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Pope Francis has dished us another portion of involuntary comics with his latest interview on the plane.
There is so much nonsense in this interview that even Aleteia readers should be able to detect it without difficulties.
The very assertion that a war between North Korea and the USA could destroy “a good part of humanity” shows basic ignorance of (or wilful deception about) the fact that North Korea does not have the ability to launch nuclear warheads. One thing is the ability to cause a nuclear reaction to take place is some huge cavern (every Western Country has the technology to do so), quite another is to have this ability transferred to a warhead. Francis' assertion is made even more stupid by the simple consideration that Trump's showdown with the North Korean is due exactly to the necessity to avoid that this kind of threat becomes reality one day (and if we listen to Francis it most certainly will). This man goes blabbering around and he hasn't the faintest idea of what the facts on the ground are.
Almost as dumb is the second pearl, the idea that North Korea would be willing to see reason if some neutral third party like Norway asks them to please be nice. I wonder what Francis has been smoking these past several decades, but whatever it was it blinded him completely to the obvious reality of a regime so dug in in its own ideological trench that nothing short of the certainty of harsh punishment can – if it all can – deter them from digging themselves deeper in it to the endangerment of us all. Heck, they don't even listen to the Chinese! But no, give them a Francismediator and soon it will be biscuits and wine all around.
Thirdly – and I will stop there out of sheer exhaustion – is the typical Francisidea (and, typically, uncatholic thinking) that the United Nations should be the world policeman dealing with these issues. The man comes to the point of complaining that the UN is not powerful enough.
You don't say, Francis dear? And you already go to school, dear little boy?
I thank God that Hitlery was defeated and we have at the helm a real man, with real balls, and the for him very typical “can do” rather than “will talk” attitude. A man forced to pick up the problems the Gay Mulatto left to grow unchecked, and apparently determined to see the end of them.
War is never pleasant. But at times, it is necessary. Effeminate leaders will dance around the issues and let them grow worse, but decisive leaders will tackle the dangers before they get out of control.
The stupidity of Chamberlain, who wanted to “avoid war”, was instrumental in giving us WWII. There is hope that this time, the modern Chamberlain was replaced in time before the worst happens.
As to Francis, he can set his heart at peace: in matters of peace and war, the UN will continue to count less than my cat.
And so will he.
God does not expect us to do mental gymnastics to figure out who is pope.
These words were posted as a comment by long-time reader and commenter extraordinaire, Akita.
This is one single line. One line that has, in itself, more reason in it than the endless streams of conspiracy theories or abstruse reasoning we read from many parts.
There was once, somewhere I forgot, a video interview with a pretender to the throne of Peter, appointed by a handful of people, mostly relatives, but still taking himself very seriously. Apparently the man spoke true Catholicism and was very nice and personable to boot. The problem is that the man did not practice true Catholicism, and niceness is neither here nor there.
Catholicism is complicated in its details but it is very simple in its logic. It is matter for theologians, for sure; but it is not made for them.
Catholicism is made for domestic servants, peasants, and miners. It is made for the cleaning lady and the factory worker. It asks for nothing more than to cling to the simple truths that have been transmitted. It does not require anyone to reason – much less decide – who is Pope. Particularly when – as today – there is no one claiming to be Pope that has not been elected in his parent’s kitchen, or thereabouts.
Whenever the next heresy or blasphemy of the Evil Clown leads you to doubt who is Pope (in which I always see the sure sign of the aspiring Cardinal) think about the words of Akita, and the situation will seem much clearer in an instant.
God bless the sensus Catholicus. God knows we have great need of it.
There are on the Remnant some beautiful reflections of Michael Matt about death in general and John Vennari in particular. You will hear in the video that Mr Matt has also suffered a very recent bereavement, and I am sure you will want to join me in my prayers for his sister.
Today I would like to add some reflections of my own as an unworthy addendum to what has been already said so well.
I am not a complicated guy. I am not the “doubter” guy. I believed in God before even knowing His name. There has never been a day I did not believe in God. Faith, to me, was never something conquered. It has always been there. What was not there was proper instruction, and when Providence finally led me to give this proper instruction to myself every piece fell into place, and every capital question in my little world was answered. When the desire took me to deepen some aspects of my faith (not in order to believe, but in order to better understand), Providence again guided me towards those sources which allowed me to quench this thirst, too.
I am a simple guy. I do believe that the Church has all the answers. Simple, by the way, does not mean “dumb”. Ask the atheists who dare to debate me on the faith.
This leaves me, more often than not, with a rather crushing question: will I be saved?
The beauty of Church thinking is not deprived of harshness. It is not the easy lie accepted by the Evangelicals, naively believing that their faith will save them. Actually, I sometime think in jest, I should be a Protestant, because my faith being so strong this would make me so comfortably assured of heaven!
Well, not. How strongly one believes an error does not make the error right. It only makes it easier for him to get in the hands of the devil in the end.
My faith is strong, and I am afraid of hell. I am afraid of hell because I can see all too clearly that the devil is looking for those whom he might devour, and it would be very stupid (and arrogant to boot) of me to think that I am safe from him. Of course, I try to practice the Catholic virtue of hope, and reflect that doing my duty and carrying on day after day, one day at a time, will get me through in the end. This is also the main reason why I pray the Rosary every day. But you see, the problem is not what happens if we persevere. The problem is whether we will persevere in the first place! How many wish for themselves a very long life, and do not reflect that a very long life is, in itself, no more than the postponing of an all-important verdict! A verdict which, if favourable, makes the length of said life irrelevant; and if unfavourable, the same.
This is why I do envy those like John Vennari. Those who have most clearly persevered to the end, and had the added grace of being able to prepare themselves so well. If I die with the grace of the Last Rites and knowing that I have persevered to the end, I cannot imagine any real sadness in my last hours. Yes, I will be sad to leave those I love. But I will also have the anticipation of meeting, one day, many more who left before me and got their prize already!
Life is overrated. Death is ignored. This is how the modern world goes to hell.
The only sensible way for us to go through life is by thinking every day of the end of it, and the all-important stake attached to it.
