Monthly Archives: March 2019

The Orwellian Nightmare Of NuTolerance

Read what a Canadian court could rule and tell me whether this is not the terminal degree of PC insanity.

Facts are now discriminatory.

Biological facts.

Undeniable truths of life.

Many Western Democracies are transforming into oppressive tyrannies, where crimethink is celebrated and considered the very fundament of the “freedom” it is being denied.

This insanity must stop.

Not even Orwell would have imagined such a monstrous deformation of reason to take place in countries holding free elections. But the free elections are of little value if those who dare to even mention facts of life are threatened with ruin or incarceration. Such societies are not free, because they do not allow the free circulation of ideas and opinions. They are merely the prison a number of people have decided they can live with.

The kangaroo courts like this one in Canada must be recognised as the greatest threat to Western democracies.

Will the people wake up? I doubt. In the US, likely yes, as the First Amendment has created an extremely strong – if perennially threatened – environment for free speech.

But in Canada? In Europe? In all those Countries where it is normal for citizen to be told by their “betters” how they can defend themselves, will they be able to resist when the same “betters” tell them how to think? In all those Countries where no constitutional checks and balances exist for a Judiciary and a legislative in cahoots to oppress the people, where are the militias that should defend them from the tyranny of the PC mob?

This cancer needs to be expunged, and Canadian society needs to find within itself the courage to excise it from its body.

Next time you complain about President Trump, spend two seconds thinking what he is doing for the restoration of a proper Judiciary in your Country, and pray for the great man.


Cardinal “Toady” Sarah Candidates For The Top Job

The reason why I have misgivings for every V II Cardinal is that V II is so toxic the it cannot but poison everyone who does not explicitly refuse to be polluted by it. There is no one, not one, not even Piacenza, that can compete with true Catholics like the SSPX priests.

The latest example is Cardinal Sarah. The man has just released an interview in which he praises pretty much all V II Popes (I think he might have left Pope Luciani out), explicitly including Francis.

The Cardinal ‘s brown nose can now be spotted from the moon. It is a shame to behold. As the entire planet decries Francis’ monstrous hate for Catholicism, it is a supposedly “orthodox” Cardinal that offers to lick his boots.

I am very inclined to think that this move, fully uncalled for, is the Cardinal ‘s way to present his own candidature for when the time comes.

Born in 1945, the man will, in around 5 years, still have about the same age as Bergoglio on that fateful day. Plenty of time, methinks, particularly if Bergoglio remembers that he wanted a relatively short Pontificate (some five years, he was humbly thinking). Sarah is clearly positioning himself as the man who can reconcile the more “conservative” (lol) cardinals and the increasing number of Francis appointment.

“Look at me!”, he seems to say. “The Magic One-size-fits-all Cardinal! And have I told you what a great Pope Francis is?”

I doubt it will work, but hey, in a conclave you never know…

For the moment, let us accurately take note of the treasonous behaviour of another sycophant in red, the sort so common in Rome nowadays.

God will not be mocked. You would think Sarah knows that….


Strange Dreams

I had a dream.

There was a beautiful room in Rome, with a big table.

On the one side, there were a handful of Cardinals, with an Oh So Very Gay Cardinal Schoenborn in the middle. Yes, in my dream the Cardinal was very “gay”. I cannot answer for my dreams…

What was I saying? Oh yes…

They were all in full regalia, and I knew in my dream it was to stress the importance of their position. No humbleness there. I am sure in real life they are all very humble, and not inverted at all.

On the other side of the table, there was a handful of old people. I could not recognise their faces, but I knew (this being a dream) that they were very wealthy donors in representation of worldwide very wealthy donors.

“How did you dare to do that, gentlemen?” Asked a peeved Schoenborn, his voice a tad more shrill than befits a Cardinal. Any cardinal, much less a noble one.

“We know the Holy Ghost will provide a solution in His own time”, said a guy with a strange nose vaguely resembling J P Morgan (hey, it was a dream….)

“What do you mean by that”, replied the Gay Cardinal. “You have cut down to zero all your donations!” On the side of the table, Cardinal Coccopalmerio was all excited, watching some pics of the Sistine Chapel, he said. Torsos were clearly visible, but no one was interested.

“Of course we did”, replied Catholic J P Morgan. “You don’t expect us to support a bunch of sodomites and paedos, surely? There aren’t so very many of us and each of us knows many others. It wasn’t difficult, you know…”

Gay Cardinal was not very gay now. Near him, Cardinal Farrell was mumbling “nighty-night, dear…” for the 14th time in 20 minutes, with a dreamy face; but in my dream no-one cared for him, either.

“Difficult, my elbow!!” Said the Cardinal excitedly. “You make 80% of our worldwide income and you know that!”

“The Holy Ghost will come out with a solution in His own time”, said Big Nose, as calm as an undertaker on Valium.


Here the Cardinal stopped, because he realised another Austrian before him had managed to make a huge mess by just not being reflective enough. Besides, an Edelmann like him should not scream to the commoners like a fishwife. Noblesse oblige, and all that….

