Monthly Archives: November 2019

Francis’ Total Trainwreck

Reader Catholic Muscle has alerted me to this, and it really makes for entertaining reading.

We have here the crumbling of an old, stupid man in front of questions that I would not even define “challenging” (I would call challenging questions like “are you homosexual?” “Are you A Socialist?” “Do you believe in the bodily Resurrection of Our Lord?” “Why did you allow Pachamama on the altar?” “What excuse do you have for not answering the Dubia?” and the like), but that go merely as far as, say, mention a certain Archbishop Vigano’.

Francis, who either was not prepared or, more likely, does not care to even prepare, proceeds to a series of self-goals that would be cringe worthy, if we did not already know the nature, attitude and character of the man.

Before I start, note this: the style, the articulation of this man can be defined “childish” at best, and “stupid” more appropriately. He just cannot talk, because he cannot think. Reading Francis is like reading the rant of some twelve years old who believes himself brilliant, but is mocked by his peers.

On the walls, the man is really so stupid that he wants us to equate a wall built to keep one’s own people prisoner, to the many walls (including his own!) that have always been built to keep the enemy out. Perhaps, at five, a child might struggle to understand the difference. But to make the comparison with adults really shows the stupidity of this sad individual.

On the riches, the man can only spout his trite socialist mantras. To him, it is a problem that there are rich people and, actually, rich people are the reason why there are poor people. Effing Commie. Had he an IQ higher than 22, he would understand that rich people make everybody around them better off. But no, he must be envious of those who had more than him when he grew up and became an adult. Because, my dear reader, you are clearly in front of a professional, lifelong scrounger, who obviously joined an order merely to have a solid, respected position in life, hating the hand that fed him for the majority of his remarkably evil existence.

Then we have “wymyn”, when the Holy Farter cannot see the difference between Christianity and Islam. I truly hope he does not accuse us one day for the women who have to endure genital mutilation. Still, in his usually stupid way, Francis goes for the applause here. Look at me. I am a feminist pope. Isn’t it grand?

It goes worse and worse from there, and I invite you to read the article in its entirety and the excellent arguments, and vast examples of past behaviour, that the always excellent Chris Ferrara makes against the man.

We get here into meltdown territory. We have attempts at self-defence that are so stupid, so childish, so arrogant that one really does not know whether the man is so stupid that he cannot do any better, or is so arrogant that he does not want to even make the effort of being better. 

Towards the end, we have the oh so ‘umble comparison of his ‘umble person with Our Lord. The stupidity and arrogance of this man reach their summit, at least for this interview. Once again, one wonders whether this is a pope or a guy still wearing shorts.

Please make the link posted above circulate. It is good that every Catholic you know sees the level of embarrassment this man subjects himself to, very possibly thinking he has been smart in the process.

This papacy has definitely become what I have been predicting for years: the progressive self-denunciation of a man too stupid, too arrogant, just too damn thick to understand the dig he has worked himself to, and unable to get out of it because unable to think any other way, and unable to show even a microscopic amount of that humility for which he praises himself so highly.

I hope he dies today.

I invite you to pray for this outcome, for the good of the Church we love.





Reasons To be Thankful


I wish with all my heart a happy Thanksgiving to all my (particularly US) readers.

I am reflecting now on the things that I am grateful for. Not to “the world”, or just grateful “in general”. No, I am thinking about what is that I am grateful to God for.

And it seems to me that the thing that, when I am on my death bed (and by extension, on this day), I will be most grateful for is my beautiful Catholic faith. I mean by this the mere fact – utterly unmerited, of course – of being born, baptised, and confirmed a Catholic.

God knows, if I had had the misfortune of being born in a Muslim family, I would now resolutely march towards almost assured damnation. If I had been born in an atheist household, I would likely be in possibly an even worse situation. If I had been born in a Protestant household, unless perhaps a very devout one, my chances of salvation would objectively not be the ones I have now, comfortably resting on the deck of the Barque of Peter.

Yes: the Barque of Peter is dirty, in dire need of maintenance, steered by a vulgar, drunken, cursing helmsman, and unable to stay the course in a halfway decent fashion whilst she is mercilessly shaken by the strong winds and the fierce waves of the secular society. But I know that the barque will never sink, and this is – in the great scheme of things – good enough for me, and a huge blessing.

Therefore, on the day of this beautiful tradition, I will not write about, and will try not to focus on, the thousand problem plaguing the Church, or the latest antics of the holy farter (hat tip to reader Sage Hart for this apposite nickname!).

No: on this day, I will pray my prayers of thanksgiving for the great grace of being a Catholic, and the great comfort of being a member of the One Church, no matter in what shape She may be today. I hope, one day, to be ferried by this Barque safely to ( I think) Purgatory, and from there, one wonderful day, to Heaven.  God has made His Barque such, that the helmsman will never be able to prevent Her from transporting to safety all those who are meant to be saved. On that day, the drunken helmsman will be totally irrelevant.

It is a great grace, to be a Catholic.

Let Francis drown in his own bile. Today, I will focus on the great gift he will never be able, with God’s grace, to take away from me.



Pope Fart Blathers About Atomic Weapons

It is well known that at times, even intelligent people need to adjust to new situations and put them in the proper contest.

When the Brits introduced the Longbow, the effects of its proper use were so devastating that voices were raised, asking to have them banned as contrary to the Doctrine of War. Of course, this was tosh, and common sense soon prevailed.

The same happened again when firearms were invented, and cannons introduced a devastation unknown to all previous generations of Christians. Once again, common sense prevailed in the end.

If, therefore, intelligent people can be taken aback by the invention of new weapons, it is not at all surprising that a stupid man like Francis would, almost three quarters of a century after Hiroshima, still think that atomic bombs are something contrary to Catholic doctrine.

