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I have read with some satisfaction that the National Catholic Register has fired two of his worst bloggers/journalists. This is not officially confirmed, but factually sure.
What I dislike in the particular brand of writing of the two (particularly one) is the all-pervasive bending of their (particularly his) own particular brand of leftism until the simple believe that it resembles Catholicism.
Mind, I am not angry at the emotional tone. I am an emotional one myself, though I do not react directly to those who insult and mock me on the blogosphere.
What makes me angry is the utter perversion of Catholicism, in a relentless Jihad against every form of social conservatism under the thinnest of varnish of a pretence of Catholicism. A Jihad made most clear by the insults thrown at conservative Catholicism – and at the very pro-life movement – as a whole.
This is the tone – and the thinking – of those who hate every form of social conservatism first, and try to hide behind the finger of a very stupid, deformed wannabe Catholicism second. Social justice, anti-Conservative Jihad that can’t even see the yearly holocaust of unborn children because hey, all is preferable to Trump becoming President.
The other one – another leftist, for what I can see, and a very vulgar one at that; but I read her even less than the first one – is probably more the victim of her interactive intemperance (and vulgarity) than of a relentless will to wage Jihad on those who fear the Lord and happen not to be SJWs. But when you start cleaning the home, it’s better to do it well.
The Jihad will continue, and it will continue with the same tones. Even after the famous public apologies for the vitriolic style the vitriol kept flowing, so this gives you a good indication of the future.
The best thing to do is, as before, to ignore these people. No links to them, no mention of them on your blog (brings traffic, and makes their name go higher in internet researches), no traffic sent their way in any way whatsoever.
The religion of Social Justice is not Catholicism, even when it camouflages that way.
I have just read a good answer to Archbishop Chaput’s half-hearted blog post about how oh so pretty much the same Hillary and The Donald are. If you follow the link, you will find there the link to the original interview.
In the interview, Chaput showed everything that is wrong with modern, wannabe orthodox, pale V II pretended Conservatism. He throws a sprinkling of pro-life mentality, but he is unable to follow his thinking where it is about what a man (or woman) is born to do in times like these: to make a damn choice.
No, someone who thinks that Trump is “clearly not better than Hillary” is clearly one who either has no idea of what Catholicism is, or knows it all too well but doesn’t want you to realise it for yourself, or would like for you to know but is too afraid of the consequences for himself if he does. I leave it to you which is which.
Mind, in pure clerical style Chaput does throw some snippets indicating to his readership, in a rather oblique way, how they are supposed to vote ( “The right to life undergirds all other rights”). However, this is said en passant, and only after the man has proceeded to undermine his own argument with words he very well know will make the headlines.
This is so V II, so half-assed, so dangerously ambiguous that the man cannot hide behind a finger and claim before God to have done his right by way of mere indirect suggestions. Bishops are there to speak, not to suggest.
The problem with Chaput is that before being a Bishop, he is a careerist. When Benedict was Pope he loved to be considered at the forefront of the (moderate, for us) conservative Catholicism. But now that Francis is in power, the man avoids everything that would make him lean too much out of the window, and is content with a snippet here, a half-suggestion there, and towing the Vatican line on pretty much everything. He has, by the way, done the same with Amoris Laetitia, selling the absurd and, frankly, clearly stupid tale of the orthodox heretical text; just like Burke, but without the snipe at orthodox Catholics.
I wouldn’t call Chaput’s blog entry a betrayal. But it is certainly a dereliction of duty, and I wouldn’t want to be a bishop and go to my judgment with this kind of pussyfooting and meowing on my conscience.
If we want to change things in the West, we need for our archbishops to stop pussyfooting around and grow a pair.
I doubt we will begin with this one.
The Islamic massacre of the week is in Turkey; and it has targeted, without exception, Muslims.
Obviously, we know that it targeted these particular Muslims because they were Kurds. However, the simple fact remains killing Muslim is the favourite sport of Islamists; in part because they are more readily available, in part because of a tradition that started when the corpse of the Child Rapist was, metaphorically speaking, not even entirely cold.