Big Nose was peace itself. His tone was calm and measured, but with just that bit of steel that says “You raise your voice again with me, you little queen, and I will take care you end up cleaning toilets in one of those saunas…” . He made a meaningful pause, ensured he had all the attention of the Gay Nobleman, and said: “Do your damn job, you say, Your Grace? Don’t you think this should start exactly from you, the Cardinals? See, we have read all those articles about doing nothing in the midst of rampant heresy, because this would be the will of the Holy Ghost, Who will put an end to this without the need for the Cardinals to act…. and we thought that well, if it applies to them, why not to us? Do you follow me, Your Grace?”

The Cardinal was very red in the face now. I thought he was about to explode…

Sadly, I woke up at this point.

What a strange dream, I thought.

But not stupid.

Not stupid at all.


Pope Francis Has Church Derangement Syndrome

The video in this Gloria TV article is truly disquieting.

Francis’ refusal to allow anyone to kiss the papal ring is astonishing. It is not a single episode. It is an insisted, serial refusal, right in front of the camera.

You can see the worry in the man’s face as the next person is in front of him and… yes.. want to kiss the ring again!

Seriously: I had to rewind it in order to be sure that it was not a repetition of the same person or of very few people, as my attention was attracted by the face and the gestures of the Evil Clown.

This man does not even have the decency of pretending, every now and then, and for a very short time, to have some respect for Catholicism. He cannot stand it even for a matter of minutes. He is by now so deranged that even a little concession to what Catholics have always done is too much for him.

Francis does not want you to kiss the papal ring because he hates all his predecessors (who have traditionally followed this tradition), the Church (whose authority, not the Pope’s on his own, is the one honoured with the gesture) and Christ Himself (who established the Church on Peter, not Peter on Social Justice).

It clearly does not escape Francis that by kissing the ring, the faithful say: “Not you, but Christ! Christ and the Church in union with Him!”. Francis wants a personality cult. These pesky faithful insist in giving him Catholicism. This is why he basically snaps in front of the Cameras.

It would have been fun to see his reaction if any of the present had explicitly asked to be able to kiss the papal ring. I think people were just not prepared for his behaviour. I hope someone will do it in the future, three feet from a camera.

Church Derangement Syndrome. This is Francis’ problem.

Satan is strong with this one.


Nothingburger Now With Nothingcheese and Nothingbacon, plus Nothingfries.

We already knew that the decision of the Mueller Witch Hunt Task Force not to proceed to further indictments was clear evidence that there was no evidence of any collusion. However, we now have it in detail, from the words of the report themselves.

Please stop here for a moment and stay silent.

Do you hear that faint droning in the distance?

This is what millions of crying Libtards sound like.

Obviously, these people are at war with reality. Therefore, they will now start to look for the next way allowing them to dream of impeachment. We should encourage them in their fantasies and give them all the resonance and publicity we can.

Like Alexandria Ocasio-Commie, these people will be key in sweeping the Midwest for Trump in 2020. Their Trump Derangement Syndrome can look good among friends and in the campus, but it is pure poison in the solid, no-nonsense Midwest and Rust Belt states. It will backfire massively.

I see the ghost of McGovern sweeping the Democratic country again. Feel-good extremism leads to defeat. Some Democrat leaders understand this, but they are – at least for now – afraid to go against the Triggered Hordes. It will be extremely fun to watch.

If you have some common sense, you understand that after the end of this witch hunt any further talk of collusion between Trump and Russia is pure ballot box poison, and any talk of impeachment for any other reason whatever reveals the contempt for democracy these sore losers all have.

Let them scream hysterically. Let Maxine Waters be on TV every day. Let AOC teach all the other Democrats that the only good Democrat is a Socialist. Let them all peddle their New Green Deal to the hard working farmers of Iowa, to the factory workers in Michigan, to the miners in West Virginia.

The Nothingburger now has a side of Nothingcheese and Nothingbacon, plus Nothingfries. It has become highly radioactive for Dems to even mention it.

The fun is: they do not get it.


Bishop Schneider And Heretical Popes

Bishop Schneider has published in Rorate Caeli an essay about what bishops and cardinals should do in case of heretical Popes. 

He is, if you ask me, perfectly right in a couple of the points he exposes:

  1. Laymen cannot (obviously) decide who is Pope and who isn’t.
  2. If a Pope is a heretic, as many as possible among the clergy (of all ranks) must confirm the faithful in the faith.

However, I think that the good bishops errs massively (and is, actually, in sharp contrast with the talk of Cardinal Burke, though Burke himself never let the walk follow the talk) when he says that a heretical Pope cannot be deposed and one must wait for better times and allow the Holy Ghost to set things right.

When Marcellinus sacrificed at the altar of Pagan gods, did the clergy and bishops that could be gathered around him decide that the Holy Ghost would provide? Certainly not. They acted. They acted swiftly and decisively in what would, today, be called an extraordinary imperfect ecumenical council.

They did not stop to reflect what canon law says, or decide that hey, that’s our lot until Marcellinus dies. They clearly either threatened him with “deposition” (with a declaration that he had deposed himself) or actually did it. They reacted to extraordinary situations with the most logical extraordinary measures at their disposal. And they clearly, clearly were not ready to tolerate the continuation of Marcellinus’ behaviour or of the situation tout court. The famous phrase, “no one can judge the Pope. Therefore, judge thyself” should leave any reasonable person in no doubt that, had Marcellinus refused to do so, he would have been declared out of the Church out of his own factual, openly stated behaviour.