The argument might have deceived even honest hearts in the Forties and Fifties, but it does not make any sense nowadays, when it is clear even to my squirrel that it was exactly atomic weapons that gave us the longest period of peace in the history of the West. Plus, even my squirrel’s buddy knows that, once the cat is out of the bag, you cannot put it back in again. If, say, the United States were to disarm and deprive themselves of atomic weapons, we would all be at the mercy of the first rogue regime who manages to get even rudimentary atomic bombs and rudimentary rockets to deliver them to us. The idea of a world without atomic weapons is, in this day and age, too stupid to even discuss it.

Trust, therefore, Francis to try to look good with this rubbish on his way back from Hiroshima. Francis thinks that it is bad to have atomic weapons. “Your government is bad, dear Brits, Americans and French. You need to disarm yourselves. Otherwise, how will North Korea be able to blackmail you all? They are Commies, you know. Quite after my liking!!”

Pope Francis should be nicknamed Pope Fart, as it seems that nothing else comes out of his three neurons when they start working very hard on something to say on the aeroplane.

As to his new idea that the Catechism should be changed to include his newest fart, one wonders why Pope Woke waited the seventh year of his pontificate to introduce Christianity to this novelty. This is pretty basic stuff. One would imagine that, if this is what he thinks, the issue would be a real emergency to him. But you see, this man decides his priorities as he goes along, and has never been interested in being logical or at least not appear stupid in the least. Plus, he was so busy crushing faithful Catholic orders, you see….

Keep farting, Evil Clown.

At this point, nothing you say has any traction.

It only stinks up the plane.



What Is The Use Of Cardinal Dolan?


Cardinal Dolan has, recently, again refused to excommunicate New York State Governor Mario Cuomo for his murderous – even for abortionists standards – abortion law. His reasoning: If Cuomo is not going to be moved by excommunication, what’s the use?

This logic is very interesting. Let us apply it to other situations of life.

If a thief, or a murderer, or a paedophile, want to continue thieving, or murdering, or raping children, what’s the use of jail sentences? If an adulterer lives in public sin and wants to continue to do so, what is the use of withholding communion and confession?

You might think that Cardinal Dolan is utterly and completely stupid, or that he has forgotten the basics of what he learned, many years ago, in seminary. I disagree with you. Let me give you my take.

Cardinal Dolan has lost his faith a long, long time ago. He does not believe in God. Therefore, he does not believe in the Sacraments. Therefore, he does not believe in the importance of withholding them when necessary, for the sake of the salvation of the person involved and in order to give the faithful reassurance that their pastors take the Sacraments seriously and are still are able to defend the faith.

When even a Protestant pastor publicly calls for a Cardinal to do his job, you know that something has gone terribly wrong. God forbid, this man were to become Pope. We would have a pathetic attempt at a comedy show instead of a Pontificate. Thankfully, it is improbable that a US American be made Pope. For now.

Dolan is sold to the world. He is a mediocre politician with no faith, no morals and no decency. His logic is self-defeating and a travesty of Catholicism. His inaction shames the entire Church. The shame is so obvious and evident, that even heretics must call him to… orthodoxy.

Who made this tool a Bishop? John Paul The Not-So-Great. Who made him Archbishop and Cardinal? Benedict The Coward.

The issues in the Church surely predate Francis. This guy is a perfect example of them.






Wasted Lives

We can all see, around us, a lot of wasted lives. The potheads and petty criminals, the scroungers, the beggars and the good-for-nothing, that sort of people. They are on trains and buses, on the street and on underground carriages.

You look at them and think: “what a waste”.

But there is, at the opposite end, another kind of wasted life. Less evident, for sure, but much more insidious. I am talking of the wasted lives of some extremely rich people.

Let us say that you have amassed a huge fortune through business acumen, intelligence, resilience in the face of adversity, and sheer hard work. You are clearly very capable, and now your vast wealth allows you to be an authentic force for good. You could – besides clothing the poor and give food to the hungry, which I am sure you do – start donating to worthy causes: those who fight against abortion, or the rampant perversion endemic in our lives. You could help countless people to discover Christianity, helping the work of evangelization of many priests and missionaries with a brave and devout heart. You could help stemming the tide of irreligiousess in our own Countries.

There is an awful lot you could do.

Instead, you bow to the mantras of modern Western stupidity, and make of an imaginary environmental emergency the focus of your charitable activity. You support abortion, and all sorts of perversions. You even apologise for things you have done right in the past, but are inconvenient to you now that you are embarking in your next vanity project.

Why? Because you think that you can buy the Presidency of the United States. And if not, you still think it worth it to allow yourself this last, big push for the aggrandizement of your own ego. One or two billions of dollars spent on the endeavour would be nothing to you. You have more than fifty of those, and at 77 you know your own mortality is staring at you in the face with alarming frequency. Heck, it’s clearly the last go at the toy you want. So you apologise, say what people want to hear, and prepare to set up the most expensive electoral machine the world has ever seen.

In the meantime, Mr Bloomberg, around one million babies will be killed in their mother’s womb in the electoral year alone, and they need people like you to put your financial muscle on the side of their little lives.

You are rich and powerful, Mr Bloomberg. You are certainly intelligent and business savy.

But to me and to many like me, who do not measure people with the scale of the world, you are – in what really matters – not so different from the pothead and the scroungers.

Because, Mr Bloomberg, you are clearly a wasted life in the eyes of Christianity.

Girls Weeping Too Late


Moonbattery has the article, and the article has a shocking video.

I will not join the choir of sympathy for the crying girl. Not, that is, if she thinks like the majority of young women nowadays. I do am in solidarity with the others, but hey, this is the fight the Lord has given them, and they better fight it hard.

