Dies Irae / 2

Christus Vincit! Christus Regnat! Christus Imperat!

Dies Irae

Te Deum Laudamus

Faggoskeletons

Waiting for Cardinal Battaglia’s day

You only need to read here to see your blood pressure rise to unhealthy levels; which, on the day before Easter, is really less than ideal.

I remember the time (when there were no Faggocardinals around) when the twelve people to whom the relevant Cardinal would wash the feet were, actually, priests, or friars; and if they weren’t priest, they were normal parishioners, people from the pews.

In this disgraceful time, it seems that they need to be enemies of the Church.

Let us look at the way the people to whom Faggocardinal Battaglia washed the feet are defined: “representatives of associations and volunteers who fight for peace, justice and the overcoming of the logic of rearmament and oppression”.

Well, you have the faggotry in plain sight, right there. “Peace and justice” activism is, in itself, contrary to Catholicism, then Catholicism teaches to focus on the peace, and on the justice, that will be found after death, and condemns the illusion of wanting to create a paradise on earth. Of course we all like peace, and of course we all thirst for justice, but even my cat knows that the two words together, “peace and justice”, means “socialist activism” at the very least.

It gets, of course, worse, because Faggocardinals do more than encourage Socialism. The “logic of rearmament” already stinks (you may or may not disagree with a particular case, but there is no doubt that armament, in itself, is not bad or sinful and, therefore, the “logic of rearmament” will make sense every time you discover that you are not armed enough). The real bomb, however, is at the end, with the logic of “oppression”. Who has Faggocardinal chosen to represent the people fighting against the “logic of oppression”? A proper, proper, public, scandalous sodomite activist.

This means that Faggocardinal has chosen to glorify those who fight against the logic of Christianity, which is the logic of Christ, one day before the day on which we remember that that very Christ, and He God, gave His life for our sins. A high prelate, a so-called prince of the Church (this one might more properly be called a queen) is using his position to publicly condemn the Church. Let that sink in.

Therefore, you wonder: why is it that these people do this? Can this Battaglia girl not limit himself do you his job as per the job description? If he really wants to – which is very much a disgrace – go all “preferential option”, why does he have to call the obvious condemnation of homosexuality, and the more of sodomy, that are indivisible part of the Church culture and doctrine, “oppression”?

My answer to this is: more likely than not, because he has faggoskeletons in his closet; and when a Cardinal has such skeletons in his closet, he better get on with the program and shill for his “tribe”, firstly in order to avoid being outed and publicly disgraced and, secondly, because he probably even likes it.

If you know three things of the Church of today, you know that what I am saying is not outlandish at all, and you will have one or two names coming to your head very rapidly, and perhaps three or four or five, of Cardinals who were just like that. So yeah, I don’t think I am being rash at all here. In fact, I think that I am being eminently reasonable.

Francis is on his way out. There is no scarcity of Faggocardinals ready to take his place. At this point we are in the hands of Providence, and we will live and die entrusting ourselves to that same Providence, and to the infinite love of a God who chose to die to atone for our sins.

Blasphemy Sends People To Hell

We believe in a Triune God, in the Most Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Whatever else, whatever other “entity”, whatever other assumed being is imagined by people lured by Satan’s lures, that is not God.

It’s not that this assumed being is an incomplete one. It’s not that his followers get it, but in part.

No.

No.

No.

They don’t get it at all, because the idol they are believing in is something else, a false god altogether.

This isn’t difficult. It must be clear after a very short reflection that every conception of an assumed god that would be the “right” one, but lacks Christ and the Holy Ghost is clearly a blasphemy, and this blasphemy must be very clear to everybody to cares for Christianity instead or worshipping political correctness. If there is a greater insult to Christ and the Holy Ghost than to say that God is God without them, I don’t know what that is.

I really don’t know how to say it in a clearer way than this one. It’s not an incomplete Italy without Sardinia and Sicily. It’s taking Japan and calling it Italy, and even this figure of speech does not give the full measure of the Blasphemy.

Father. Son. Holy Ghost.

Accept no substitute, and may God have mercy on you – though he likely won’t – if you insult Him to look nearer to those who follow a religion whose very existence is blasphemy and insult to Him.

Blasphemy sends people to hell. I wish people would remember it more often.

Nature Is Healing

Today was a good day. I was informed, on this day, that two truth bombs exploded in Europe.

The first one was here in the Divided Kingdom, where the Supreme Court informed us that there are only two sexes, genders have no legal significance, and if a man has received from the Scottish government a “gender certificate” he can sell it on EBay as a souvenir of a mad era for all it’s worth now.

The second one is in Hungary, where, with overwhelming majority, the Constitution was changed to say that, well, you know it already.

I shudder at thinking what would have happened if the Supreme Court had decided the other way. I don’t doubt that not only a Labour or LibDem government, but even a “c”onservative one would have declared the debate ended and genders the new “reality”. Happily, the contrary happened and I have the impression that now the same prostitute politicians who would have “approved” of gender theory will gladly “approve” reality and be glad this is past them now.

What this tells us is that the plant of sanity is still very fragile, and needs to be protected from the prostitutes running the country.

Hungary is far simpler and encouraging: it is a strong preventative measure which, I seem to believe, it’s another way of showing that Hungary does not care for external pressure, and will go its own way.

Two truth bombs in one day.

As they say: Nature is healing.

Petty Pope Poncho

Never forget

If you had any doubt that Francis is constantly looking for new ways to flip the bird at you, the last episode has likely dispelled them.

In what I can only define as a stunning, unprecedented show of contempt for the Church and all Catholics, the guy has dared to show himself in what appeared as a poncho, with no clerical garb at all, papal or otherwise. I have often make jokes that the guy would show himself in a tutu, or in a pyjamas. We are getting near.

One can’t even say that he was too lazy to dress, as such a Battleship Satan is certainly dressed by other people, possibly with the help of a crane or two. It’s nothing to do with physical discomfort, it’s all to with a sick, sick soul.

No, it’s not even laziness; something more sinister is at play here: utter contempt and disregard for Catholics, hatred for the Church, and desire to be at the centre of the attention, of being in the news, even if he cannot be part of the Holy Week liturgy.

We have already seen many times how this guy acts based on petty impulses: from not showing up to a concert, to separating the hands of a praying child, to his famous outburst of rage and shocking vulgarity, Francis will do what pleases him in the moment, and his pleasure will be amplified by the knowledge that he is angering you.

This is how the man thinks and operates. Now, as he knows he is approaching death – and also knows how many people are eagerly awaiting the moment, for the good of the Church – he finds new ways to satisfy his petty desires, his great need to spite you, his great hatred for Catholics and the Church. “I am still here, you bastards – he is saying – and I will anger you as much as I know how, for as long as I can”. At this point in his parabole, he does not even fear official censures from bishops or Cardinals. He knows that whatever he does, they will tolerate and wait that he dies, and if he gets too outlandish they will invite Catholics to pray for the oh so holy father, who is so unwell.

Poncho Frankie has pooped out of the potty once again, for all the world to see.

Be assured that it gave him his very spiteful kind of pleasure.

The Best Healthcare System In The World

I was reading this, and I felt the urge to say something that is very much in my heart.

I have still a lot of relatives in Italy, many of them of a certain age, and I can tell you this: the Italian health care system is the best on the planet, bar none, and no discussions allowed.

It is exactly as Mr Allen says: people are treated as humans, and as precious lives, because they treat every life as precious.

In Italy you can be operated for a cancer at 88, or at 98, or have chemiotherapy and all that is necessary done for you, all at no cost to you. Doctors, nurses, everybody will ,literally, *care* for you, *because they are people happy and proud to be able to care for you no matter your age and your “usefulness to society”*. This is all paid by social contributions, which are not cheap, but are not prohibitive, either. You have already realised Italy does not waste its money in DEI courses and equality hires. The money is used for what it is supposed to: care.