I do not think that John XXII was in a different situation. Also in that case, it is clear that the clergy was reacting to his heresies, and preparing a massive counteroffensive in case he would not retract. The delegation of, among others, Dominicans talking to him behind closed doors can, after the usual entreaties and supplications, only have prospected him one path: extraordinary ecumenical council courtesy of the the King of France’s coffers; trial; declaration of heresy; deposition; execution. I am, again, sure that every reasonable reader will agree that, though such threats were never made public, everything was in place and the Pope was certainly made aware of it.

The bishops states he wants to avoid schism. But what is more important, Truth or unity? Would you have allowed John XXII to go on with impunity because of the fear of schism?

Besides, when bishops speaks against bishop in most fundamental matters, a factual schism is already there. Better to have the bubo explode, then, and fight the good fight. Neither St Paul nor Saint Athanasius seems to have had any fear of public schism in the face of public heresy.

Bishop Schneider is well-intentioned but, I think, well short of the mark. Cardinal Burke understands the situation but has no courage to get the ball rolling. However, the Cardinal understands (at least in words) that the cardinals and bishops betray their flock and are in grave dereliction of duty if they see a heretical Pope and do not try to do what is in their power to stop and, if necessary, depose him.

Ecclesia supplet. When extraordinary times call, the Church should respond with extraordinary courage. This is what was made with Marcellinus. This is what Athanasius did.

The Holy Ghost works through men. Particularly those who are, actually, first called to do the work.





Stupid Is Who Stupid Does

I stumbled upon this Remnant article about the so-called Dalai Lama and was surprised at being in rather strident disagreement with the author of the article, something extremely rare for me in a Remnant contribution.

The problem I have is not in the fact that the author recognises the “new religion” of Global Warming & Co. in the so-called Dalai Lama. This is absolutely correct and in point. The problem I see is in the failure to strongly condemn the Dalai Lama as a phony, a failure, a fraud and a hypocrite.

We have a guy here who allegedly calls himself a Marxist (pretty much like Francis, though even Francis is less dumb) and thinks that Global Warming is pretty much the most pressing problem of the planet (again, it reminds me of another phony, failure, fraud and hypocrite, though also in this case slightly less dumb; but then again the Dalai Lama does not have to contend with thousands of bloggers warning their coreligionists from a guy no one seems to believe in anyway).

These are people who have, evidently, completely lost any faith they ever had, betraying in the process whatever faith their predecessors maintained (the right or wrong one, as the case may be) for the sake of the applause of the world. Hey, when you’re an atheist, what do you care? Enjoy the party for as long as it lasts, and try to ease the pang of your own hypocrisy by condemning the very organisation that put you on top of it.

A religious leader without faith, and only able to parrot what the world itself says, is a total fraud and the most atrocious hypocrite. We as Catholics recognise this, and say it out loud, even in our own alleged spiritual leader, who – however unworthily – still sits at the top of our organisation. The more prompt we should be in denouncing the phoniness of people who, besides being phony themselves, represent a phony creed anyway. 

I have no patience for such delicacies. I say “so-called” Dalai Lama exactly as I say “so-called” Church of England. And I denounce his phoniness just as I denounce Francis’ heresies, so that my interlocutors are aware of what really counts in the end: the truth we have received, and must transmit intact to the following generations, waiting for the end of the Age of Insanity and the Return of the Decent Popes.

We do not give Francis any obedience in everything that is heretical or unorthodox in him. The more so we should strongly warn our interlocutors about these fake saints in saffron robes, or whatever it is that bespectacled cretin wears.

Stupid is who stupid does. His official title, or the position given to him by the world, are irrelevant to us.



The Mueller Nothingburger Is Here



The biggest witch hunt since the Salem witch trials has just gone to an end, and it is perfectly clear it is the biggest, most expensive, most vicious nothingburger ever made.

I can hear the Dems crying from here.

This was stupid from the get-go. But the Trump Derangement Syndrome that is ravaging the United States (and the BBC, and libtards the world over) has made of it an obsession, witch trial-style.

Trump’s victory is now complete. It is the complete annihilation of all those who have accused him, without the shadow or the hint of any evidence, for years. The poor, deluded minus habens will have to recognise that Mueller has expensed an astonishign amount of time and public money only to prove the total innocence of the Designated Victim.

I wonder whether the Investigator will be investigated now. Both Rosenstein and himself have a lot to answer for. This wasn’t a normal investigation. This was vicious to the end.

I will savour this day to the most.

Keep America Great.


P.S. Now more than ever: lock her up!!

The End of ISIS, Troy, And The Test Of Democracy

Trojan Horse


ISIS has been completely defeated. Their last satanic flag has been taken down.

What happens next will be one of the defining moments of Western Democracies.

Here in the UK it has been made known, during the conflict, that the British troops did not disdain targeted assassinations of those who had left the UK to become, as the bastards call themselves, jihadists. This was, however, in a conflict situation, where every enemy soldier is, in fact, a legitimate target.

There are now thousands of prisoners of ISIS in prison camps, all of them people who wowed to destroy us. Who knows how many stopped fighting before it was late and avoided capture.

Will we be so dumb, so stupidly, sugary dumb, as to allow those who came from the West to go back to their Country of origin after some worthless “apology”? These are Muslims. They will spit on the Koran if it helps them to advance their “cause”. Their religion explicitly authorises them to do so.