A girl who considers it normal that some people be, as they say, “gay”, deserves just what is happening to the crying girl here. A girl who considers a pervert “born that way” will have to draw the consequences of her own thinking.

What is happening in this video has not magically come to pass from nothing, because some pervert woke up in the morning and decided a boy should change in the locker room of the girls.  It has come to pass because of the millions of young women – and their parents – actually supporting the agenda of these people.

What is happening is clear. Millions of people – girls, boys, parents; albeit I see most of this stuff in women – have decided to be oh so sensitive towards the deviant, because they thought it would never affect them directly. Tough luck, girls. It is time to learn a lesson: Satan does not allow you to support him from a distance. He will exact his tribute. He will come straight to you, invade your life and your intimate sphere, endeavour to pervert you in your simplest thinking processes, make you get accustomed to what we have seen in this video.

It is a bit late to cry now, girl. Now you will have to get the dangling dong of this disgusting individual in front of you every day. Good! It will remind you, every day, of the insanity of gender theory. 

There can be no middle way between sanity and insanity. The stupidity of “what harm do they do to you” is being unmasked in the most spectacular of ways. As always, the Lord shows us the error of our ways and the consequences of sin. It is providential, and very fitting, that a society that has allowed the gender madness to happen be punished in this way, then God will not be mocked. 

Make no mistake: this madness is very likely to spread for a while. It will cause a lot of pain, because the atheist, stupid society of the XXI Century will struggle to get to grips with its own madness, torn between the love for their girls and the desire to feel good and inclusive with which they have allowed themselves to be brainwashed so that they can feel good with themselves. Feeling good with oneself is the XXI Century’s surrogate of religion, and it is deeply embedded in Western societies; therefore, there will be a lot of pain.

I have no sympathy for the average american girl out there. The average american girl out there says “gay” like I say “cold”, or “cloudy”.

Well, get some of that gayness in your locker room now.

Let’s see how gay it makes you.






FrancisCandidate Butt-Igg-Igg Has No Chance

The Primaries are getting nearer, and the Homo FrancisCandidate Buttigieg (remember! It’s Butt-igg-igg! He is always very particular about it!) is slowly emerging as the first one behind…  the first three. This makes some headlines, because the guy is a sodomite, and the leftist press loves to write about sodomites.

So, let us see in a very factual way what the chances of this guy (they never tell us if he is “the girl”; but there are things you are better off not knowing…) are.

He is the first a long distance after three candidates with some distinctive traits: very old (Biden), very leftist (Warren), or both (Sanders). Warren might tank when the primaries go to the Southern States on Super Tuesday. Joe’s state of brain decomposition is worrying even his dog, and the problems he has (Ukraine, China, and general hair-sniffing creepiness) make of him an ideal adversary for Trump. Sanders has been endorsed by three quarters of the Squad and is, therefore, dead for electoral purposes. Apart from the fact that he could be…. really dead at any point during the campaign that already gave him a heart attack.

This is, I think, another reason why Butt-igg-igg attracts attention: he could be the Comeback Fag if the other three start to implode.

Still, Pete has no chance.

Whilst he keeps increasing his support among Whites looking for the next way to signal virtue, Blacks do not have the same mentality. The guy would be trounced by the Southern blacks, and would be ignored by the non religious ones. There is no chance that he can suddenly win the Black vote, and with that there is no chance that he may ever win this election, however strong his support among Whites and, one day (I am being generous here), Latinos. The guy is running on, so to speak, a “fashion factor”, because Butt Damage is fashionable nowadays. But no, his “brand” is such that it will only appear to a well-defined segment of the voting population.

Plus, he is number four. This means that three other candidates still gather much more support than him. Even if they were to implode (say: Biden goes out of the race, Sanders dies, Warren is impaled by a mob of angry, real Redskins), Buttigieg would only be the bad surrogate of already not viable candidates.

Not good, Pete.

Lastly, I wanted to mention a non-candidate (yet): Michael Bloomberg. Whilst he has not yet announced, I think he will run. I do not think he has any chance against Trump (Bloomberg is too rich, too elitist, too nanny-ing, too much of an enemy of the Second Amendment, and even too much of an Enviro-Nutcase). Still, the man is very rich, and he will spend vast amounts of his own money in the Southern States. Come Super Tuesday, Buttigieg will have to fight against another candidate who is still more electable than he is, and who has the money to let everybody know.

It’s not happening.

Still, Pete The Butt has already achieved what he wanted: he has propelled himself from relative obscurity to the limelight of White Progressive Journalism, where a small number of people are persuaded that the entire nation thinks like them and even cares about what they write. It will be enough for higher office than Mayor one day.

There is a future for Pillow Biter Pete.

Just not at the White House.





Pachamama Logic: Meet The People Francis Likes

I am writing this with almost daily frequency now, but it is really as if we were living in a parallel universe.

In two days Francis managed to meet a so-called “Anglican” dyke who fights to make it a criminal offence to help a homosexual to get back to normal,  and a Muslim leader who wants to kill those who convert to Christianity. 

So, Francis loves dykes and homos, but he also loves those who – whilst the imam did not say this explicitly – throw them from the roofs. He talks of inter religious dialogue, but then he meets those whose dialogue with converts to Christ is limited to killing them unless they deny Him.

What do we make of this? Two things.

The first: Francis lives in a logic-free space, where no shame or decency have ever existed. He probably knows it and, if he does, he certainly enjoys it. It is like being a very powerful child of three, able to throw all the toys you want out of the pram without consequences.