Italy is also a pretty brutal solidarity system, in which solidarity is enforced. Last time I have Iooked there were no low-income tax or contributions exemptions. You make 1 euro a year, you pay taxes and social contributions on that single euro, because the principle that you should get without making your part is not there.

Humans are treated like humans. Solidarity means that we care for each other. Nobody is allowed to say “I am too poor to contribute”, and nobody is left out ( I am talking of legal citizen of course).

It is a healthy system. It reflects a profound respect for life, which Italians – disgracefully – do not have with the unborn, but certainly already have with the born. Compare with the UK, where the oh-so-celebrated NHS will tell you that you will have to die, because you are old and it does not make sense to spend money on you. That money must go to equality hires.

I have experienced, with some relatives of mine how they work in Italy, and let me tell you that I am so, so, SO proud of my Country.

Best of lucks to you, Mr Allen.

You are very lucky to have contracted your cancer whilst in Italy.

Weight Watchers, Hooter’s, Harley Davidson

Some interesting things are happening, which I think deserve a little reflection from a Catholic point of view. Three companies are either bankrupt (Hooter’s), on their way to bankruptcy (Weight Watchers, now WW), or severely beaten (Harley Davidson). Let’s see what their troubles tell us.

Hooter’s.

This seems to me a typical example of “get woke, go broke”. Whatever you think of the morality of the exercise, there is no doubt that the company was based on the appeal of pretty girls on the younger male clientele. Now, I don’t know whether Hooter’s problems originated from before going woke, and going woke was the last nail on the coffin, or whether they have done all by themselves; the first hypothesis seems more likely to me. But in any way, putting fatties and trannies in Hooter’s outfit had to be the death knell, as no sane straight male (the absolutely vast, vast majority of them) would want to be seen in a place like that. I have seen pictures that were absolutely cringeworthy, and would make even a White Boy for Kamala think twice before darkening their doors. I think if Hooter’s had wanted to find a way to go bankrupt fast, they could not have found a faster or better one. This is one for the ages as, other than, say, Budweiser’s, it ended in a real Chapter 11 filing.

Weight Watchers

I remember seeing their stuff in supermarkets, and I remember also that their food was clearly overpriced. Still, I think Weight Watchers was more than selling food: it was a sort of support group for fat people. The entire concept always looked strange to me, because I grew up in a very individualistic society, based on self-responsibility and accountability. Where I come from, if you want to lose weight you make the decision and go on with the ( = your) program. If you need a group, you must have either a severe addiction (in that case it will likely help), or a very weak will (in that case it will likely not).

In me Weight Watchers always evoked the image of fat women telling each other how wonderful they look and pretending to eat “healthy”; after which they would be regularly abandoning themselves to an entire tub of chocolate ice cream the first time they see a beautiful woman in bikini. I might be wrong, so don’t shoot me. Still, I think I can say with great confidence that never, ever did Weight Watchers say a word against “body positivity”. If you are too cowardly to resist stupid societal shifts, don’t complain if these societal shifts kill you.

But it was not only that. It is obvious to see other reasons why Weight Watchers would not survive the modern times. Anglo-Saxon Countries are becoming polarised: the healthy people get healthier, the obese people get “fat positive”. If you think that you are “fat positive”, you don’t need Weight Watchers, because you will be “celebrating” your “beauty” to the early grave. If you have a weight problem and want to lose weight, an app that measures your calories or, in case, even stuff like Ozempic promise better results that the mutual support group, which I think often becomes the mutual deception group. The really addict will still profit from a support group, but I don’t think they need to buy food from weight watchers in a world where calories and food groups are written everywhere and are very easy to track. We see here how a mixture of technological change and custom shifting (too many people get very fat, and are happy to get fatter) causes the demise of a business model.

Harley Davidson

I am not a motorcyclist. However, I am very much into cars and, therefore, get news from the motorcycle world that way. I am now informed that the CEO of HD decided to “retire”. Just so you have no doubt, his “retirement” was accompanied by a savage beating from another (former) Board member, representing one of the biggest shareholders and who, if memory serves, resigned in protest (and probably precipitated this “retirement”). The accusation is a familiar one: Harley got, apparently, both woke and stupid.

The stupid part is easy: you start making bikes and bike parts in Mexico and Asia, and you will be severely damaging your brand. It’s a very dumb way of being greedy. It’s particularly stupid when both your US and your overseas clients actually *want* to buy the “Americana” legend behind the brand. Newsflash: last time I looked, Indian produced as much as they reasonably could in the US, and they used that in their marketing. No prizes for guessing who is smart, and… there are tariffs coming soon at the Harley dealership near you!

The woke part is also predictable: from the immensely stupid decision to throw an awful lot of money on a fully electric motorbike even car drivers can tell you is extremely stupid, to the usual array of DEI measures, Harley Davidson have done all they can to alienate their own clients. The result of all that? The sales went down with the testosterone; and no, geniuses, it’s not women and soy boys who buy your motorbikes, nor do 99% of your clients think that there is any planet to be saved.

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Well, there you are there.

Going woke has consequences, and normalising extreme obesity also has consequences.

The End Of The Grift

It is said that the scorpion, when it sees itself cornered and about to be killed, prefers to commit suicide and kill himself with his own venom.

Whilst this is, for all I know, not true, the image is persistent and has entered the public imagination.

This is why, today, I had to think of the scorpion, as soon as I read that the US Bishops’ conference has decided to put an end to the illegals business. The US Bishops are, here, the scorpions because DOGE was coming for them, and the situation of their billions-dollar-grift looked very much the same of the animal already mentioned. This time, the scorpion decided to commit suicide first.

I really hope that we will not be told, now, that without the grift there will be no service. This would, of course, be an admission that this was a veritable industry. Instead, I am confident that the holy swishops will announce that the service will continue, on a reduced scale and on a voluntary basis , with unpaid oh so holy volunteers and those means which they manage to collect from the pew sitter.

This way, we will be able to see how many apostles to the marginalised really want to help the marginalised, and how many Catholics – many, I think – have the pockets full of this periphery rhetoric and socialist social work to help, often, illegals.

This will be fun to watch. Again, I can’t imagine that they will just shut the service down.

No, I really refuse to think it.

Really.

Holidays

It is good to go on holiday for some day. You just relax and disconnect. You don’t even want to know if Fatso lives or not, though you know in the second case the news would reach you anyway.

However, upon returning I came back to the usual barrage of bad news, bad bishops, bad accompaniment and homosexualism, this constant stench emanating from Church matters.

This is why I try to also focus on positive news, to give a long-term perspective, to encourage everyone to think of this vale of tears as a test at the end of which victory awaits and, after the purgatory I have certainly deserved, eternal happiness.

Still, I realise that this is not easy, and that at times the barrage of bad news must weigh heavily on some of you. I wonder if I, myself, am not part of the problem.

I honestly think that a holiday now and then is good for us all, my dear readers. If you see that the current situation deprives you of your serenity, it might be advisable to detach yourself from the news for a while and, as it is fashionable to say today, “zoom out”, if being too near to the issues causes unnecessary pain. In the end, what is important is that we march in serenity towards salvation, not that we expend adrenaline every day over a satanical fatso or one of his faggocardinals.

This also applies, my dear readers, to this blog. I have not looked at my stats for years, and my desire is only to write for those to whom it might be of profit to read, whether few or many. I also hope that the Blessed Virgin reads and, perhaps, approves.

If, however, this blog fills you with sadness at the thought of the situation in the Church, you might do much worse than taking a holiday from this blog, too. My desire is to help you on your way to heaven, not to make you afraid and depressed.

Salvation is made of little efforts, offered with devotions.

Do not care about the Evil Fatso and pray your rosary today.