A religion almost started with massacres and divisions of the most brutal sort seems to want to keep the massacre ongoing. One cannot avoid to think that if they managed to conquer Europe, they would then start to ceaselessly massacre each other: Shia against Sunni, and both against the Ismaili. Then the endless tribal wars, the corruption, the avidity, the sheer cruelty. Boy, they could end up extinguishing themselves without any help from the Christians! If the rumor is confirmed that the (physical) perpetrator of this attack was a boy in his early teens, it seems they start pretty early, too.
It has been noted elsewhere (I wish I could remember where) that besides notable exceptions like boxing champions who don’t want to be drafted and famous singers annoyed with pretty much everything, Islam isn’t notable for any success in (pacific, of course) mass proselytism. Breeding seems to be the main motor of expansion, and radicalisation of tepid members of their religion an important propeller of the Jihad in Europe. Islam is made to conquer people with violence, not persuade them with the supposed holiness of their religion. Violent goat rapists following a child rapist aren’t really the best business card for the non-Muslim world.
This makes even more apparent the immense stupidity, shared by the Evil Clown as well as the Culona inchiavabile*, of letting these people among us by the millions.
*This is Angela Merkel for you. And you can trust Berlusconi on this.
Meet the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement.
This appears to be a group of uncoordinated, or rather disorganised extremists (but you can recognise some of this in every enviro-bitch you have met, I am sure) advocating no less than the destruction of the human race in order to avoid suffering to humans and – which seems to be more important – our oh so beautiful planet.
I had to read for a long time into this before convincing myself that this is not a long, sophisticated joke. There are really people who think humans must extinct themselves in order to be friends of the planet and, in some way, humanitarian. In these people’s Hall of Fame Hitler, Lenin and Stalin can’t be very far away from the top.
The site contains snippets of involuntary humour like:
When every human chooses to stop breeding, Earth’s biosphere will be allowed to return to its former glory
Great progress will be made toward improving the quality of life on Earth by countering greed with responsibility, ignorance with education, and oppression with freedom
Making babies seems to be a blind spot in our outlooks on life.
We call The Movement VHEMT, but it’s undoubtedly been given other names throughout history. None have been recorded, as far as we know.
We know we’ll never see the day there are no human beings on the planet
and the winner of the biscuit:
we should voluntarily phase ourselves out for the good of humanity
The madness of all this beggars belief. It is not only that only the gloomiest atheist can even conceive a “solution” like this one. It is the idea of the destruction of the human race being “humanitarian” that makes one laugh out loud.
Alas, whilst I do believe that your average environ-mentalist is stupid, what is behind this thinking is very probably simple egoism.
Nowadays that everyone has an ersatz-religion in his pocket, not reproducing out of simple desire to have a bigger car, bigger house, better holidays and no fuss isn’t really uncommon. But you see, it sounds just as selfish as it is.
Therefore, it is necessary to flip this selfishness into something noble, to throw around in parties and offices. I am sure the “members” of this “movement” think it works. Alas, there is a problem with that.
They will be considered mad.
And selfish anyway.
The numbers are shocking: the Church in Germany has gone from 500 ordination a year in 1965 to merely 58 in 2015.
It’s an epochal collapse, a declaration of bankruptcy. The Church in Germany is on the precipice of a decimation of Presbyterian proportions. It is truly consigning itself to extinction and irrelevance, thanks to no other enemies but her own clergy.
Unsurprisingly, the only ones who seem not to see the scale of the tragedy are the German prelates, who continue to pander to the secularised masses offering more of the world the masses already know (and don’t really like). It is like having an alcoholic in the family, who is the only one failing to recognise he has a big problem.
This is the product of an explosive mixture of huge financial resources and almost complete loss of faith. Not believing in hell or heaven, and provided with a comfortable existence he does not want to give away, the German priest has transformed himself in a secular social worker. Worse than this, he has transformed himself into the agent of a “change” which he perceives as either a way to correct the ways of a clearly “unjust” God, or the only way to continue in his comfortable, largely adultery-paid existence. The first attitude is a clear sign of loss of faith, the second can only be called prostitution.
Like the social worker, the German catholic priests thinks that he is entitled to the money of the faithful exactly in the same way as the Government is entitled to the money to pay for the army. When he says Kirchensteuer, he means exactly that: a tax; a tax which you cannot refute to pay, lest he refuses to – as it is obvious at this point it is obvious – sell you his sacrament.
