Monthly Archives: October 2021
Let us forget, for a moment, the immense stupidity of Italians having to go around with a piece of cloth on their mouth, perhaps even thinking that this will stop the flu. Yeah, right.
Let us focus, instead, on the massive participation to the Summorum Pontificum pilgrimage. This is not only a demonstration of love for the Mass of the Ages. It is also, whether the guy likes it or not, a slap in the face of the Evil Clown.
This guy thinks he can remake everything in his image, from the Our Father to the Sacraments, and from Capital Punishment to the Mass. Being unquestionably dumb and obviously godless, he just does not understand God’s ways. If he did, he would realise that every persecution may have a degree of success, for a while, but will in the end always result in Christ’s victory.
Some of us fret, cry and get depressed about the antics of this man. But in the end, what we see is a buffoon going against Christ, and being made even more ridicule in the process.
Whenever I think of Francis, I always have in mind this image of a guy, armed with a fork, and standing in front of an immense block of granite. The guy scratches and scratches, and this makes headlines because a man in his position is, in fact, not supposed to be scratching in the first place. But in the end, all that he manages to do is to direct the attention of those who care towards the majesty and beauty of the block of granite he so foolishly wants to “change” and “soften”, because it’s too “rigid” and doesn’t accept “change”.
As to the block of granite, it barely notices the idiot down there trying to do some damage. The idiot will be noticed only when the block of granite squashes him, and leaves his atomised rests to suffer who knows what kind of atrocious pains forever in hell.
The Church, and Her Bridegroom, will go on for as long as there is a planet.
This buffoon will be crushed, and then either despised or forgotten forever, soon enough.
We have been informed today that, on occasion of Dementia Joe’s visit to the Evil Clown, there will be no tv coverage of the two, amiably sitting for the cameras in front of a friendly fireplace in a barrage of winning smiles and flash lights etc. (You know the drill).
One cannot but wonder why. I make the following hypotheses:
First: Dementia Joe is so demented by now that he cannot be left for many minutes alone with photographers and cameras, live, lest he should start asking mother whether he can have an ice cream. Biden’s appearances are now heavily controlled, and you can’t see him “in the wild” for fifteen minutes or so. Who knows what the world could get to see if the man’s medicines fail in front of the cameras. Reality is something the Dem machine cannot afford.
Second: Francis is ill. He might be frail at times, or show occasional symptoms that a medical doctor could connect to this or that disease, like cancer.
It would be, if you remember those years, the Brezhnev-isation of Francis, or Biden, or both.
I have read other hypotheses (Francis not liking Dementia because of abortion) but this does not seem credible because we all know that Francis does not “obsess” about abortion.
No, to me it’s health in either of the cases, and perhaps in both.
Time will tell but, certainly, the coincidences keep adding….
And it came to pass that the Evil Clown published a document of more than 3000 words – obviously, about his own religion – that does not contain any reference to the religion of Catholics.
You may wonder why this is so. I think I have the answer.
The man does not believe in God and he very likely never did. He chose the Church because it gave him an easy way to belong to a – then – respected class, and scrounge an entire existence without heavy work. He also bragged (search this blog) about lying to his own mother about his being in the Seminary rather than studying Medicine. Not only this tells us a lot about the nature of the man, but it also gives us some indication about the likely anticlerical environment in which he was raised; then a good Catholic family would certainly not complain, particularly in those years’ Argentina, about young Jorge wanting to become a Friar (even if, well, a Jesuit).
A duplicitous, lying, evil little scrounger, our guy would clearly not have the humility to profit from whatever religious education he would get in the Seminary. This explains, I think, his monstrous – but culpable – ignorance about everything that is to do with Christ, the Sacraments, the Commandments, the Blessed Virgin, or anything that even remotely touches Catholicism. He does not know because he never cared for knowing, much as I have no interest whatsoever in learning the “theology” of Freemasons, or Jehovah’s Witnesses, if they even have any. It is also quite likely that the rose water, fake Catholic, non- instruction he “got” in the Seminary appealed to him more than the hard, long hours of study as a future medical doctor.
Possibly a homosexual, he would also not be interested in married life, either, and he would know that in the Argentinian society of the Sixties those afflicted with a desire for fudge packing would be considered rubbish people even if they were doctors, or teachers, or whatever else. Plus, the Jesuit “environment” might, already at the time of his decision, already have started to become the “right place” for people, or pigs, so inclined. If this is so, and it may well be so, it explains even more the sudden “vocation” of Jorge Bergoglio, the church-hating, lazy, scrounging lewd boy.
Why is all that I have just written very realistic? Because it perfectly matches Bergoglio’s activity both as Archbishop and as (utterly unworthy) Pope. From their fruit you will recognise them. From their turds you will recognise them even faster.
This is, in a few short statements, my assessment of the situation. It seems to me that the facts on the ground give it credence every single day.
Atheist, church-hating, bitter, lazy, scrounger and, very possibly, homo.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Evil Clown in one line.
The US are slowly becoming like Europe, with half the States now having more deaths than births. Welcome to Grannyland.
Of course, there can be many reasons why one does not have offspring, and an important one has always been not marrying. Another one was, in fact, being unable to have children.
However, it seems to me that more elements come to this. The desire to have a Mercedes instead of a child has been very present in Europe in the last decades. Holidays, clothes, or the desire to keep living like a young university student, perhaps with the promiscuity this entails, has certainly also played a part.
However, it seems to me that in the last years we have had a different element; perhaps an excuse for many, but also a real fear for others. I am talking here of the fear of living in general, and the particular fears of snowflakes in particular.