Francis, or his minions, will never be able to stay between the Elect and their ultimate destiny; so our first job is to work towards realising, one day, that we were always among the Elect, and Francis was a useless tool.

Humble Recommendation

Vatican sources have confirmed that the hearse has been already booked.

Imagine four years of endless babbling, at the end of which no document is produced. This is what just happened in Italy with their “Synod” of holy Francisblabla.

Two things are known: there was a total deluge of amendments to the first draft, and it was maintained that the draft “did not reflect” the blabla of the past four years.

Because we don’t know more, we can be alarmed at the situation. It might be that this was a revolt of Catholics against Francis. It can be that it was the contrary: a faggorevolt against the prudent, neutral nature of the document. It can be that both Catholics and Anticatholics were outraged.

The entire thing is now postponed to the 25 October, when whoever is really in charge instead of Francis will simply impose a text agreeable to him. By that time, Francis will likely be unable to get through the door, so nobody will ever know what role he played.

I allow myself to humbly recommend to Heaven that the problem be solved, before the 25 October, by having Francis comfortably taking place in a humble, very spacious coffin and in having a new Pope elected who is actually Catholic.

But again, I know we don’t deserve it. We don’t deserve any of it.

We might have to live with another abomination in October, when Pope Creosote will be about to explode.

Taking Care Of His Own

I have heard Trump’s speech yesterday, live, all of it. As the speech progressed, it was clear that Trump wasn’t bluffing or posturing, and the biggest blow to Globalism in three decades was being dealt, with great energy, in a historical speech I will probably remember decades from now (provided I am still among the living).

Trump is doing a very simple, natural, instinctual thing: he is taking care of his own.

Those who say that they “love humanity”, or “love everybody”, do not know what love is. To love everybody is to love nobody. To love everybody is to love yourself and yourself alone. The prophets of universal love tend to have in themselves a great deal of narcissism (talking to you, Fatso!).

Trump sincerely loves his country and its people. He is, whatever Francis might say between two servings of humble pastasciutta, putting his own in the first place. This is the way we humans are wired, this is how God made us. From the close family to the enlarged family and friends, and from the local community to the broader Fatherland, we live in the middle of concentric circles of love. We take care of those circles in the same order, and we love them in the same order: the nearest ones first.

This is why Trump, a man of great lucidity even if his talking is somewhat rambling and uncoordinated, dared to say stuff yesterday that no modern leftist globalist atheist would have dared to say: that Countries like Thailand, or Vietnam, will have to suffer because they don’t offer a fair deal to the (actually vastly richer) Americans.

It is good that it be so. Trump is nearer to the American people than he is to the Vietnamese ones. He is supposed to take care of the United States, not of Vietnam. He will offer them a fair deal, but he will not damage his own just because the others are much poorer. Vietnam is not entitled to US-financed prosperity. Every rich father treats his son in a preferential way compared to the poor son of unknown people.

Trump made, yesterday, a brilliant argument: if tariffs and protectionist policies are so bad, why do the others, starting from EU, Japan, and Canada, use them so much? The answer is simple: because they know very well how much they profit from them!

Nor does he blame them for it. China does not owe the United States a fair treatment, if the United States does not insist on it in the first place. You get offered a free meal by a foreign Country, you don’t say no.

Trump has, yesterday, given a lesson of proper caring, and has showed an attitude all too absent from the modern politician: protecting and serving your own, not the ideologies they taught you at university.

Val Kilmer And Christian Science

And it came to pass that, after yours truly published his obligatory tribute to Val Kilmer, I went around on the internet to look for his way of death, and try to have an idea whether the guy was minded about his salvation; of course, only after I said my “eternal rest” for the guy.

Turns out that Mr Kilmer was a Christian of an extremely strange sort, even for Protestants: a member of the so-called Christian Science, a very fringe denomination mainly known for a formerly prestigious magazine and a number of speaking halls. No, it’s nothing to do with Scientology, either.

These people are so out of the balcony that you wonder whether they have fallen out of Christianity altogether, albeit my information is that the Catholic Church does recognise them as Christians.

But what a strange sort they are. Besides the theological strangeness I could not be bothered to investigate, these are people who believe so much in prayer that they think that medical treatment stays in the way of healing, because prayer alone is the best and, in the end, disease is only in the mind. This is, by the way, why Kilmer spoke about the “suggestion of cancer” about his own disease.

What an extremely funny, if likely good-intentioned, way of thinking. It reminds me vaguely of the Pietists, as it is in the end a form of inaction as a result of a misconceived idea of the working of Providence.

Instead of “help yourself and God will help you” it’s “don’t help yourself, and God will help you because you pray”. Mr Kilmer evidently discovered himself that the “suggestion” of cancer was very, very real, and decided to undergo treatment; who knows whether an earlier action would have given him more years, or less trouble.

We see here a typical trait of Protestant sects: the twisting of something that is, in itself, both good and true, that is: the spiritual benefits and, if God so wills, the healing power of prayer, into a deformed version that takes leave of the sound thinking of Catholicism.

Catholicism is logical, but also profoundly practical. It’s an eminently no-nonsense-way of thinking. It’s the way God wants us to think and to act, with piety but also with a robust common sense, as Mr Kilmer apparently came to realise at some point.

Say a prayer for him, a sinner, in your piety, so that this piety may be of profit to him now, and to you one day.

Rest In Peace

Francis Officially Apostatises

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This is really, really too much.

At this point I cannot see how he can remain pope, even pope with a very small “p”.

I am only awaiting for the official declaration of the SSPX that the man has now officially left the Faith. Enough is enough. Thank God he has not much left.

We are accustomed to countless antics from this guy. I know he has abused God’s patience for too long.

But declaring to the Mufti of Jerusalem that he wants to convert to Islam is really one step too far.

If you don’t believe me (and I would really not blame you if you didn’t; we really live in unbelievable times) go and read the “Guardian” on the matter (I am on the train with very bad signal now so I can’t attach the link, but you’ll find it very fast).

At least, this makes things come to a head. This *will* force a reaction.

Once again: I am not a popemaker. I defer to those who are the proper custodians of the Faith. I am, therefore, now awaiting the SSPX on the matter. What they say, I will follow and adhere to. But heavens, this seems clear enough to my little intelligence.

I am too angry now, and I don’t think I should write stuff that I would regret.

May God have mercy on us all.

DOGE, Ethics, And Francis

As some things in the Church (particularly Francis) become fatter and fatter, other things become leaner and leaner.

One of these is the Federal Machine under the tender and loving care of the Department for Government Efficiency, or DOGE. DOGE is a beautiful example of what happens when criteria of private economy are applied to the public hand. The people who are helping Elon Musk to explain the working of DOGE in the video above make something clear that you should, if you live in the USA, repeat to everyone who wants to hear and to everybody who does not want to: DOGE is not about the political decision of what programmes should be advanced, what subsidies paid, and what choices made. DOGE is about the administration doing efficiently what the politics has decided to do. Heck, DOGE is even helping Musk to become more efficient! This is the first time I see him speaking in such a coherent and articulate manner, instead of dishing out his usual flashes of consciousness and broken sentences.

A side advantage of this is that, when expenses are reduced, the remaining expenses become, ipso facto, safer. If an expense is deemed worth making, reducing the deficit is an excellent way to make sure that there will never be the necessity to eliminate it. But this is a side effect. DOGE is not about deciding what to do, it is about doing it better. It is, also, about elimination of fraud, because fraud is becoming a much larger aspect of this than inefficiency.

