Monthly Archives: December 2019

Adeste Fideles



Shepherd’s Pipe Carol

Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day

Candlelight Carol

What Sweeter Music

Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle

Christmas Come Early

We have seen in the UK, in the recent years, a clearly identifiable pattern: the extreme left takes control of the main opposition party and pushes it toward maximalist positions. The re-shaped party excites and energises the minority of extremists. However, put to the test of the ballot box, the party gets a historic pummeling.

I seem to see the same pattern in the US. The extreme left activists, angered by Trump’s victory, attempt to take over the Democratic party. Whilst this is not as evident or official as in the UK, they are influential enough that more senior members of the party, terrified by the leftist mob and obviously uncaring for the Country’s institutions, give in to their demand and stage the long-wanted, if extremely stupid, impeachment theatre to satisfy their childish fantasies of revenge after their clear defeat in 2016.

I make an easy prediction here, and state that the impeachment is the US is the equivalent of the Labour plans of re-nationalisation of part of the communication and utility industry. In the same way as Labour chose to energise an extremist fringe, but lost the support of the mainstream Labour voters and scared away the undecided, the Democrats have chosen to give their extremist children a toy for Christmas, but this will very likely alienate to them a good part of the the mainstream Democrat voters, of the independent and, in general, of those who still have remnants of reason in them. The likes of Schiff and Pelosi don’t care, because they are elected in safe constituencies where such games help them to be reelected. Still, many others will pay the price of their submission to their evil masters. As to the Presidential race, good luck with that, also considering the amusingly abysmal quality of the candidates, themselves largely the fruit of the childish leftist drive of the party grassroots.

The US society is, by and large, more conservative than the UK one. It is also far more patriotic and attached to its Democratic institutions. It seems to me that the Democrats have invited disaster. Time will tell; but, if you ask me, this impeachment is Christmas come early.

Electoral victory is not something that can be left to children. It is the fruit of a mixture of – hopefully – personal integrity and patriotism and – always – a wise calibration on controversial issues. The Democrats are failing big on both counts.

They are fools if they think the American people will not notice.

Stille Nacht

Once In Royal David’s City

Sound Prayers For Christmas

Yesterday, the holy farter has celebrated another evil birthday, no doubt rejoicing in still breathing from his 1.5 lungs when so many good Catholics wish he were six feet under. Alas, it wasn’t to be, at least for this birthday. It seems clear to me that the punishment God justly inflicts on us has not finished yet.

The birthday of the Evil Clown is a fitting occasion for yours truly to impart another of his little, politically incorrect thoughts on his readership.

We do not wish anyone death – much less hell – because of personal animosity against the person. Both are, no doubt, mortal sins. Still, in the same way as it was perfectly legitimate to desire the death of Stalin or Pol Pot, Allende or Chavez, because of the suffering they were inflicting on millions because of their corruption, cruelty and/or evil ideology, it is perfectly legitimate to desire, for the good of the Church and the salvation of Catholics, the swift demise of this extraordinarily evil man.

Jorge Bergoglio, unworthily and shamelessly reigning as very possibly the most evil pope in history, is such an involuntary caricature of a decent, or even half decent, Pope, that it is a great mystery to me how anyone who is, actually, a Catholic might wish him a continuation, perhaps for many years, of his work of sabotage and attempted destruction of the Church he so clearly despises. Actually, it is not clear to me how a proper Catholic could not wish the end of his pontificate; which, after the recent experiences, really should not be through another abdication, swiftly followed by The Three Popes, possibly singing all three in a charity CD for the use of the happy clappy folks.

No. The only good outcome at this point is that the man dies. Whatever comes next (the idea of Pope Tagle is enough to make me vomit), at least this cretin will be gone, and may the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Therefore, my dear readers, on the approaching of Christmas I invite you to do a good deed: say a Hail Mary for the soul of the poor bastard, and then ask God to send him to his judgment as swiftly as can be.

You should, also, profit of the Festivities to inform your relatives of your prayer habits, using the predictable worldly indignation that follows for a little bit of sound Catholic teaching. Should make for good entertaining, and food for thoughts at the same time.

Retard Greta is now the U.N. Pope. Stupid Francis is the Vatican’s Greta. It looks like we will get rid of the latter much earlier than of the former.

Your prayers for the idiot’s sweet demise are appreciated on behalf of sound Catholicism.

You are, as always, welcome.