Faithless, prostituted, and simoniacal. This is the best description of the clergy in Germany as we write the Year of False Mercy.
Is it any surprise that they are disappearing so fast?
Well, there is no good way to convey this.
The terrible news is here.
Vennari is (with Ferrara, Matt and Verrecchio), one of my Four Musketeers. One had a selfish hope he would stay with us for many years more.
It was a selfish hope. It appears the Lord has sent the message, that He wants Vennari with him at some point in the, alas, not too distant future.
Sad as the news is, one tries to see it from a broader perspective. A life of such beauty that goes now slowly towards its end should fill our hearts with consolation, not sadness. We will all be called one day, and I wish so ardently I could, if it came for me today, take the call with the serenity Mr Vennari shows in his post, and with the same quiet assurance of a life well spent.
God calls the good and faithful servants to him, that he may have them near. We, wretched sinners, will have to fight for who knows how long still, and I doubt we will go to our judgment with the same confident serenity of this good man.
John Vennari requests our prayers. Let us do for him a tiny fraction of the good he has done to all of us.
And let us pray that, one day, we may go to our Lord with the same strong faith he has graced us with, with the same serenity he shows in this hour, and with the same chances of salvation with which he will present himself to His Judge.
Please pray for John Vennari.
And it came to pass yours truly had to decide whether to dedicate the evening to blogging about the usual inane bishop (Chaput) giving the usual inane interview (“I know you should vote Trump, but I haven’t the gut to even suggest it”), or get away from all this squalor and spend an evening browsing my beloved Garrigou-Lagrange. Guess who won.
I re-read a passage in “Providence” that I thought I would share with you. Garrigou-Lagrange is expanding on the theme of “seek ye therefore first the Kingdom of God and His justice: all these things shall be added unto you”. He writes:
Those who make it their principal aim to pursue their final destiny (God the sovereign good who should be loved above all things), will be given whatever is necessary to attain their end, not only what is necessary for the life of their body, but also the graces to obtain life eternal.
(Chapter XVII, pag. 193)
If you one of those who have a lingering fear that they might slip in mortal sin, and “happen” (in a way) to die in that state, deserving to to go to hell because you have died in mortal sin, these words should be very consoling to you.
Yes, it is true that if we die in mortal sin we will go to hell. But the healthier (and traditionally Catholic) thinking is that a life spent sincerely aspiring to the final destiny is a good indication that God, in His mercy, will providentially care that – wretched sinners as we are – we will not die in mortal sin.
Now, this does not mean that one can now “relax” and look upon sin with a less alarmed attitude, because he thinks that he carries in himself the antidote to whatever poison he might willingly ingest. In fact, such an attitude would, in case, cause every sound thinking person to openly question whether the pursuit of the final destiny is really the principal aim of such a man. If I fear I am in mortal sin, I run to confession and recite an act of (perfect) contrition on the way there; I do not lull myself into the feeling that God has chosen me because I am oh so good, and will take care that I do not die in mortal sin.
However, the quote above certainly means this: that the fear lingering every now and then in the mind of many a Catholic (“what happens if I am in mortal sin and the Boris Bus suddenly puts an end to my existence”) and often used by those who don’t like Catholicism and probably every other religion (“you have a religion in which the circumstances of one instant determine your alleged eternal destiny”) is a moot point.
God in His Goodness has ordained from all eternity that, at the moment of my impact with the Boris Bus, the state of my soul will be the one that he, in His Goodness, has ordained from all eternity that it should be, rewarding – or punishing – not the behaviour of an instant, but the state of his soul as the result not of a moment, but as the terminal point of one entire existence. I do not, therefore, have to fear that I might die in the, so to speak, casually wrong moment, or in the wrong state of my soul.
If salvation is my constant care, and I sincerely desire to live in a way that merits me heaven one day, I can have a solid hope that a merciful Lord will (from my perspective at least) arrange things so, that the Boris Bus does not knock me out of this world in a state of mortal sin.
Fear not the Boris Bus.
Fear the culture of abortion, euthanasia and sodomy instead.
They can knock your soul to hell more slowly, but more safely than every Boris Bus.