Of course, this has – like everything in life – consequences. If Elon & Co manage to reduce expenses to the tune of $1tn, there will be (temporarily) a substantial contraction (around 3.6%) of the economy of a country with a GDP of, let us say, $28tn. Still, this is a wrong way of seeing things. Firstly, this is like an addict trying to get out of his addiction: of course at the start there will be pain, the alternative is to keep giving his body more drugs which cause a far bigger problem down the line. Secondly, the combination of lower deficit (1tn out of 28tn of GDP is lower than most EU Government these days) and/or, perhaps, tax rebates would, in time, help the economy get on a better footing. A country with less debt is a country that can grow stronger, and a Country that channels vast resources to productive purposes instead of shuffling papers will grow an awful lot stronger in the years to come. A country that grows, in real term, its economy by, say, 12% in 4 years can afford to both reduce federal taxes and annihilate the current federal deficit.

DOGE is helping everyone: the rich and the poor in this generation, and absolutely everyone in the generations to come.

Now let us look at the ethical implications of this.

If I could interrupt, someway, Francis as he is in the act of stuffing his face, I would ask him who is a good person: a person who encourages illegality in the name of a utopian, frontier-less planet, or a person who tries to make a better world in the real world, in what really counts, for his dear ones, his compatriots, and future Americans.

I know the answer, and you know what Francis’ answer would be. Virtuous talk disappears when confronted with people who do real good.

By the way, these are all people who are renouncing to substantial earnings in order to be part of this project. As long as a Country produces these people, this Country has a future.

Francis Should Resign

Francis in an endearing pose, image taken around 90 kilos ago.

Fat Evil Clown is now confined into his room at the House of Saint Martha. We are informed that the most important thing now is to “avoid infections”. The resuming of the normal activities in “unthinkable” .

One would think that the best place to avoid infections is a hospital, particularly a very good one like the Gemelli. But no, it has to be a hole floor in the place where he lives, probably so that the attention is directed away from the fact that he can now do nothing else than being a menace for his bed.

A very limited number of people – apparently only two – will have access to him. This makes them the de facto Co-Popes, then they can say outside that Francis has authorised everything, disposed everything, forbidden everything they want to. Too tired to sign. Too tired to read. He has been informed, though. He is very lucid and full of that Marxist spirit, you know… Mind, also, that one of the two appears to be a doctor, so he will likely stay out….

I know one thing the man will do now: eat. Prisoner in a bed without any kind of movement, and too stubborn to accept the benevolent discipline his doctor would certainly impose on him, Francis will go on as per his usual self, very afraid of dying but still unwilling to let a meal or other go and switch to lentils, eggs, spinach and salmon for a change.

It is, frankly, a shame.

This is not a Pope whose huge charisma does a lot of good to the Church just by remaining pope; on the contrary, it is a disgrace mocked by his same prelates. This is also not a guy of whom it can be said that, as he is surrounded by people of exceptional quality, he can be trusted to have the barque stay the course during his last stint on the throne. No, this is a guy surrounded by sycophants, many of them perverts, whom Francis could easily control and manipulate.

Lastly, but most importantly, is what the man has always said he would do. When it was convenient, Francis said that he would do the same as Benedict did. Now that he realises that an abdication might well mean the end of a good part of his temper tantrums, he decides to be Pope Fatso The Bedridden, and the Church be damned.

I have, up until very recently, thought that he would be better that he does not resign. But I also thought that there would likely be not much of a waiting. Turns out I might be wrong, as the guy might go on until he ends up like Mr Creosote.

I also thought, initially, that an inactive Francis is still a not so bad situation. But the problem is, “inactive” Francis can suddenly become very active if the circle around him (many of them, as you will remember, perverts) decides that it should be so.

No, if he has any dignity, the guy must recognise that he is not in a position to do any good, and that it is now required of him that he does what he has repeatedly said he would do. If that should happen – not holding my breath – you can also be assured that no Bennyvacantists 2.0 will cry “fraud”, either.

Yes, he has to go. No, I am afraid he won’t.

Yes, he will be a disgrace to the end.

Being “Connected”

No thanks. I an not crying.

The kind of rubbish that one reads around from the sycophants of the Evil Clown is really more than a person can take without getting angry.

I read somewhere today that a guy thinks that Francis is teaching us a new doctrine of being unable to do anything, or something along those lines. It’s as if the guy was good for having health problems that are, at least in part, of his own doing.

But the concept is just bonkers in itself. Has not JPII already pretended to run the Church, when even my cat understood that he wasn’t there with his head, and the Vatican was being run by people nobody had ever elected Pope? How did that work, oh apostles of the doctrine of the incapable pope?

The contradiction is even more glaring when one considers that this very guy has stated, several times in the past, that he would follow Benedict’s example and resign if he saw that can’t run the Church anymore. Turns out that was lie #43256, apparently, but nobody wants to make him accountable for that.

And really, what grates one the most is the sycophancy.

Francis could die blaspheming and crying “cazzo”, and these people would tell us that he wanted to be connected to people’s language and to the frailty of his flock to the last.

We are not there yet.

Remember to pray for a happy death, and for a Catholic Pope.

One Laugh Will Bury Them

Angry Feminist, 2025

I have often thought – and become more and more persuaded of it as time goes by – that ridicule is an extremely effective weapon.

People do not react so readily to other people being angry. They will, however, connect to these people very fast if the angry people have the ability to make them laugh. This is why Winnie the Pooh is forbidden in China.

Xi is not afraid of the opposition. He is afraid of becoming Winnie the Pooh.

It works in everything, from faggotry to evil pontificates. It works very well – and increasingly better as social media expand – concerning social phenomena.

The three (not one) videos I have posted yesterday were not the creation of some brilliant comedian. This was simply an AI engine putting together an extremely long list of very, very funny comments about the “Snow Woke” debacle, and setting them in order to a tune. Absolutely hilarious, and hilarious because so true, hilarious because the expression of the popular anger, in a way that makes you laugh.

Those videos have, I am sure, caused far more damage to Woke Disney that all the critics together who have smashed the movie. You could have had twenty angry YouTubers joining the fray, the results would have never been so glorious.

We saw this also, very clearly, during the last US elections. The White Dudes For Kamala were so cringe, that the Democrats even helped their opponent in ridiculing them. You make your adversary laughable and utterly ridiculous, you demolish him way more than by screaming. Another reason, by the way, why hardcore feminism is dying: hardcore feminists are the unhappiest, most bitter, most unpleasant people around.

It works every time.

One laugh will bury them.

Snow Woke Can Be Great Fun!

Meet Pope Creosote

Well, the guy got out of the hospital without having his feet first. However, the look is shocking.

This is the best impersonation of Mr Creosote I have seen in my entire life; and I live in the UK, a Country that in the Fatty Olympics has a guaranteed medal.

It’s quite, quite shocking. It must be the combination of some medical effect and a total inability to stay away from knife and fork, because we already know that the guy kept stuffing his face to the point of being forced to sit in a wheelchair, even after the doctors told him if he pays attention he does not have to. But hey, that’s temperance for you.

I am curious to know now how much has remained of the man’s extremely evil brain. Will he be able to keep telling people what to do, or will the Parolin Squad take control and run the shop for Mr Lasagna? The way this guy looks it is difficult to think of him talking to people in public, as in my experience very fat people tend to have a shorter breath, and for a guy with his already shot lungs it must be difficult to speak with any degree of easiness. Not being a doctor, I am now imagining his lungs and thoracic cavity heroically fighting the mass of fat that wants to collapse everything. But in general, we don’t know how able he will be to function. That he can eat is clear.

I am sure some of you will say that this is cruel, or out of place, or not charitable. If you do, this blog might not be the right reading for you.

This is a guy who ate himself to almost death whilst trying to remake Catholicism in his disgusting image and resemblance.

I do not feel like giving him any discount.

Discipline And Religion: UK’s Double Epic Fail

Like having freckles, he thinks…

I have been, on this little effort, a proponent of the value of discipline. Discipline is as important in your everyday life as it is important in the economy of salvation.