Make a child? And put in the world another white male? With the toxic masculinity he will develop? Heavens, will he rape someone? I might be lucky and they might decide that they are a female, but will this not give them disadvantages in life, if the hated patriarchy refuses to die?
Make a child? And put in the world another girl who will be victimised by the patriarchy? Perhaps raped? Perhaps forced to have a child?
Make a child? Why, if the climate apocalypse is upon us? Look, how much co2 will I be able to brag I did not cause if I avoid having children? I better get sterilised now! I might even be able to say, in my circle of soi-disant enlightened snowflakes, that I prevented my children from living a miserable life! Look, look how good I am!
You might say that this is all, basically, excuses to avoid the sacrifices and the self-denial that come with having children. In many cases, it will certainly be so. But I can’t avoid thinking that decades of propaganda barrage about our doomed future will leave a mark on a great number of people, who will grow up the most scared generation in American history. If you add this to the other scars – the trauma of divorced parents, for example; or the general disorientation of an upbringing in which faith plays no role; or just realising that your mama had thirty men inside her before, and perhaps a couple after, knowing papa – it is not difficult to understand how modern America is growing an army of emotionally crippled babies of 20, 25 or 30 years of age, who think that the world is about to go back to the Stone Age and life is, anyway, not worth living because they were insulted on Twitter.
How does one remedy this? One brings God in a family’s life. With that comes the realisation that the climate scare is a Marxist trick for slow-thinking atheists, the raising of well-adjusted children with the right outlook on life, a proper morality, and a generally sound mind naturally inclined to the making and the raising of children inside a family.
When God is sent out the door, misery gets in from the window.
You would think those oh so highly educated, highly specialised, very skilled professionals would have understood it by now.
Some of you will be already aware that Donald Trump is about to have a new social media company, which I think will be called Truth Social, go public.
This will happen through the nowadays not uncommon mechanism of the SPAC, a vehicle getting quoted on the stock exchange without any operation of his own and then merged with the company that actually has operations, allowing a faster and cheaper process albeit at higher risk particularly for the SPAC investors.
The SPAC chosen by Trump for his stock exchange quotation is called Digital World Acquisition Corporation, DWAC on Nasdaq. You can already buy DWAC today and, in fact, since the announcement the market gyrations have been from vast to absolutely savage as market, political, and freedom considerations are mixing in the battlefield of the Stock Exchange.
No one knows the future, but I think it not unlikely that, in the next weeks or months, this will become another, more complex GameStop. It seems fairly guaranteed that the new company will have a market cap of several billions (it already has as an empty SPAC), possibly dozen of billions, possibly even much more than that if all goes well from a technical point of view (you don’t want to cease operations because Amazon denies you its servers, do you?). This operation can count, from the start, with millions, possibly dozen of millions of active users. If the market capitalisation soars, a company like this can not only become serious competition for Facebook (from what I understood it will be more Facebook than Twitter) , but it can, say, buy a tv channel like Fox with lunch money, or create one as it pleases. It can, also, count with savage shorting and calls for its ban as a terrorist organisation, as it is well known that, for Twitter, the Taliban should have an account, but Trump shouldn’t. It will be, I think, a pretty wild ride.
However, these 20,30, 50, 70 million dedicated users from the us and abroad can make of this enterprise a battleship in every sector in which it chooses to enter. It can offer a tweet service like Twitter, a video service like YouTube, an image service like Instagram, a chat service like WhatsApp and count on a big user base from day one. This is literally worth billions and, in fact, it is not difficult to forecast that, if properly executed, this Freedom Project will make Trump a big multiple of the billions he already has, and kudos to him!
Why do I tell you this? Because you can help.
Imagine a world in which vaccine censorship is not omnipresent, and sexual perversion can be frankly discussed without fear of termination. A big leap compared to the digital world in which we live today.
Whether it is by buying and holding some shares of the Company, also giving you the pleasure of being partner with Trump in his freedom project, or starting to inform the people you know about the new platform, or getting ready to open your own account, you can help freedom advance not only in the United States, but worldwide.
Imagine a world where one app on your phone (Android is open source, and you will be able to download it even if not on Google store; for the owners of iFags: though luck, biatches!) allows you to discuss vaccines, sexual perversion, or abortion without censorship, and where Sensus Fidelium can put his video without fearing that some lesbian land whale cancels them! The Internet as it was meant to be, and as it is now, largely, only on your desktop computer.
Consider buying and holding some DWAC shares if you have the brokerage account, the money, and the inclination. Do not devote to it more money than you would to a donation to the Trump campaign or a long term investment fraught with risks. But please help this project in any way you can.
A new “Latex” video from Michael Virus, who informs us first of the great progress made by Church Malevolent and its budding racing horse stable. Mr Virus also informs us of his plan for the jockey uniform and entertain us with his wisdom in matter of, erm, hair. You will also hear about Ms Schicklgruber, and her strange Austrian encounter. Highly informative stuff.
Mr Virus also informs us about the investigation of Ms von Miles on the evil (as we all know) SSPX, who is now in a position to bring to light **three** stunning facts concerning her investigation. These three, world-changing events (the “three secrets of Detroit”) are so earth-shattering that I really, really ask you to watch the video.
Moreover, there is an interesting discussion about cold, middle age saints and Lollards. I might disagree with Mr Virus on this, but let us not get trapped in little details.
Lastly, and as you are authorised to expect from the “Latex”, you will hear the latest news about the SSPX, against which the “Latex” so manfully fights (see above). Church Malevolent shows once again the rigorous investigation methods of that organisation.