Will we be so unspeakably dumb?

If we crave self-destruction, at some point we will most surely get it. Not in my generation, granted. But at some point it will come, and it will be a sea of blood and an ocean of misery for the godless people involved; then the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the sons, and when the sons are stupid, too, then it is an open and shut case.

The West needs to correctly define the boundaries of its freedoms. Alas, this will be very difficult until the very fundaments of this freedom, our Christian religion and tradition, is correctly understood as the true matrix of what we are.

Without Christianity, we are sugary idiots; because we are too well-fed, too much in love with ourselves, and too unaccustomed to fight to dare to be harsh to other people, much less recognise an existential threat to ourselves.

The fighting of ISIS was a military test. When the West finally discovers its cojones and decides to give battle, it always wins, because our technological and military superiority dwarfs every hostile power on earth. But the more insidious test is the domestic one: the fight against the mentality that leads to defeat by a determined enemy by just allowing them in.

Think of Troy. What the Greek armies could not do, a hollow wooden horse did. The most powerful walls are useless if there are no brains to defend them.

We have a huge, hollow horse waiting outside of our walls. It has “tolerance”, “multiculturalism”, and “inclusion” written on it. We are asked to let the horse in, in the name of the values written in it. .

Will we be stupid?






Alan Krueger, or The Sterilisation of Suicide

Alan Krueger, the top economic advisor of Obama, and former economic advisor of Bill Clinton (At least in those brief moments between unzipping and zipping of trousers at the White House) has killed himself. An Eternal Rest is in order, even for Obama’s advisors.

The fully secular Obama clan mentions how “nice” he was.

He was a good suicide, this one.

Always with a smile.

Most likely, he is not smiling now. But what strikes me is the total godlessness of these people. They make it look like suicide is some sort of “responsible”, “adult” decision for which they have profound respect. They probably do.

I have not even read a hint of disapproval. There is not even the extremely indirect condemnation of calling the suicide a “terrible act”, or the like. Nowadays people commit suicide, and no-one is anyone to “judge”. Many others get busy fabricating excuses, and fantasizing all kind of mental insanity in people whose intelligence they have just stopped praising.

Mark my words: in every suicide there is the mark of Satan. Even in those cases (which must be very rare) of total insanity, the act is so instinctively repulsive, so contrary to the work of Creation that it cannot be looked at simply as some demented deed. It is always a satanically inspired act.

None of this is told to you by the sensitive, politically correct Democrat caste, busy with ferrying adults to hell as they kill unborn children by the millions. Flowery expressions like “took his own life” (without the logically correct integration, “… which wasn’t his, and threw it away”) abound, because even the word “suicide” sounds so unpleasantly judgmental, unsanitised, vaguely alarming.

He was so nice. So gentle. So brilliant. What a shame. Sad, so sad. Let’s celebrate his accomplishments, and how he made the world a better place, blablabla and bla.

He was also, quite likely, the greatest of fools. And, quite likely, he has realised it by now.

Be terrified of every suicide. And reflect that Princeton does not protect anyone from arrogance, selfishness, unhappiness and, ultimately, rom the paws of Satan.


The Lot We Have Been Given

Many times in my life, even before Francis, I have bemoaned my being born in the second half of the Twentieth Century.

A very conservative guy born in a very conservative family, I always felt a bit of a “fish out of the water” in the world I saw around me. It actually began as I was a little child, and the adolescents around me had long (often dirty) hair, wore those horrible blue jeans, and swore like you wouldn’t believe; none of which happened in my well-ordered, rigid, socially very conservative family. Basically, I have felt an outsider, and one born in the wrong age, since the age of four or five. I was terrified of growing up to become one of those long-haired cretins. Happily, it never happened.

When I became an adult, things got worse. The sexual mores of the age were – whilst much more rigid than what I saw afterwards – very different from the traditional Country I had learned to love through intensive reading and the exortatiosn of my grandmas and grand aunts, and which corresponded to my deepest longing. I saw around me not only the sinfulness (that, I assure, I always had myself), but an attitude towards it that I found shocking. The world had found its own morality and was very happy with it. I confusedly rebelled to it, but literally did not know where to look as the Church clearly was infected with the same disease and all those example of the past were gone. I longed for the world my grandmas and grand aunts so clearly represented and in which, it was clear, they had felt so comfortable their entire life.

Now things are, if not at their most painful (if you really want to know pain, you need to be twenty), certainly at their worst. They are, in fact, almost apocalyptycally bad. And once again, I find myself wishing that I were born in a different age.

But then I reflect that I was born exactly at the hour and minute God wanted me to be born. I reflect that all my pains and challenges, God knew before all eternity. I reflect that we are not given to choose the lot that is given to us. We live in the Age of Insanity; when men think they are women, and he who objects is the one with the “phobias”.

God made us live in the Age of Insanity so that we can do our part and collaborate with His Grace, fighting the insanity He has allowed to happen. From abortion to euthanasia and from sodomy to Francis, he has put us here perfectly knowing all of this, and in order for us to give our testimony against it.