It takes discipline to pray the rosary and to get up to go to work, it takes discipline to go to Mass without making excuses and to do your work diligently without cutting corners. It takes discipline not to stuff one’s mouth with sugary stuff. It takes discipline to become a trustworthy individual.

Discipline is at the heart of what we do. Conversely, when discipline fails, everything fails.

Which is why the United Kingdom is falling apart in every conceivable measure. There is no discipline at school, so we have an army of people with a university degree and unable to even write or count, because grammar and mathematics are racist and the teachers are a bunch of lazy leftist asses without discipline. There is no discipline in eating, with hippos everywhere walking around like being obscenely fat is the same as having freckles. There is no discipline in religion, with whatever has left of it – which is little – sacrificed on the altar of that other intellectual laziness, nicety at all costs.

In the UK, the phenomenon is now getting quite alarming. There are millions of young people simply terrified at the idea of having to work, and accumulating real or pretended mental health issues just because they are confronted with the realities of life.

In a way, one understands how this could happen. Imagine a young boy or girl who has never been told to even show up in class, who has gone through school without any real danger of having to repeat a year, who has not been thought to read, to count, to learn; who has never being thought to sacrifice something today for something bigger tomorrow; who has never being given fundamental coordinates: life, death, heaven, hell, sin, penance, or prayer.

Such a young person is a child, and a rather obtuse one at that, suddenly thrown in the midst of life, in a place where you have to show up in time, do what you’re told, actually learn to read and count, all this whilst being paid, as it is natural for such young and utterly unqualified people, little.

The United Kingdom is still so, that in the vast majority of private economy cases people really don’t care about how you feel. You don’t show up, you’ll soon be fired. You can’t count, you better learn fast. You don’t want to follow orders, you are out by lunch time. Admittedly, a scary environment for an illiterate, lazy, spoiled grown up child.

Once upon a time, discipline would have helped. Once upon a time, this discipline would have applied to prayer, and would have thought the virtues of asking for what you need, whilst hoping that it will come in God’s good time, and with the humility of asking God to guide our steps. Not anymore.

No discipline, therefore no results. No results and no religion, therefore fear of living. Fear of living, therefore mental illness.

To think that the discipline of praying every day, and asking God to guide our steps would do so much, so much!

But no, better waste one’s life as an illiterate Zeppelin on antidepressants.

Yes, I see a clear link, bright as the sun. The abandonment of religious discipline is an important part of the abandonment of discipline, because religion properly lived will require discipline from you, and will give you a good part of that spine that is necessary for a fulfilled life.

The United Kingdom does not get it. This is the reason of its epic fail.

No Clowns In The Middle

You’ll have to stay out.

The phone call between Trump and Putin took place; it lasted far longer than the daily bloviations of Alexander Mercouris (I hope the pace was faster, as you cannot put a guy on the phone at 1.75x speed) and it led to, predictably, nothing.

My impression is that Putin decided to invest the 2 1/2 hours of the call to instruct Trump about the realities on the ground, in order to decrease the toxic influence on Trump of all those deluded Neocons still believing their fantasies about Russia’s weakness. Calmly but systematically, as he is accustomed to doing, Putin has certainly explained to Trump that Russia will unavoidably win this, will take every part of the Ukraine that it wants to take, and will happily ignore, if needs be, whatever whining (EU) or barking (USA) should come from the other side.

Smart as he always is, Putin played this masterfully and gave Trump a chocolate cookie: no bombing of certain infrastructure for 30 days. This is basically nothing, as Putin will simply spare the ballistic missiles he will then happily shoot starting from day 31; but it makes both of them look good, so it’s a good chocolate cookie. I must say that both look good after this call, but Putin looks better, because he made Trump look as the good guy who wants peace, but can’t do anything to impose conditions on his own. Russia is no Ukraine, and no Canada.

The guy who, once again, got entirely humiliated is the Cocaine Dwarf. His protestations notwithstanding, Putin and Trump will hash this out without useless clowns in the way, be they from Kiev or from Brussels. It’s going to be two manly men and a bottle of orange juice, as they are both teetotallers.

Still, another angle of this call is to be examined. Whilst the Western world is entirely fixated on the Ukraine, I think Trump has largely written the Ukraine off. Apart from a sincere desire to stop the useless carnage of Ukrainian lives, he has other reasons why a collaboration with Putin is very welcome to him. Greenland and the Middle East, rare earths and Arctic routes are of far greater strategic importance to the USA than the Ukraine once the decision has been made, as it has most certainly been made, to stop the decades-long attempt to encircle Russia with a NATO threat, and to extend it to “regime change” if at all possible.

Plus, there is China, which Trump certainly considers a bigger threat than Russia.

When you put all these elements together, you understand the game Trump is playing: look reasonably good and avoid the Russia hoax the Democrats are trying to rehash, whilst trying to put an end to the war and collaborate with Putin on as many areas as possible.

The most refreshing thing in all this is the fact that both parties now clearly agree on this: it is between the two of them, without clowns in the middle.

Resting Bitch Face

Resting Bitch Face

I had written, some time ago, about the opportunity and advisability of giving appropriate proof of life for the Evil Clown.

I did not ask much: a picture with a newspaper would have sufficed. Well, it wasn’t to be. What was released very recently was an extremely strange picture of a fat guy, from three quarter back, whom we are not even allowed to see in the face. The crane that was likely necessary to put the fat man there was, also, not visible. Strange skull, too. I’d have said our Humble Fatso would have had more hair and a more rounded skull; but hey, I have been wrong so many times in my life…

Still, the fact remains that we have a picture without a face, which is extremely strange. I do not think that this is Vatican officials trolling the press, as this would be really absurd.

What I think is this: Francis, who is an extremely petty, and also very vain, did not want to be pictured in the face.

I see two very obvious, possible explanations for this. The first is that Francis does not want, for vanity reasons, show his bloated face. It can certainly be, and certainly I do not put this past the man.

The second is that the man, who is extremely petty and has a “resting bitch face” of considerable renown, is currently very angry at his health condition and just did not want to make a presentable face for the camera. Who is so petty and capricious, you will say? Francis, is the answer.

Obviously, I wasn’t there, so don’t take this as facts. Still, it seems to me that 12 years of having to live with the character of this man make both hypotheses, and particularly the second, quite realistic.

I imagine that Francis will be told to make the effort and fake a serene face for his twelve adoring fans, all of the homosexuals, as that picture was too dumb. We shall see.

Keep praying for a good, holy and, most of all, Catholic pope soon.

Bitcoin, The Gold Florin, And You

FOREWARD

I very seldom write about financial stuff, though I think I understand of financial stuff at least as much as I understand of Catholicism. If you appreciate my knowledge of Catholicism, you can do worse than paying attention to what I am about to write; and because this will be a special effort, I also expect from you, if you read this, three Hail Marys, properly said, from the heart, for the salvation of myself and those I love. I mean it. If you read, you pay. It’s not a very heavy payment, either.

Today I want to talk about Bitcoin. Not any other cryptocurrency, because none of them is worth anything. The only cryptocurrency that counts, and always will count, is Bitcoin. There is no second best. There is no second at all. Bitcoin is God’s gift to humanity. As I go on, you will understand better what I am saying.

THE PAST

There used to be a time when currencies were (seriously) backed by Gold or – even better – they consisted, themselves, of Gold. Think the Florin in Florence, or the Ducat in Venice. The introduction of such gold-backed currencies had long-lasting effects on the history of civilisation. Let us look at the advantages of a Gold currency.

It does not allow a government to spend more than it has. If you want to coin more coins, you need more gold. There is no “printing press”. Gold currencies create thrifty governments by default.