I recommend that you listen to the video attentively, because it is packed with interesting facts that will not fail to entertain and delight you.
I have written in another post about a world with Benedict not resigning and remaining in charge. I’d like to sat two words here about his rather proximate meeting with his Maker.
Benedict has, in the past, raised huge eyebrows talking of his salvation as a done deal (I wrote about it), without him being known as a new San Paul or Padre Pio. If I were him, however, I would actually be worried. Let us see why.
The fact is, Benedict isn’t a quisque de populo; he is a guy who has had a big influence on the church and on countless faithful for many decades; and he is a prelate, and a theologian to boot. He must know that he will be judged differently from the old man who, at times, got drunk at the pub.
Dr Ratzinger was a poisonous influence during Vatican II, and the fact that he wasn’t nearly as bad as others made his poison more insidious. He also consorted with, or was appreciative of, theologians who were seen with suspicion or sent to the wilderness only a few years prior. You only need to read books like One Hundred Years of Modernism to understand that this guy was, without a doubt, part of the heretical push, albeit in much lesser measure than others. Everybody, in pre Vatican II time, would have been afraid of hell just stuff like that.
Then we have Pope Benedict, of whom I have just written in the other post. This was the guy wearing red shoes to be reminded that he walked in the blood of the martyrs, but not willing to undergo the harsh conflicts necessary to deal with the harsh realities of the job. Nor has he the excuse of being too simple, or too naive, like John XXIII might have fancied himself on a bad day. No, this one was always – and is, in fact, to this day – a keen and sharp intellect. Therefore, his caving to the wolves around him in everything that really counts cannot really be salvaged by the occasional good decision or sound gesture. Be it Summorum Pontificum, homo mafia, or Bishops’ appointment, Benedict was always wetting his lips, but then he never whistled. He even had to have his own Assisi gathering! This is, I think, a heavy burden for a man who, like every Pope, should set his life at nought , but was afraid of even enforcing Summorum Pontificum.
Lastly, we have the Pontiff Emeritus. On at least two occasions, possibly more, Ratzinger lauded Francis’ Pontificate (I wrote about it on both occasions). It is nothing less than staggering that a man still in full possession of his faculties, as Ratzinger is, would be so gregarious, so much of a yesman to the very end, that he would praise the man systematically trying to destroy Catholicism, including of course that little that Benedict did himself.
I wish the man, sincerely, all the best. Which is why I notice with sadness that, with already one and a half foot in the grave, he has never recanted his role in V II and, in fact, still seems to think he did quite well in it; has never said a word about the effects of his decisions on the Catholic Church; and has not yet said, not even almost in dying, one word of condemnation of the countless scandals of the Evil Clown, though he actually praised him on more than one occasion.
Honestly, if he is not worrying, as it seems he is not, this is another indication of how thoroughly a son of V II Ratzinger is.
The Pontiff Emeritus has recently expressed his desire to go to his reward soon, and this has prompted in me the desire to write not one, but two posts. Let us talk, today, about his health.
Whilst the man undoubtedly still has a fully functioning brain, if you look at a recent picture of his you will see the degree of physical decay that has now set in. Francis may be ill, or not, but he easily looks twenty years younger than his predecessor.
So I reflect on what papacy we would have had in the last eight and a half years, if Benedict had not resigned.
I think we would have had a horrible, horrible one.
Not a strong man when in the fullness of his physical ability, Benedict was, as Pope, clearly never man enough to do what he knew is right. Rather, he was happy with some alibi gestures, like Summorum Pontificum, whilst the wolves around him largely did what they wanted and kept installing their friends as bishops and cardinals. In fact, Benedict’s utter inability to set the tone in the episcopal appointments is, even more than his weakness in having SP seriously enforced, witness of his weakness.
Benedict was the guy happy to commission a 300 pages report on the homo mafia, knowing that he would not be the one who has to deal with the problem.
A strong Pope would have said “pray for me, that I may have some mercy on the wolves”. For Benedict, hunting the wolves was never in the cards. He merely hoped not to be pushed around all day.
If, therefore, Benedict had been still in charge in his late Eighties and Nineties, he would have allowed his handlers to boss him around like you wouldn’t believe, in tune with his innate lack of fortitude and his very German gregariousness and herd mentality.
The problem with that is, I believe, that whilst Benedict was never man enough to be a strong Pope, he was always intelligent enough to realise it. He must have looked with discomfort at the more and more overt pressure that would have been exerted on him as years go by. A lion will, with age, lose some strength in his roar; but a kitten is in real trouble. Faced with a difficult situation, and lucidly seeing his limits, Benedict did was all quitters do: he quit.
I think this is a sensible reading of the situation, and one that accounts for Benedict’s desire to feel that he was not fleeing from the wolves, but doing the sensible thing seeing his advanced age and declining physical abilities. Still, this tells me that, in good part thanks to his eight years’ inaction on the homo mafia and to his episcopal and cardinals’ appointment, we would have been in trouble anyway. In fact, we might have been better off with a total idiot and Clown as a frontman, allowing more people to open their eyes, than with John Paul II 2.0, showcased to the simple as a wonderful example of health martyrdom whilst the wolves feast in the background.
However, looking at him now, I cannot but realise that we would have been in real trouble anyway.
The Italian Bishops have just announced that their synod will go on … until 2025.