Nor were past ages a bad of roses. When would I have wanted to be born, exactly? Shall we say, 1890? That would very possibly have meant a trench in the Alps. 1910 perhaps? Ah, that would have meant, quite likely, a barrack in Somalia, my own Country torn by civil wars, and effing Commies wherever I turn. 1930 then? Fine, you get to grow up with an unprecedented threat to humanity, and a Communist nightmare taking over more than half Europe. What about 1950? Far too late. Actually, this is the generation that started the whole mess.

Granted, a young man in a trench in the Alps can see a senseless massacre around him, but his world will still be in order: Truth and Pope steady on his side, and a system of values allowing him to die in comfort. But many have not died. They have been maimed, and coming back as cripples have seen the girls of their dream marrying someone else, who had all his limbs in place, whilst a possibly very long life in poverty awaited them, a life of scars both physical and mental.

I really think we don’t count our blessings often enough.

I am here now, approaching old-ish age. I can sit comfortably at my computer, for now free of religious persecution, and fight for what I believe with a keyboard; in the warmth and comfort of my home; surrounded by unprecedented wealth in the Country and Continent, and not in any need myself; able to afford the luxury to be in pain because of Francis’ antics, rather than because of the grenade exploded 30 feet from my foxhole, or the American bomber flattening out my barracks; and, most of all, with the Internet giving me both a voice and a set of ears inconceivable in every age past.

This is the lot we were given. An Evil Clown as Pope is an unprecedented challenge; but so were the Summer of Love, the Cold War, Hiroshima, the First World War, the French Revolution, the Thirty Years War, the damn Ottomans,  Luther and his ilk, the Western Schism, the Plague of 1348, the Great Schism, the damn Muslim hordes, the damn Barbarians hordes, the Great Heresies of the IV Century, and who knows how much I forget now….

I reflect on all this, and I do not complain too much. God knows what he does, and I must say my lot was very painful at times, and I will carry the scars for life; but all in all, it was a pain born of comfort, and a full belly, it was the pain of rich societies. Yes, we can play spiritual and say it would be better to suffer hunger an entire lifetime and know that the Pope is staunchly Catholic, but I am not entirely sure we would really switch places given the possibility.

This is the lot we were given. We were given it for a reason.It has good and bad like every other age before an dafter us, and it has unique challenges like many other ages before (and after) us.

Think of it next time Francis sounds like he is on drugs.








The Race For Worst Pope

A mini-debate is raging as to whether Francis is the worst Pope in history. I would like to add my short take.

Other Popes in the past have certainly been quite as much scoundrels as Francis is. I also agree that some of the past Popes have been produced, and were in turn the product,  in times of great corruption within  the Church. But to me, this is not the point.

The point of Francis is that he is the apex (up to now) of period of unprecedented corruption within the Church. Corruption that is, we can safely say, one the one hand every bit as heretical as the Arian crisis and, on the other hand (and this makes it unique) encompassing every aspect of Church teaching from the death penalty to the doctrine of war, from homosexuality to adultery, from the understanding of the Sacraments to the very role of the Church.

Francis wins the title of worst Pope in history hands down because he sits at the very top of a pile of rot that has never been as high as today.

To this, we must obviously add the nature of today’s worldwide instant communication. However, it is not that Francis is a heretic only in what he says “off-the-cuff”. No, he plans his heresies accurately, as seen in the synods then transmogrified in Amoris Laetitia.   

I grew up accustomed to read, in the touristic peregrinations to which I took part with my parents, of the sudden changes in the fortune of this or that Roman faction as the Pope, and thus the alliances and relationship of power, changed (stuff like “when such and such becomes Pope, family X occupied the castles of Y and Z”; we are talking here of the families who gave, or lost, Popes or had them in their pocket, abusing the vast coffers suddenly become available; the families of the Orsini and Colonna are still today in the popular lore for such antics).

Still, that corruption did not arrive at the very bone marrow of the Church. It was corruption of mores, not corruption of doctrine. It was the abuse of Church power to enrich individuals and families, not Her willed sabotage out of hatred for Her.

So yes, I think it can be safely said that Francis is, from what we can see, the worst Pope ever. The fact that his antics are instantly spread worldwide also add to his culpability, because he knows it and does it anyway.

Francis is a huge scoundrel sitting on top of a mountain of theological rot.

He wins this race hands down.



As we enter the seventh year of FeancisMayhem, let us take stock of where we are and, more importantly, what damage the Evil Clown can still do.

I think it is a fair assessment to say that, by now, the game is utterly and completely up. Francis is seen as a sugary socialist by most observers, Catholic or not. His Pontificate might still be praised by some; but they are exactly the people who are an indictment of his Pontificate exactly as they praise it.

Most must see Francis , more or less clearly, as I do: like another example of dumb South and Central American Dictator, like they were so frequent when I was growing up: corrupt, arrogant, stupid, economically inept and staggeringly incompetent.

Those dictators cared for their enrichment, and embezzled all they could whilst they could. Francis has no possibility of doing the same. Therefore, his priority has been to satisfy all his childish whims, lashing out at the Church he has always hated whilst he was scrounging out of Her for a lifetime and pushing to the extremes his dumb, arrogant, economicslly inept socialist fantasies with legendary incompetence.

Thankfully, the man never had the brains for subtlety, or a brilliant brain at all, or he would have been way more dangerous. The Lord in His Goodness allowed us to be punished by way of a dumb guy. Francis, who has the strategic ability of a six year old and the tactical skills of a toddler, had to have his way and satisfy his whims every single time; either thinking that no FFI scandal and no paedo protection mistake would damage his standing, or – which is even more childish – not caring about any of it, provided he can keep throwing toys out of the pram every time he feels like it.