I do not wish to live 100 years. Lord, make me die tomorrow with a strong faith and a soul free of mortal sin, rather than making me live a long, long life in which I lose contact with You and merit damnation in the end.
Those who have persevered to the end are to be envied indeed. They have done already what we may only hope and pray we will be able to do.
May this be told, one day, for your humble correspondent, the ones he loves, the ones who read him, and the ones they love.
Pope “Evil Clown” Francis has spoken in front of the usual, convenient audience of opportunists and assorted sycophants, and was applauded when he issued the following admonitions to his abused sheep: “do not clericalise the laity” and “don’t be more Papist than the Pope”.
I must say I had to smile.
The laity is being “clericalised” (that is: seen as the authentic carriers of the Catholic message) because the clergy shamelessly, insistently, blatantly refuse to do their job. If the local priest talks rubbish all the time and the bloggers online talk sense, it is fairly obvious that everyone with even a faint interest in his salvation will look to the latter for his instruction, and will look at the former as an embarrassment at best and a disgrace at worst. Actually, woe to the one who swallows all the excrement the bad priest dishes to him and thinks he is being a good Catholic. He is dancing on the brink of hell as he smiles “peace beeeee with youuuuuuu” to his pew neighbour.
The same goes for the second, astonishingly clericalist affirmation of the Evil Clown.
Heck, my cat is more Catholic than he is! The plant in my living room! The spider outside of my front door! It is fair to say that even Luther is more Catholic than this tool here! And why would I, then, not want to be more Catholic than such a tool!? Who this idiot thinks he is, the metre of what is Catholic? What unspeakable arrogance!
Catholicism is not measured according to the Pope. On the contrary: the Pope is measured according to Catholicism!
Francis is not only an enemy of the Church. He is a very stupid one. His statements confirm both that good Catholics have ceased looking at the clergy for guidance on who and what is Catholic, and that every good Catholic knows that he is far more Catholic than the Pope.
And there we have him, this old lewd nincompoop, telling us to please consider that he is the Pope, and may we therefore eat all the heretical, socialist, blasphemous excrement he dishes us day in and day out, incessantly, with a Satan-driven logorrhoea that exposes every day the mediocrity of his intellect and the arrogance of what little intellect he has.
Repent or go to hell, you old lewd blasphemous cretin.
We, who are infinitely more Catholic than you are, will try to save our souls clinging to Catholicism instead.
Let me say my two words about the situation we are in, and the conclusion we must, logically, reach for ourselves.
I agree: Francis hates the Church.
I agree: Francis is a heretical Pope.
I agree: the crisis we are living in unprecedented.
Does this, then, un-Pope the Pope?
Things are what they are. We can’t create a parallel world because we don’t like the situation we are in. This would be just as naive as going around crying “not my President” after Trump’s victory. Trump is the President all right. Francis is the Pope all right. There is not even even an alternative pretendent not gone out of a cartoon.
If Pope Francis were to come out as a pedophile and celebrate black masses he would still be the reigning Pope pending his death or deposition, exactly in the same way as the heretical Honorius was still Pope, every day of his life, unchallenged, until he kicked the bucket. Also, reflect on the fact that the succession of the Pope would have been valid even if Honorius had never been officially proclaimed heretic. When he died, Christianity did not stop breathing waiting for a declaration which, alone, would give legitimacy to the Papacy. If this had been so, it would not have been possible to say that his successor was legitimately elected.
Any form of “Francis-is-not-the-Pope-ism” is a flight into absurdity. It is what it is. Reality stares us in the face. Denying it is of no use. Reality has a way of imposing itself on us.
As they say in Italy, “expert maintain that the bumblebee cannot fly; but he does not know it, and flies anyway” (I know, it’s not true). This bumblebee in white and his successors will be elected Pope, and seen as such by the entire planet, no matter how much we refuse to see reality.
Why, then, this situation?
How to reconcile the crisis beyond belief with the obvious fact, staring at us in the face, of a heretical Pope? I have no doubts whatsoever about the answer: the crisis beyond belief is the result of a rebellion beyond belief: the Second Vatican Council.
The Church is indefectible, but she is not – on this earth at least – a perfect, immaculate porcelain vase. Our Lord allows Her to be scarred, marred, dirtied by bad Popes and worse clergy, and still survive every crisis.
The unprecedented arrogance and rebellion of the Second Vatican Council has – nay: had to – cause an unprecedented crisis involving the very organs who were accomplices and drivers of this rebellion. V II was initiated by a Pope, and the explosion of this bubo takes the form of a grotesquely rebellious Pope. V II was enabled and supported by Cardinals, and the very institution of the Cardinalate might not survive the tragic times we are living, so discredited and utter shamed are them, all of them, with no exception. V II was driven in all corners of the planet by stupid bishops, and this stupidity comes now back to us amplified many times. V II was helped all the way by faithless priests, and we are now being flooded with effeminate excuses of shepherds. Last but not least, V II was embraced by a multitude of dumb oxes, calling themselves Catholic, who, after benefiting from an amazing string of excellent Popes, were ready to throw orthodoxy overboard in favour of the new fashionable way.
All of them culpable, all of them punished by the Lord: starting from the Papacy down to us, the dumb oxes.
It is clear to me – and I have written this several times now – that the Lord is punishing us for the unprecedented rebellion of V II, giving us an overdose of that same poison we once thought so good for us.
We are getting the aggiornamento rammed down our throat in the most brutal of ways, because this is what we have deserved.
When this crisis is gone – and you and I might die before seeing that day – the future generations will see with elegant clarity not a single culprit (Francis) but a blasphemous process, starting at the beginning of the Sixties and unavoidably leading to its end: chaos and shame.
Shame on the Pope, the Cardinals, the Bishops, the priests and, well, us. Shame on us for playing along with the church wreckers.
Francis is the explosion of the bubo. The bubo has been there more than fifty years. We reap what we saw.
This is all there is to know.
“Your Grace, when will you issue a formal condemnation of Amoris Laetitia?”
This should be the first and, if necessary, second, third, fourth and only question every Catholic journalist poses to every Cardinal at any time.