There will be a “listening” phase, finally ending the deafness the Bishops are experiencing, until 2023. After that, there will be the synod proper, which will go on another two years. At the end of this phase, there will be “actions” distributed to the parishes. One never knows, the parishes might need a phase of reflection and listening after receiving the actions, followed by a phase of ear checking so they are sure their own deafness has also finally ended. At some point, perhaps, something will happen. Or not.
Call me the usual optimist, but I am really, really missing the urgency here. It is as if the Italian Bishops, aware of the potential for conflicts that awaits (with all their shortcomings, Italians tend to be different from the Germans) but forced by the Evil Clown to go through the process anyway, had decided to draw the process for as long as possible, hoping to see, at some point, that particular coffin receiving the corpse appointed for it.
This has tradition not only in Government and in big companies, but actually everywhere where there is a need to stall without the conflict that comes with it. The process of “discernment “ and “listening” appears, to me, a very elegant way to drag things out waiting for the Requiem Mass; which, if you ask me, should be substituted for a thanksgiving one.
I might be wrong. But I think I have seen this very mechanism at work more than once in my professional life. This is not what “reformist zeal” look like.
This look, to me, like waiting for the hearse.
I think I know how YouTube works. Let me explain.
I think that some frustrated, 23 years old, 350 pounds, tattooed lesbian land whale (or, alternatively, some extremely thin, soy milk-intoxicated 23 years old, tattooed fag boy drowning in oestrogen; or, perhaps, some 23 years old, 350 pound, hysterical, tattooed hippo boy believing he is a land whale) discovers a Catholic channel with thousands of sermons on it.
The freaky individual decides that, this being Catholic stuff, it must be “racist”. Therefore, said freaky individual whose sex was, to his great dismay, decided at birth proceeds to slate said channel for cancellation from YouTube for repeated violation of their terms of service, because we live in very gentle times and that’s how we call censorship and persecution.
This goes to the supervisor, who either belongs to one of the above mentioned categories or is terrified by them, and has no desire whatever to be the target of the next YouTube Witch Trial, in which he/she/it is made to abjectly apologise before he/she/it is fired anyway.
Therefore, the YouTube Channel (which is called sensus fidelium, in a further piece of evidence of h-h-homophobia) is deleted from YouTube for the violation of YouTube rules called wrongthink.
An email is sent to the channel owners, because in these gentle times you politely inform Catholics that you are persecuting them. We are merely following procedure, Sir. It’s not our fault, it’s you who are Catholic. We can’t have that. It’s wrongthink, you know.
At this point, something strange happens: the matter goes up the food chain, and lands by someone who – whatever his personal convictions – actually thinks, or did not have his entire existence devastated by hormone injections. Result: the site is reinstated, Latin name and all.
You would think that all is well that ends well. Not so fast.
First question: have all those who have decided and approved of the deletion been fired? If not, why not?
Second question: how long before the madness rises higher among the YouTube ranks?
The issue here is not that the site was reinstated. The big scandal is that it was deleted in the first place. YouTube must be broken up, because as it is it is a massive threat to Democracy.
Imagine if this had happened to one of those lgbtfu sites? They would have heard it on Mars?
But of course I am dreaming.
Such a thing could never happen at YouTube.
Is there no limit, no limit at all to the stupid revolutionary propaganda of this evil tool of Satan?
I am told that Francis likes Fernet ( I do it, too; it might well be the only taste we have in common), and when I read his new apology of looting and race baiting my first impulse was to think “he was tipsy, or drunk, and said too much”. However, if the statement about the “Samaritans” (yes: race baiting, Marxist propaganda and looting now make you a “Samaritan”) was prepared, then there is something more sinister at work.
With advancing age (or disease; we will know which is which in due time) Francis seems to become, if possible, more aggressive in his denunciation of Catholicism and in his promotion of the Marxist agenda. Apart from alcohol abuse (which, in case of off-the-cuff comment, we certainly do not want to exclude), this seems to be due either to his becoming more petty and more unhinged as the years pass or, if we are lucky, to his becoming more venomous and more desirous to punch some fists to the Catholic wall as he has been told he is approaching the time for the check out.
In both cases, what changes is the immediate motivation, not the spirit or the mentality behind this man’s actions. The mentality is the one of an old, bitter, lewd old man who, after scrounging from the Church he hates all his life, is now indulging in his childish desires to damage her as much as he can before he goes into what he thinks will be annihilation and nothingness; something we know because, if he believed in God, he would be absolutely and completely terrified and would, as a result, most certainly behave differently.
It is difficult, from the point of view of a sane Catholic, to accurately gauge what is going on inside the already not very smart mind of this individual. His hatred of us is not of the systematic, lucid, intelligent kind. He says and does what he feels like saying and doing on the day. Seeing an intellectual pygmy trying to kick a skyscraper does make you wonder about the sobriety of the pygmy, but the pygmy could be – besides being full of hatred – just very, very stupid.
Francis kicks the skyscraper all the time. He certainly angers us. The skyscraper does not notice it at all.
He might have been drunk. He might have been… Francis.
You be the judge.
I have started noticing this some time ago, but I wanted to wait in order to see whether this is a real trend. Now, I think it is: Gloria TV’s cartoons are getting increasingly more assertive against the Evil Clown. I cannot get a .jpg picture, but one example is here.
This is, of course, extremely good.
Every Catholic who stumbles upon a Catholic site whose orthodox credentials are obvious (Gloria TV is a prime example), and sees Francis ravaged, will forever remember what real Catholics think of the guy. Long after he has forgotten what the article was about, or for which reason he googled, or happened to read, the article, he will remember that Catholics think that Francis is a clown.
