Daily Archives: October 9, 2017

BLASPHEMY!!!

We all knew that Father Jeanine Martin, Society of Fags, is one of those to suspect whom of being homosexual is like suspecting Stalin of being Communist. However, even so it is difficult to even imagine the lows that these low existences can reach.

Father Martin did it recently, by reposting on his Facebook page an article speaking of (and forgive me for having my adrenaline going through the roof now) the “Queer Jesus”.

It boggles the mind. Please consider saying your rosary today in reparation of this unspeakable blasphemy.

It is fair to say that even if Francis' papacy were, in everything else, the very epitome of orthodoxy, the mere presence of this extremely worrying, creepy, utterly disgusting “man” in the Vatican would be enough to mar his entire pontificate. However, it is even fairer to say that, if Francis' papacy were orthodox, this man would have been defrocked a long time ago. A destiny, mind, which I think will catch up with him at some point in his disgraceful life, because this man has leant so much out of the homo window that every future Pope with a modicum of integrity will not want to have the man going around calling himself a priest in good standing, ever.

A prayer to Saint Michael is full in order, too.

An exorcism would be, in fact, even better, but I somewhat doubt Father Elton Martin, Society of Fags, would agree to it. Can't wait for the Church to get rid of this filth.

M

 

The Undeserved Rainbow

And it came to pass that Your Humble Correspondent had to drive (which I always try to avoid) on the notorious M25, London's Orbital Motorway.

There was light rain. As I drove in, a huge rainbow presented itself to me. Its colours were so vivid, so defined, that it seemed literally painted in the sky.

As I kept driving, following the motorway's sinuous route, the rainbow kept moving its position relative to me, remaining still unbelievably defined. The other end of the rainbow appeared. At some point, due to the flowing of the road, I could admire all of it, from end to end. It was a thing of beauty, and a powerful reminder of a Higher Power.

After a while the rain started getting stronger and stronger, and I was treated to another spectacle: this wonder of nature slowly disappearing, gradually dissolving in the dark grey sky. The like of this I had never seen.

The biblical story of the rainbow was told to me still in kindergarten, and never have I watched one without being reminded of it. It was another way how, in a then Catholic Country, the right thinking was instilled in the mind of children.

It is so sad to think that most of today's London children – probably the majority of them not even baptised, certainly the vast majority of them deprived of decent religious education – would, on seeing a rainbow, instantly thinking of “the gay”, thus giving another little contribution to the normalisation of perversion around them and, for some, inside them.

Londonistan is in a bad shape. As the city is so powerful and so successful as possibly never before (the height of the Victorian Era might be the only exception), it perverts its children as it sinks in an abyss of atheism, advancing islamisation and multicultural rubbish. It does not deserve the wonderful rainbows gifted to it by a good and patient, but always just God.

M

 

Nobel Peace Prize: It Wasn’t To Be

pope-francis angry

Pity Francis, whom the world has not crowned Most Beloved Secular Guy again. I can see him now walking in the Vatican corridor, cussing in some strange Argentinian dialect. 

Francis will now renew his efforts to win the 2018 Nobel Peace Prize: more immigration, more Muslims, more opposition to the world, more environ-mentalism, more GHTYFDSR rights, more of all that the atheists, worldly society loves.

Will he make it in 2018? If he is still alive he might get a chance, as the more years pass the more a Nobel prize to a Pope so far away from everything that a Pope should be seems natural. But time is running out, because the day of the Lord comes like a thief in the night, and when you are 83 the nocturnal burglary appears not so remote. 

Let us prepare for another year full of immigration, environmentalism and forced Islamisation nonsense.

Our Extremely Unholy Father, Francis, has a worldly prize to win.

M

 

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