healed. Lead him – even him! – to heaven, allowing him the grace of final repentance, if this is Your will.
But in Your Mercy, please free us from this unhinged, utterly evil, satanical man.
In a stunning show of disinformation, a most certainly homosexual journalist reports that an obviously defrocked former Catholic priest has dug his hole yet several feet deeper by pretending he is “married” to another pervert.
The certainly homosexual author of the article does not care to mention that the Church defrocks perverts like this one. (caution: disgusting pics!). Instead, the entire article treats the matter as if the man were just another presbyterian fudge-packer, whose open show of sexual perversion shows how the times are changing. Only the last line inform the (most certainly leftist, and liberal, and therefore functionally retarded) reader that the faggot “lost his job”, actually more than 30 years ago, as if he had made redundant by the Post office or something of the sort.
I do not know who is worse: this disgraceful disgusting individual clearly fully owned by Satan, or the fake news hack who considers it beyond the pale to spend three words saying what happens to priests found to be perverts and why.
They might repent, the fags wannabe bridegrooms and the fag wannabe journalist.
But I can’t avoid thinking they will find rich company in hell.
Every day that God sends on Earth I am afraid of looking on Canon212 , fearing very much that Francis has made himself heard with another heretical, blasphemous, perverted, communist, or otherwise stupid initiative and/or statement. I am sure millions share my feelings, though only a tiny part of them visits the Catholic blogosphere regularly.
Like many of my readers, I ma of the opinion that whilst the absolute number of Catholics who read Catholic blogs is relatively small, the influence they have is huge.
Let us imagine that you are the usual Catholic; one, that is, with a thin varnish or Catholicism covered by a thick layer of ignorance, with on top of that the cherry of lazy disposition (the usual Catholic is generally Catholic enough to know, or at least sense, that if he were to deepen his knowledge of Catholicism some uncomfortable truths would be unearthed, which now lay comfortably hidden beneath the thick strata of ignorance). As you hear, here and there, about Francis’ “novelties” and “refreshing approach” to all matters Catholic you are curious, or vaguely disturbed, or outright uncomfortable, and go browsing on the Internet to know what is what. That’s where you find… us, the countless bloggers and commenters.
Suddenly you, usual Catholic of the garden variety (thin layer of doctrine buried under thick layer of ignorance) have no doubt anymore about what is what. A Pope despised and considered heretic by faithful, well- educated, well-instructed Catholics is what.
You may, being one of the garden variety, not really deepen the matter (see above: “uncomfortable truths”, of which you have already read enough in one internet seating to last you a long time). However, one thing you know: Francis is as much Catholic as Tony Blair is Labour. Yes, literally and legally a member of the group and (at the one or other time) its head; but certainly one who does not represent the grassroots and, in general, the very group he belongs to. Now, Garden Variety Catholic may dismiss the Labour grassroots without any trouble; but he has enough sensus catholicus to know that when countless faithful Catholics throw stones at the Pope, the face is irretrievably gone.
Francis, a man whose mother’s profession is more and more mysterious to me, senses this very well. Whilst certainly not a genius, he has enough brain to understand that this pesky Catholics are ruining his party. Instead of Johnny going away at the same time as Judy, he sees the Catholic public opinion (the serious one; the people the other listen to in order to decide what is what) has gone away with the faithful bloggers, and the only thing he can do is motivate a record number of Catholics to vote for Trump whilst even the effeminate Europe slowly but surely rejects – and despises – his socialist, globalist, anti-Catholic propaganda.
We are, literally, ruining his party, and even if Monsignor Ricca dances with him (which he might well do) he has no reason to smile; which is why he becomes more and more bitter, obnoxious, boorish, and outright despicable by the month. The dream of the historic papacy is gone. What remains now is a wrecking ball papacy, out of spite, arrogance, boorishness and utter and complete evil.
In the presence of astonishing cowardly bishops it is clear that Francis will not be challenged during his disgraceful papacy. He will go on wreaking havoc inside the Church like a Castro on steroids; but we will, at least, ruin his party, and deny to him credibility and dignity both in life and in history.