The second: this man hates Christianity in general, and Catholicism in particular. He will like you if, and exactly because, you hate Christianity and Its values. He will promote dialogue with you if you deny Christ. He will meet you if you do all you can to fight against common sense and Christian culture.

This explain the “logic” of this guy. Whether it is the pagan cult of Pachamama, wannabe Convert-killing Imams, atheist journalists like Scalfari, or society-perverting dykes, he will like you if you hate, despise or adverse Christianity, all the while raging against us, “rigid” Catholics, and comparing us to Nazis.

You would think the Bishops and Cardinals aren’t blind, deaf, and stupid? You would think there is still a number of them that is decent enough to react to this, and who are afraid for their own salvation enough to realise that there must be a reaction? You would think the pagan idolatry within the Vatican, and pagan symbols on the altar during mass (this is even worse than Assisi!) caused some of them to finally wake up and condemn Francis? Think again.

It is not enough to condemn the statues of Pachamama. Those statues did not find their way to the Vatican because of some strange magic. They were there because Francis ordered them to be there, in full knowledge of what they are. Similarly, Francis obviously did know that the plant and earth he had put on the altar are alternative symbol of the same pagan deity.

All this is clear enough to our Cardinals and Bishops. I am not sure the Lord will have mercy on them when they die.

Brave New World, Drink Your Medicine!

I love reading these stories.

The best way to expose the madness of gender theory is, actually, apply it. 

Let all those who preach to “support” the idea that one can change his sex practice what they preach, and let us see how much they like it.

I hope that female sport will be utterly and completely annihilated in every discipline. The PC troops need to drink their bitter medicine to the full, if there is to be any hope of getting healthy again. 

Still, only those with a functioning brain will call it “annihilation”. All the others will have to shut up, because they are hypocrites, or actually deny that any annihilation has taken place, as all the freak shows dominating every aspect of the once female disciplines will, actually, be considered “females”.

The sad, confused individual, the object of the linked article, said it, albeit involuntarily, very well:

 “we are either full and equal women or not”

This guy (or whatever he has mutilated himself to at this point; I don’t even want to know) is either a man, or a woman. There can be nothing in the middle.  

I hope this spreads everywhere. From the traditional athletics disciplines to tennis, soccer, you name it.

When the reaction comes, it will have to be based on sanity.

Because you can’t call a man who castrated himself an “imperfect female”, and fills himself with hormones on his way to probable suicide, an “inferior female”. The world does not accept this kind of “discrimination”.

Therefore, it will have to be either madness, or sanity.

Drink of this cup, XXI Century.

Who knows: it might do you good.



“Did He Steal A Kiss?” Walt Disney In The Age Of #Metoo



It had to happen. 

In the Age Of Insanity, wholesome thinking must be branded as outdated, which is the stage before “offensive” and, in time, “phobic”.

Walt Disney, for a long time now clearly a force for evil, is going explicitly against the movies that made the fortune of the company. It is not surprising that they are now thinking of “remakes” of the same movies with all sorts of deviant people.

The Walt Disney Company is trying to either pervert your children, or make them accustomed to perversion at a young age; like the children in Sodom must have been, before God put an end to the entire show.

Take the original Snow White. In this wonderful movie for people of every age, a very young Snow White is seen praying for a husband. Imagine that! Young girls must, surely, be protected from such a nefarious influence? How can a modern, “woke” woman, probably already divorced once or twice and with (pardon my French) a cock count in the dozens, even imagine subjecting her girl to th… the… Pa… Patr…. Patriarchy? God forbid! Her young girl must be taught to go to university, ramp up her (cough…) cock count at a young age to “affirm her sexuality”, “learn” some useless discipline that will make her perfectly useless for the rest of her life, get accustomed to wake up in the morning with one thousand grievances and, in general, become just a replica of her mother, but even more easily “triggered”.  We can’t have any of that wholesome stuff here! You never know: little girl could grow up and realise what a woman her mother is!

And what about the male protagonist in the movie? One of the dwarfs asks her whether the Prince “stole a kiss” from her. I can’t wait for the #metoo Bitch Troops asking for the immediate arrest and utter destruction before trial of the poor dwarf, for the suggestion alone!  Actually, this would be material for countless useless doctoral theses, written by equally useless “woke” feminists, explaining to the world that such movies “perpetuate violence against women”, or such like rubbish. Alas, Snow White is not “triggered” at all when the dwarf asks the question. She actually goes on to sing a beautiful song, that is so “unwoke” it must trigger every modern Woke Bitch in no time!  What dark, dark times those must have been!

We are really living in an upside down world. It behooves all of us – those who have children and those who don’t – to contribute to a world in which children are helped to grow up in a sane, normal, wholesome environment. Actually, Walt Disney might be helping us, as the products they brand as “outdated” are actually indicating to parents that they are safe and good for their children! The irony must, surely, not escape such a woke Company.

Walt Disney, the old company, has done much for the world.

I wonder what old Walt would think, if he saw what his wonderful creation has become.






“church Of Nice” Celebrates World Kindness Day

Frankie is seen here celebrating World Kindness Day



This would have been a joke only a few decades ago. 

The Catholic Church feels the need to parrot the world, adopting a “day” that was “created” by a group of obscure NGOs some twenty tears ago. I wonder what kind of people the promoters are on… all the other days of the year.

In Her two thousand year long history, the Church has never felt the need to have a “world kindness day”. Firstly, the Church is concerned primarily with heaven, and therefore celebrates Her angels, saints, martyrs, etc.  Secondly, kindness is easily misunderstood, misused or even perverted. If one lives in a religious frame of mind, his kindness will be completely different – and will often manifest in very different ways – than the purely emotional “kindness” of the worldly man; which, more often than not, is just a celebration of everything that is wrong in order to celebrate oneself for one’s own… kindness.

