Monthly Archives: September 2017
The Evil Clown unceasing complains about social inequalities. It might be good to give him a much-needed lesson in basic Christianity.
There is no “equality” in Paradise. Even saints are very different to each other in their degree of saintliness. They consequently enjoy the Beatific Vision in different ways according to the spiritual condition in which they were when they died; a condition that cannot be changed after death. Where the tree falls, there it remains.
Yes, Jorge dear: there are saints who are “more saints” and saints who are “less saints” in Paradise, because God wants it so. God is, as you should know, not “egalitarian” at all.
If, therefore, it is established that infinite goods like the Beatific Vision are given in different measure to different people, how can it be of any real relevance that the infinitely less important – and, sub specie aeternitatis, infinitely unimportant – material goods are allotted to us in extremely different ways?
You would think Francis would know this, and in fact I am entirely sure that he does. The problem is that he does not believe it. Only one who does not believe in heaven and hell, only one who does not believe in God can think that the most important thing in life is to provide for “equality” of any sort. Mind, even an Atheist can disagree with this; but, importantly, no one who believes in God can agree with it.
Francis obsession with inequality is brutal evidence of his complete lack of faith in God, who pushes and decrees inequality in matters if infinite value. Egalitarianism is sheer atheism. Communism is just a variation of it.
This Pope is an enemy of the Faith. He despises it possibly more than Marx and Engels did, then I wonder whether Marx and Engels themselves went around unceasingly berating, insulting, despising pious Chritians or pious Catholics.
This Pope is utter and complete rubbish. He is Satan's Number One Tool (and a tool he certainly is).
It is necessary that every Catholic interested in his salvation considers him pure poison and a daily danger to his and his beloved ones' salvation. The man is, being Pope, worse poison than Marx and Engels.
Inequality is in everything: our looks, our brains, our finances, our graces.
God wants it so.
What a stupid, petty, faithless, communist Pope we have.
And it came to pass that Hugh Hefner was buried in the tomb near Marilyn Monroe, in a place bought at great expense many years ago.
The man justified the purchase, it appears, saying that the price was a bargain for the opportunity to stay near Marilyn Monroe in eternity.
I am afraid there was no need to pay.
Monroe died, if memory serves, of more or less alcohol-fuelled suicide, after a life spent taking care of male genitals to progress her career (a fact of which we are informed from her very letters to a female friend) and sleeping with at least one very powerful, married man (and his brother) when the great success was, at such greatly disgusting cost, achieved. No sign of conversion left and right.
Hefner clearly pushed an entirely anti-Christian agenda for all his very long life; not presenting himself as a man with the weaknesses of men, but as an ideological, programmatic, very lucid sinner: a liberator of people (of both sexes) from the constraints of an oppressive society. The huge promiscuity and even creeping polygamy that went on in that house for years is here mentioned only en passant. No sign of conversion whatsoever here, too.
One can, therefore, consider it highly probable that the two will, in fact, have to spend an entire eternity in each other's company.
However, I doubt it will be nearly as much fun as Hefner's extremely lavish (to say the least) parties.
The Filial Correction has already blown in the air Francis' reputation like he's one of those Muslim terrorists he so loves to help.
However, the man is still operative and able, as long as he lives, to inflict more damage on Catholics. It is, therefore, fitting to see what the next moves might be.
The first is that the Wet Kitten, humiliated by the reaction of the laity in front of their silence, decide to grow something vaguely resembling a pair and to make their own – this time, fraternal, as they are bishops – correction. It would not scare Francis much as it would be done by people who have given abundant show of cowardice, but you never know what can happen. The ways of the Lord and all that.
The second is that the lay scholars declare, after a while, Pope Francis pertinacious in his heresies, and invite the bishops to depose him. Which won't happen, but will be another set of massive nails in the coffin of this Pontificate.
In both cases we would see Francis not only further entrenched in his homoerotic corner – together with the likes of Rosica, Martin and The “Tucho” Fernandez guy – but less and less able to steer the barque towards the rocks, as at this point the risk of the damn breaking suddenly in fall of Berlin Wall style would be too big and even his prostituted German Cardinals would ask him to stand back, or perhaps even step back.
We need to keep the attention focused on the Correction and to keep demanding of our castrated shepherds that they start doing their job already.
Hope, pray, don't worry, and keep up the pressure.
(From a “Breitbart” commenter)
Hugh Hefner has died.
I bet he wasn't as stiff in a long time.
A faithless, envious, proto-Communist old man is made Pope.
His papacy becomes a rapid succession of half-heretical statements and wink-wink to the wordly society whose approval he seeks.
After three years, the most astonishing papal document is released. He is the first Pope who refuses to clarify the content of a document he has written himself.
As confusion increases he is, again, the first Pope in 700 years to be officially rebuked by lay scholars for his objective support to heresy. He still does nothing but rant against Catholic in a more and more did ordinate way.
The church hierarchy is silent, in the most astonishing betrayal of Christ since the time of Judas.
This is how history will judge this papacy and these bishops and cardinals.
This papacy is done. Its reputation has imploded like a Central American military junta. It will be remembered as the Banana Republic Pontificate. It does not really matter – in the long term – for how long these buffoons will stay in power. It is now obvious that the Church has started to vomit Vatican II out of Her body, and whilst the process will be long and painful, I have no doubt it will end with a purification from the toxins of Vatican II.
Francis is the vomit of V II finally coming out of the drunken Church of the last 55 years. There is now no way the edifice of Vatican II can survive its bastard offspring. When sanity comes back, everyone will see what has caused all this: the Second Vatican Council and its work of doctrinal and liturgical demolition.