And as we are no cowardly “Knights” of Malta, or pussycat bishops, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.
Gotta love President Trump. (“President Trump”. How sweet the sound!)
He is posed the usual stupid, liberal question by ABC and promptly turns the tables on the interviewer, reminding him and millions of Americans that the MSM do not cover the March for Life, scheduled for today.
This man is unbelievable. Every time you start to wondering why he would do something (for example: be interviewed by ABC, examine Mitt Romney as Secretary of State) he shows soon after that there was a very clever design behind it (expose ABC as biased, expose Mitt Romney as a buffoon who would do anything for personal recognition).
The Washington March for Life is today (the UK is up 20 May). This time, the White House is on the right side. I can barely believe these words as I write them. Trump’s victory was such a tectonic movement, that the aftereffects will be felt for many years now.
Remember the Sanctimonious Judases? Those who said yes to a liberal supreme court for decades, the oppression of the people’s liberties (particularly first and second amendment), the threatening of their own religious freedom, the explosion of debt and illegal immigration, just in order to feel oh so pure themselves? I am almost sorry that these scumbags are going to profit from Trump Presidency, too. But they, that’s the way it goes: a good presidency profits those who have not deserved it, too.
How the times have changed. The United States are rapidly becoming a Country so vastly engaged in ending the insanity of our times, that they will make Francis’ Vatican look like North Korea.
Gone is the Obama presidency. Almost forgotten are the Sanctimonious Judases (don’t worry: I will remind you of them every now and then, so that their memory may live in shame forever). Go will, one day, this satanical papacy.
The times, they are a changin’.
I hope and know that the March for Life will be a great success this year. And this year, people will be made to pay attention, because the great President Trump wil force the nation to do so.
Boy, I wish he were Pope.
In a rather funny turn of even (albeit I must admit everything these people do and say turns out to be funny in a tragic way) the march of the wymyn has been sharply criticised by trannies and assorted freak shows.
We discover things we would have have never imagined at the heart of the feminist movement.
They are too White.
They “exclude” freak shows (yes: they are disgusted themselves!)
They believe absurd things like, for example, that “a vagina is essential to womanhood”. Tranniephobia!!!
I mean: really? Don’t these fat, ugly, white feminist (and their cats) understand that the Trannies are fighting exactly the same “civil right” fight the Suffragettes were fighting 100 and more years ago? Where will it end if the “oppressed” of yesteryear do not show solidarity with the “oppressed” of today?
Come on, fat White feminists! Show us your mettle!
We want to see a colourful collection of trannies and assorted freak shows, in the first very row, at every one of your marches. We want you to organise yourselves according to strictly political correct criteria (White women out! Black trannies in!). We want to see you give the oppressed the lead, instead of patronising them with your White Angry Privilege!
As for myself, I will continue to believe that if the Blessed Virgin did not feel oppressed, so shouldn’t they; that women as a sex have – with the complicity of weak men – been working at the ruination of their own lives for now more than one hundred years; and that the weak men, as a sex, of our generation are the main cause – and at the same time the fitting punishment – for the feminist madness we are living.
As for myself, besides remaining of my opinion, I am glad to be in the company of this man, however politically incorrect he may have been:
“The women’s suffrage movement is only the small edge of the wedge, if we allow women to vote it will mean the loss of social structure and the rise of every liberal cause under the sun. Women are well represented by their fathers, brothers, and husbands.”
O Lord God, to whom vengeance belongeth; O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself.
2 Lift up thyself, thou judge of the earth: render a reward to the proud.
3 Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
4 How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
5 They break in pieces thy people, O Lord, and afflict thine heritage.
6 They slay the widow and the stranger, and murder the fatherless.
7 Yet they say, The Lord shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
8 Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye be wise?
9 He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
10 He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
11 The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man, that they are vanity.
12 Blessed is the man whom thou chastenest, O Lord, and teachest him out of thy law;
13 That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be digged for the wicked.
14 For the Lord will not cast off his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.
15 But judgment shall return unto righteousness: and all the upright in heart shall follow it.
16 Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?