It protects beautifully from inflation. Not only there is no “printing press”, but the difficulty of extracting Gold and its relative scarcity is such that the amount of gold in circulation increases very slowly, perhaps 1% a year or a little more. Still, as in a gold currency system the economy grows, and this growth must be supported by gold, this is no problem at all, as the scarce Gold will grow in value with the growth of the economy. If the economies grows, over decades, around 3% a year in real terms, and gold grows, over decades, around 1% a year, ceteris paribus you will have gold appreciating 2% a year in real terms. This means that your gold coin will, in 30 years’ time, buy substantially more of the same bread, flour, or wine, than it does now.

It changes people’s minds and makes them thrifty. The introduction of gold coins in the XIII Century caused the start of mass saving among the poor and the simple. Just as it had happened during the Roman Empire, a stable gold coin gave poor people – people who couldn’t buy land or real estate, or buy participation in enterprises – a great incentive to save for their children. If you know that your sacrifices will allow you to leave to your children something that can’t be ruined by a government, you will go to great lengths to save for your children. This, in turn, changes the entire person, it makes him better. A better father or mother, who naturally teach their children to think long-term. Yes, it includes Salvation, the ultimate long-term investment.

As a result of the above, the economy contracted briefly, but after a while an awful lot of money was available for commercial enterprises, as many people – likely, in this case, not the poorest among the poor, and a tad more sophisticated – started to entrust their money to banks, who paid to them interest for the service and lent the money to entrepreneurs. What followed was a colossal expansion of the banking system and of investments, with a great growth of the wealth of nations as a result. All the beauty and the splendour of the Renaissance come from there.

It does not end there, though. In a gold economy, wars are generally short and limited. Because those wars have to be financed with gold (no soldier accepts to get paid in an inferior currency, not linked to gold and which can be increased by the government at will, when gold coins are around), waging wars means having to find great quantities of gold, largely by taxation. This is an extremely unpopular endeavour, that generally does not end well.

So you see all the advantages of gold coins right here, from the protection of the humble to the promotion of thriftiness and from the promotion of economic growth to the protection against long, extremely bloody wars. Plus, the improvement in the way people think. People with solid currencies think solidly.

MODERN ERA

Gold is difficult and expensive to move in great quantities, though. This gave, in time, and as international economic systems were growing, rise to a system of gold-backed currencies and, unavoidably, of not-so-gold-backed currencies, because at that point you got a note from a bank (a bank-note), that said that you could exchange the note for gold, but because almost nobody did it (see above: expensive to move in quantity) you never really knew whether the bank could pay everybody in gold if they so wished, nor was the bank legally obliged to back every note with gold. From notes issued by banks we moved, to add stability to the system, to notes issued by newly constituted Central Banks, and the rest is history: as the First World War erupted, most major Countries exited the gold standard, and the attempts to restore it after it were few and rather pathetic, because at that time the Governments had discover the beauty of having your own money printers, and of your voters allowing you to get away with it.

THE FIAT YEARS

We then entered the era of the Fiat (as in the Latin, Fiat, “so be it”: the same words, translated in Latin, pronounced by the Blessed Virgin to the Archangel Gabriel) currencies. These currencies are not “backed” by anything. Their value exists solely in virtue of the Government that issues them decreeing that it be so. There were, during the decades that followed, some mechanisms that were meant to improve stability (one of them, and much later, the Bretton Wood agreements, with the anchoring to the dollar, which was officially anchored to gold if you are a Government, which nobody really believed even then) but, as a rule, we see already with WW I what happens when Fiat substitutes a gold-backed currency.

Governments can now spend as much as their voters will allow them to. The pressure to increase spending to “help the poor” does not have to be countered by taking gold out of people. You can just print banknotes. Alternatively, you can print bonds. In both cases, it’s just a matter of what you get away with.

You have no protection from inflation. At any time, your Government can shut down the economy, print like there is no tomorrow, and soon cause an inflation of 10% a year, as happened during the Plandemic. WW I or the hyperinflation in Germany in the Twenties are other, more extreme, examples.

The poor are not incentivised to save anymore. They see what WW I made to their savings, and the proletariat starts to spend the money in drinks, gambling, and whores instead. Yes, there were many times, in many Countries, where you could protect your money from inflation buying public debt bonds; but make no mistake, these bonds (even when yours truly was a child), where not in reach of the proper poor, and whether and how they protected you from inflation was not assured, and always perilous. For more than two decades now government debt has been a joke in the matter of protection from inflation. This has caused, among millions of people – particularly poor and not well-educated, and not willing or able to deal with the complexities and volatility of the stock market – extreme resentment towards their Government.

The economy becomes more unstable. Central banks can, by expanding or contracting the amount of money in circulation, influence the real economy of a country. This is a difficult, dangerous endeavour, which often ends in booms and busts. The expansion periods are now far more pronounced than in the gold-backed era, and the recessions far more brutal. Mad parties followed by mad hangovers. Mind here that I am fully aware that central banks do all they can – bar political pressure – to calm down the party and mitigate the hangover, but it is a very difficult endeavour that often ends in tears, and is constantly confronted with the above-mentioned political pressure.

Finally, wars are now long and extremely bloody. Do not think only of the usual examples like WW I and WW II. Just watch the local conflict in the Ukraine, with hundreds of billions of dollars just wasted on the Ukraine alone, recklessly promised because it’s so easy to print bonds and have them signed by a Government which will never be able to pay the money back. Nor does this only affect the Ukraine. Inflation in Russia was at 9.5% last year, and the Bank of Russia had to savagely increase interest rates. After the party (great economic growth in Russia in real terms in 2023 and 2024, fueled by military expenses as in the case of the Vietnam War; it tells you how stupid the US and EU bureaucrats are), it is now time for the hangover.

This is, in short, the world that we have lived in up to 2008.

THE BITCOIN ERA DAWNS

In 2008 an absolutely remarkable guy enters the scene. A person well-versed in mathematics and cryptography, he launches an initiative to create a cryptocurrency. He never reveals his real name, or profession. He chooses the pseudonym Satoshi Nakamoto. I ask you to pray for this great, great man.

Nakamoto organises a group of mathematicians and other experts who, collaborating entirely remotely and via email, develop this new “cryptocurrency”. They call it, predictably but beautifully, Bitcoin.

BITCOIN CHARACTERISTICS

Bitcoin is not physical. It is a protocol, like the protocol that allows you to send and receive emails. When you receive an email, all over the world, the same protocol is used. If you change the protocol, the new protocol will not send emails to any email with the old protocol, but only to those with the new protocol. Predictably, one standard protocol to receive (and one to send) emails rules the world.

Bitcoin is impervious to inflation, because the protocol (which cannot be changed) limits the number of Bitcoins to an absolute maximum of 21 million. This is better than gold, because the quantity is absolutely fixed. This is the stablest, solidest currency that ever existed.

Bitcoin is extremely easy to transfer, because no transport is involved. Bitcoins are zeros and ones on an extremely long software called a blockchain. If you have some information *seriously* memorised, it travels with you wherever you go (say: you are fleeing a tyrannical regime), but you can, even without memorisation, transfer any quantity of Bitcoin extremely fast around the globe. There are, however, technicalities here that require a learning curve if you really want to have control of your Bitcoins with your own “seed phrase” and “cold storage”, and there are dangers involved. Thankfully, in the age of Bitcoin ETFs this is not necessary. They are a compromise (for example, they do not protect you from the risk of confiscation, same as every other brokerage or current account) but, for the purposes of most people who don’t think they might have to flee the country fast, they are more than good enough.

Bitcoin is anonymised. As long as a Government cannot link your name to your Bitcoins, or physically get control over them, it cannot confiscate them. Again, very handy if you need to flee because your government thinks you were praying in your home near an abortion factory. However, the blockchain also records every transaction, forever, which is why Bitcoin is not good for criminals, and also why the US, as it has now emerged, have a huge quantity of confiscated Bitcoins (and other coins, familiarly called Shitcoins) that will now (the Bitcoins, not the Shitcoins) become part of the Bitcoin Strategic Reserve (more on this later).