In a way, a disgrace like Francis is useful to help overcome the crisis. At least, this vomit wants out. With John Paul and Benedict the body was poisoned already, but no hope of getting rid of the toxins.
Francis and, perhaps, his successors will ruin V II so thoroughly, so completely, that the return to sanity after this crisis will be the most natural thing in the world. And if you ask me, I prefer having to go through Francis II Cupich, and then sanity, rather than through another dozen Benedicts still demolishing the church in pretty much the same way, but in slow motion, for the next who knows how many years.
Better a morning of vomiting than two weeks of drunkenness. At some point, everything will be vomited out.
Including this vomit of a pope.
Excellent news from Alabama as I woke up this morning.
The election as Republican candidate (and therefore sure winner) of Roy Moore for the Senate seat sends an extremely powerful message to the Republican establishment: Trump is not the movement.
The movement finds in Trump, on most occasions, an extremely valid representative. But Trump cannot decide how much of it he wants. The rediscovery of patriotic and religious values has now every chance of sweeping the Southern States and reinvigorate some Northern ones, changing the balance of power in both the Senate and the House in 2018. This, as the Democraps seem to have sunk into a spiral of anti-Americanism for which they are going to pay a steep price.
Trump is not the movement. Whilst politics is, as Giulio Andreotti famously said, “the art of the possible”, it is not the art of Jared and Ivanka, or Cohn and Tillerson, or Ryan and McConnell, to slowly steer Trump in a swamp-ish direction one “smart” compromise at a time.
Smart, Trump certainly is. It can be that he endorsed Strange in exchange for Establishment Republican support on other matters like the tax reform. But it was still wrong to support an establishment candidate, and it is still true that the message has come loud and clear: Trump will not be able to tell the grassroots what to do with the movement, or decide about the doses of the medicine.
Did he foresee, and even desire, the result? Maybe, maybe not. He is smart enough to accept a seeming defeat for advantages of various kind, both in the short and long term. But he is not smart enough to avoid many of his voters doubting his motives on DACA or illegal immigration in general, or asking why on earth Jaranka is not asked to pack and go back to New York, sharpish.
You can flip it as you want, but a fact remains: Trump has been taught a lesson by the movement he has so brilliantly brought to success. Bannon, Palin, Farage all supported Moore. They will keep supporting good candidates in 2018 in both Senate and House racing, whether Trump likes them or not. They will sway a number of races in the right direction, sending to Washington a troop of valiant soldiers whose loyalty to the King lies in being more Royalist than the King, because what they most care for is the Kingdom. The movement is Sessions and Bannon, Palin and Gorka, Moore and, yes, Farage. Trump is its hero and spearhead, but he is not its helmsman.
It started with Brexit. It did not finish with Trump's election.
Firstly, let us make one thing clear: the Filial Correction is an initiative of the laity, to which some priests and bishops have given their support. If any group of Cardinals were to also lend their support, the character of the initiative would unavoidably switch to the one of a fraternal (not filial) correction.
1. No bishop or Cardinal is still exempted from giving support to the petition (though he might say that he does not want to sign it in order not to put in the shade the character of the document: a righteous reaction of the laity in front of the heresies of the Pope and the silence of the church hierarchies).
2. It must be clear to everyone that it is only the unjustifiable silence of the clergy that caused this initiative in the first place. If our bishops and cardinals had done their job starting in April 2016, there would have been no need of any filial correction in the fist place.
I find it, therefore, not credible to theorise that this is a sort of 3D chess exercise, in which the same people who were cowardly silent for one year and a half would concoct an elaborate strategy based on them not doing their job, the laity doing their job for them and they finally intervening when even my cat has understood what useless tool they are.
The Cardinals have been caught sleeping or, rather, trembling.
This initiative might now force them to grow whatever pair they are still able to grow. But make no mistake: the filial correction is the fruit of unprecedented treason of our shepherds, and no 3D chess excuses will be tolerated or accepted.
I have often considered Bishop Fellay more than a tad too diplomatic for my taste. There were some statements, before the (once again) expected reconciliation, that sounded frankly alarming. I have written about this with the usual openness. I have also written, on one occasion, that after the end (once again) of the talks it might have been worthwhile for the SSPX to think about a different future guide, one less prone to cause fears in the many SSPX supporters that a sellout in instalments might be taking place.
I am, therefore, very pleased to report Bishop Fellay's very undiplomatic initiative: the request to sign the Filial Correction upon knowing of its existence (that is: after the document had been delivered to Casa Sanctae Marthae).
We all know that the SSPX had already cast what is still the harshest rebuke of Pope Francis from a high-ranking prelate: “Modernist through and through”. However, this was years ago and before the at times eyebrow-raising interviews from Bishop Fellay. It is, therefore, beautiful to see the Bishop return to form and add his support to this great, historic document.
This might be the end of the beginning. This might be the beginning of the real beginning. What this most certainly is is a reaction that will live in the centuries and be a witness to future generations that whilst the almost entire clergy was silent or scared or meowing, the best of the laity and some courageous priests and bishops were men enough to call a heresy a heresy.
It's good to have the SSPX in the front line.
Those who don't like them would not have fought any battle anyway.
The Filial Correction is interesting in many ways.
One of them is the way the signatories put themselves in front of this frankly unbelievably disastrous papacy.
They do not leave any doubt about who is the reigning Pope. Not Benedict, or no one. The Pope is Francis. The Filial Correction exists exactly because Francis is Pope. They even go as far as to say that – bad as the man is, I add – the charisms of the role continue unabated, including the power to authoritatively bind the Church. A power which, they make clear, the Pope has not exercised in Amoris Laetitia.