Every now and then I see headlines about this or that Cardinal who has given another interview.
I don't even open the link anymore.
These Cardinals make me think of generals inviting the soldiers to make their bunk accurately, or to clean their weapons properly, whilst the enemy is invading. Not wrong in itself, but one should focus on the real emergency and real priority.
There is one and only one thing to do for every Cardinal in the present situation: condemn Amoris Laetitia as heretical. If they do this, all the rest can wait. If they don't do this, whatever they say is obfuscation, hypocrisy and dereliction of duty however valid the reminder to properly clean our weapons.
There is a huge emergency going on, and no Cardinal should think that blabbering around about other issues will allow them to escape their duty. They should be reminded about it every time. They should, more to the point, not be allowed to look good giving interviews about safe issues (or moderately conservative ones) when they are just refusing to do their job.
I am not interested in knowing what Cardinal X or Y think about “divisions” in the Church. I am not interested in their opinion about whether Amoris Laetitia causes any kind of problem. I want to know when they will condemn the document as heretical.
Until that time comes, the Cardinals should spare us the latest utterances about things we already know, and reflect on the things they have a duty to say and we have the right to hear.
The chatting Cardinal who refuse to condemn Amoris Laetitia is still silent; and he is perfectly useless, or worse.
It appears the Evil Clown is engaging in another one of his easy stunts, concerning his security in Egypt. All smoke of course, but it let me to think – with horror – at the consequences of an attempt on the life of the
If he dies we would experience the Immediate Canonisation of the man, with FrancisChurch officially becoming the received wisdom in all things Catholic. If he survives, the Vatican news people will spin the attempt to death, in a similar way as it happened for John Paul II. Not nearly as tragic, but not good at all.
No, let's hope nothing of the sort happens. Let's hope Francis dies a painless death within the oh so humble confines of his entire luxury hotel floor. Let's hope he goes without giving his supporters and minions of Satan any weapons to further the work of their dark master.
Please pray that Francis may stay alive and well. Intercontinental trips don't go on forever.
Whenever I read public stories of suicide I get my antennae out, and hope to find signs of healthy Christian thinking. Mostly, I fail.
The suicide of the (in the US) famous former (American) Football player Aaron Hernandez has led a bad Catholic magazine (no link to them) to say that “perhaps Hernandez was a genuine believer”. This, the poor lambs write because it was found that Hernandez had “John 3:16” written on his forehead and on his bible.
A genuine believer does not commit suicide. A genuine believer accepts the sentence he has brought on himself and decides to atone for his deeds for as long as the Lord gives him to live. A genuine believer recognises in his deserved fate the instrument of Providence put at his disposal by a merciful God to allow a murderer to die, in God’s time, at peace with Him.
It seems absurdly difficult to construct Hernandez’ suicide as anything other than executed in cold blood and, therefore, certainly deserving of hell. The preparation of the suicide (I spare the details to the sensitive) went on for minutes. Actually, the very writing on his forehead further corroborates this. This wasn’t a momentary lapse of sanity. This was planned. We do not call this “being a genuine believer”. We call this “being, with extremely high probability, one for Satan”. He might have repented in the last seconds, in the jaws of death already. But this very faint hope can not be blown into something like “belief”. Particulalry so, when this alleged evidence of faith was given exactly in preparation of the suicide, and therefore proves nothing more than the arrogance of another one who thinks he can make his own religion as he sees fit.
Suicides is punished with hell. It is extremely reasonable to suppose that the vast majority of suicides go to hell. It is reasonable to suppose that premeditation is a clear sign of an extremely high probability of hell. What the suicide thinks of his faith is utterly and completely irrelevant. Suicide is who suicide does. Unless perfect contrition intervenes before death it is hell, period.
Hernandez quote seems to indicate a tragic defiance of Christ in the very moment in which he claims to belong to him. It is a mockery, not a witness, of Christianity. And woe to the one (be him a priest, a journalist, or whatever else) who downplays the horrific, bloodcurdling reality of the suicides’ hell trying to invent a kind of spiritula life in a man full of tattoos, violent outside and inside the jail, and clearly willing to plan the taking of his own life.
Nor can as “excuse” be told that the man had – with a life sentence without possibility of parole – an unbearable burden to bear for a 27 year old.
No burden is unbearable. Particularly when – as in Hernandez’ case – he must have known that he had brought this burden on himself. Yes, I think the death penalty would have been a better closure for all parties involved. But hey, we live in “humanitarian” times. It was evidently deemed better to have the man live a life in captivity at taxpayer’s expense for possibly many decades, rather than admit that we are scared of our own death.
Do not believe those who downplay suicide or try to beautify their murderous perpetrators (yes, the suicide is a murderer: the murderer of oneself). The reality of hell is, again, bloodcurling, and suicide is the safest way to get there.
The news of every suicide must prompt us to pray more, fear the Lord, and take refuge in Him. It must put into us the terror of what could happen to us if we started to let our guard down. It must lead us to a horrified resolve to avoid that fate, no matter what the circumstances. It must be to us a warning that the devil walks around like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.
Never downplay suicide. Never try to fabricate hypothetical excuses, much less try to present a suicide as a “genuine believer”.
Say a prayer for the man. He is most likely in hell, but your prayer won’t go to waste. And as you pray and think of the very probable destination of the man for whom you are praying, shiver. Yes, shiver. And then shiver again.
May every suicide fortify us in our resolve to – with God’s grace – never do the same.
Cardinal “I am in Soros’ pocket” Maradiaga gave an interview some weeks ago (everyone gives interviews to everyone these days). The interview is notable for the insulting remarks against the Four
However, this blog post is not about that. It is about a remark that the Soros-funded Cardinal makes before dropping a Mother of All Bombs on the Four
Cardinals Kitten and calling them Pharisees. Maradiaga states:
I think, in the first place, that they [the four cardinals] have not read Amoris Laetitia,
Well, yeah, the man might be on to something here.
The heresy in Amoris Laetitia is so widespread, so obvious, so all-pervasive, that the idea of having doubts whether it spreads heresy might well indicate that… one has not read it.