I remember when I was was pretty much the only one (at least, that I knew of) calling the man evil, a clown, a joke, an ass, and the like. I am extremely pleased to see that I am now in an ever-increasing company.
The unprecedented challenge to Catholicism that Francis and his ilk represent need to be met with an unprecedented reaction from faithful Catholics. This has always be so in the history of the Church (from the scandal given by Marcellinus to the scandal given by Paul VI trying to shut down the SSPX seminary in Econe), and there is no reason it should not be so now.
New challenges must be met with new solutions, because what is most important – the integrity of the Church and Her faithfulness to Christ – must always come first.
This is why all those who keep looking at the present times with old spectacles risk damaging the Church instead of helping her, and I wonder how much they want to help the Church and how much they want to simply feel good with themselves, or avoid the painful, tiring job of, actually, thinking. First among those are the “sweet Peter on earth” crowd, who keep looking at a stinking pile of shit and telling themselves that it actually smells of roses.
No, Francis does not smell of roses. He smells of sheep, of course. But most of all he smells of brimstone, big time.
I welcome every Catholic site which understands this obvious rule of communication and tries not to be polite, but to save souls.
Give your garden variety, lapsed, distracted Catholic seeking info about the latest papal excrementation a spoon of the Mundabor medicine, and he will never forget the taste. Give him the usual rose water, and he will happily keep trotting on his way to a very long purgatory or, very possibly, hell.
When I die, I will not be asked what I did to promote civil conversation. I will be asked what I did for Christ.
Let those who are rotten inside be polite outside.
We believe in One who whipped other guys.
It was very, very early in my, by now, fairly long life. A little scene I never forgot.
The protagonists of this story are my late Grandmother and a chicken, or a hen, whatever it might have been as I would have difficulties in telling the one from the other to this day.
My grandma had clearly selected this hen as her particular friend for the morning, and was looking at her in a warm, friendly, utterly trust-inspiring way.
Without any hurry, and with that good-natured expression stamped on her eyes, she was assuring the hen of the utter and complete sincerity of her intent. You might say, today, that she was asking the hen to give peace a chance, or to let friendship win over hate.
All the time I was looking, with a fairly vague idea of what she might want to do, but without any real certainty, as I had never assisted to such an exercise in rural village diplomacy.
I remember to this day my exact vantage point, and how I could see, from my comfortable, sitting position, both the utterly friendly expression of my clearly friendship-craving, peace-loving grandma and the hesitant, uncertain demeanour of the hen, visibly conflicted between her better instincts and the smile offensive of my late ancestor. If that was a hen, it wasn’t a huge, that is, very old one. I suppose she was good enough for the day.
This kind of ballet went on for what, to me, seemed a while. Grandma was in no rush whatsoever. She seemed to really want to strike a long-lasting, beautiful friendship with the, no doubt, succulent animal.
As my grandma was slowly, patiently winning the trust of the two-legged bird, I remember noticing, with my very young but already somewhat observing brain, that there was no alarm among the other hens. They were all going after their own business, enjoying the sunny Summer morning without a care in the world. This would, methinks, have contributed to the undecided behaviour of the Chosen One, who would certainly have run away as fast as she could in case of general panic.
How this ended, you have already understood. Grandma managed to get near Mrs Lunch, grasped her with a fast, assured movement, and went away with the bird now clearly alarmed and trying to scream “treason!”. It was likely due to my presence that she did not execute the bird on the spot, but rather made it disappear in the direction of the kitchen, never to be seen alive again, in best Augusto Pinochet style. I saw the bird at lunch, though; and, being already then not really the bleeding heart, vividly remember not being saddened one bit. Grandma’s skill, not her victim, is what remains with me to this day.
I reflect now that, on that sunny morning in the Sixties, I saw a little theatre of life.
Satan lures his victims with fake promises of friendship. He wins their natural resistance and persuades them, little by little, that all his fine. Their irreligious stance, their fornications, their abortions are no great deal. Their sodomy is perfectly fine, its “acceptance” and “celebration” quite ok, laudable even. The other hens around seem to think all this quite normal. There will be no alarm.
But when Satan has his chosen victim in his hand, there will be no going back.
Today, 13 October, is the anniversary of the Miracle of the Sun.
Days like this one are like a heavenly balm in an age like the one we are living. It is not that we would normally not believe in the miracle, and the Francis-induced state of worry causes us to believe in it. It is, rather, that we have always believed in it, and the recurring of the anniversary is like an old friend visiting us again, reassuring us of his friendship and affection for us, encouraging us to resist any feeling of despondency, and rejoice in a friendship that will, by God’s grace, never die, no matter the outer circumstances.
There is a reason why the Church gives us assurance about the legitimacy of believing in the one or other miracle. It is to make our faith nearer, warmer, more involving. It is as if the weary soul would receive a warm embrace, just when it feels like crying. God knows Francis and his band of evil people make us feel like crying at times.
Do not cry, good, faithful Catholic soul.
The Blessed Virgin is lovingly watching you. The same God who made you to be happy with Him forever will, if you ask Him fervently, give you all the graces you need to die on the right side of Truth.
On this day, try to pray your Rosary more fervently than usual, relax at home if you can; if you have the possibility, make yourself a good risotto, with a glass of a fine red wine. Cheer up, and do not give up to sadness.
Everything is under control.
I must always smirk when I read news like this one.
Let us leave aside, for the moment, the absurdity of the event. Let us focus, instead, on the absurdity of the atmosphere that made it possible.
This is an obviously very woke, very leftist, very minority teacher accepting to work in an extremely toxic, woke environment, with a dean who seems gone out of a parody movie (and possibly terrified of being a white male in such a terrifying woke environment).