(Mind: if the Pope were to get up one morning and pretend to exercise his infallibility in a way that contradicts what the Church has always believed we would not have a case of exercise of this power, but a case of formal heresy and relative sede vacante).
The Filial Correction does mention that Francis has created such a confusion that some even doubt that Francis is the Pope. But they don't. Nor do they ask for, say, Benedict's abdication from his title of “Pontiff Emeritus” and the return to his role of simple bishop (not cardinal; a Pope ceases to be a cardinal upon election, but he never ceases to be a bishop).
Francis is the reigning Pope. This is the reality under the sun. This reality the signatories acknowledge. So much so, that they react to this astonishingly bad, and very real, situation with the Filial Correction.
Francis is Pope. A true mess of a Pope, and a minion of Satan no doubt.
But Pope he is still is.
The Holy Ghost never promised us we would not get a bastard as a Pope. We have abundantly deserved one with 50 years of Aggiornamento, and we are now shown what our insolence and rebellion leads to.
We, collectively speaking, made this bed. We will, then, have to lie in it for as long as the Lord commands.
Some people truly are not to be helped.
They complain – faintly, lest they happen to appear too Catholic – about Francis' antics. But do they want a solution? No. What they want is what they do best: whine and do nothing. They are the professional losers of all times : no guts, no heart, and no brain. Big whine, though.
A gift from Providence was given to us in the form of the Filial Correction, and do you think the Eternal Losers are happy? 'Course not!
Being lazy asses, they do not conceive of having to fight for something. They think and expect that solutions simply fall on their lap. This cowardice and laziness is conveniently hidden behind a very thin veneer of fake piety. “The only thing we can do is pray”, say the one who has no guts to act. “This will not obtain any result”, say the one who expects that results just happen out of nothing. “This will damage Cardinal Burke's work”, say the one eternally happy with professional doing-nothing.
Boy, what a bunch of spineless, lazy losers. They can't even be bothered to support excellent work already done for the good of their own salvation! It is, clearly, too much to ask this bunch of invertebrates to take a principled stand, once in their lifetime, risking (horribile dictu!) disagreement with other people and to appear … Rigid!!
These people are the NeverTrumpers of Catholicism.
It is good that the authors and signatories of the Filial Correction knew all this was coming, and that they would be met by the whining and whinging of the eternal, lazy cowards and losers.
But they also knew, I am sure, that there would be an awful lot of bloggers, commenters, simple people, mothers and fathers, for whom fear of the Lord comes before fear of conflict. They will keep the volume very loud on this beautiful, historic document, and will not allow Francis and his minions to ignore it without inflicting further damage to his already bombed papacy.
One day, when the battle is won, the Eternal Losers will be the first to tell you how much they supported everything the others did. But you read their comments now, on Father Z's blog and elsewhere, and you know that they have always been, and always will be, the lazy, comfortable, cowardly helpers of Francis they are now.
The battle lines have been drawn. There is no place for tepid whining now. They are with the Filial Correction and Christ, or with Francis and Satan.
The true Catholics have only one thing to do: stand to attention before Christ and cry:
The bomb which has exploded yesterday can do an awful lot to contain the tidal wave of Francis' heresies.
The effect for the posterity is already assured: in one thousand years, church historians and theologians will write about it. There is no Francis can recover unless by full retractation, which he will obviously not do.
The effect for our situation will depend on the resonance of this initiative. You can do your bit by emailing the correction to your friends and family, and giving it ample publicity elsewhere.
It is necessary that this correction becomes the talk of the town if we want its effect to be felt in our everyday life. As it has happened with Catholic blogging at large, at some point even the MSM will have to inform about this. Then the world will stun, observing the ruins of a totally discredited Papacy. Not, mind, of the Papacy as an institution, but of this particular Papacy as carried out by a heretical ass.
Spread the word. Mail around. Share and tweet at your heart's content.
After reading The terrifying report published yesterday about the practices of sodomites and their consequences, a simple thought came to my mind.
If I were Pope, I would get the Father Martins of the world – the list is long both inside and outside of the Vatican – and a number of bishops and cardinals around the world (McElroy and Cupich immediately come to mind; I would add Woelki and Marx to the mix, and Kasper too) and have their rectum carefully visited by doctors above suspicion.
It would be a very fast way to expose and uproot great part of the “gay Mafia”.
Yet they say, The LORD shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye be wise?
He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
Psalm 94: 7-10.
Today is a good day. Nay, it is a historic one.
A filial correction on the account of the propagation of heresies, dated 16th July, was (and I quote) “delivered to the Roman Pontiff Pope Francis at his Residence in Domus Sanctae Marthae, at the Vatican, on August 11th, 2017″.
This is an important step in the recovery of sanity, as – after a scandalous silence, interspersed by some faint meowing, all this time – a number of reputed lay scholars, theologians and clergymen have formally accused the Pope of propagating heresy.
Yes, you read well: Francis has just joined John XXII in the very exclusive club of Popes accused of spreading heresy by Catholic theologians.
First admission in almost 700 years. Congratulations, Your Unholiness.
Bishop Fellay has signed. Bishop Gracida, the emeritus of Corpus Christi, Texas has signed, too. New signatures are being added.
Reading the document, it is obvious that the signatories do not think they will manage to have Francis retract or be deposed (though you never know where things can get when people start to say what everyone thinks and sanity demands).
What they are clearly doing is what yours truly has been advocating from this space since the start of this mess: destroy the credibility of this papacy for both the current and the future generations and expose the Pope for what he is: a man willingly spreading heresy.