Bitcoin cannot be highjacked, falsified, hacked, or in any way fraudulently manipulated. A sort of open source system, the Bitcoin system is run and maintained – both for the processing of payments and for the preservation of the integrity of the protocol, together with the improvements that are added to it from time to time to constantly improve its security and efficiency – by an extremely dispersed community of tens of thousands of people, who all have an extremely high interest – ethical, but most of all financial – to the preservation of its integrity. It’s like Fort Knox, 1000 times safer. It is so safe, that Governments and Central Banks trust its security mechanisms with investments worth billions.

Bitcoin also has another absolutely remarkable, completely unique characteristic: his founder.

SATOSHI NAKAMOTO

Satoshi Nakamoto (probably a Brit, Australian or New Zealander, because he wrote strictly in British English with the fluency of a native) was aware, from the start, that his new currency would likely become a great success, and that with this success he, as a person, would become the most powerful element in the system, with the ability to influence changes to the protocol due to, again, his enormous prestige. What this man does, then, is to show in the most brutal of ways his desire to *not* do so.

He only writes through a pseudonym. Nobody knows his face. He assigns to himself 1 million bitcoins out of the 21 million (you might say that the 21 are the 20 plus the 1 for him), and then never touches anything (which, with Bitcoin, can be easily verified everyday, because his bitcoins are known and linked to him: nobody can touch them, but everybody can see if he has touched them!). He literally disappears, in order to show that the currency will now be free from any influence from himself.

This guy is now sitting, if he is still alive – which he likely is, and thought to be middle-aged by now – on a wealth of (as I write this) 84 billion dollar, of which he does not touch a cent in order to show his disinterest and in order not to bring any disturbance in the system; this, in turn, shows that a system like this can work only if there is absolute certainty that nobody, nobody, will ever try to influence it. Satoshi Nakamoto gives us, every day, 84 billions reasons to trust the imperviousness of the system.

This selfless, self-sacrificing behaviour is an enormous strength of the Bitcoin, and it is absolutely unique to it. Many Shitcurrencies (remember: every cryptocurrency that is not a Bitcoin is a Shitcurrency, including the ones of DJT and Melania) are created by venture capitalists, or anyway by a limited number of people. These people “control the printing press” as, like a Central Bank, they can decide to “change the rules” (talking to you, Ethereum!), and you’ll never know when they start creating inflation of their own assets in order to be – like a Central Bank – the beneficiaries of it. This is how great, absolutely selfless, movingly self-effacing Satoshi Nakamoto is. This is why there are already monuments dedicated to him, and why many, many more there will be in future.

Satoshi Nakamoto is the one who gave the Gold Florin, but a better one, back to you. Again, in your charity, say a Hail Mary for him. God has accomplished great things through this man.

WHAT A CURRENCY IS

You now understand the advantages of this new, supranational (like Gold) currency. You now also begin to understand what a currency is. We are all so influenced by the Fiat currency thinking that we naturally assume that, if there is no government behind it, there is no currency. This is absolutely not the case. Gold, silver, copper, shells, stones and who knows how many other things have been used, in the past, with this purpose. The bank-issued notes (the first bank-notes) were not a Fiat currency, either! A currency is something that is accepted as a means of payment (always) and, if it is strong enough, as a storage of wealth. In order to do this, there is no need that a Government is involved. What is needed is that whatever is used as a currency (the gold, silver, copper, shells, or stones) is of a rare quality, that cannot be easily devalued with inflation. Not every shell can be used as a currency. It must be a particular shell, very difficult to obtain, and therefore accepted as something that will continue to have value.

BITCOIN IS A THREAT TO FIAT CURRENCIES

We come now to the modern times, when everybody witnesses the rise of this new type of shell (or, better said, of this New Gold Florin). This new currency is a threat to the Fiat currencies, and with it a threat to all Western Governments. Why? Because, exactly in the same way as it would happen if Gold started to be used again as currency (which would most likely not happen for the reasons I have said above, and you will notice that supranational financial institutions prohibit their Countries from issuing currency linked to Gold), there is a superior currency in town. This superior currency will, given time (likely decades) become the absolute new game, and every other currency will have to be measured by it. This will force a level of thrift in all Western Governments that was not seen since the time before WW I. How does, say, the Euro measure when compared to this immutable, non-inflation-able, rock-solid currency? Very badly? Off with you then, incompetent politicians! Give us a better currency, which means a better governance! Give us a currency that we can transmit to our children! Not quite as good as the Bitcoin, certainly (because Bitcoin is unique: no inflation, no political pressure, no change even in case of war or calamity),but better than what we have now! Can you see why the IMF, the World Bank, all the Western Governments hate Bitcoin? I knew you would.

But wait… ***all*** Governments?

THE CRYPTO PRESIDENT ENTERS THE SCENE

Until last year, Bitcoin was like the Panda: very beautiful, but threatened with extinction. The combined enmity of all big Governments and supranational organisations justified scepticism about, if not its existence, its ability to shape world events and establish itself as a worldwide “New Gold Florin”. This is why a lot of people preferred to be on the sidelines, observing with great interest this new phenomenon, but very mindful of all the axes trying to get at this young tree. It is fair to say that Bitcoin was, until the 6th November 2024, a great, beautiful promise with a great danger attached.

Everything changed on that fateful night of glory. A Billionaire himself, and surrounded by many Billionaires (some of them absolute Bitcoin fans, like Elon Musk), Trump lives in an environment that understands what a currency is, and the implications of Bitcoin for the future of a nation, better than most. Because Trump is interested in the welfare of his people and understands the immense growth and wealth potential of Bitcoin, he embraced it. When he became President, it was a total game-changer.

Four year of Crypto-Presidency (everybody is on board, including JD Vance, just in case the Deep State finally does manage to put a bullet in Trump’s head) will cause the dams to break. Allowed to grow in this protected environment, the Bitcoin Tree will soon be too big for anybody to axe down. From Central Banks all over the world, to the treasury functions of all big corporates, to pension funds, to many, many millions of private citizen the world over, Bitcoin is going to enter every nook and cranny of the financial space. Wherever you live now, your Central Bank is examining the purchase of Bitcoin. Every Billionaire, every big corporation is doing the same. This is now an unstoppable mechanism. The biggest evidence of this came in the last weeks, when the greatest economic power on Earth decided to launch a Bitcoin Strategic Reserve. Bitcoin is the new Gold, but it is more important than Gold now, because nobody can say how much its value will rise in the next decades. Bitcoin is, in fact, so superior to Gold that it’s not even funny, for the reasons explained above.

Bitcoin has most certainly won the fight for survival. What is now going to begin is a very long, but unavoidable, march towards world-domination as a store of wealth and world reference currency.

BITCOIN AND YOU (NOT FINANCIAL ADVICE!!)

Bitcoin is still in its infancy. The paltry $84k that a Bitcoin costs as I write this will absolutely pale when compared to the value of one Bitcoin in 20, 30, 50 years. Huge processes like this one take decades. The Florin took decades before the second modern Government (Venice) decided to have its own version of it (the above mentioned Ducat). During these decades, the Bitcoin will likely keep being extremely volatile, albeit presumably less and less so as years go by. This is not only because of the intrinsic difficulty to “value” something of such ground-breaking importance, but also – and unavoidably – because the volatility attracts – and is in turn increased by – the speculators, or gamblers. The temptation to make a “quick buck” is what moves these people. Not only they might not be successful (it is extremely difficult to “time the market”), but they are throwing away their financial future. If you know that every dollar you invest today in BTC will very likely (again: not financial advice!) transform into a big, big multiple of its value in real terms in the next decades, you don’t speculate, you buy and hold for the rest of your life like the peasant of the XIII Century did with his Gold Florins, which had cost him so much sacrifice and gave him so much joy and consolation at the thought of what they would do for his children.