The kindness of the world helps people to go to hell. And when it doesn’t, it is often just emotional tosh.

According to this site (boy: who pays for this rubbish?) treating yourself to a cup of coffee is an act of kindness. They must know. They have written the list.

Let us say it again: there is a kind of kindness that helps people – including the “kind” giver of “kindpliments” – to go to hell. There is a kind of kindness that reinforces people in their sin, often scandalous sin, which in these times can be perversions and abominations our Christian ancestors did not even dare to mention. But hey, we are so kind, aren’t we?

The atheist missionary goes to hell. Imagine the pit of the atheist donor of coffees to himself!

At least, Accomplice Emeritus gets that the small acts of kindness “make a person pure” (in itself, another big piece of tosh: congratulations, Accomplice Emeritus! You are well on your way to Francification!) only if accompanied by truth and love; but I very much doubt that Francis The Apostate gets even that.

To Francis, being kind must mean that your orthodox religious order gets massacred more slowly than the FFI.

And now please excuse me, I need my morning cup of coffee.

Yeah, I know.

I am so, so kind…

69 Judases

69 US Bishops have voted against considering abortion a “preeminent” issue in the US society.

Let that sink in.

After you have recovered from the shock, consider whether you agree with me on the following:

1. A Bishop who does not consider the issue of abortion “preeminent” is not worthy not only of being a Bishop, but of being a priest. He (or she…) should be defrocked at once. Who knows, it might help him to avoid hell one day.

2. One would really like to know what are, then, the issues that our 69 Judases consider preeminent. Methinks, they would be modern mantras like state-paid health care, social justice, or even the environment. Sorry, my dear baby. You will have to die, because carbon emissions are such a hot issue right now….

3. One would also like to know, firstly, who these Judases are; and secondly, who the heck appointed them. I would not be surprised in discovering that Francis’ appointments are overrepresented. But really, in the world of V II Bishops – to use an Italian expression – “the cleanest has scabies”.

Alas, such is the scale of the trouble in the Pachamama church Francis is trying to impose on us; poor, godless, stupid, apostate scoundrel that he is.

But remember this: we live in the age of Twitter and Facebook, an age in which statements that seem fashionable today stay in the ether forever.

The 69 atheist Judases had better be old, and hope that they kick the bucket before sanity comes back and their comfortable, cushioned existence gives way to public ignominy, defrocking and discovery of who knows what scandals (talking to you, Mr “nighty-night”….).

An eternity in hell will not be pleasant, for sure; but the small satisfaction of knowing that they have feasted and scrounged at the expense of Holy Mother Church will stay with them forever.

Die soon, Judases.

Unless you repent, which is highly doubtful, you belong in the pits of hell, in the company of your eponymous hero; the one, I mean, for whom Christ was not “social” enough.

Enough With The Interviews, Cardinal Burke!

Athanasius refuses to obey a heretical Pope. Is he in Schism? No. He is Catholic.

Lefebvre refuses to close a Seminary, or appoints new Bishops, because he needs to do so in order to keep safeguarding the integrity of the Church. Is he in Schism? No. He is Catholic.

Twenty (or fifteen, or eighteen) Cardinals refuse to go on with an apostate Pope, denounce his heresy and apostasy, and declare him deposed. Are they in Schism? No. They are Catholic.

You can never be in schism from the Truth you are protecting. If the pope is on the wrong side, it is no schism to be on the other one. On the contrary, it is the Pope who tries to carry almost the entire “institutional” Church in schism with him, in a process similar to what we have seen in the time of Athanasius.

Cardinal Burke tries to defend his inaction by stating that he does not want to cause a Schism. He is wrong. He should, if you ask me, rather say that the idea of living in a modest home, deprived of all rank fro the Vatican, and depending on the donations of the Catholics who side with Truth, is unsavoury to him.

Things have come to a point where even comparisons with Honorius pale in front of the brazeness of Jorge Bergoglio. If it made sense for Athanasius to just ignore the Pope and go his own way – something, I am sure, Burke would call a Schism, as Athanasius and Eusebius both appointed bishops with territorial competences, – this can certainly not be said of today, when a word whispered in the ear of the Francisbishop (that he better disappear, if he wants to remain in one piece; yes, in those times niceness was not a religion) has zero chances of working in real life.

Burke needs to condemn this Pope, with the support of no matter how many Cardinals (zero, or three dozen) can be found. He needs to do it firstly, because he said he would, and secondly, because he sends clear signals that he fully understands that Francis is a heretic and an apostate.

That Francis needed to correct his errors or be denounced is not something I invented. It is something he said himself. The situation is now even worse than after Amoris Laetitia, and it can be reasonably said that it is worse because of his inaction. Had the Dubia Cardinals followed on their clear threat, we would very likely not be at this point. The shepherds are waiting for the wolf to die whilst the sheep are slaughtered, and this is not what a shepherd is supposed to do.

Burke not only sees the gravity of the situation, but he regularly signals that he very well does so. The only thing he seems utterly unable to do is, actually, act.

God forbid, this one becomes the next Pope! Chances are that apostasy will spread everywhere within the Church and pachamamas will be spotted in countless churches in south america, whilst the man reassures us that he sees everything and does, as is his custom, nothing.

Enough with the interviews, Your Grace.

Apostasy has come to the very top.

Will you act?

The Ruthless Assassin And The Heretical Pope

I will keep this as short as I can because it’s late and I am tired, but I feel that I cannot go to sleep before writing this.

Let us say a man – a known criminal, of sound mind – is seen on the street killing three children in cold blood, in broad daylight, because they did not say “good morning!” to him.