Kudos to the Soros-sponsored Cardinal, then. From the mouth of the heretics, and all that…
The recent events with “Anonimi della Croce” move me to write one or two considerations about anonymity.
Anonymity protects the identity of the blogger. There are many good reasons to blog anonymously. However, one must be aware of this: that being anonymous, the author will have no possibility to attach any credibility to his name, qua name. The only credibility he will have is the one of the argument he makes.
Homer was a great poet (or poets). You don’t need to know his real identity. His poetry speaks for him. You read and love his poetry, and could not care less whether you know the name of its author or not. What count is what is in the tin. “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”.
The same happens with an anonymous blogger. If a Catholic Homer started to write beautiful verses in defence of the Church people would be drawn to his site by the poetry itself, not the name of its author. If, more prosaically, a Catholic blogger like yours truly starts to write his own considerations on the net, his pen name will never have any weight. The only thing that will ever count is whether the argument makes sense. If that particular rose smells sweet, you don’t need to know what name it has. If it doesn’t, exactly the same happens. This is the reason why anonymous Catholic blogs (as well as all sorts of anonymous sites, from whistleblowing ones to Wikileaks) work. The proof of the pudding is in the eating.
This does not work anymore if an anonymous blogger starts publishing things which, in order to be believed, depend on his name. If I say “I have it from a reliable source that Francis is going to dance in drags in Saint Peter” this is not an argument that can stand in itself: it’s a piece of information that can be true or false. The reader needs an established name, and an established history of true revelations, to lend credibility to this. An anonymous chap saying so will not do the trick.
If, however, I say “I will now explain to you why Francis is a heretic” and proceed to make the argument, this argument will not need my name to be believed. It will stand, or fall, without any need for it. It is not about whether the information is true or false, it is about whether the argument persuades you or not. This is the sphere in which Catholic bloggers must operate.
Anonymity on the Internet is, inter alia, good because of this: that you always need to make a good argument, because no one will believe anything just because of you saying so.
“Anonimi della Croce” has ceased operations. If you try to access the site, you find nothing. Not even the archives.
That was it, then.
I do not give much credence to the idea that this was a “fake news” site, in the same way as I tend not to give credence to unsubstantiated conspiracy theories. I have read several of their articles in their (and mine) mother tongue: they were well written – in a colloquial, emotional style – and made a very good argument against Francis and for the Church. It seems absurd to me that people who spoke with such obvious zeal for the Church would do that because they bat for Francis. It would be as if the “Pravda” had started to publish the entire collection of speeches of Ronald Reagan before trying to let you believe that he is, say, corrupt. It does not work that way: when the argument of your enemy is presented too well, it will work against you. If, therefore, these people had the intention to sell us a lie by giving us robust doses of truth first, they are stupid indeed. People don’t stop believing in truth because a site turns out to be fake.
Of course I wasn’t there, and of course we will probably never know the truth. What I think more likely happened is that a couple of priests with a good ear inside the things of the Vatican started to post on things they could not substantiate, and had uncritically collected from everyone willing to plant a rumour around. This can’t end well, because a bit of life experience tells us that most rumours are just that.
Then there’s the thing with “anonymity”, which might also have been the undoing of the two (I think) blog authors.
If you publish a post saying what you were told in a certain Roman cafe’ you are not really anonymous: your source knows who you are. And even if you have willingly given fantasy details about the place to protect your anonymity, if your information is detailed your informant will have no big trouble to trace you anyway. This kind of anonymity never goes on for long. Let’s say a prelate has five possible suspects of being “Fra Cristoforo”. The only thing he will have to do is to spread five different rumours to them, and those who publish on the blog are the anonymous bloggers. It really is a game with very short legs.
It can be that the two (I think) priests have been found and silenced. It can be that they have (wisely) recognised that publishing anonymous letters does not prove anything. It can even be – though I do not think it likely – that these are two people who are on the side of Francis and have been so stupid to attract a couple hundred thousand visitors a month with beautiful arguments against him.
The site is now gone. It was, in the end, a big soap bubble.
Beware of anonymous great revelations.
I visited the “Anonimi della Croce” site in order to see whether the famous letter showing that Benedict resigned because of external pressures was published.
Actually, it was, and on Good Friday already. The post is here. I will translate the important part below.
However, be informed from the start that there are a couple of big caveats:
- The letter is also anonymous. This means that the one who wrote the letter is not known. The letter could be, simply put, a fake.
- Benedict is the recipient, not the author, of the letter. Not to put too fine a point on it, I could write to any of my readers a letter stating “I know how hard it is to live with the terrible burden of having committed adultery”. This would not prove that you have committed adultery. I could then extract this letter from my sleeve at any time. Again, it would prove nothing.
The important part of the letter is this:
Il Suo pensiero di dimissione dal Suo stato deriva sicuramente da un grave conflitto interiore, dovuto ai motivi e alle pressioni che mi ha elencato. So per certo che in altre condizioni, Sua Santità non avrebbe mai pensato minimamente ad avanzare un gesto simile. Ma di certo, questo momento per la Chiesa di Cristo è da considerarsi terribile. E Lei Santità ne è il Capo. E solo Lei sa di cosa oggi la Chiesa ha bisogno.
Your thoughts about abandoning your state certainly derives from a grave interior conflict, due to the motives and the pressures you have listed. I know for certain that in a different situation, Your Holiness would never have thought of making such a gesture. However, it is certain that the actual situation of Christ’s Church must be considered terrible. And you, Holiness, are Her head. And only you know what the Church needs today.
There is a (paper) bomb hidden in these words: “the pressures you have listed”. The Italian “pressioni” leaves little doubt that this is not a generic indication of “pressing needs”, but rather directly refers to the pressure exerted on someone to move him to do something. There might also be several of those, and there are certainly a minimum of two, as allegedly Benedict “lists” a series of “motives and pressures”.
So, the famous letter was published.
However, in my opinion the letter does not prove much.
Firstly, the writer might have misunderstood Benedict.