Guy obviously thinks that being woke exempts him for following all written and unwritten, explicit and implied, possible and future rule of wokeness. Big mistake, as there is no way the guy can be normal for a couple of minutes and not be called out.
What follows is the usual woke humiliation ritual, which reminds me a lot of Stalinian trials. Woke guy apologises a first time to his lords and masters, the students; then a second time to the faculty; he also sends out to the students more information, hoping he does not get eaten alive by them; you see, he tells them he has worked with minority in the past. Alas, he makes things worse as the number of things you can’t do increases by the minute, and stating you have worked with minorities in the past is apparently one of them (no; I didn’t know it, either). Then the guy tried to apologise for the way he had worded his piece of apology.
As you have already understood by now, it was all in vain. Professor Woke was kicked out of his own seminary, reported to some Stalinian Office Of Thought Purity, and we don’t know what else follows from this. He has been teaching since 1995 so I assume he is tenured, which might give him some protection; but these days, you never know.
I will not be sorry if he loses the job. And his successor. And the successor of his successor. These woke professors are part of the problem, as is abundantly clear from the abject apologies they always send out before being shafted anyway. They should all get to pay the price of their wokeness. It applies to the deans, too.
What a rubbish life these people must be living. Constantly apologising, constantly terrified of using the wrong word or doing the wrong thing, constantly afraid of not being up to scratch with the latest way the woke dogs have chosen to be offended and, unavoidably, tear someone to pieces.
They have made their bed. Now, they should lie in it.
Well, I can’t say I am surprised.
Two separate sources (at least one from the inside of the Vatican walls) confirms that the survey sent out by Francis about the Traditional Latin Mass gave quite the contrary answer to what Francis claims.
In short, the Bishops answered in their majority that the Traditional Latin Mass is good for Catholicism and promotes Catholicism.
Note here that Gaenswein, who knows our guy a tad better than your average Pollyanna, was “worried” that Francis “could” lie (means: was sure that he would). Francis’ character is so obviously rotten, that the people around him know already what he would so before he takes action and actually lies.
Reflect that this here is the same guy who said “Soon, Soon!” to the poor old faithful couple asking when the persecution of the Franciscan Friars of the Immaculate would end. He is also the guy officially called a liar by Archbishop Vigano’ for pretending not to know that McCarrick was exactly one of those sheep whose stink Francis seems to like so much. He is, also, the guy who lies every day about the mission of the Church, the importance of the Sacraments, etc.
In short: we know what kind of guy Francis is.
But I hope you will find the way to inform the one or other colleague, friend, or relative about it. The more people know Francis, the less damage he can do.
Pornocracy is the name given to a phase in the history of the Church, which went on for more than half of the X Century, in which women, or bad women (there is much confusion on the matter) wielded a great influence in the life of the Church, to the point of – be it as virtuous women, as some say was the case at times; or as concubines and lovers, as must have happened in other cases – being the unofficial Popemakers. This “government of prostitutes” went “officially” on for some five or six decades “only”. However, it is not difficult for anyone willing to look to persuade himself that, for another 100 years or so, the situation remained chaotic and utterly explosive.
Popes removed no one knows why, replaced no one knows exactly how; possibly killed, but perhaps not; said to have been simoniacal, heretical, or utterly corrupt, but we can’t know exactly. Priests (apparently) openly marrying, just like that, and a Pope possibly killed by priests for fighting against this. In a world, barely believable stuff. All happened, as a whole though there may be doubt about the details of single episodes, to our very own Holy Mother Church.
This has been widely publicised for the wrong reasons . The Synodus Horrenda – which I actually always found beautiful, and a great example of PR – or the same Pornocracy years have been used, at various times, by Protestant or Anticlerical elements to try to discredit the Church. In reality, though, these confused but difficult times have two very important messages for us. The first: the excrement has hit the ventilator, for around a century at a time, way before Vatican II. The second: the Church emerging from such troubles is a clear, living sign that She is, verily, Indefectible.
Of course, every crisis is different. You may say that never before V II heresy had been so officially welcomed inside the Church. But every big crisis in Church History was, in its own way, unprecedented. Marcellinus’ “trial”, Honorius’ betrayal, Liberius’ sellout were all “firsts”! The same can be said of both the Great and the Western schisms!
You are living in unprecedented times, but there are several precedents of unprecedented times, we are simply living a new variant of a very old virus!
Therefore, my dear reader, do not be discouraged when the Evil Clown makes an ass of himself again (without reading the headlines, I am pretty sure he did that today, too). This, too, shall pass.
The Church that went through periods of utter confusion, for many decades at a time, will get through this, too.
Watching Steve Skojec going down the road of perdition, slowing erecting an altar to his own oh so self-esteemed intelligence and wallowing in his own discomfort at being, actually, a Catholic, has been quite a show in the last years. It was like watching one of those car crashes, filmed in slow motion, that are made to test the safety of cars.
In this particular slow motion film, you could see the crash approaching from afar. It was clear that the driver was heading for the wall, “pedal to the metal”, but very proud of his desire to head towards the impact.
The car has now smashed itself against the wall, and the wreck is quite a sobering sight.
After so many years feeding a (numerous) family on Catholicism, this guy now talks like a boy of 15 all proud that he is flexing his budding intellectual muscles. As is the case for every atheist decrying the supposed cruelty of God, his rebellion highlights the very issue that is at the root of why Christianity exists. “It is wrong of God to punish people for their rebellion to God” is, in fact, quite the unwittingly comical statement, albeit the involuntary joke escapes the intellect of the oh so intelligent rebels.