I know, I know… “Godspeed is nothing to do with “speed” (it is, in fact, middle age English for “may God let you prosper”), but I couldn’t resist the word game…
The fact is, before the 100 meter race Usain Bolt showed the Miraculous Medal – and his apparently solid Catholic faith – to, I don’t know, one billion people? This, by the way, on the eve of the Feast of the Assumption. Nice.
I am not a great fan of Bolt, not only because I do not follow athletics but because I do not like the kind of histrionics and, at times, utter lack of modesty he shows. But hey, everyone is made his own way, and there is much worse than imitating bolts in pathetic, childish gestures or bragging around more than it is appropriate.
In a time of retreating Christianity and withering Catholicism, it is good to see that someone taken as an example by countless young people is open about his faith and not ashamed of our beautiful, traditional Catholic symbolism; and as we all know, many will be those who have such an admiration for the man that they will, immediately on in tim,e be led to serious reflections by their knowledge that the man is a solid Catholic.
Godspeed, Mr Bolt.
On Sunday evening, you may well have converted someone, and perhaps more than someone.
As Catholics, it is a great consolation to know that we have a second mother in heaven, to whom we can entrust our tears. The sweetness of this is something I don’t think any Protestant can ever have.
We have a mother in heaven. We can – and should – run to her like little children, and confidently trust in her love for us and her intercession for our prayers.
But we should also ask our sweet mother in heaven that she helps us not only individually, but collectively; crushing heresy – now so widespread even within the Church – and helping us push back and defeat the horde of infidels now slowly but surely attacking our religion, our very civilisation with the active help not only of too many politicians and professional bleeding hearts, but of the very man who should be at the head of our army.
In times in which Popes talks like atheists, cardinals like muezzins and bishops like politicians, it is the greatest relief to know that our religion is based on immutable, rock-solid beliefs; and that even if our clergy has abandoned us, our sweet mother in heaven is on our side not only in our daily tribulations, but in our fights against the enemies of truth and the enemies of Christ.
I suggest once again that my reader take the habit to recite the rosary every day. And I suggest that they make the small effort of learning by heart the Hail, Holy Queen (everywhere on the Internet) and recite it every now and then during the day; perhaps when our fears and sorrow try to take our serenity away from us; and perhaps, also, whenever we hear news about the now ongoing attempt to completely destroy our once so Christian West.
Ora pro nobis, sancta Dei Genitrix!
The news that a Personal Prelature in Opus Dei style would have been offered, and the Vatican's demand that the V II documents be considered intrinsically “dogmatic”, or in any way binding, to all Catholics in all their aspects now set aside, clearly show that the controversy – at least the official one – is not about doctrine anymore.
Here is a big Vatican spider, inviting the fly to take place in the inclusive, very merciful net prepared for it, and perhaps expecting the fly to make itself at home in the net in the name of, I don't know, “unity” or “reconciliation”, or however you want to call the fly's assured destruction.
Not going to happen, says the SSPX. We are going to talk to the spider, and all; we are going to even hover near the spider if the spider has this desire. But we are not going to fly in any net, thank you very much.
This is, put in rather blunt terms, the reason why the SSPX is now apparently working on the “clarification” of some points. Points which – you can bet your last shirt on it – pivot around who controls the order and its assets, and in which way.
As they (almost) say, reconciliation is nothing without control. No amount of pretended “autonomy” is worth anything, if this autonomy can be taken away at a moment's notice. No “guarantees” are worth anything, if the Pope retains the factual ability to renege on them. No terms of reconciliation can be accepted, which leave the SSPX in any way, shape or form unable to protect itself from, well, the spider.
The SSPX must keep control of its own hierarchy and of its own assets. It must keep self-regulation independently from a Pope's ukase. Most importantly, it must keep control of its assets in a way unassailable by the Vatican hierarchy.
If these conditions are met, of course the SSPX will obey the Pope. They already do, actually. They are already subject to the Pope in everything that does not undermine Catholicism or their own proper function. Therefore, if the SSPX would become “institutionally” subject to the Pope without losing control of their assets and chain of command, it would be impossible for Francis or any of his successors to subvert the organisation by, say, deposing their leaders, changing their statutes, and taking control of their assets.
Most people forget that the SSPX was, in fact, recognised and in perfect standing for several years, and became “rebellious” only when they were ordered to close their (at that time, only) seminary and – having control of their assets – plainly refused. This episode is far more enlightening than the more famous episode of “disobedience” with the appointment of the bishops, because it shows that if you have control over your chain of command and assets you have nothing to fear from the spider: you can walk away, intact, anytime.