17 Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.
18 When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
20 Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which frameth mischief by a law?
21 They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22 But the Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.
23 And he shall bring upon them their own iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own wickedness; yea, the Lord our God shall cut them off.
This Psalm is all I could think after knowing, today, of the shameful capitulation of the Knights of Malta, and their decision to bend over to the bullying of Francis.
Francis’ bullying makes me angry, for sure. But even more so the cowardice of little people, unworthy of the glorious order of which they are part, and ready to sell it (and, make no mistake, Catholic orthodoxy with it) for a comfortable life or who knows what ulterior motives.
What a shame. What use it is to be a sovereign entity, if this sovereignty isn’t used when it is most important to do so. What kind of knighthood is this, that decides to serve evil rather than good; what kind of miserable sellouts are people who first make very clear they will not be trampled (and have all the means to avoid it; if they are honest, that is) and then fold like the bad shepherd when the evil wolf, Francis, barks twice.
Shame on them. Shame on them all. In no time, the SMOM will be transformed in another fake catholic, condom-distributing, heresy-promoting organisation.
The Evil Clown does not win because of his intrinsic qualities as a bully. He wins because of the utter paucity of the people supposed to stand against him. People among which Cardinal Burke is considered a lion. And by the by, can’t wait for the man’s take on all this. We will know whether there is one who has kept his dignity.
What a shame. These peopel have not deserved any of their rich privileges. They do not deserve sovereignty. They are little lackeys of an evil man.
Traitors. Sellouts. Evil just as Francis is evil.
Don’t even try to make excuses for them. With their declarations of the past days they have themselves brought the judgment upon themselves. This is a sellout pure and simple. They have nowhere to hide.
For shame. I hope they lose their sovereignty. I hope they cease to exist. They have not deserved it.
The “Mexico City policy” is the rule that an NGO either performing or promoting the holocaust of the unborn outside of the United States cannot receive any federal funding for all the activity the very same organisation performs inside the United States. The rule makes sense, as that organisation would otherwise be able to direct more resources to the killing of the unborn abroad even as it keeps “looking good”, and cashing money, inside the US.
The “Mexico City policy” – terminated by the Gay Mulatto, if memory serves, in the very first days of his disgraceful presidency – has now been reinstated by President Trump.
I read the news, and I compared the strong action of President Trump in the defence of the unborn with the subtle and not so subtle attempts of the Evil Clown to downplay the issue among his very sheep (remember the need of “not obsessing”?). I also notice that the end of Obamacare spells the most definitive end (after the judicial decision) for the obligation of religious institutions and Christian employers to directly finance the provision of abortion for their own employees. I do not remember any crusades of the Evil Clown in the matter, either.
And it goes on. The “LGBT” internet site of the Gay Mulatto White House has already disappeared. The selection of a Supreme Court judge who called Roe vs Wade an “abomination” is well in the cards, though less risky names might be preferred. The danger of persecution for Catholic expressing their views seems a distant event. I might be forgetting something.
In short, Trump has done more for the unborn and for Catholic values in almost four days than Pope Evil Clown Francis has done in almost four years.
It goes to show the amount of satanical infiltration currently afflicting the Church.
Long live President Trump. May he be inspired by our Lord ( Who works in mysterious ways) to promote more and more of the issues dear to our Catholic hearts.
And may this disgraceful Pontificate end soon, and be thrown in the ash heap of church history, where it belongs.
- Start digging. Yep, now. It won’t help, but it will keep you occupied.
- Start praying. It won’t help either, seen the false religion you belong to. But you might find it beneficial for anxiety reduction.
- Don’t wait for the whistle announcing your death. Supersonic missiles reach their target before their own sound. This means you will be ISIS Marmalade before you can even hear it coming.
- Realise that you are screwed. Not Hillary-Screwed. Not even Elton-Screwed. You are ISIS-screwed. You are about to die; and believe me, you don’t want to die a Muslim. Hey, I have tried.