The document accuses Francis of heresy in seven points. Not – important – because there are only seven heretical statements or issues in Fornicationis Laetitia; but because, concerning those seven points, Francis has demonstrably publicly spoken in a way that clearly supports the heretical reading of the document.
This document is very important, because it is a first since 1333. Incidentally, it will cure the one or other from their at this point utterly inexcusable notions about Papolatry.
Where are the Cardinals? What will cardinal Burke do? Will he tell us that we are naughty for doubting the intentions of the Pope? Will he tell us and the other faithful Catholics that we are “dividing the Church”?
This declaration will separate the wheat from the chaff. I am not saying that it can be demanded that every good priest signs it, but every bishop who does not sign it has lost every credibility in my eyes, starting from Bishop Schneider whose signature is now justifiably expected.
The prominent Signatories are being collected here.
Several of them are simple priests, now facing probable persecution. My admiration and prayers go to Father Hunwicke and the other courageous priests who have signed. Pray for them, that the Lord may give them strength and resolve when the reprisal comes.
As to the Cardinals, the Correction exposes them once again as a bunch of cowardly kitten, starting from the oh so courageously meowing Burke and Brandmueller.
On the day where a historical step was announced, not undertaken since 1333, the Dubia Cardinals who are still alive were exactly where they have been since April of last year: nowhere.
There will be a lot to write about this in the following day. It truly, truly made my day and I hope it will make yours, too.
Please do not embarrass yourself asking “what the use of this will be” or any such nonsense. Catholicism, fear of the Lord, sanity and respect for Catholics of all generations past, present and future demand that a heretical Pope be exposed as such. This is the beginning and the end of it. Let God, not you, decide the practical results. We care for truth first, practical results second.
Also, kindly do not test my already short patience fearing a “schism”. If for you the spread of heresy heresy is preferable to calling out a heretic you are part of a schism already; but a much more dangerous than the old ones because moving from inside the Church.
I go to sleep now. I will not be able to deal extensively with this for a day or so. There will be further posts on the matter. What a day.
This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Let us make sure Francis does not forget this day, too.
Via the always interesting (even if not always agreed with) Barnhardt blog, a shocking story about the real world of sodomy; courtesy of Joseph Sciambra, a former sodomite willing to expose the astonishingly sordid world of those people whom the world calls, utterly madly, “gay”.
Some preliminary considerations are in order. Whilst I do not doubt Mr Sciambra’s good faith and sincere repentance, I must warn my readers that they are not reading an orthodox Catholic. The word “gay” is used profusely – not in the sense of the dictionary -, and the subtext of the story is an attempt of explanation of “what made him do it” which has only one answer: Satan. Whilst Mr Sciambra reaches the same conclusion in the end as also showed by his comments and other writings, do not expect the same clarity of thinking and writing you find in Catholic blogs.
And now to the matter itself.
I obviously leave it to you whether you want to follow the link and immerse yourself in the description of the – literally – hell on earth lived by those people. The warning I give you is that the most disgusting thing I had ever heard about these people until now – the hospitals in London receiving every day dozen of perverts with things stuck in their rectum, things they cannot take away anymore – literally pales in comparison to the utter filth, depravity, de-humanised and satanical dirt, disease, self-hurt of all sorts going on in the life of what appears to be a fairly “average” – as the world nowadays says – “gay man”.
It is a scale of depravity I could not even imagine, and I think it a blessing that I do not know many of the medical terms or diseases described and was, therefore, spared from the most disturbing imagery. The comments at the end of the post – and the many references throughout the text of the many other people having the same medical issues, and therefore the same practices, as the author – will also leave you in no doubt that this is not an “extreme” situation, at all.
Still, I think that you should read this. It will never go away, and it will provide you with much stronger ammunition next time you hear your relatives or acquaintances talk about “the gays” as if it was something so very normal and “in” today.
It is time that the utter filth of this satanic perversion is showed to the world for what it is, rather than as the kind of “parallel normalcy” the BBC et alia want you to believe.
Let’s take sanity back: for the love of God, for our generation, and for the following ones.
I was always disgusted by sodomy at a normal, sane, common sense level. But even I would have never imagined that the filth would ever reach anywhere near the level of which I have read in the linked text.
The stupid West must know the truth; and, with God’s grace, the truth will set it free.
With his most recent piece of rubbish, that “doctrine does not come before mercy”, Francis has once again showed what an ignorant ass he is.
Of course doctrine comes before mercy. Doctrine tells us what (real) mercy is, how it is recognised, and how it is properly exercised.
To admit that there be a mercy that does not depend on doctrine is tantamount to say that everyone can define mercy his own way, and put it in contrast with doctrine. This is, then, exactly like saying that everyone can make his own religion as he goes along, which is what this cretin is doing.
Catholicism is based on immutable truths, not feelings. We instruct ourselves in the proper way of understanding truth. Doctrine is nothing more than taught truth. Everything is understood in its light, because everything is understood in the light of that immutable truth which doctrine, as the word itself says, teaches. Doctrine, not Mercy, tells me what the place of properly intended mercy is. It tells me, in fact, what is real and false mercy.
What an embarrassingly ignorant, stupid pope we have.
After “Faggotgate”, and the ruckus following the disinvitation of Sister Jeanine Martin, Society of Faggots, from several speaking engagements, I knew the usual fake conservative, middle of the wrong road, allegedly reasonable voices would speak up. “Do not quarrel, children!”, and the like.
It allows them to look good on the cheap, you know.
We live in a time of conflict, and this conflict requires each and everyone of us to take side and say whether we side with Christ or Satan. There can be no neutrality between Father Martin and Father Zuhlsdorf, nor is silence an acceptable option. One must say where he stands on the issue, and on such issue no one, not even my cat, can sit on the fence and feign,mor profess, neutrality.