There is no doubt he is an assassin. If the place where he lives has the death penalty (or Capital Punishment, if you want to be theologically exact), there is no reasonable doubt that he deserves it.

Is he, then, on the moment, an assassin? He certainly is. When one kills unjustly, that is, assassinates someone else, he is, ipso facto, an assassin. He is already that, before the need for any sentence.

Can he, therefore, be lynched? Of course not.

Even the obvious fact, already happened, of the assassination – and the fact that this man has, by his act, lost the right to live – must be ascertained and declared in the proper manner, by the proper authority. When this happens, the factual assassin is declared a legal assassin and punished as such. In the factual order, the assassination has already happened, and the assassin has been already such from the moment of the crime. But the declaration of such crime – the one that has consequences on his legals status: say, on his right to be free, or to live in the first place – only happens later. The sentence that states that the man is an assassin has a declaratory effect. It declares as assassin someone who, factually, has been an assassin since the time of the assassination. If he were to never be condemned, he would still die an assassin; but only a factual, not a legal one.

This is not difficult to understand, and it happens every day in various circumstances. If President XYZ (say: Clinton, or Obama) commits an impeachable offence, he is not deprived ipso facto of his rank. However, his offence is such that he can be declared to have committed such an offence and, therefore, can be deprived of his office. But it’s not for you or me to decide that he is not the President of the United States anymore.

You understand where I am going with this.

There can be no reasonable doubt that Francis has apostatised. I think that no reasonable Catholic would disagree with the statement that he has, with his behaviour, violated the First Commandment, like Marcellinus before him.

However, it is not for you or me to decide that he is not Pope, just as it is not for me or you to decide that Bill Clinton’s Presidency ended on a certain day, when he first committed perjury.

We do not know much of the trial that was held against Marcellinus. But one thing we know: he presented himself to the trial as the Pope. We can also have different opinions about the offence committed by Honorius, but it is a fact that he was condemned after his death, and still remained Pope until his death. John XXII, another obvious heretic, also died as Pope. Mind here that John XXIII maintained an obviously heretical (in the common usage of the term; please spare me the discussion) position until very shortly before his death, but was still allowed to remain the Pope and seen by everybody as such.

It is not for us to lynch the assassin, much less to declare Francis deposed. It is, however, for us to cry from the roofs that the man has clearly apostatised, and that he must be declared such – with the consequences of the case – by the relevant tribunal. Which is, obviously, no one of us, but is widely believed to be either an imperfect council called by enough quality bishops to make it qualitatively credible as Catholic, or a declaration by a smaller but, again, credible number of quality Cardinals, able to carry the voice of orthodoxy on their shoulders in a credible way.

It is as simple as that.

Whatever horrible acts Pope Formosus had committed (and to my knowledge the Church ended up, after a number of reverses and counter reverses, confirming his condemnation; but it’s too late to go and check and it is ultimately irrelevant anyway), the fact remains that he died a Pope, as we would say today, “in good standing” and, if memory serves, his acts were not even condemned by his successor, but by a successive pope (Stephanus VI). In fact, Stephanus’ unusual, but very “media effective” decision to have him trialled as a corpse dressed in his papal robes was exactly the confirmation that the one so accused was Pope.

Do not be confused by the apparent contradiction between an apostate pope and a pope in office. The man keeps remaining in office, until it is declared that he has – with acts committed in the past – renounced to it. This is why Pope Formosus was first trialled as Pope, and only after the sentence declaring his deposition had the three fingers of his right hand amputated, symbolising his unworthiness of giving a papal blessing.

This is the only reasonable way to look at it, and it appears (see the examples above) to have been consistently followed in the past.

Stray from this common sense approach, and you will find yourself believing that a quisque de populo can decide who is and who is not Pope. Which can be convenient, or – in these astonishing times – even consoling and, in a very dangerous way, deceptively reassuring; but certainly isn’t Catholic.

Francis needs to be declared an apostate and deposed, just in the same way as the assassin needs to be declared an assassin and, in case, executed. The one and the other could get away with it in this life. The one and the other will not escape the final judgement. God in His Goodness will remedy this situation at the time He has appointed.

For the time being, we remain, decidedly, no Popemakers.




Mundabor Pro Domo Sua


Many a site I visit on the Internet (Catholic or not) has one of those pop-up windows who suddenly get, literally, in your face and ask for money.

I wish I had the possibility of installing such a pop-up window.

It would not ask for money, at least not directly.

It would ask for a “Hail Mary” for the salvation of the author’s soul. Perhaps once a year (during Advent, or Holy Week) it would also ask for Masses being offered for the salvation of the same.

I do not have (that I know of) the ability of having such a window installed. But I still have a blog, so there:

I ask my readers, if they like my posts, to say, before or after reading one, a “Hail Mary” for the salvation of this wretched sinner.

I also wonder whether the one or other would, if they liked the blog posts I have written during the year, offer a Mass for me. This can be done easily online at sites like Aid to the Church in Need, also helping some poor priest living in financial straits, and often in danger, in the Third World.

I do not request or demand anything. I write my blog primarily so that the Blessed Virgin may look on me with favour, and help me in the hour of my death. No-one owes me anything, and I promise you that you will never read, on this blog, “appeals” on the lines of “unless you give me money this site might close”.

This little effort is for you to enjoy and perhaps profit from, and it is written, literally, gratis et amore Dei. It is written so that one day, when the call comes, I may say, together with all of us, “Presente!”.

Still, I cannot help thinking that Masses offered for me from people I do not even know will please heaven, both for myself and for the donor of the Mass, more than the Masses I offer for myself (I do that, too); and it is a consolation to think that one day, perhaps on my death bed, I will be comforted by the idea that many Masses have been offered for my salvation, perhaps more than I could have reasonably offered for myself.