You need to hold forever or, as it is jokingly said, HODL (Hold On for Dear Life). You need to not look at the market fluctuations (which will be absolutely massive!!) if this makes you uneasy. You need to keep buying every month (either in form of ETF or in form of cold storage; some brokerage will allow you to buy the BTC directly, albeit again remember that you will not be in full control because, same as with an ETF, you will not have the seed phrase to your Bitcoin) for yourself and for your children, and you need to educate (again, replicating the beautiful societal changes of the XIII Century, then a better currency makes for better people) your children about the value and beauty of letting a fleeting pleasure go today for an vastly more durable satisfaction tomorrow. It is a fact that, already today, the Bitcoin community is made of very thrifty people. The magic of the Gold Florin has come back again and, again, it is involving every aspect of life!

Buy and HODL. Understand that we are now at the dawn of a new era. Those who understand this now and start acting now will have a much better future for themselves and for their children. No, it’s not too expensive. It’s not too expensive at $84k, and it’s not too expensive at $840k or $8.4m. You can accumulate an X amount per month, and your Satoshis (100 millions of Satoshis are one Bitcoin) will add up rapidly in time. Read this blog post several times if needs be, and understand what kind of absolutely massive wealth (the one that already exists plus, importantly, the one that will be created in the decades to come) will be locked in this absolutely genial, new but, in fact, very old, kind of currency.

CONCLUSION

We are here at the end of my reflections. I have made them out of sincere love for my readers, and out of desire to be of help to them and their descendants. This is how important I think Bitcoin is, and this is how radically the changes that we are going to see will change even the way many people think. Bitcoin is freedom, of course, but it is also the harbinger of a way of thinking, and of a way of being, that the world has forgotten.

Once again, if you have come here, I think that I am entitled to ask you, in payment, three Hail Marys, properly said, from the heart, for the salvation of myself and those I love.

Many thanks

12 Years Of Evil

Evil Clown, hopefully not clowning for very long anymore now.

The 13th March, and we are all 12 years older. Francis too, disgracefully, as I have often wished – nor do I regret it – that his days may be short.

I was reflecting, today, on what is the message that I got from the 12 years we have just passed. What keeps coming to my mind is this two:

The first: God is sending us a message about the intrinsically atrocious, I would say satanical aberration of V II. It is as if He would, in His Wisdom, force Catholicism to make indigestion of the same fare that was enthusiastically hailed, or passively accepted, six decades ago. We are getting, collectively speaking, what we asked for. We are paying our arrogance with the same coin that we hoped would enrich us. Not you or me personally, of course, but we, the collective Catholic world.

We deserve all of this. The more I get to know Catholicism on his original form, the more I understand that we deserve – collectively speaking – far worse than this. The grow in the appreciation of the greatness and the sacredness of Church institutions is also the growth in the appreciation of the disfiguration that took place, of the insult made against the Bride of Christ.

The second is the chilling realisation of the power of evil in this world, and of how near it can get to us. Never would I have thought, before 2013, that the declarations of a pope would send a shiver down my spine, as happened several times, and would give me a tangible statement of a different kind, coming from a dreadful place:

“I control this man. He is my puppet. I will use it against you as much and as long as I am allowed”.

Francis forced all of us to readjust our coordinates. Yes, a pope can be so evil, because he obviously is. Yes, the Cardinals can be such cowards, because they obviously are. Abandoned by our shepherds, we were forced to take refuge in the proper Church of always, and to pray for a proper Pope. Our prayers and our efforts, I very much hope, will not have been in vain when we die.

We are, 12 years after, hopefully approaching the end of this evil circus, and of the evil clown running it. We need to pray that the next pope be as Catholic as the Lord, in His Mercy, will grant him to be.

But we must also never forget those who have abandoned us. The years of Francis will be remember as the year of Burke, and of all the men who saw, clearly saw, and decided that meowing would be an acceptable substitution for acting.

Francis, Diarrhoea, And Migraine.

The hearse awaits…

There is a rumour that Francis will not die (now). The rumour says that, when he can be safely transported away, he will go to a specially prepared apartment in the Santa Maria Maggiore complex.

It may well be that this marks the beginning of the end of this papacy. If he is permanently locked there, there will be no Angelus in front of the usual twelve people, or the cameras, and the public activity will be greatly reduced.

We live in such a world, that you need to have images of yourself out in order to influence people, because the times are dumb and most people consume images first. One like Francis, who cannot make any claims to spirituality, or even profound thinking, got what echo and traction he could merely from the images constantly broadcasted of his activity. He was like Meghan Markle: the vapid presence people expect to see regularly.

Therefore, I venture to say that the evil propaganda effect will, from now on, be reduced for however long Francis survives. This is, I think, the main news, and it is good news indeed.

Of course, what we are also going to have is a latter JPII situation: pope is basically unable to do his job, and others run the show for him. Normally, this is not good at all. In this case, I would consider this another, if much smaller, improvement, because I can’t imagine that Francis being out of the daily game will not result in what is, relatively speaking, an improvement, at least in the sense in which a diarrhoea is an improvement compared to a migraine.

Parolin may be evil, but dumb he is not. If he is the one leading the carriage, he will be very attentive to soften the Francispolitics, and let everybody know he is the one wilfully doing it. He will try to get to the conclave as “the moderate guy”, but still safe for all the pervos. If the carriage is led by anybody else, the thinking will be similar.

All in all, I would say that things are getting better, or so it seems from what I can see.

Be thankful for small graces.

Dumb Beyond Belief

Red flag collection. Totally poisonous. Fugly too. Avoid.

I can say with, well, pride that I never watched a reality show in my entire life. I don’t know how they are structured, and I don’t know how fake they are. I think they must be very fake, though I think in the US there are stricter rules about fakeness than in Europe. Also, I consider it a given that nobody is himself when the cameras are running and people are watching. It’s just stupid from beginning to end. Sadly, a lot of people watch this garbage, which in itself tells you something about the cultural decay of our age.

The immense stupidity now makes it to the columns of Breitbart, which tells me that the garbage is getting traction and becoming part of the culture. I struggled to read this to the end.

What I can say, as a general social comment, is this.

1. For a woman and bride-to-be having a lesbian sister is a huge red flag. Unless a man is perfectly satisfied that she is an absolute enemy of the sister’s ideology, you know that you are about to marry a bitch, right there.
2. A man who is ready to marry a woman in the presence of big, *big* ideological differences is a Simp.
3. These days, a Simp is a cuck in the making. Don’t be a Simp. You’ll become a cuck.
4. A man who says that he “can’t remember the stance of his church on gay marriage” is not a man. He is likely even below a Simp. He is a doormat. Doormats get cucked faster than Simps.
5. Every woman who says “like” *twice in the same sentence* is not marriage material. It’s like a verbal tattoo. You can see the superficiality right there. This is not 1820. Nowadays, superficiality means high body count. Ignore me at your peril. From the way they talk you will know their body count. The body count here is very high.
6. Question: Who marries a woman with a high body count? Answer: A Simp who can’t wait to become a cuck.
7. High body Count = unfaithfulness. Take it to the bank. No, I am right. No, really.
8. Read again number 7. Interiorise. Repeat until digested.
9. Tattoos, blue hair, and nose rings: see above, 5, 7, and 8.
10. A man who apologises for his “privilege” is not a man. He is a muppet.
11. Muppets marry 304s, because it’s two desperations that have met. Muppet thinks he will at least get sex (fat chance, you idiot). 304 gets the social status of “Bride” with a man she despises, and you know already how it ends.
12. Don’t watch reality shows.
13. Spread around the points above.