O Tannenbaum

Killing Babies, The Conservative Way

Unknown to many even in Europe, Northern Ireland has resisted the abortion madness until the Year of the Lord 2019, when the Government of the allegedly conservative Theresa May tried to force them to. The degree of autonomy enjoyed by Northern Ireland would have allowed them to reject the measure, but as the locals are deeply divided and actually not making their legislative chamber work, the measure passed.

The local medical personnel is now fighting for at least conscientious objection, which the allegedly conservative Theresa May obviously denied them. This gives you the measure of the scale of evil currently pervading the so called conservative mainstream, now reduced to a movement aimed at paying some less taxes whilst they unquestionably sanction everything from abortion to institutionalised sexual perversion.

We now have a Prime Minister with a fresh, very strong mandate. If the guy has conservative blood in his veins, he will intervene to at least protect the rights of coscentious objectors. If he (as I deeply fear) is just another little prostitute with his finger in the air, trying to gauge where the blind blows, he will likely be in trouble anyway as many doctors and nurses choose to leave the profession – and may the Lord reward them richly for it – rather than serving their Nazi masters.

Yes, we have just avoided falling in the hands of rabid Communists. But this here is a very sober reminder that whilst the situation has not become worse, it is still dire.

Pray for the good doctors and nurses of Northern Ireland.

The allegedly conservative Government wants to force them to kill babies.

Good King Wenceslas

Two Peas In A Pod

Retard Thunberg advocated for putting politicians “on the wall”, then said she did not mean to mean what she actually meant, then decided she will take holidays from not going to school, because those catamaran holidays are so stressy, you know.

She shows all the symptoms of FrancisDisease: extemporaneous blubbering without a brain to support the activity, self-pitying and public emphases on how hard you work for humanity, unquestioning belief that the world has absolute need of your contribution. If she only went around looking for wheelchairs, she could be suspected to be the fruit of some Francis’ late-age indiscretion.

It is not difficult to understand how these two are two peas in a pod. But whilst Greta has an admitted mental condition that warps her understanding of the world (no excuse, of course: if you know that your brain doesn’t work properly, stop telling other people how to use theirs), Francis’ rants seem to be the fruit of a set of conditions: arrogance, self-centredness to the point of obsession, air-tight lack of faith and, clearly, lack of basic intelligence.

Greta is getting out of the way for Christmas.

Dear holy farter, could you be so kind and do the same?

Hark The Herald Angels Sing

White Christmas

Angels From The Realms Of Glory

Three Abject Losers

It was glorious. It was like a replay of that night in June 2016, or of the sleepless  night I spent watching Trump triumph.

At 10 PM, the Exit Polls emitted a clear verdict: a Tory victory closely resembling a landslide. But exit polls can be insidious, and I told my old heart to just wait and see how the night goes.

The night did not disappoint, and the blows came fast and hard for the Communist Party of Britain, aka Labour. It went on all night, with the other Public Enemy, Mssss Jo Swinson, managing to not be elected in her own constituency: a defeat and humiliation of historic proportion. She had bragged about her chances of becoming Prime Minister. Snowflake Generation has no contact with reality.

During the night, I had a long time to reflect.

The young and not very smart leader of the Lib Dems has not a little in common with the Evil Clown, the holy farter, the prophet of Pachamama. The arrogance of thinking that they know best, think best and are best is common to both of them. The low degree of intelligence and an uncanny inability to understand how much they embarrass themselves when they open their mouth is another one. Francis is, to his great luck, not exposed to such polling. But Swinson is, and her party had to witness, during the weeks of the campaign, how the more the public knew their new leader, the less they liked her: dragging down the entire party, who had made a heavy image and propaganda investment on her (predictably, “first female here”, “first female” there).

They also both share the unbelievable arrogance of insulting their own constituents: Francis with his pretence of teaching a new religion, Swinson with the chuzpah of openly proclaiming that she, as a Prime Minister (I would not be surprised she believed she could really do it. As I write this, the LibDems are at 11 MPs out of 650, and she is not one of them!), would just have ignored and nullified the will of the people. Democracy a la carte.

Shut up, children. Jo Swinson knows best.

Still, I see the greater resemblance with Francis in the other, even greater loser of the night: comrade Jeremy Corbyn.