Secondly, any priest worth his salt would never say to a Pope revealing to him that he is being blackmailed into resigning “only you know what the Church needs today”. He would actually say, no matter what the extent of the pressure is: “it would be gravely sinful, irrespective of the state of the Church, to yield to blackmail”.
Thirdly, Benedict has very officially stated that he has resigned out of his own free will and without external pressure, and I still trust the old man more than an anonymous letter.
Fourthly, if Benedict had mentioned “pressures” in the sense of “blackmail” it is likely that his “pen friend” would have used the word “ricatti”. You exert pressure on someone to make him do something, but this is clearly short of blackmailing. The teacher exerts pressure on his student, making clear to him that he either applies himself more or will sit the year. Ivanka Trump exerts pressure on her father to make him bomb a Syrian airport. The act of exerting pressure is strong, but not necessarily immoral and generally not criminal. The act of blackmail is fundamentally different, and is described with a different word. This letter is also confidential. Therefore, the writer would not hesitate to write “ricatti” (the plural of “blackmail”) if he thought this is what is in play.
What this most probably looks like is that several people were telling Benedict that the Church needs a strong man, and he – as he himself stated publicly – does not want to end up like JP II. And the man, weak and meek (in the bad sense) as he has been his entire life, has felt the burden of being put “under pressure” to resign. Which makes his decision, in this hypothesis, entirely his anyway; because he was the Pope, not a child of three.
If we were to know the author and circumstances of the letter, and the author ‘s relationship with Benedict, we could make a better assessment. But as it is, this seems hardly a smoking gun.
More a chocolate one.
The Los Angeles Times (no link, and please don’t go clicking around for it; trust me on this) has the usual mediocre heap of organic waste concerning the Church. On Easter Monday – evidently short on things to write about – they invented a story about the Vatican that fully reflect the face news mindset of the libtard media.
The article is wrong in so many ways you know it was written by people, and for people, unable to think logically. It presupposes a revolt against Francis that never took place. It places the heart and epicentre of the revolt in what is no more than timidity and cowardice of one of Francis’ useful idiots (Cardinal Mueller). It depicts the Church like a party or a public company: something that can simply change course, and that’s that.
The very way the argument is presented (along the lines of “some say church doctrine has changed, the enemies of the Pope says it hasn’t; some of them are very powerful, like Mueller”) is laughably absurd and clearly shows the total absence of a Catholic mindset. Nor is it any excuse that many Cardinals and Bishops seem to lack the mindset, too. It’s not difficult to know how the Church works. A journalist writing about Catholicism should actually be on top of the basics. But no, we have the blind writing for the stupid. Commiefornia for you.
What angers me – besides the total ignorance of the basics of Catholicism – is the whiff of Stalinism that comes out of the article. It reads like a piece describing the obscure working of a powerful lobby of enemies of progress. The sad truth is that they aren’t the former, and don’t have the gut to be the latter. What they do is meowing around, even as they keep stating what a nice chap Francis is and how all his heresies are in fact very orthodox, if we bend over backwards as we should.
The article appeared yesterday. I think the LA Times needed some spitting on Catholicism to kick off the post Easter season. The sources are all pretty old, so there is no “news” to report about. It’s just a marmalade jar prepared before the time for use when there is some extra space available to spit on the Church.
What is worst of all, though, is this: such articles may persuade the one or other among this bunch of cowards that they are really working on some kind of “resistance”. Fake news creating fake ideas in Mickey Mouse “conservative” prelates.
What a bunch of baloney. There is no resistance among the hierarchy. What passes for such is a limited number of people not able to do more than whisper some truth whilst Francis shouts his heresies, and they even do so whilst saying that Francis is on their side. There is a desert of cowardice and heresy that at this point only Divine intervention will cause to cease. Francis is now in the fifth year of his disgraceful Pontificate, and the number of FrancisCardinals and FrancisBishops keeps growing unchallenged. If he lives another couple of years it is clear that the point of no return, barring a divine intervention, will be reached. I am pretty sure it will get worse before it gets better. This is what we get for tolerating a hierarchy for which heresy must be explained away, or meowed against, rather than stomped and destroyed in front of the entire catholic community.
The revolt that isn’t there is allegedly fueled by cartoon Cardinals who can’t do their job of challenging the clown Pope.
Lord, have mercy!
I am reflecting on the process by which a Protestant outfit dies, and even the Only Church is severely damaged. Today, on Maundy Thursday, we will see this process at work everywhere.
First is the Fear of the Lord. People are scared of hell, and behave accordingly. They might do so according to a wrong set of rules, and be more or less culpable for it; but the Fear of the Lord is there. This is, for example, the Church of England of Jane Austin's days.
At some point the fear of the Lord goes out of the window; but the buildings, the ministers, the entire apparatus remains. At this point hell isn't part of the conversation anymore. Once hell is not feared, being good is not anymore obedience to God, but a sugary feeling of being good because one is so beautiful. The Church of England becomes the Church of Social Justice or, more broadly, the Church of Feeling Beautiful.
This is a slippery slope, though, and this desire of feeling beautiful will, after a while, not tolerate any encumbrance or obstacle. Why would one, say, condemn perversion? Because a) it's disgusting to God and b) it's disgusting to us. But once the fear of the Lord is gone a) is out of the window, and once feeling beautiful is the moral imperative this will require willingly ignoring the disgust for perversion, covering its stench with a bigger dose of the new parfume, “Tolerance No 5”. In time, the parfume will be used in such doses that perversion will be forgotten altogether, helped by a new vocabulary (“gay”) and a new moral code (“inclusion”).
At this point even the Church of Social Justice is clearly obsolete, and the Church of Feeling Beautiful has taken over. Every mention of God is now either avoided, or inserted into a completely deformed, actually perverted context: God is now the Great Master Parfumier In The Sky, who encourages and inspires us to choke more and more in the pungent smell of Tolerance No 5, so that we may lose every conscience of the stink surrounding us.
This is now a process common to both the false churches and the Only One. Francis and a good part of the hierarchy openly peddle Tolerance No 5 to the masses exactly as an homosexual Anglican wannabe priest would. The Barque of Peter is completed invaded by it. I smell the stink as I write this, and I know that this evening the Evil Clown will go around spreading it with a huge vaporiser, his message amplified worldwide by willing and interested (though less and less so) media.