The milquetoast side of Catholic blogging keeps thinking that niceness is a sort of absolute value. It isn't. Niceness is a “nice to have” and nothing more. If you read the Gospel, Christ's words emerge as brutally frank on so many occasions that it is impossible to think he would allow niceness to stand anywhere in the way of Truth.
Nor is the conflict now openly lacerating the Church in need of any niceness. The enemy must be defeated, not be treated nicely.
Throw at them your anger and your mocking. Cover them in ridicule. Expose them in any way you can.
Forget niceness. This is no tea at the vicarage, and most certainly no time for niceness.
When you die you will not be judged according to how nice you were. You will be judged according to where you died one of Father Z ones, or one of those of Father James “Liberace” Martin, Society of Fags.
And there is no place in the middle whatsoever.
In the desperate situation in which we find ourselves today – marked, mark my words, not only by a heretical Pope, but by universal cowardice and acquiescence from the Cardinals and almost all Bishops – one may legitimately wonder how we will ever be able to have a Catholic Pope again. More and more Francis Cardinals, and the cowardice of those who were there already, should, if the Church were not the Barque of Peter, certainly spell her end and cause her to go the way of the Methodists and Quackers.
However, for God nothing is impossible. Trusting in His promise of Indefectibility, I will try to imagine some of the ways in which He will, when the appointed time has come, right the Barque again.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!). Evil FrancisCardinals want to continue the way of the Francis, but want a smarter guy to do it. They elect a smarter version of Bergoglio. He takes the name Francis II, and many think that all is lost. God converts him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!) and we see another Revolt of the Kitten like at the first Synod. Cardinals are terrified of another Francis and decide to go back to the old ways, electing another Ratzinger or JP II guy. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!) and the Cardinals elect a guy like Sixtus V: allegedly old, frail, innocuous, manipulable, and not around for long. The man turns out to be like the real Sixtus V: strong, energetic, fearless, and pretending to be frail, innocuous and about to depart this vale of tears to get a chance at the office.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!). God works on the Cardinals to let them elect a Pope that puts an end to creeping Schism and elect a strong guy able to get order, like John Paul I was believed to be after the weak Paul VI. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
- Francis dies (please, Lord!), and God sends to the Cardinals in conclave the most atrocious nightmares about hell. They talk nonsense to each other during the day and are terrified at night, but no one tells the others because they are ashamed of it. Suddenly they converge on a man who is terrified himself. God finishes to convert him to Catholicism.
This is just a short reflection to bring a smile to your face. In the end, God can do everything, and when He in His wisdom has decided that we have been punished for long enough He will set things right.
We, the faithful, do what the name says: we remain faithful to the faith of our fathers, and wish Francis and his minions a speedy departure from this vale of tears and the destination God has already appointed for them.
Now four and a half years in his Pontificate, Pope Francis has irreparably ruined his reputation and legacy, sinking in a pit of moral relativism, outright assorted heresies and social activism with a strong Communist streak from which he will never be able to emerge. You see this, well, everywhere, with only the usual suspects still cheerleading for a man who is becoming more embarrassing by the day.
The Correction, if seriously made, would have nuked this papacy. But even without it the failure is staggering. If even three years ago you would find a minority of voices criticising Francis, the Catholic Resistance movement has now become so massive that even the notoriously lethargic and disconnected FrancisChurch PR machinery acknowledges, in so many words, that they have lost the war for the hearts and minds of the average Catholic. What they have is the adulterers, the homosexuals, the atheists, the leftists of all sorts, and some Muslims.
On noticing that the message was causing widespread resistance, a smarter guy would have toned down the rhetoric a lot, being content to only disseminate an error here and there amidst many episodes of orthodoxy.
Francis is, sadly for him and luckily for us, not a smart guy. He is stubborn, petty, childish and, most of all, stupid. Therefore, as he saw his Pontificate deflate like a soufflé gone wrong he did not put his foot on the brake, but on the gas pedal, showing the typical attitude of the three-years-old who wants to impose new ball game rules on his companions because he has the ball.
Interview followed interview. Outrage followed outrage. Insult followed insult. Heresy followed heresy. As Francis saw his initial patrimony of good will evaporate he reacted like an idiotic child would: more logorrhoea, more outrage, more insults, more heresy.
Well done, Evil Clown! You have managed to let even the slow-witted understand what an enemy of Christ you are.
I am afraid we might not be so happy with the next V II job holder. But one can always hope that after this unmitigated disaster the Cardinals will be inspired to go with a safer pair of hand; and, by God's grace and a bit of conversion, this one might prove a pleasant surprise in the end.
It will soon be one year. Not, mind, one year from the infamous publication of the infamous Fornicationis Laetitia. No. One year from an extremely belated request of “clarification” in the form of “Dubia”. An instrument which, weak as it was, would have been sufficient to unleash hell around Pope Francis' pontificate, if the barking had been followed by the biting. As it turned out, and as I write this, the marbles for it were and are just not there.
The faint meowing of the Dubia was followed by… nothing.
And more nothing.
At some point, some more meowing was made public, with the Cardinals (at that point all of them alive) asking a heretical Pope why oh why he does not receive them to allow them to respectfully discuss his heresy. Truly, these people make the first, pre-Gandalf Theoden look like a fearless warrior.
At this point, it is anyone's guess whether something resembling a censure of the Pope will be ever published at all by the two surviving kitten (two of them have gone to their judgment without acting; may the Lord have mercy on their souls).