Resentful, acidic, promoter of a politics of blank envy, raw hatred and shameless handout politics, Corbyn is the third in a trio that sees Maduro and Francis as the other two proponents of Unlimited Envy as a viable political message. They have lost Morales recently, and I am sure both suffered greatly for it. Corbyn’s rhetoric was just as openly, unashamedly stupid as Francis’, both in his communist ideals (these people wanted to nationalise parts of the communication industry, besides launching a raft of anti-capitalism initiatives really hard to believe) and in his shameless appeal to the Muslim vote. It is, I dare say, clear at this point that Corbyn allowed anti-Semitism in his own party to go unchallenged – and fuelled it himself, notwithstanding the many formal protestations – on purpose, in order to excite and mobilise the “militant” Muslim vote. A huge “wink-wink” exercise was going on, by which Corbyn pretended to distance himself form anti-semitism and support of Hamas, whilst quietly asking his Muslim, and especially Arab Muslim voters to pay attention and draw the conclusions.

It failed gloriously. Both Swinson and Corbyn now see their political career in tatters. Swinson might never recover and, bar exceptional efforts at networking and rich protectors, will likely end up as a third-rate journalist, or cashier at Tesco’s, before long.  Corbyn is a far more rooted, navigated politician, and he will resume, from his safe seat in rich Islington, the role he had for many years: leftists firebrand and outright emmerdeur. He has been refining the role for decades now, he’ll do that in his sleep. If we are lucky, he will also destroy the entire party in the process, because he seems intentioned to try to have Corbynism survive Corbyn, with a bloody civil war inside Labour not improbable at all.

Bergoglio, Corbyn, Swinson.

Three faces of the same stupidity. Three example of suicidal arrogance.

But most of all, three abject losers.

We Three Kings

Retard Of The Year

The Great Cretin has obtained the highest honour a stupid, faithless, obsessed world can bestow to her beside the Nobel Prize: the “Man of the Year” award from Time Magazine.

People in Hong Kong are risking their lives to fight an oppressive Communist dictatorship, but the fantasies of the champagne-sipping, jet-flying bourgeoisie of this XXI Century are more important than freedom.

This clearly underendowed, but extremely arrogant girl, who is not attending school for who knows which fake reason, will now make another step forward towards her probable end: madness, addiction, or suicide. Such is, all too often, the destiny of people with not enough brain to understand that they are not special, the world does not revolve around them, and the media industry will ditch them very promptly when a new, fresher, more promising circus attraction has been found.

Nor do I find any reason to justify or absolve this monstrously arrogant girl. She is old enough and, whatever her mental (never a word was more approptiate) challenges, aware enough to know better, and she doubles down on her arrogant insistence of being heard with her even more arrogant insolence of talking everybody down. Princess Retard certainly makes no compromises with us, the thinking proles.

I am very glad that I have stolen her dreams. What is a dream to her is an Orwellian nightmare to sane thinking, hard walking folks. She will spend her next years in an unreal mixture of adulation, exploitation and, most of all, manipulation, until the devastating moment when she realises that she was nothing more than the useful idiot of industrial groups and political schemers.

I will not cry when she crushes under the burden. At seven, and certainly at ten, a child can commit a mortal sin. At her age, she is supposed to realise not only the vast stupidity, but – and this grates me the most – the astonishing arrogance of a young woman thinking that the entire world owes her obedience.

Go away, you and your dreams, Greta.

You are just a stupid, arrogant, blind tool of people much more intelligent than you, but with the same lack of shame.

Bianco Natale

O Come, All Ye Faithful

Clown The Older And Clown The Younger

The appointment of Cardinal Tagle to the Congregation for Evangelization is another of those involuntarily funny moments of this clown papacy: incompetent faithless leftist appoints another incompetent faithless leftist to do something in which neither of them believes.

Still, the appointment will allow both to virtue signal like there is no tomorrow (I actually hope that, for Francis, there will be no tomorrow), and fly around the world in order to tell us Catholics how very, very bad we are. It is as if we were the forced public of these two clowns, and not allowed to leave the big, rainbow-coloured circus tent until they both do us the favour and die.

Still, I for myself will refuse to stay seated, even if I actually have a life subscription. I will leave the circus (not the Church) and insistently refuse to pay any attention to what Clown the Younger and Clown the Older are doing; which is, by the way, the reason why I ignore that lewd man’s now almost daily antics anyway.

I suggest you contribute to the work of evangelization by utterly ignoring these two abject scoundrels and frauds. If will be not only a feat much appreciated in heaven, but also a useful exercise in the disgraceful case that Tagle is appointed as Francis II The Stupidly Smiling, the successor of the Evil Clown Of The Great Mess.

You don’t want to see that stupid, forced smile for the rest 40 years, do you?

Away In A Manger

The Blessed And The Buffoon

I would like to say a word about the controversy surrounding Fulton Sheen’s beatification.

Yes, I am disgusted by the behaviour of, as it is clear enough, Cupich & Co. Yes, I think the reasons adducted for the freeze are stupid and very short-legged. Yes, I think this is, in abstract, a shame.