This Pontificate is now Bananas-on-Tiber.

God has been merciful in His punishment in the end.


Another One Bites The Dust: Cardinal Danneels Finally Stretches His Paws*.

Good news from Belgium.

We are informed that one of the worst scoundrels infesting the Church – the gay-promoting, church-hating, conclave-plotting, St Gallen-mafia-member Cardinal Danneels – has finally kicked the bucket and, as they say, met his Maker.

The air is now, it seems to me, cleaner and full of a fragrance that promises Spring.

As to really meeting his Maker, I doubt that the Cardinal had any chance of that, it being far more likely that he was simply instantly plunged in some very deep, freshly digged, extremely stinking pit in hell; very possibly in the company of a bunch of very, very horny, extremely bitchy, screeching homosexual priests.

Mind: I do not wish the man damnation. However, I reflect that in order to avoid hell he would have had to become one of ours just before death, after being for decades the very epitome of the obdurate scoundrel stinking of Reprobation from three thousand miles away. Therefore, you can guess his chances of salvation with some accuracy, that is: zero plus a huge miracle of mercy.

I honestly do not give a Danneels one way or the other: Thy will be done. His will was most certainly done when a bill possibly as substantial as the US Federal Debt was presented to the creepy, pervy guy. However it went, we rejoice at knowing that God’s will has, once again, unavoidably triumphed.

Still, the air smell purer today, as if freed from a big polluting agent.

We await now the summoning of the Evil Clown to his, no doubt, terrible judgment. I wonder how he reacted at this clear message that the clock is ticking furiously for him, too….

I can’t avoid thinking Francis will land in the basement of Danneels new living quarters, but this is just me….

Pray for the scoundrel, if you have the stomach.

Your prayer will, in case, applied to a less scoundrelly soul.


* saucy Italian expression…

Six Years Ago

Six years ago, the Evil Clown appeared on the balcony in St Peter and gave us the first example, or at least the first hint, of the superficiality and stupidity which would be – together with the outright heresy and socialist propaganda which were revealed later – the mark of this most disgraceful Pontificate.

The disgrace, however, has also had some positive effect.

Pollyannism has substantially died. At this point, only the enemies of the Church pretend that Francis is a decent pope, or guy.

The horror of V II is revealing itself to a growing number of people, as they realise that the whirlwind of Francis’ Pontificate is the result of the wind sowed with the aggiornamento.

The Creepy Pope has freed many – particularly, I think, in the Anglo-Saxon world – of the creepy Clericalism and embarrassing Papolatry many of them were exhibiting in the years of the oohhh soooo saintly JP II and B XVI, both Popes who have accompanied the Church along a slippery slope of world-pleasing peace rhetoric and creepy religious indifferentism as they presided over loss of power and influence the world over, but looking oh so meek in the process.

We even had some theological advancement, as Francis has clearly shown the opinion of those theologians who maintained that canonisations are not infallible as the only reasonable one.

God always uses evil to cause some good. There is no doubt that we live in the time of the Evil Pope. But then again we have lived in the times of the Sellout Popes for decades with not many people protesting, so this here is the medicine both necessary and deserved.

In time, God, who adjusts everything, will adjust this mess, too. Our duty is simple: let us live and die so that we can be able to say, on our deathbed, tradidi quod et accepi, and let us collaborate with God’s grace so that we can, one day, receive the grace of final repentance. No evil Pope can prevent us from doing this, and be him a socialist, godless scoundrel like the Evil Argentinian.

On this disgraceful anniversary, relax and pray your rosary.

Francis can do nothing that God does not allow him to do, so that the glory of the Church may be, one day, restored and even more resplendent.


Old Bastards

I was informed today that , I think, not-anymore-Cardinal McCarrick is very frail now, and going often to confession.

Question: why is he not in jail?

You can have your confession in jail, too; and I am absolutely sure that a man who is so contrite would want – nay: demand! – to atone in a very public way for his horrible sins; particularly considering that his alleged sudden recovery of Christian feeling and attitude was precipitated not by his conversion, but by his exposure.

The time for sniffing after we are told that another bastard is frail is gone. May McCarrick save his soul if he can – I doubt it just as much as I doubt his conversion – , but I for one will not give the man one centimetre.

Goes for Francis and the others, too….



Yep, I have found the title for this blog post.


Everyday Greatness

The judicial appointments of Great Mr Forty-Five continue unabated. The Senate pushes with him – I wish they did it in all the other parts of Trump’s agenda! – and, together, they are reshaping the judiciary.

This is no great news anymore, as two Supreme Court appointments have now quenched the thirst for big headlines; but is still very relevant, as only a limited amount of cases are examined every year by the Supreme Court, and sanity in the lower ones can go a long way in helping the Country to normalise again.

It is a sad truth of politics that good policies have a sell by date. Deliver your promises to the electorate in an exemplary way and you will get high praise, for a while. Keep doing exactly the same and you will be ignored. The great focus on the Wall in 2020 should not cause the US voters to forget that Trump is delivering beyond the most optimistic hopes of myself and many others.