My take is that at some point we will get – when the two surviving Cardinals have gathered the necessary courage – nothing more than an explanation of what the Church teaches, without any censure of or warning to the Pope, and without any demand that he puts an end to this confusion.
This would be a very little improvement on the total catastrophe of total silence; but would still fall well short of what is required: the denunciation of the paper as heretic, and the warning that the Pope will be declared such unless he recants.
If I want to know what the Church teaches concerning marriage I do not need Cardinal Burke or Brandmüller. The teaching is universally known. What is necessary is the open condemnation of a document going frontally against it, and – if the man does not backpedal – of the man who answers for the document.
Everything else would be very faint meowing, only able to satisfy the most childish Pollyannas.
Count me out, please.
The so-called Deuterocanonical Books are seven books of the Old Testament which were not originally written in Hebraic, but in Greek. However, they were considered by the Jews themselves to be part of the body of Sacred Scripture. Their acceptance was a fact at the time of Christ, and Our Lord never challenged their authenticity. This is why, for fifteen Centuries, all Christian counted 46 books in the Old Testament, including the Deuterocanonical (“second canon”) seven ones.
Then a sex-obsessed German Heresiarch showed up, and – I think, mainly because not liking the content of some of these books – decided to expunge the Old Testament of them.
I do not know – and do not care – whether Luther had at his disposal the historical facts about the Deuterocanonical Books. Faith is not based on historical research. It is based on the acceptance of truths handed down to us by the generations before us.
Luther showed, by daring to even tamper with the Bible, a stunning degree of rebellion, a willingness to discard what fifty generations before him had never had a problem accepting. Mind blowing rebellion, sheepishly perpetuated to this day by those born of Protestants – less and less, one must say – and unquestioningly accepting the mutilation of Sacred Scripture. Which they must do, lest they start questioning the entire Protestant mindset in the first place.
This is all bad enough. But I wonder if it is so different – though the methods are adapted – to the attitude of those who, within the Church, dare to tell us exactly the same thing: that what sixty-five generations of Catholics have believed must now be discarded. You see this in the constant perverted preaching of Father Jeanine Martin, Society of Fags, or in Pope's Francis obvious symphaty with every form of Statalism, Socialism or Communism that happens to cross his rather dull mind.
At the root of all is rebellion, refusal to accept truth handed down to us.
Luther, Francis and Father James “Elton” Martin, Society of Fags, aren't much different after all.
I do not wish many people dead, and certainly I do not wish anyone dead for personal reasons, which would be a mortal sin.
Those I wish dead are those whose death would be of great advantage for the cause of Christianity, or even only of sanity. Three SCOTUS justices certainly come to mind (they are allowed to resign first, as far as I am concerned; but I would love to hear the news of their death every day) as does a fat woman living in Berlin. However, of no one I wish death more keenly than of our Ass In Chief, Haereticus Maximus, and outright Evil Clown, Pope Francis. Not out of personal hatred (though I hate and despise the man, no doubt about that), but out of hope that his death would usher in sanity again.
However, I still wish the man salvation. I still pray for him on occasion, and when he angers me most is when I am more keenly reminded to pray for the guy. Because this is what we are: we pray for our enemies, and we wish them repentance and salvation no matter what unspeakable bastards they are.
To pray for the enemies of Christianity – of whom the Evil Clown is nowadays undoubtedly number one – is not in any way a condoning of their acts; it's a humble reminder to ourselves that our Christian duty does not have a limit of bastard-ness, and extends to everyone.
Everyone has an eternal soul of infinite value; even a despicable, evil man like Francis. And of everyone we should wish that his soul is saved, and spared the torments of hell no matter how big his crimes. Of course, in order to do this this soul would have to convert and become one of us. And if this happens, who would not wish the poor soul the company of God one day?
Pray for your enemies. Pray for the enemies of Christ even as you wish them dead.
Life is but a spark, but the soul is everlasting.
The last terrorist attack in London caused… 22 hospitalised people at last count. Knowing this Country, I suspect this includes everyone with a bruised toe.
I cannot but notice that, once again, the London population realises what an excellent work the security forces are doing, neutralising all but very few, and perhaps the most stupid attempts; which, being amateurish, can more easily be planned and executed fast, outside of the security radar.
Mind, though, that what is now sporadic terrorist violence, and can still be controlled, will be much more difficult to control when the number of Mohammedans grows and the episodes of violence become too frequent to be effectively controlled. Then it will be, at some point, open fight, and I am not sorry to say that the White Man will crush the posterior of the Brown Invader, as they have always done in the last many centuries.
Not without countless deaths, though, and widely spread violence. A violence we are attracting with our own stupidity, and which will make every suffering inflicted on us self-inflicted, and therefore amply deserved.
Terrorists are not what they used to be. The security services are doing sterling work. But you can't avoid civil wars simply with security services: when the tipping point has been reached, it's open, violent confrontation.
Often, in history, vast upheavals have been considered improbable merely years before they happened: the French Revolution and the Spanish Civil War are two well-known examples, right in the middle of Europe.
Our own stupidity might be preparing a horrible, possibly continental civil war for our children. A civil war I do not doubt we would win; but a completely avoidable one, brought on us by our own stupidity.
At Gloria TV (can't access the link now) the great Reto Nay incinerates the stupid Francispropaganda spouted by the Osservatore Romano; a litany of absurd compliments redolent of old and contemporary Communist propaganda.
You may think that Francis is smarter than that. But I actually think he isn't. I think events like this are further evidence of what an idiot he is.
An idiot surrounds himself with yesmen. Francis has put them at work at the Osservatore Romano as well as everywhere else.