Tolerance No 5 has already factually destroyed a lot of Protestant outfits, and has reduced the so-called Church of England in such a state that if the PM were to order, today, to just shut it down few people would notice, even fewer would complain, and after three weeks the matter would be forgotten altogether.
Tolerance No 5 will, however, never destroy the Only Church. It will damage it, sure. It might wipe it out of entire Continents, certainly. But it will never destroy it, because a good Lord has decreed that this will never happen.
We prepare ourselves for the next spraying of the sugary, disgusting fragrance, do our work everyday, and wait for the time when fresh air will enter the door of the Only Church again.
The fourth Holy Week since the Evil Clown became Pope has started, and the script can be written already now. There will be poverty rethoric, inclusive claptrap and Dalai-Lama-esque banalities galore. There will be social envy, enmity for the Chuch, and hatred for faithful Catholics. There will be an awful lot of “this is that” waffle: not hugging an illegal is being Judas, and the like.
What one notices very clearly is how easily predictable, and how outright boring, this has become. The wearing out of the novelty effect has left an old man increasingly fewer people without the Church consider worthy of any attention, perhaps remembering him here and there when no more exciting vehicle for homo or globalist propaganda can be found. In the meantime Trump builds walls, America is made great again, and Le Pen scares the Obama out of the European political establishment.
The world goes its own way, and does not stop to watch an old clown perform a routine they all know. The first time you see a street artist eating fire it attracts your attention, but at the fiftieth you don't even look. Francis is pretty much there. Minus the art.
We will see the washing of feet of strange people again, and by the fourth time it will be barely registered. We will hear heretical homilies no one wants to listen to anymore. We will see an old clown making an ass of himself on his way to hell.
The death spiral has already set in. In order to keep pleasing his rapacious ego, Frankie will have to become more and more outrageous. This in turn will make him, soon enough, predictable and boring again.
The man's antics are now just as useless than yesterday's news. Because in fact, it's all they are.
Today marks the first anniversary of the official release of the worse load of horse manure ever to come out of the backside of a Jesuit horse (or ass, as you prefer). The stink is just as strong as the first day, and it is slowly but surely expanding worldwide.
I suggest that the 8 April becomes Heresy Extermination Day; a day in which Catholics all over the words join in prayer to ask the Lord to put an end to all and sundry heresies, particularly those coming from the Vatican.
“Catholics of the world, unite!”
This little effort has maintained on several occasions that the experiences of the past 15 years have shown that it is not the job of the United States to “impose democracy” on less civilised nations. Particularly then, when the less civilised nations are, well, prevalently Muslim and therefore unlikely to behave in a civilised manner unless some strong ruler keeps the Muslim mob in check.
I have, therefore, always praised Trump’s change of policy compared to Gay Mulatto concerning Syria. If you ask me, our card in the region is the Government, not any group of Islamic present or future fundamentalist (note to the reader: whenever a Muslim government is in power, sooner or later fanatic Islamists seize control of it. Therefore, the allegedly “moderate” Muslims of today are the troublemakers of tomorrow).
However, this does not mean that Assad can do whatever he wants. He must understand that his freedom to be a bastard is limited to internal matters of his. No one expects him to be a retiring wallflower, but it is clear that if he resorts to a) genocide or b) chemical weapons then this is something that cannot be tolerated. The only remaining superpower has the means, and I would add a moral duty, to act on this whenever reasonably feasible.
It is, therefore, not true that Trump has changed his policy on Syria. Firstly, because he hasn’t (the American Government has still chosen Assad’s government to retake control of Syria and put an end to the war). Secondly, because a new situation required an appropriate reaction.
Notice the intelligence of the guy: 1) He shows Assad that the fact that the POTUS wants his regime to survive does not mean he is free to do what he wants; 2) He kicks him in the balls, but does not cut his regime’s throat; 3) He clearly indicates that Assad’s regime will be helped to win the conflict, but Assad himself will have to make place – before or after dying – to a more reliable bastard; 4) He looks good. Yep, he just looks damn good in front of the entire Western world after 8 years of LGBT presidential effeminacy; 5) He gives a kick in the backside to all those Libtards who maintain he is in bed with Putin. And yes, let them say this is all a ruse. They will look even more lunatic than they do already. 6) Dulcis in fundo, he sends a very strong signal to Iran, China and North Korea: there is a new sheriff in town, and woe to the one who think he can mess with him.
If I were a US taxpayer I would not want my money and the life of US soldiers to be wasted on useless attempts to teach Muslims to avoid massacring each other, which is and will remain their favourite sport. But I would still want this money and those lives to be used to avoid genocides and use of weapons of mass destruction, and – not a bit less important – to be used to have reliable bastards in power in all places that counts. Ubi honor, ibi onus.
Lastly, the matter of Assad’s responsibility. I do not buy the theory of the faked attack, or of the plot to oust Assad himself. I trust Trump and the US intelligence enough not to be fooled, and to act only when they are reasonably sure of what has happened. It would be counterproductive for Trump if it became known that he was deceived. Please give him some credit, the man has shown already that he is very smart. I also have a certain allergy for conspiracy theories. Conspiracy theories are the best way to persuade oneself of the contrary of what reality shows.
The simplest explanation is the most credible: Assad became cocky once reasonably sure of the US support, and thought that he could afford the attack and strengthen his position inside the regime (you will have noticed that in the Arab culture the more ruthless you are, the more you are respected).
Assad is not fit to stay in power, is all. My pint goes on his side eventually winning the conflict with Russian and American help, and on Assad being removed, or killed, at some point during or soon after the end of it.
We need useful bastards to run Muslim Countries. But they must know when the West will draw a line in the sand.
Sons of dictators, who inherited power, are rarely as smart as their fathers who took it.
The Evil Clown has now publicly praised the two FrancisBishops of Malta for releasing their notorious guidelines on sacrilegious communion.