Let us give this little adolescent (who starts his tweet with a harsh criticism of Saint Alphonsus; I’d say 15 is too much; let us make it 13…) some fast refresher of the basics as far as my limited time and impromptu reflections allow.
The Bible is the Word of God. The Genesis is Divinely inspired. We do not read the Bible and then decide whether it’s right or wrong. Truth is received, not questioned. We may certainly have questions about the workings of Divine Truth. But these questions must come from the desire to better understand these truths, to make them more solidly, more beautifully ours; to make them, I might add seeing the former profession of Mr Skojec, better accessible to others to the extent that God’s grace and life’s circumstances allow us to do so.
They can, however, never come from the, frankly, childish point of view that we know better, and God needs to pass our test or we will move over to the atheist camp. If one cannot see the pride that is literally exploding from the latter attitude, it means that Satan has blinded him already; as, it is clear, Satan has now blinded Mr Skojec entirely, and has given him the unspeakable arrogance to try to send others on the way to hell with him.
Mr Skojec has two diseases. The first is an almighty arrogance, which is the work of the devil and very fashionable nowadays. The second is the bleeding heart attitude, which is also the work of the devil but even more fashionable as it is, plainly, the religion on whose altar him and most of the planet nowadays sacrifice, and I mean literally sacrifice their own eternal salvation.
I am, though, pretty sure that Mr Skojec did not always think in that way. In am pretty sure that, many years ago, there was another Mr Skojec; one who, actually, humbly received the Truth instead of thinking that the Truth must pass the tests of his own bleeding heart doubts. It must have been so, because this man decided to make exactly of these truths his own chosen profession, and I refuse to believe Mr Skojec was a fraud from the start.
Many years ago (and, in fact, likely at the age of 5 or 6, 7 at the latest) Mr Skojec knew and accepted a harsh reality of life: we are all born sinners and deeply, deeply flawed individuals. We are all, of our own, unworthy of Salvation. Of our own, we are nothing; actually, we are worse than nothing; we are deserving of hell for being – without God’s grace – the very seed of rebellion to God, the very God who decreed that the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the sons.
Is this harsh? Cruel? Wrong? Unjust?
Admittedly, it appears harsh. It is that kind of news that impresses itself on you as quite the piece of information since a little child. I actually remember the very moment and place when this information was, quite solemnly, imparted to me. I was, likely, 5 at the time. May the kind soul who – out of her good heart and love for Christ – gave me the, at the time, rather shocking information be happy with God forever.
However, it is not cruel, then even as children we immediately, instinctively grasp that here there is a Justice at work that transcends our little minds (no, as little children we do not say “transcends”; but we feel it anyway) . This we do because, in our innocence, we are naturally more ready to receive Truth; one of the many reasons why religious education must be started as soon as may be. Nor is the news, and the God-willed order it exposes, wrong, or unjust, because God is unable of doing wrong. If, therefore, something that God decrees or commands appears wrong to me, I need to ask myself what is wrong with me.
“If you believe what you like in the Gospel, and reject what you don’t like, it is not the Gospel you believe, but yourself”. This is not me. It’s Saint Augustine. He was quite a smart guy. But every child of 5, and every illiterate peasant with a good heart, grasp this truth in a way Mr Skojec has clearly forgotten.
We believe so that we may understand. We do not understand so that we may believe (yes, it’s that guy again..).
Truth is received. Anything else is, as every boy of 5 knows, rebellion.
But does God, then, condemn vast swathes of the earth’s population to death without their fault? Well, if you are a Calvinist you might, as far as my knowledge of heretics goes, entertain such a silly notion. But we Catholics have a completely different outlook. We know that God does not send to hell anyone who has not deserved it. We also know that the vast majority of those born, say, Muslims, will go to hell, following their own concupiscence and as befits the followers of such a travesty of a religion. But is it their fault, that they were born in such a horrible environment? It is, dear Mr Skojec, God’s will. Still, you can rest assured that the very limited number of souls, even among those heathens, who have a sincere, good, God-loving heart and die in the invincible ignorance of the Truth will, by the Grace of the same God Who bestows all Graces, be saved. But yeah, the number of those who perish is plainly so damn high that God exposes many of His missionaries to the risk of death, so that more souls can be saved (once again, showing a basic working of Christianity: man’s collaboration with God’s grace in His providential plan).
That some are lost is the fault of those who get lost. That some are saved is the merit of the One Who saves them. This is very simple, and every concept of “harshness” rapidly descends into bleeding heart syndrome if we fail to understand that an offence to God is an offence of infinite magnitude (because God is infinite) and it is perfectly fitting that this infinite offence would, in accordance to God’s order, transmit down to an infinite series of generations. When your heart stops bleeding and singing “Imagine”, and you look at God’s infinite Majesty, you understand that it is quite logical that it be so.
Much more could be said of this, and much better than I did here. Books on Divine Justice and Predestination are readily available. Help to understand (not to doubt) has never been as easily accessible as in this day and age.
Still, the old rebellion keeps popping up; showing, at the same time, the rebellious nature of man, and the desire of this rebellious man to refuse the Graces offered to him and go his own way, which is Satan’s way.
I ask you that you say a Hail Mary for poor Mr Skojec, blinded by ignorance and arrogance and in clear danger of hell. And I ask you to have some understanding for the unavoidable flaws of this post; a post which should be published shortly after Mr Skojec’s tweet chain, lest some tepid soul gets lost but, sadly, without the time for a more elaborate research and a more comprehensive reflection.