And this is why today I dare to ask my readers – even without the pop-up window – to try to take the habit of saying a Hail Mary for me either before or after reading my blog post; and, (but only if they are assiduous readers and have enjoyed reading my blog during 2019), to consider offering a Mass for me, a wretched sinner, as a “thank you” for some 250 yearly blog posts.

It is not often that I ask something strictly for myself.

Today is one of those times.

I leave the matter to your good heart; and may we all, one day, rejoice together in a place of perfect joy, without the Francises and all the abominations of our days.

“Knock it Off! We Are Not Stupid!”” Francis Exposed Even By Jesuits

Miserere nobis, Domine


I had never heard, until yesterday, of Father Mitch Pacwa, SJ. He has a show on EWTN. Whilst a Jesuit, he appears to, actually, be a Catholic.

Father Pacwa went strongly against Pachamama, and did not not mince words. If you copy and paste the link, you will get the show itself. I have not listened to the entire show, but our part starts at around 31:30, when Father speaks of his experiences in Peru. What he refers is an astonishing mixture of Paganism as the main actor and a pseudo Christianity with, so to speak, a walking part.

Make no mistake, this mixture must be known to Francis, as more and more testimonies from South America are emerging that confirms that the cult of pachamama is spread over there. It can, certainly, be that the idolatry takes different forms regionally. But there can be no doubt that something that is adored as an idol in some parts will be adored as the same idol in other parts, and that Francis very well knows that.

So there we have it: we have a pope that openly, publicly, unashamedly promotes pagan idols, and apologises to its followers when good Christians actually remove the idols from a church. 

If this does not deserve the stake, I don’t know what does. 

Also, please reflect on this: Father Pacwa describes a hierarchy composed of “gods of the mountains” first, “pachamama” (goddess of the earth) below them, and Jesus, Mary and the Saints below Pachamama. Is such a hierarchy not perfectly consistent with the beliefs of a man who refuses to genuflect in front of the Blessed Sacrament, denies the Divine nature of Our Lord whilst on earth, and – most recently – denies His bodily Resurrection? Actually, it seems to me that the behaviour is in line with this idolatry, and the only thing that speaks against it is that this man appears to have no faith at all, and the Pachamama stuff might just be the way he chooses to anger you like the stupid child he is.

It is an unreal time, in which the pope himself encourages and practices the adoration of pagan idols, and must be told to “knock it off” by, of all people, a Jesuit.

Father Pacwa makes another observation: the prayer to Pachamama appeared on the internet site of an Italian mission organisation (imagine that!) was very probably there without the knowing of the Italian Bishops, and was the work of some, as he himself says, apparatchik trying to smuggle pagan idolatry in the middle of Catholicism. I thought the same when I read the prayer some time ago. Still, it now behooves the Italian Bishops to apologise, remove every trace of the idolatrous prayer and very public state that this will not be allowed to happen again.  

We are talking of open idolatry here, not of some prelates saying something which, on a bad day, might be interpreted in the wrong way.



Oh, Blessed Flatulence!



And it came to pass that I read of another appeal to the world (but, actually, only to the West), to change our sinful ways against goddess Gaia. This time, no less than eleven thousand “scientists” explained to us that we are really, really, really in an emergency and, unless we want to die, we will have to avoid being born. The eleven thousand (who, I think, were, every single one of them, actually born) pontificated about how necessary it is to change our ways and reduce our numbers.

They fell short, I think, of mentioning Adolf. But I am sure that he is near to their beneficent hearts. 

I wonder if, by this reduction, they meant a massive reduction of the Chinese or Indian population. I actually think they meant, mainly, us; because, in case you don’t know, these people hate Whites with a passion, and want them gone. 

Being the friendly nature that I am, encouraged by this reading, and endowed with a typically Italian sunny disposition, I decided to take prompt action. 

On the way home from work, I proceeded to steer the fresh meat counter at the local supermarket, and bought a massive rumpsteak. The thought of the Co2 caused by the animal privileged with giving me such a tasty nourishment was already causing a happy sense of anticipation. 

Once home, I proceeded to cook the rumpsteak “New York style” (then it should not be said that I hate everything that comes from there, particularly now that Trump has moved his official residence to Florida). A small mountain of butter was ready to be melted in the pan and, and the appropriate time, repeatedly poured over the cooking steak, again and again, as the flavour of the melted butter mixed in perfect harmony with the smell of the juicy, savoury steak. 

I left (as you do) the steak rest a while after the end of the procedure, then we all non-Gaia people know that the juices must have the time to uniformly spread within the steak, improving its taste and tenderness. When the time was ripe, I proceeded to prepare a beautiful, very anti-Greta dish with a side of mashed potatoes. I confess, here, that I did not know how anti-potatoes the Eleven Thousand are; but I reflected that it is only a matter of time until they are against potatoes, too. I suspect, though, that Kale will be fine. 

The melted butter over the steak was a sight for tired eyes. The first delving of the knife into the buttery delight revealed a tender, juicy, medium-cooked consistency that promised a great deal of enjoyment. I proceeded, not without some trepidation, to introduce the first mouthful to my eagerly awaiting taste buds. 

Oh, blessed flatulence! Oh, generous ungulate! How much you both, working together over many months, have made this miracle possible! 

I focused, with almost mystical devotion, on the huge amount of Co2 that the animal who gave me this steak must have caused during the process of its slow formation. I tried to picture the ugly face of Greta cringing at the idea, and visualised her just there, very near the source of those “emissions” she loathes, in self-righteous pain. I made a mental image of the Eleven Thousand, crying in anguish every time my knife proceeded to isolate another delightful piece of environmentally sinful nourishment, as the meaty and buttery pleasure alternated with the simple, earthy savour of my side dish. Perhaps should I search the internet for the kind of side dish that causes most Co2 emissions? I owe it to the Eleven Thousand, surely? 