Still: who wants a good guy to be beatified by this clown? How does this serve the cause of sanity?

Archbishop Sheen’s beatification would only confuse the (very) simple, insinuating in them the doubt that, if Francis did the right thing on this, he might actually be doing the right thing on other issues, too.

This is why I am terrified that Francis might actually proceed to the Beatification not only of Fulton Sheen, but of Pius XII, too!

Look: no sane Catholic needs this lewd cretin, this vulgar commie, this shameless buffoon for anything. There is nothing useful he can give to a faithful Catholic. It is, actually, better that he keeps doing and saying stupid things all the time, without the occasional sensible beatification.

The man will die. God willing, he will not see Christmas. Otherwise, it will be a bit later. But he is 83, overweight, without half a lung, and accustomed to fits of rage. It looks like this clown will not run his circus for very long; and if he does, it looks like he will make himself more and more ridiculous as years go by.

Being beatified by Pachamama Francis sounds almost like an insult.

I honestly can do without all day long.

Oh Holy Night

O Little Town Of Bethlehem

The Problem With Offsetting

So young, but already such a bitch….


I honestly thing this article got it wrong. Offset, if it is really carried out, does not reduce your emissions, but it does offset them. If (and this is a big “if”) I plant enough trees that they compensate for the CO2 I produce, then I have not reduced, but I have offset.

Still, I have two problems with the concept of offsetting through the oh so beautiful planting of trees. The first concerns the working of plants in itself, and the second the consequences of offsetting on a planetary scale.

Firstly: how would it work, exactly? I am not an expert, but I remember from school time that plants emit CO2 in the night. Not sure about the entire percentages, but it looks like every plant, by and large, offsets in some measure (probably not a small one) its own oxygen emissions during the day with CO2 emissions during the night. Plus, a lot of the difference likely goes in the plant itself, which at some point will die or burn, offsetting a lot of C02 from actually decomposing. When you net the effect of both nocturnal CO2 production and the CO2 trapped in the plant (which will be released in the atmosphere, one way or the other, again one day) I fail to see the great advantage here.

Still, let us imagine that I am wrong in this, and – summa summarum – the planting of trees does produce a great net benefit in the production of oxygen, or the decreasing of carbon dioxide.

In this case, one of two must be true:

  1. The planting does work, and work in such an efficient manner that this can be the remedy for the alleged problem of growing CO2 emissions. Why, then, is this not the emergency, instead of changing our way of life? Why are not all environmental organisations of this planet pushing for the planting of trees in China (an extremely cheap measure seeing the labour cost over there) instead of curbing the lifestyle of us Westerners?
  2. The planting does not work for whatever reason. Why, then, do enviroNazis allow the very concept of offset to be advertised and sold, no doubt at a healthy, capitalistic profit?  If global warming is a global problem, that offsetting can never address, then it is only a feel-good excuse, no doubt profiting those who actually claim “emergency” in some way or other.

Of course, this is all bollocks anyway. The Lord in His wisdom could never have made a planet that suffers from more of His children being born and living an innocent, sinless life. Similarly, it is stupid to think that an omnipotent God is fooled by cars’ and aeroplanes’ emissions of a perfectly natural and non toxic element, unless we all follow Greta Thunberg, who clearly is smarter than Him. 

And this, my friend, is at the root of the issue.

A stupid world, that has forgotten God, thinks that it can understand the way Creation works; and when people forget God, they start doing a lot of stupid things.


In The Bleak Midwinter

‘Tis The Season To Be…. Watchful


The Advent is on us again and, like every year, countless people flock to the mulled wine stands, still enjoying the Christmas atmosphere though many of them certainly either do not believe in Christ, or don’t care.

In the last years, the tradition of Christmas Market has seen another popular usage rapidly establishing itself: the attempted massacre. Last year, five were killed in Strasbourg, and in Berlin in 2016 twelve were the victims of a joyful encounter of different people and different cultures. Modern Christmas Markets have anti-terror barriers, to remind everyone that the attack on Christianity has already begun, and this is only the start.

You would think the voters would learn. Well, some do. But it’s a darn slow process.

I doubt it will ever end, at least in the decades to come. The Christmas Market is destined to be a symbol of the way we, the Christians, are being attacked in our own Countries.

I would like to say “be vigilant”, and certainly it is good to be watchful. But the best think to do when visiting a Christmas market is likely an Act of Contrition, as sincere as you can muster.

There aren’t many ways to avoid the impact of an exploding Joyous Encounter Bomb after all.


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