An idiot will be influenced by adulation and flattering. Francis, who has been begging for attention and craving applause since day 1 of his disgraceful Pontificate, is obviously very sensitive to it.
An idiot will not recognise other idiots as such. Actually, he is likely to judge them “as smart as he is”. The unsigned author of the article blasted by Father Nay is, very clearly, of limited intelligence, and so is the editor allowing such a joke to merit publication.
Idiots praising idiots, and thinking the readers are idiots. This is what is happening.
But then something else is also happening: after four and a half years of Francis, it is clear that he has failed. It does not matter how much damage he causes around him, the entire world by now recognises that true Catholics despise him. The phenomenon is, in fact, so evident that not even the Vatican denies it.
This failing on a North Korean scale causes, in the idiots I have just mentioned, a North Korean reaction: boundless praise and adoration for the Great Humble Guide. However, the North Korean Government controls to almost 100% the flow of information and can put this tactics to a profitable use. The Osservatore Romano operates in a free world, and the only result they will achieve is ridicule and laughter.
Francis surrounds himself with homos, idiots, yesmen and heretics of all sort.
As they say, similibus similibus sulvuntur .
You see them more and more often: “family” ads where the “family” is constituted by two fags, or two dikes. Tesco has them, and TalkTalk. No doubt there are others I have forgotten or not noticed.
I don't think it has to do with ideology. I think it more likely that it has to do with the gender terror imposed on UK corporations, with the Gaystapo threatening retaliation if they do not help them to smuggle themselves as normal, grow the children in an atmosphere or perversion and get near the “vulnerable” youth. Those companies, probably run by people largely indifferent to religion, prefer to cave in and let the perverts be perverts.
Theresa May's so-called Conservative Government does not seem to care. No one, in fact, apart from perverts, seems to care for the fact that an entire generation of British children is growing in a world that wants them to see sexual perversion as something normal.
It truly is a quest for self destruction, a cupio dissolvi of the Christian West that already sees a Muslim mayor in London and Mohammed as the most popular name for a child, even as those who are supposed to be Christian regress into the habits and the abomination of heathen.
When all this ends, only God knows. In the meantime I thank God for my strong faith, and let's hope I manage to give some strenght to others.
If we lived in sane times, controversies like this one would never happen. But we don’t, so they do.
Bannon is right on the money is mentioning the… money as the cause of the oh so social attitude of our disgraceful bishops. However, I would add another component that seems to me to be a very important factor in what we see happening in the Church all over the West: loss of faith.
A Bishop who has faith is not afraid of speaking the inconvenient truth. A Bishop who has lost his faith easily – almost automatically – defaults into do-goodism and bleeding heart attitude. This drift is, in itself, not about money. It is about the search of a role in society and a measure of self-esteem for a person who does not believe in hell and heaven anymore – or has neutered this belief to make it comfortable for him – and is now in need of being appreciated by the also tepid believers in the pews, and by the man in the mirror.
This phenomenon is not new. I once read a shocking fact: Angela Merkel’s father was a Protestant preacher/missionary who, after WW II, chose to live in the Russian Occupied territory that had become the German Democratic Republic because…. he found the Communist project more Christian than Western Capitalism. When the wall came up and those who were in the East were condemned to stay there, turned out this idiot condemned his entire family to a life under a communist tyranny. This is how stupid these people can be, and this would never have happened if Father Merkel had kept his Christian faith.
By the way, this also shows that the apple does not fall far from the tree, as the culona inchiavabile* Merkel dabs in this anti-Christian, anti-Western do-goodism just like papa.
However, Steve Bannon does not say anything original. He speaks to common sense. Everyone can see that the bishops’ message just does not square with common thinking and with traditional Catholicism. Nowhere has it ever been said that national boundaries are unjust, and everyone – and most of all infidels – must be allowed in just for the asking, or because they are very good at massacring each other (which they undoubtedly are). This nonsense is just not the religion of our forefathers, it’s the new religion of the faithless.
It is evident to my cat that these people are losing customers like they are selling old smartphones, and are also looking for an easy way to get other people in the pews, whose children they can ruin. It’s the vicious circle of faithlessness, permanently looking for more victims.
It is time to expose these faithless clown for what they are: prostitutes to their own misguided conscience and the money from the Great Government Tit, who try to look good at your children’s and God’s expense.
Give me that old religion, instead of these mediocre politicians.
By the way: Bannon would make an excellent bishop. Better than almost anyone of them.
*© Silvio Berlusconi
Being the tolerant, flexible guy I am I understand that someone who is poorly instructed and is not graced with a strong faith may recur to the services of a psychoanalyst . This is the common knowledge, “what people do”, particularly if they have the resources.
However, a person with a better degree of instruction will understand the profoundly subversive (or plain disgusting) roots of Freudian thinking, the system of belief behind most of modern psychoanalysis.
Similarly, a person with a well-rooted faith will, without needing any instruction about the workings of psychoanalysis, automatically look to his faith, not to a strange professional , for the solution of the problems afflicting him.
It is, therefore, quite revealing of the man that Bergoglio would, without any shame, candidly confess that he has himself, whilst in a position of authority within his Jesuit order, recur to the services of such a professional.
Besides the obvious question of how the heck a person with a vow of poverty decides he can spend the money of his Order – which appears the most likely scenario – for pastimes like this one (certainly not cheap in Argentina, just as everywhere else), the more direct question is: how on earth can a man who has supposedly gone through several years of theological studies and spiritual exercises even think of sitting on a psychoanalyst 's couch?
The answer is obvious: because he never had any spiritual mind, and never had any serious theological formation, probably despising even the little that could make its way into his rarher thick cabeza.