This has happened once, and can happen again. Let the SSPX be formally subject to the Pope, and let them have the factual and legal ability to disobey if the Pope gives wrong orders; for example rescinding their organisational autonomy, ordering them to hand assets to the Vatican, deposing their leaders and so on.
Vatican saves face. SSPX saves autonomy and safety from the spider's net. Everyone is happy.
Or at least, they should be.
Some short reflections on where (I think) we stand.
Trump is constitutionally unable to avoid gaffes, politically incorrect statements, and fights he might have avoided. He is also, at times, petty in a way that does not do him any favour.
Whenever Trump makes some mistake, the Mass media attack him like sharks sensing the blood. Unfit. Unstable. Panic among Republicans. The Ship is sinking. Oh why haven’t you heeded us…
The usual spate of biased polls, promoted and paid by notorious liberal magazines and newspapers, follow. They tell us Trump is toast.
Amazingly, people take these fake polls seriously. They have already forgotten that these are the same pollster who have consistently underestimated Trump’s appeal. Embarrassingly so. But no, they keep trying to manipulate public opinon.
Of course, Trump cannot go on this way. Whilst his mistakes are certainly far less damaging than the polls would want you to believe, someone must more or less symbolically slap the man in the face (Lewandowski is sadly away) and tell him he must start behaving like a statesman. Unless he does, he will be probably defeated in the end, because there is a limit to what tepid voters can accept as colourful.
Consolingly, Trump seems to realise this. He did endorse Ryan in the end, and one can hope whatever mistakes he makes in future will be mistakes caused by passion, not pettiness. I think he has understood by now that he needs a more finely tuned message to appeal to millions of tepid, undecided voters. He does not need to become a puppet, or the usual PC idiot. But he does need to be perceived as statesmanlike rather than capricious.
I do not believe the polls, which I think are all biased by the very mindset of those who make them; which is why they were so tragically wrong up to now. However, I do not doubt that Trump has put himself on a very dangerous path, and that he is doomed to fail unless he understands that he must now start to behave like a President.
I do not even mind so much the controversies with the Muslim parents of the dead soldier. What truly scared me was the initial refusal to endorse Ryan, the petty revenge against the man, using almost the same words Ryan had used. Heavens.
It would have been so easy to just be the better man, and let the entire Country see it. It would have been such a stark contrast to Ryan’s behaviour, and such a powerful business card. Behold Donald Trump, future President, strong in the fight and gracious in victory! Instead of this, we got a kindergarten squabble followed by a belated, forcibly weak endorsement. What a waste. One almost got the impression the man is in this merely for the fun.
If you ask me, Trump can still win, and he can still win big. His opponent is as weak as can be wished, and she was almost knocked out by… a Socialist. He does not need to be Reagan to win. But as he manages to mobilise the disaffected white males damaged by Chinese imports and illegal immigrants (I think he will do it easily) and the Christian conservatives (I think he will make a good job of it, and Pence will help a lot), he must pay attention that he does not lose the millions of undecided who loathe Hillary, and must only be shown a measure of statesmanship to assuage the fears instilled in them by the media. Of this, I am less sure.
Trump was born rich, and through his intelligence and ability became much richer. His showmanship also made him very proficient in dealing with the masses. He is not very accustomed to eat humble pie and to realise what he must really change. He must understand that at this point, showmanship isn’t enough anymore.
The man is obviously far more intelligent than the stupid media want you to believe, so I am still hopeful.
Let us pray God that the man does not disappoint.
He is the only candidate we have.
You should take this with a pinch of salt. However, it reminded me immediately of the same female barking in front of the camera some time ago. Hat tip to The American Catholic.
I am not a doctor, but this makes for interesting viewing.
Particularly for those who question Trump’s fitness to be president because he is a blunt chap.
Can’t wait for the TV debates.
Follow the link to the little girl spouting Islamic hate and… beheading a doll.
You know this is not “madness”. You know these people aren’t “disturbed”, though certainly they are disturbing.
They are devout Muslims, following with great orthodoxy the teaching of their religion; zealous enough not only to give their lives for it, but to instill the same hatred in their little children, girls not excepted.