He keeps doing it day in and day out, without great fanfare but with great constancy, in things big and small. The other day he offered Chick-Fil-A fare to some guests of his. This is everyday greatness, and it clearly comes from the heart.

I truly hope that Trump can deliver on the Wall, and I am well aware of the danger for his presidency if he shouldn’t. But in all this we should never forget how much the man is delivering in so many other areas (from taxes to military, from China to North Korea, from TPP to Paris Agreement, to the fight against excessive regulations and stupid environmentalism, trannies in the army and so much more…).

Ig would be the height of self-inflicted stupidity to deny such a man a second mandate because of one or two issues in which he has been under par.

We forget at our peril how good we have it with Great 45, the master of everyday greatness.


Non Si Muove Foglia

And it came to pass that yours truly was put pretty much abruptly in contact with his own mortality. Nothing tragic, thankfully, but nasty enough.

It really puts some things in the proper perspective. For once, it reminded me what a wonderful, but delicate apparatus the human body is. When it works properly it seems barely worth of notice, when something goes wrong one notices how easy it is for something to go wrong and, actually, how much there is that can go wrong.

With this comes a second consideration: I breath, walk, eat, rest, think by the grace of God. It is He who sustains my body and my health every moment. Health is not due to me, nor is it automatic. Non si muove foglia che Dio non voglia: not one leave moves, but God wills it.

The third, and last, reflection looks a bit further down the line, albeit how far I actually don’t know. The day of the Lord cometh like a thief in the night: and when it cometh, will it find me prepared?

We truly are dust. We just tend to forget it when everything works properly and health is a given.

Seen in this way, it is not so bad that one should receive, on occasion, a fitting reminder of his own mortality.


Crap & Darkness: Father Rosica And His Enablers.

We are informed that Father Rosica appears to be not only a plagiarist, but an outright liar.

His “advanced degree” from a college in Jerusalem is as fake news as fake news come. The college has confirmed as much, I think it was in Lifesite News but feel free to search around.

Some questions arise quite automatically:

1. Why has the Jerusalem college not corrected Rosica when he publicised his claim for years in both his Salt + Light CV and public persona, including a video? Where they simply not informed, or timorous of crossing a well-connected man?

2. What kind of people do the vetting for the new hirings in the Vatican? Inverted Monsignors? How can it be that a man is selected for a job with worldwide visibility and no-one checks his credentials? I detect the horrible stench of the homo lobby here. Or perhaps the incompetence is so stellar that they just believe what is told to them; but frankly, it seems to me that I being too good to those who had the responsibility for such activities.

I would love to know what checks have been made on Rosica before his hiring, by whom, with what outcome and what written trail there is of all that.

Who knows, this is the kind of stuff that gives you a better insight inside the workings of the homo mafia than three dozen of newspaper articles.


The Ultimate Sacrilege: Yuca-rist

With alarm I have read that the Evil Clown might be planning to pull another blasphemous, sacrilegious, heretical stunt and “allow” (rather: try to invent) a communion wafer made out of the Yuca plant for the joy of some indigenous population in some remote forest.

This obvious act of sacrilege and complete negation of the very basics of Christian thinking shows, if the rumours are true, the monstrous attitude of a monstrous Pope, to whom everything in Catholicism must be remade in the name of worldly values.

The Monstrous Pope clearly does not believe in God and in an immutable Truth, as his stunts on the Capital Punishment and the infidels’ religions “willed by God” clearly show. Nothing is safe, nothing is sacred, nothing is actually worth anything unless if can be put at the service of some earthly goal like his stupid ideas aboug social justice, equality, the environment etc.

Francis wants to die leaving as his legacy a huge “eff you” to the whole of Catholicism, and as he clearly does not believe in God it is obvious he is also not worried about what will happen to him if he dies unrepentant. He is now clearly bent on creating his own monument, consisting of a small, humble Francis around his huge, huge, stretched middle finger.

Even if the news were to prove untrue, the very fact that such an idea does not seem to anyone beyond the pale for a guy like Francis tells you everything you need to know about the crisis we are living.

A monstrous man sits on the sea of Peter. This is what must happen in the end when the Church decides it is time for an “aggiornamento” .

True or not, pray that a monstrous papacy like this one ends soon. It is bad enough what he has already done, and it will take a long time to repair everything when the man is gone. But let us hope the the list of the blasphemies does not get much longer.


The Creepy Smoke

And it came to pass that yours truly was inflicting a V II Mass on himself on Ash Wednesday, and the music was even more atrocious than usual: childish and effeminate at the same time. By the bye, no one “participated” in the singing, I think most offered their suffering to the Lord.

And then the thought striked me: what if these stupid Sixties songs had been childish and effeminate… for the specific reason of allowing the children to come near the priest, or the choir director? What if they had aimed at creating in young, but older boys a kind of sexual confusion, making them more vulnerable to predatory adults?

I know it sounds absurd, but these damn songs are so creepy and disturbing that such an intent cannot so easily be excluded, particularly as it become increasingly clearer how many homosexual people have gravitated around the Church in the last decades.

Am I being a tad paranoid? Maybe.

But at my age I begin to realise that when there is a creepy smoke, the perverted fire cannot be ruled out.


Keith Flint, Or: Count Your Blessings

Did you know who Keith Flint was? Neither did I.