We keep notice the same tactics here: one hushed word to the Chilean Bishop in private and a praise of the Maltese bishop in public. No answer from him to the Dubia, but the head of the CDF stating that no answer is due. Deception, confusion, hypocrisy on steroids below which is, as every intelligent mind understands, a deep desire to destroy everything Catholicism has always represented.
It astonishes me that some people keep calling this a clever master plan. It isn't. It is the stupid behaviour of a very stupid man. It is as predictable and as easy to see through as the excuse of the child found with his hands in the cookie jar. In a sane world it would not work for more than a quarter of an hour.
The reason why Francis is getting his way is not a supposed clever mind. It is the astonishing cowardice of bishops and cardinals who very well see what the man is doing and prefer to shut up in front of such an open attack to everything that is Catholic.
Francis' papacy has exposed not only the inevitable consequence of the V II nonsense. It has also exposed the astonishing weakness of the Church hierarchy, whose several thousand bishops are unable to muster any meaningful resistance to a man who would make Luther – and certainly makes Satan – proud.
It is very clear now that the once so strong Catholic hierarchy, influential and feared by local politicians almost everywhere, has been hollowed from the inside for more than fifty years; leaving little more than a skeleton, a fragile house of card unable to withstand even the open, public proclamation of heresy and praise of sacrilege from her very top. Whilst the Church is and remain indefectible and it will never be wiped out of the earth, this is a barque that is now rotten in every plank, and keeps floating only because of Divine assistance.
In the battle between stupidity and cowardice, the evident stupidity of Francis is being clearly surpassed by the astonishing stupidity of our shepherds.
May they get, all of them, the treatment they have deserved when they die.
Today, a “service of hope” took place in Westminster to commemorate the victims of the recent terror act perpetrated, what a surprise, by
Christians Hindus Buddhists (cough) Muslims.
The news were at pain to describe the event “service of hope”, though I am not really clear about what this actually means.
If you believe in God, of course you have hope that you might save your backside in the end. But then why not call this “memorial service” (interfaith, of course; modern Brits are very embarrassed of their Christian heritage)?
Perhaps the hope is that the world may one day be free of (insert years your favourite problem: terrorism, racism, hunger, violence, etc.). Well, I have news for you: it's not going to happen. Fallen humans will keep behaving like fallen humans, and only someone who does not believe in Original Sin can “hope” otherwise.
Then there is the question of which “hope” atheists may have. If there is no afterlife, the victims of the attack were simply screwed in the way you screw ants when you wash your patio with the pressure washer. They were in the wrong place. We are so awfully sorry for the loss, but hey, they are now dust, gone, with no feelings or memory, food for worm in due time, and no rhyme or reason in their death, which is – in this perspective – not one bit less bleak and less absurd than their life.
It seems to me that nowadays words are used just because of the way they sound, without any thought about what they are supposed to mean.
That's how you can have a “service of hope”.
In the wake of the terror attack in St Petersburg, which killed eleven and injured more than fifty, you would have expected the Tour Eiffel, the Brandenburger Tor and all the usual feel-good monuments to be lighted with the colours of the Russian flag as happened for other Countries in other feel-good occasions. Actually, the Brandenburger Tor was even lighted in rainbow colours after the massacre of sodomites perpetrated by, actually, one of them (and Muslim to boot).
Alas, nothing of the sort has happened this time, and the usual oh so diverse European Governments have avoided any feel-good public gesture in support of the Russian people.
This clearly goes to show that such gestures are not made out of respect for the victims, but merely to push an ideology: the one-world, perverted, touchy-feely Western society based on slow self-destruction, tolerance for abomination and the tale of the “good Islam” unfortunately misrepresented by … his most orthodox and ardent followers.
No, we aren't St Peterburg. We are French, perverts, blasphemers, Turks.
We are just never Christians.
The link on the Remnant does not open, but it is clear John Vennari has died.
“Well done, good and faithful servant” comes to mind.
A beautiful life goes to a well-prepared end after fighting for Truth to the end. What a great blessing for him, and what a great blessing his work was for us.
May the Lord allow your humble correspondent and every one of his readers to die, if not after a life so well spent as Mr Vennari's, at least having been made worthy of Purgatory.
It pains me to read around of the devastation that Francis is causing, and of the feeling some have that all is useless because Amoris Laetitia will inevitably metastasise (I agree with that, though) and we have already entered an age of unprecedented confusion and de facto schism from inside the Church.
Whenever such thoughts assault me, I reflect on the following:
- The Church is not a photography of those alive in 2017. It is a community of believers spanning 2000 years. Francis and his ilk are not even on the radar screen. You are not only right, but you are with the vast majority.
- If you think these times apocalyptic, you need to read history more. We live in a time of unprecedented peace and wealth, which inter alia means that you can comfortably access two thousand years of Catholic wisdom and digest them from the comfort of your couch. Francis is absolutely powerless against Truth so easily accessed. Never has it been so comfortable to work on your salvation. Francis cannot deceive anyone. He will merely provide an excuse to those who want to be deceived. If you told me that you would prefer to live in the time of the Black Plague but with an orthodox Pope I would not believe you. Actually, I would consider you an armchair warrior with a great penchant for whining from a very high level of comfort, and not knowing what he is talking about.
- Yes, the devil is tempting you. He always does. One generation is tempted to lose the faith because of a huge pestilence; another because of so many young men who died in the trenches; a third one because of an open schism with two or three pretenders to the papal throne; and a fourth one, because an Evil Clown is the Pope. The devil's ways are different. The intention is always the same, and is the real unchangeable story in the history of humanity. Nihil sub sole novi.
The Lord in His Goodness has decreed that our generation should be punished with the metastasis of the cancer of V II. We endure the chemo without questioning His wisdom. We submit to His will and make the best of the time given to us. We know this for an absolute certainty: that the means of salvation are given to everyone of us irrespective of how disgraceful Francis or any of his successors may become.
You don't need a Catholic Pope to save your soul. You don't even need the approval of the astonishingly tiny minority – compared with 2000 years of Catholic Church – of 2017 FrancisCatholics. You are not alone. Actually, almost everyone – and absolutely every single one who was right these last twenty Centuries – is on your side.