This here is the reality of Jorge Bergoglio: a faithless, boorish ass so ignorant that he does not even understand how he embarrasses himself exposing his utter lack of any spiritual attitude or theological formation.
By the by, this admission of visiting a psychoanalyst might explain his abstruse reasoning about the “need for security” and such like claptrap: I bet my pint some guy told him that religious faith is for people wanting to cling to security, and he now spouts that out day in and day out to insult those who, unlike him, actually believe in God.
When this unspeakable ass dies is not one day too soon.
I have already written about Jacob Rees-Mogg, the U.K. “Honourable Member For The XVIII Century”.
Rees-Mogg has stunned, stunned observers and political personnel by going to a popular morning TV show and clearly expressing his opposition to both so-called gay marriage and abortion.
The man is, so to speak, “officially unofficially” running for PM. It is inconceivable that his words were not planned or well-reflected beforehand. I do not recall any UK politician in such a position making such unequivocal statements on such matters.
I am now arming myself with the usual dose of cynicism and awaiting the probable distinguos and back-pedalling following the predictable storm that ensued, with the apostles of tolerance all showing great intolerance for the otherwise thinking.
I do not want to even begin to hope that God might have graced us with a man who, posed in front of the choice between his faith and his career, unhesitatingly and vocally chooses the first. Even if he does not make it to PM, it would be such a beautiful gesture that it would be written in heaven forever, and it would give to those sincere Catholics still remaining the warm feeling of knowing that someone still puts Christ first.
Congratulations again to the Honourable Member For The XVIII Century. May your faith keep you on the straight and narrow and, with God's grace, make of you a weapon for Christ in the XXI Century.
In an unprecedented attack to everything that is Catholic, the Evil Clown has inflicted on the Catholic world a 450-page book (even the title goes on forever) which, from what has transpired up to now, reads like a Manual For Heretics.
The espousing of a completely secular mentality is so complete, so extreme, so obvious that it cannot but take the breath away even of those who, like us, have been denouncing this disgraceful Pope as heretical for years.
Now even the semblance of decency is going away. Francis is more and more uncomfortable even with trying to save appearances. This is all-out heretical attention whoring.
What times are we living in. A reigning Pope openly, brazenly attacking Catholicism at every step! Are there words too strong to condemn him?
I reflect on all this, and wait to calm down. And then I think: why shouldn't he?
That he is a heretical bastard, we knew. That he is a damn Proto-Commie, we did not have any doubt. That he hates everything Catholicism represents, was abundantly clear. And where is the resistance? How many bishops and Cardinals have denounced his heresies? Who among the hierarchy has ever challenged him? Would this latest book have been published if the Four Kitten had officially condemned Amoris Laetitia many months ago?
Take a damn communist bastard and make him Pope. Then let him to on unpunished and unchallenged for four and a half year. What you have is the situation we are living today.
Every time that this Pontificate reveals itself as even more monstrous than we had thought possible the day before, the vastness of the insult to God caused by Vatican II reveals itself in an even more sinister light. The scale of Francis' madness teaches us the scale of the V II's madness. It also condemns in increasingly stronger terms the weakness and complicity of all those (Burke and Ratzinger not excluded) who still pretend that there is something good in damn Vatican II.
Francis is the deformed, grotesque creature generated by a blasphemous revolutionary movement. This revolution is, now, also eating his children, with an immense number of Sixty-Eight Catholics clearly marching towards hell in front of our terrified, but still lucid eyes.
We are living an Age of Madness, a fitting punishment for the madness of our forefathers' revolt and our own added sinfulness. If the heretical whore on the Throne of Peter does not persuade you of the utter wickedness of the entire Vatican II movement, you are prime Reprobation material. If you still think that those cowardly bishops and cardinals are being good, or even courageous, because of their faint meowing you aren't much better. Accomplices and enablers, all of them.
Thank the Lord that, in His Mercy, He is making it so easy to understand what is happening. Sad and maddening as the situation is, draw some consolation from the obvious unmasking of the lies, from the official outing of the heresy.
The time has come, long ago already, for a Council that deposes this miserable, vulgar, unspeakable bastard and puts a Catholic Pope in his place. This is what should happen, whether it does or not. The Church will survive in both cases, so don't take refuge in strange fantasies to explain why the Pope is not deposed. The Pope is not deposed because the Lord is punishing us – but also instructing us – with a deformed head of the deformed church V II has created.
The sad news of the death of Cardinal Caffarra is another reminder that whilst Cardinals wait, souls – including their own – go to their judgment.
Cardinal Caffarra was, of the four, the one I liked most. He was very vocal on several occasions, but to my knowledge he never produced himself in grandstanding for which he never had the stones to follow through (yes, talking of Burke here). He was also the one who published the last, pathetic meowing of all the four Cardinals, complaining that the Pope does not want to see them. And then he was, of course, Italian.
Of the four kitten he was, probably, the most cutely aggressive.
However, one thing is clear: another one has died and gone to his judgment without doing what his job required of him, that is: denouncing the obvious heresy of Amoris Laetitia.
Note to self and us all: we can think that there is time, but we never know. It is not for us to decide when the final calls comes. As a Cardinal, it is utter madness to run the risk of appearing in front of the Creator with the extremely grave burden of having … merely meowed in the seventeen months since the release of Amoris Laetitia.
Note to the 88 years old Cardinal Brandmueller: tick, tock….
Today's rosary is for the deceased Cardinal. I hope the Lord had mercy on him and allowed him the grace of final repentance.
But it still makes me shiver to think what terrible Divine message could be hiding behind the death of the two: the righteous wrath of a just Lord against Cardinals of whom much was expected, and who could defend Him only in the meowing.