Keith Flint , of a band called Prodigy, was one of the most famous rave “singers” in existence. I am not talking a niche product, either. 30 millions albums sold and every single album released very high in the UK charts.

Looking at older photos, a rather satanical type. However, they say he had changed. No drugs, no booze, a quiet existence in the country. Time to enjoy the prosperity and, perhaps, evolve as a human being.

Keith Flint committed suicide during the weekend. He wasn’t 50.

I do not know the details. I also do not know whether the drugs had gone for good. But as I read the news, which is rather prominent today, my first thought was this: a life without God is meaningless and empty.

We long for God. Everyone of us, though many are not consciously aware of it. Nothing else will give real peace and lasting happiness even in this life, much less in the next. Without God, everything is ultimately empty. Become a world famous “musician”, and you will have to take refuge in drugs. Sleep with an army of groupies, and all that will remain in the end is a deep spleen. Try, perhaps, to recover the “meaning of life” retiring in the countryside and cleaning up your act, and again the absurdity and uselessness of it all will assault you again and again. When you get all that the world has to offer (fame, admiration, luxury, women) but you don’t have God, you really have nothing.

And in fact, absolutely everything in the life of an atheist must reek of the same absurdity that has, very likely, crushed Mr Flint. If an atheist stops and reflects, he must recognise that nothing, in his life, has any value or meaning. Even the love for children and wife is, if there is no God, ultimately only a trick of a ruthless DNA – a DNA which does not care a straw for our ultimate destiny – to force us to do the only thing that matters: perpetuate itself; and the feelings of lurv are just the way he must admit he has been tricked.

I don’t know what was going on in the head of this world famous – if totally unknown to me – performer. But I will bet my pint on this: the emptiness of a life without God; an emptiness in which Satan could, probably without too much difficulty, introduce himself.

Spare me, please, all the rubbish about “perhaps he had a rare blood condition which, linked to some strange pollen in the air, triggered his desperate gesture”. If you believe that stuff, you are reading the wrong blog. Insane or culpable, has the Church always thought, and taught. Mr Flint is no exception.

Say your prayer for him, too. And thank God for the immense, unmerited, glorious gift of faith; a gift that makes you better off than the famous pop star with all his success, his money, and his groupies.

We who live in faith can barely conceive, I think, the immense void in the heart of the atheist, at least of the one who manages to stop and reflect about the meaning of things. Until events like this one reminds us of how blessed we are.

In your charity, pray for the poor wretch.

And count your blessings.


The Cardinal Has No Clothes

Dancing Dolan


The times when a Cardinal could do one thing and say another without consequences are rapidly ending. It is not that they are going to desist from their hypocritical behaviour; rather, they are going to be called on it much faster, and much more often.

Point in case: Cardinal Dolan, the Head Buffoon of the Church in the US.

This is the guy who has given scandals so many times in recent years one easily forgets half of them. He is happy to march together with inverted activist on St Patrick’s parade, has not problem in taking part to a scandalous Met Gala that mocks the church, and has refused to excommunicate Governor Cuomo for his support to the Goebbelsian law allowing infanticide in the State of New York. Actually, he ha attacked those who want the man excommunicated. A more useful idiot (or accomplice) has the world seldom had.

You would think one like that has at least the decency to shut up and not try to dress himself as moraliser, or conservative, or both.


Fat guy tweets his own reflection about the latest fake Synod and the feast day of St Peter Damian, clearly hoping to polish his “conservative” credentials with some conservative tweeting after actually doing nothing in real life.

The punishment is swift:  Michael Voris leads the charge, many others follow. The bad Cardinal is simply atomised. I am pretty sure he fondly remembers the day when being a Cardinal was enough to be as hypocritical as you want without well-known Catholic journalists replying with a request that you resign.

The Cardinal has no clothes, and not only his obesity, but his stunning hypocrisy are shown to the faithful in the crudest, and perfectly deserved, way.

I remember the time when there weren’t many places online where you could read open accusations of Cardinals and Bishops. One of those was, I must say, this little effort. But I must see, with great satisfaction, that the explicit language once the preserve of a handful of blogs has now become pretty much mainstream. I am also rather satisfied to report that the amount of messages criticising yours truly for criticising prelates has dwindled to almost zero. It appears that, in the end, the Catholic planet has opened its eyes.

The new wave of clerical sexual scandals, of which only a stupid prelate or Pope Francis can believe we are not at the very beginning, will continue this process. Nor can said stupid prelates (or evil Pope) hope that they will manage to contain and domesticate the narrative to one of “a handful of paedophile priests”, because the now unleashed faithful Catholics will remind the planet every day that the real problem is the great quantity of homosexual priests.  Actually (cough) St Peter Damian comes to mind.

There was a time when a high cleric (or a Pope; Benedict was actually exactly such a guy on several occasions) could afford to abet the agenda of the leftist nine days out of ten and then preserve his reputation of “conservative” with a tweet, an interview, an occasional decent episcopal appointment, or a rather isolated motu proprio. Those times have gone.

Cardinal Dolan will soon learn that being a party guy and power friend during the week, and a wannabe tweet hero on a Saturday, gets more and more uncomfortable. The time for these little PR tricks is gone. We, the pewsitter, will take care that it remains so.

I close with the words of Michael Voris in his answer to the Cardinal’s tweet:

Really want reform?




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