Francis is a cancer, but neither the Church nor your faith can die of it. Sixty-five generations of Catholics in heaven look at you and approve.
What do you care about Francis' insults.
I read in a horrible fake Catholic magazine (and therefore, no link) that if several among the highest-profile US Bishops and cardinals were to make some grand gesture in favour of illegal immigration, they might control the narrative for some 24-48 hours, thus allowing most Catholics to know where they stand on this very crucial matter.
All this is very moving, and as I speak I have a furry polar bear cub and an extremely cuddly baby seal near me, and sharing my commotion. oh, how good-hearted we feel!
However, the reality on the ground is that:
- There is nothing in Catholic doctrine that says a bishop, or any Catholic, should promote, endorse or aid and abet illegality (try the latter as “grand gesture”, bishops! No oranges from me when you are in jail!).
- It is not unlikely that an awful lot of Catholics (perhap smore than 50% of those who voted) have voted for Trump.
- It is fairly sure that White Catholics have supported Trump in their majority, and again it is very fair to assume that these provide the biggest chunk of the donations.
It follows from this that if the Bishops managed to have all American Catholics accurately informed about their stance on illegal immigration this would not help them a bit to “convert” their sheep. Rather, it would have the effect of the sheep finally realising what obscene bunch of (effeminate) social justice warriors they have as shepherds, and cutting their donation as a result.
It would be nice to see all those V II churches have to ask leftist, abortionists, and assorted perverts for financial help in order to avoid closing. And closing is what the Social Justice Church of V II deserves, until the utter failure of this depraved generation becomes so apparent that the pendulum starts swinging in the other direction and something gets done. For the avoidance of doubt, I support every action with which the U.S. Bishops help the faithful to understand what scoundrels they are. Oportet ut scandala eveniant, and all that….
Dear US reader, please don’t give any money to any diocese with even a whiff of approval of illegal immigration. Direct your donations to the SSPX, FSSP or other organisation without any trace of SJW mentality in them instead.
Starve Archbishop Gomez, cardinal O’Malley and all their ilk.
Make the Church great again!
[EDIT: APRIL FOOL’S DAY/ APRIL’S FISH!!!]
When, yesterday, the news broke that Archbishop Paglia has officially “outed” himself as a homo, no one was really surprised. Like “Tucho” Fernandez and James Martin, Archbishop Paglia reeks of sexual perversion like Francis reeks of heresy. Paglia is also behind the clearly “homoerotic” church painting he himself commissioned; a work from a fag painter who found the way to introduce, with Paglia’s consent, several obvious references to homosexuality. In addition (and I quote)
Under the supervision of Paglia, [the fag artist] painted the bishop himself in one of the “erotic” nets, semi-nude and clutching a bearded man wearing nothing but a loose loincloth.
The Archbishop’s announcement is therefore no news for everyone who has eyes to see and a brain to think, and is not trying to die of Extreme Pollyanning.
However, the sudden announcement of the Archbishop that not only he is a homo, but in a relationship with a cook of the papal kitchen makes the situation even more scandalous – I would say, with Sir Humphrey, scandalous in an “officially official” way -.
Priests are not allowed to be homos. Much less are they allowed to be practicing sodomites. What is Francis going to do now?
Is He going to simply ignore the scandal like he has been ignoring his living under the very roof administered by Monsignor Ricca?
Knowing Francis, I will not hold my breath. But if Francis does not act soon this will be another unprecedented step in the continuing decay of the Church under the reign of the Evil Clown.
On the blog “Southern Orders” there was the usual exchange of comments about the Novus Ordo on occasion of the latest scandal (yours truly reported), when the usual Comment Sissy showed up (nickname: “anonymous”; you never know which “anonymous” is “anonymous”) and said the critics of the Novus Ordo were uncharitable, un-this, and un-that. There had been no vitriolic comments, merely a very mild sarcasm.
A good soul, nickname “Templar” (nice one, by the way) intervened with the following words:
I grew up in New York, the Priests from my parish lived exactly 7 doors down from me and our interaction with them was daily and very personal. They were mostly Irish and Italian, most cussed like sailors (refraining only from taking the Lord’s name), used acerbic wit to cut down many a sinner, and wouldn’t back down from a fight if it came to it.
Good Bye good men.
Now we have anonymous posters who wring their hands over bruised feelings, and perceived slights. What you sow is what you reap. We have raised up milquetoast Catholics. Where is the Church Militant? Where are the Warriors? Islam is burying the world through birth rate and butchery, and us Catholics are afraid of some rough language.
The poster hits the bull’s eye in a very pithy way.
We live in times of such unmanliness that by every exchange of opinion that reaches the level of more than mild disapprobation someone – the Comment Sissy; they are everywhere – feels the need to intervene and say how “disparaging” and insensitive other people are.
In former times, such people would have been invited to go play with their dolls; nowadays, the Comment Sissy is socially accepted, and thinks he has firmly taken the moral high ground; it is like a pervert game of political correctness, in which the first one crying “disparaging” has won. I don’t need to tell you that Comment Sissy loves to comment on this blog, though you never get to read him.
This degeneration is everywhere: in the blog comments, in the Internet forum, in the office, at the pub, with the neighbours. An entire civilisation is being made effeminate by this flipping obsession with being “sensitive”. In turn, the word police uses this to avoid the ugly truths being said. We are truly raising a generation of sensitive females with a willie. Thank Goodness there are no real Commies around anymore (only the fake ones), but I wonder how these sensitive sissies would fare if confronted with, say, a serious Islamic threat.
Confront this, if you please, with the past age so well described by “Templar”: an age in which even priests would be harsh without giving scandal, because society was more interested in truth than in sissifying itself; and if a priest had a robust emotional life, well, so be it.
Oh for a world where men can be men, and priests are seen and recognised as men rather than the sissified non-entities we see so often around us.
Manly priests lead to vocations. Sissified priests lead to child abuse law suits.
Next time you see a manly priest, find a way to show him your appreciation for his authentic – that is: manly – priesthood.
As to this blog, I can confidently promise you it will remain free of comment sissies.