In due time, the meal had run its course, washed by the red wine never absent from the table of the sensible Italian. I felt pleasantly sated, and satisfied with the good feeling of having, actually, done something good for the Planet. I closed the meal with a small glass of Whiskey; sipping it very slowly, one drop at a time, as is the custom of my people, and wondering to what extent I was, with that little, simple gesture, contributing to World Happiness by angering Adolf’s Sturmtruppen.

I really need to become more environmentally aware, because those lunatics are something that concerns us all.

And so my meal went to its appointed end, and I felt sated, satisfied, at peace with the world, and conscious of my active contribution to conscious Co2 emissions for the day. 

But I need to do more. 

We all do. 

Greta and the Eleven Thousand make it necessary that we do so.  






Mr Rousseau Meets South American “Good Savages”.

Well, it looks like the myth of the “good savage” has taken another massive blow.

We all knew the likes of Inca and Aztecs practiced ritual sacrifice of their human victims, before the oh so cruel Western, Christian Civilisation blessedly descended upon them. But I must admit that the sacrifice of hundreds of their own children in the same graveyard is something that even I, who consider savages, actually, savages, was not prepared for.

It all goes back to the simple concept of Original Sin. Left to itself, the human race has the potential for great cruelty, and whenever God is forgotten and the Christian influence on people is lessened, savagery rears its ugly head – in one way or another – again.

The Holocaust is an obvious example. Another case of modern savagery is all around us, sanctioned by our laws just in the way the Aztecs or Inca sanctioned their own massacres: abortion.

And in fact, the savagery of hundreds of children killed because of the savages’ superstitions seems, to me, on par with the savagery of killing, in the United States alone, roughly one million babies a year because their mothers do not wish to be encumbered with them.

It truly makes the Aztecs almost look civilised. But make no mistake: they weren’t.

Sorry to inform you, Mr Rousseau, but the savages were not good. They were, actually, savage. You were, likely, the first in a long series of politically correct dummies selling our own civilisation down the river, because of your desire to feel good with yourself as you bitch against everybody else.

God knows you have many followers nowadays. Like you, they don’t care about facts and common sense. It’s feeling good with oneself that counts.

Savages kill children. Godless people kill children. Cruel regimes kill children.

But it’s our very own, great Christopher Columbus that is considered the bad guy, and the symbol of oppression.

Bishop Schneider Accuses Francis Of Violating The First Commandment


This is not the expected call of an Imperfect Council but, as rebukes go, this is quite something.

Besides praising the Pachamama heroes for exactly the action for which Francis has “apologised” to pagans and fake Catholics the world over, the Bishop gives Francis a double one on the nose.

Firstly, Schneider openly states that Francis is “the first who should condemn such acts (the veneration of Pachamama) and do reparation”.

Secondly, the Bishops openly states that Francis’ soul, as well as the souls of those who perpetrated such acts of worships, is in danger of hell.

Again, this is not the start of a Crusade. However, this is vastly better than the acts of all those Bishops (there was one from Brazil last week) who think they can be orthodox from one corner of their mouth whilst they praise Francis from the other.

If I remember correctly, Bishop Schneider is firmly in the “Francis cannot be deposed” camp, and it is therefore unlikely that he will ever join the calls for an imperfect Council. I also note that, as one of thousands of bishops, his position is, factually, far weaker than the one of a Cardinal (like, say, Burke or Brandmueller).

Still, I can say this: at least one Catholic Bishop has remained to us.

Not very many keeping him company, I am afraid.



Creepy Joe Loses Again On His Way To Certain Defeat


Joe Biden – asked again about the priest who refused to give him communion – said, again, that he does not talk about it. After which, he proceeded to… talk about it, accusing the priest of having “gone to the press” and stating that pope Francis does give him Communion.

My dear Creepy Joe: Francis wants to give communion to Protestants, adulterers, shamans in the forest, probably even cats and dogs! It is really no surprise that he has allowed a fake Catholic like you to receive Holy Communion! These days receiving Communion from pope Francis is not a sign of distinction, but a sign of suspicion.

If Biden thinks this incident is going to be soon forgotten, he is mistaken. This has put abortion square into the public debate, and it will not need many other incidents like this one to make of abortion a permanent fixture of the primary season. Every time the man is known to have received communion, the brave priest who denied it to him will be remembered. Every time he mentions abortion in debates and tries his tired excuse of being personally opposed to… slavery but feeling he has no right to …. prevent other people from owning slaves, the Catholic listeners will be reminded of this. It might be only 3, 4 or 5% of them that decided not to vote for him, but this is still a permanent damage for him and, perhaps more importantly, a permanent place for the slaughter of innocents in the coming campaign.

I hope that Trump picks up on this, and does not get tired of putting abortion front and centre in the political debate in the months coming to the elections. It will be a heavy blow to the Democrats if Biden himself wins the nomination, but it will still help with the Southern Blacks and the Latino vote if someone else does. If Trump manages to sway even only 2 or 3% of each voting block with this argument, it will be a great victory not only for himself (he will likely win anyway) but for the unborn in the US and elsewhere.

In the meantime, Creepy Joe Biden will keep saying that he does not talk about his being such an obscene type of Catholic that he is denied communion, before taking the worst possible excuse for it any Catholic can imagine.

Dear “Quid pro Joe”, I have bad news for you: Francis is a losing card. Appealing to him as a credential of Catholicism is not going to bring you one additional vote. But you are going to lose anyway, so in the end it’s all the same.



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