The Pachamama-train took its start two years ago exactly, on the 4th October 2019. Two years later, we have another example of how Francis and his band of satanic destroyers operate.
First, you have the bomb. In this case, the worship of Pachamama in an obviously pagan ritual witnessed and endorsed by the Vatican and the Pope himself.
Then you have the denial that the explosion everybody heard was, in fact, a bomb. No, say the zealous speakers for the Evil Clown, this does not mean that we really worship a Pagan idol. We merely want to direct your attention on the plight of the indigenous people, or on the environment, or on whatever stupid excuse they can find.
Lastly, you have the institutionalisation of the bomb. Little by little, the explosion that never was continues to echo in the places that (allegedly) count. Only two days ago, Pope Evil Clown reminded us that “mother earth” is having a fit of rage, or a hysterical bout, or something of the sort.
He worships the earth, so he thinks he knows.
Meanwhile, Bishops keep blathering about the environment whilst babies get butchered. In the UK, I have heard of appeals to “eat less meat”. So, not eating meat on the day Our Lord was crucified is out of fashion, but not eating meat because one is scared of a cow’s fart is suddenly quite OK.
The sad reality that we need to understand is that, in their vast majority, our prelates do not reflect our faith anymore. They don’t reflect it either because they have either lost it, or because they never had it. When a priest loses the faith (and the more so when he is afflicted by some horrible perversion, as many of these people certainly are) he needs to avoid feeling a total scrounger, a total liar, and a total hypocrite. If he also is a homo (many of them are) he will be in desperate need of a stage, as these people are wont to do.
What does he do? He takes refuge in the values of the world and tries to extract from them the self-esteem and the social recognition (or the stage) he craves. This is why priests, bishops and – insofar as Francis has conscience and a modicum of self-awareness – Popes become apostles of social justice, or bleeding hearts for the environment, or – in the most shameless cases – allies and enablers of the pervert troops.
This is, I think, the mechanism at work for a huge number of progressive bishops and cardinals, including pretty much 100% of the evil people now working at the German “synod”.
For Francis, the matter is a bit more complex. Yes, he might feel bad that he scrounged an entire existence form the Church he hates. However, it is more likely that his social justice and environmental madness drive comes from different motivators: a huge arrogance, a total absence of scruples or shame, an uncommon degree of stupidity, and the desire to show his longest finger to all the people he hates: the Catholics and the rich first of all, those who like normalcy and common sense afterwards.
Francis says that mother earth is growling.
I say that the Angels are crying to heaven for vengeance; not only concerning the countless prelates who support depravity and perversion but, specifically, about Francis.
We will see who is right.
I still hope that we will not have to wait for long before making an educated guess.
I must apologise for considering Pope Francis, for many years now, a scoundrel, a godless, lewd man and, in general, a tool of Satan.
It appears I was wrong as the man is, in fact, a miracle worker.
As he himself admitted, Francis can actually hear “mother earth” speaking (actually, groaning). He can, actually, even listen to .. them speaking to us, warning us that we are approaching dangerous thresholds! Oh, how eloquent Mother Earth… are!
Imagine! The guy wakes up, takes a bath, has breakfast, then walks around the Vatican Gardens. At some point, he kneels (yes, he can!) in front of “mother earth” and simply, silently, humbly, listens.
Forget Sister Lucia! Forget Bernadette! This guy talks with “mother earth” (erm, ur… cough….) “themselves!”
I am so deeply, deeply ashamed of having considered this guy a disgraceful joke of a pope for so many years. Had I known of his supernatural powers, I would have simply understood the errors of my way, and would have chosen a different tack.
Or perhaps the guy is just the disgrace he has always been, and with the years he simply gets more arrogant, more stupid, and even more godless.
Another clear indication of where the “synodal path” is leading has come from the news that the “working group” preparing a part of the work has voted to discuss whether priests are still needed. (Text in German: good luck!).
This is just as explosive as to promote a discussion on whether there are 3 sexes or 49. The very premise is wrong. Not only is the discussion stupid, but no one of those who have voted to have such a discussion should be considered – or, actually, is – a Catholic.
Mind well: the aim here is, obviously enough, not the one of abolishing the priesthood. All those homos out there need a fake (and, in Germany, well paid) job to pursue their perverted interests in their “free time”. So no, it cannot be in their interest to actually “promote” the abolition of the priesthood, as if such a thing were possible in the first place.
The aim of the discussion will show, as surely as the amen in the church, that the “people” actually pain for something else: something no less stupid or impossible, but which will make the proposers of the “reforms” look, actually, like modernisers stopped by evil people in the Vatican. The following outcomes are possible:
We want priests, but we want married ones.
We want priests, but we want women ones.
We want priests, but we want trannies/homos one.
Once again, this is so obvious that it is alarming that the heretics and perverts in Germany feel so safe of the direction the synodal path is taking, that they are willing to use the same methods used during the years of Second Vatican Council (totally outrageous “reforms” are proposed; the likes of Ratzinger and von Balthasar are then seen as “conservatives”), without any fear of being debunked and demasked beforehand.
It really means that the rot in Germany is far more advanced than we thought.
It also means that such rot cannot be eradicated anymore with isolated punishments here and there. When Pius XIII finally shows up, he will be well advised to cull what has remained of the Church in Germany with exemplary harshness and invest, if necessary, decades in the rebuilding of the Church from the ground up.
We do need any priest who even conceives such discussions.
Therefore, we might soon wonder how many actual priests have remained in Germany.