- Understand that God does have a Son. Your child-rapist so-called prophet has screwed you all right. Hey, I have tried again.
- Be ready for the big surprise: 72 angry fags aiming at your you-know-what, instead of the 72 “recyclable virgins”. Don’t tell me I did not warn you.
- Don’t bring any fleece jacket. It will be very warm down there.
The reading of today (Old Rite) was the extremely well-known passage with the Centurion humbly asking Jesus to cure his gravely ill servant.
We can read this in many ways, and these famous words have taken an extremely important place in the (particularly traditional; the New Mess has tampered with this as with almost everything else) Mass to signify the respect and awe, the sense of full inadequacy and conscience of our sinfulness with which we approach the Eucharist. I don’t need to tell you how specially important this message is in the troubled times we are living.
However, I would like to direct your attention on another aspect of this beautiful episode.
The Centurion is – as Centurions always were – very smart, though this one was also clearly touched by a special grace. When he sees The Real Deal, this smart guy recognises Him. There are no hesitations, no doubts, no traces of any wavering whatsoever. His faith is so big, that he does not even require from Our Lord the act – which would have been criticised by his enemies, and was not seen as essential anyway – to enter the roof of a heathen. Faith does not need physical proximity.
The Centurion is smart and, through God’s grace, he “gets it all”. His unwavering faith is the more notable to us, because it comes from a man belonging to a professional category to whom a first-class brain was universally recognised.
I love these faith stories in the Gospel. The men and women who were their protagonists did not allow any of the slanders around Jesus to distract them. They knew.
Whenever I read of them, I think of the many who, today, could take an example from them. Those who shiver and shudder, fluctuate and wobble, double and distrust, simply because we have a horrible Pope.
I get a shiver down my spine whenever I read someone saying that Francis makes him doubt his faith. This is Satan on full-scale attack, right within them.
If the Church is a fraud, Jesus is a fraud. Jesus is not a fraud, so neither is the Church.
You can’t question the Church as the Bride without questioning Jesus as the Bridegroom. The visible, earthly Church can disconcert you with the level of corruption, stupidity or even heresy men inside her have always been able to exhibit. But in all this – both in the historical Church and in the present one – we know that under the more or less numerous, and more or less thick strata of mud which have all too often been found a strong, indestructible layer of Divine Granite has always been, and will always be there.
Like the Centurion, we recognise the Bridegroom. And when we recognise the Bridegroom, we recognise the Bride, because the one cannot be accepted without accepting the other.
I understand that Francis’ satanical work is enough to make people wonder what the heck is happening. But doubt is not the answer.
God’s will is what is happening. Providence is what is happening. Our salvation, day by day, is what is – hopefully – happening.
Don’t shiver, don’t waiver, don’t doubt.
Be a modern Centurion.
Today Trump evicts Gay Mulatto from the White House and starts giving us the best shot at the recovery of sanity in three decades.
I think it will be a success. A stunning success. Mind, this will not become a Catholic paradise, and expectations should not be unrealistic. However, I’d say this will be as good as it gets in our lifetime and age of sodomy.
I will now make some easy prediction concerning the next eight years. You have read it here first.
Trump will create millions of jobs. Libtards will say he is at war against the poor.
Trump will build that wall. Libtards will say he assaults women.
Trump will deport millions of illegal immigrants (though by far not all of them). Libtards will say he should be brought in front of a UN tribunal.
Trump will attack the MSM until they continue their liberal, fake news narrative. Libtards will say Trump is in bed with Putin.
Trump will win the 2020 elections in a landslide. Libtards will say Russia influenced the elections.
Trump and the Senate will appoint conservative judges to all relevant courts from the Supreme Court down. Libtards will say he is not their president.
Trump will win, win, win and win again. Libtards’ heads will explode again and again.
Very easy exercise.
You read it here first.
Gloria TV has a wonderful quip: “We used to pray for the intentions of the Pope and the conversion of Russia. Now we pray for the intentions of Russia and the conversion of the Pope”.
The “Vatican gone mad” part isn’t bad, either…
The recent interview, that I have still not watched, of Church Militant with Father Oko (an excellent priest about whom this little effort has already written several times) allows me to spend three and a half words about why, in my estimation, the homo lobby is infiltrating the Church with the success everyone with functioning eyes cannot but notice.
The first element is apparently prominently mentioned by Father Oko: fags in position of power use it to promote other fags. It is so everywhere. It is so among churchmen, too. Think Tucho “dreaming queen” Fernandez or Father James “Loretta” Martin and you will get the idea.
But then there is a second element that I would like to stress: all those priests and prelates who, whilst not homos themselves, have skeletons in the closet. The priest or bishop with the mistress on the side, with a story of either pedophilia or of protecting paedophile priests, with an alcohol problem, with a prostitute problem, or with any other problem will soon notice that siding with this powerful group will help them not to be exposed, or even allow them to advance their career.
Then there is a further group of priests and bishops who might not be guilty of the same shortcomings, but are guilty of excessive ambition, probably coupled with lack of faith. They don't have necessarily to fear being shamed, but they fear being put in the career freezer and left there forever. They will close an eye or three as they try to fake orthodoxy with their sheep in the manner that is practicable without incurring the ire of the homo Mafia.
Where does the Evil Clown position himself in all this? It is difficult to say. The man could well be a homo himself, and it is clear that a reputation of suspected homosexuality accompanied him in his Argentinian years. But the man might have other problems of the sort, as his repeated mention of “coprophagia” and “coprophilia” abundantly show. Lastly, the man might simply have understood which group is it wise to have near, in a satanical symbiosis that advances his career as he advances theirs.
What is clear is that the man has all but buried – or perhaps destroyed – the explosive report about homosexuality in the church prepared for Benedict; a report which the latter chose not to act upon, preferring to fly before the wolves instead.
The more time passes, the more I see Francis as an organic development of Benedict's, John Paul's and Paul's church: a development, the last one, that saw the evil advancing perhaps three step in one go; but an evil that was advancing nonetheless.
Let us console ourselves with this: the Lord will never leave us without the likes of Father Oko, few as they may be. It is for us to brew the best beer we can out of the ingredients at out disposal, and be confident that sure victory, and a definitive one, awaits the Church, and hopefully an undeserved recompense awaits those who do not waiver, and decide to live and die on the side of Father Oko.
No guarantee of salvation, of course.
But I certainly wouldn't want the odds of those on the other side.
The two apostate bishops from Malta who have released the satanical garbage about which yours truly has already reported have reacted to the – massive – criticism directed towards them; they have, obviously enough, presented no real arguments in favour of their apostasy, though they were very fast in declaring themselves “saddened”, as is the fashion, by the disgusted reaction to their disgusting vomit.
The two apostates basically make the following point: we have released our instructions because it's what Amoris Laetitia says.
The point is completely non-existent because, even admitting that AL does justify the idea that it is impossible to live a Christian life, the question would be what a Catholic bishop will do to fight such an idea, not to support it.
The two disgraceful apostates follow instead a hard version of the Führerprinzip very much en vogue in Nazi times: that what the Führer says is right goes without saying; therefore, the question is how to follow him.
Tellingly enough, AL is the only “basis” of the apostate bishops' reasoning, without any regards to (real) Catholic doctrine. It is as if a Catholic Bishop in Nazi Germany had justified the Nuremberg Laws with a reference to… Mein Kampf.
There is no other way to put it: the two Maltese Bishops have renounced the faith, and have officially repudiated it in the name of something that – in reality or in interpretation – goes head on against it.
Bishop Scicluna and Bishop Grech are even worse than wannabe Catholics. They are FrancisNazis. They have clearly lost their faith, and are now licking Francis' and the world's boots for all they are worth. I can't even begin to imagine how horrible their pit in hell will be, unless they repent.
Führerprinzip has no place in the Church. The Church works according to the Christusprinzip instead. He who does not understand this simple fact is not a Catholic but a FrancisNazi apostate