It is high time to recognise that these here are the zealous Muslims. These are are the ones who take their religion seriously.
A peaceful Muslim isn’t such because Islam is a religion of peace. He is such because he is a bad Muslim. And religion having the potential to become the most powerful motivating factor in the life of the people, there is no saying how many of these bad Muslims will become devout Muslims one day, and how many of their children and nephews.
Religion is a life-changing force. There is no saying who will blow himself in the air in three years time, who is only interested in football, stock exchange and bicycling today. Every ever so tepid Muslim (millions of those in the UK, and out of personal experience most of them not more, or even less serious about their religion than our non-practising Catholics are about theirs) carries in himself the germs of an extremely destructive disease. It’s incubating now, but it could explode one day, or be transmitted down the line.
It is astonishing how all over the world countless zealous, devout Muslims show with their lives how a devout Muslim acts, and we insist in telling them what their religion is supposed to say and be.
This is the blind leading the blind.
It may well end in the beheading of a lot of blind.
France is having a number of summer festivals cancelled. The decision is taken by the relevant mayor, but Paris has made clear there should be no hesitation whenever there is a security concern/not enough police. Clearly, not many mayors will be willing to take responsibility.
One notices here the different approach to England. In England, days after the bombs of the 7th July 2005 there was a mass gathering (it had to do with the Queen, if memory serves) that saw millions on the streets. The message was clear: “we shall not be intimidated”. Meanwhile, newspaper enjoyed the macabre, but necessary game of the statistical probability of being killed by a terrorist on the underground. As a foreigner, it gave me a very clear message about why some people build Empires, and other don’t.
The French are sending a message that is just as clear: “we shall be intimidated”. Even if one suspects that the French government issues such guidelines both for fear of criticism in case of further attacks and in order to facilitate a tightening of screws on security , it remains clear the French at large can be far more easily intimidated than the Brits.
Good, says yours truly. Enjoy the fruits of decades of madness. Savour multiculturalism. Appreciate the vast spectrum of cultural behaviour you insisted to import in your once fairly solidly Catholic Country.
When not only Christians, but the average Frenchie (who apparently isn’t) becomes seriously angered at the advance of Islam in his Country, things will begin to change.
Pretty bad news (for the Gaystapo) from Sweden, where an extensive research has showed homo “couples” are three times more likely to have one committing suicide than normal couples.
Sweden is a country where it is not reasonable to assume that homos are the object of any kind of I do not say discrimination, but even the lightest reproach. Unless, that is, from the growing number of Arabs; but they are very welcome, so it does not count.
The same article states the same is happening in the Netherlands, for many decades now at the very forefront of sexual perversion movement. Quoting from the article:
Studies done of homosexuals in the Netherlands, which is the country most accepting of homosexual behavior in the world, have found that homosexuals suffer from significantly higher rates of mood disorders, anxiety disorders, substance abuse disorders, suicide attempts, eating disorders, and panic attacks.
The conclusions are not difficult to draw. However, since the article quoted does not go as far as that, yours truly will allow himself to connect the dots for you at no charge.
Homosexuality is a repulsive, destructive sexual perversion. The person who has fallen prey of this perversion (better: who has consented to falling prey of this perversion: no one is “born that way”, and a perversion can only fester in one person’s consciousness through his repeated, willed assent to it) is already a wreck. It is, therefore, not surprising that this very grave disorder will show itself together with all kind of other disorders: then the homosexual is not normal, he is gravely damaged at the very root of his consciousness.
Or you can observe exactly the same phenomenon from the other side of the coin. Satan corrupts a soul through this soul’s attachment to a perversion. Once in, Satan will ravage this soul destroying as much as he can, eating this soul alive from inside, devastating it like a fox devastates the hen house. The ultimate aim of Satan is not, in itself, to make of this person an homosexual, but to gain his soul. Homosexuality is purely an extremely efficient way to achieve the objective. But for Satan, victory is not achieved until the soul has died in mortal sin. Hence, the ravaging must be continued in order to either speed the achievement of the desired outcome, or to make the path to hell safer and more assured. And this ravaging will be so much easier, because the soul is an awful mess already.
Depression, alcoholism, drug addiction, the daily madness of a homosexual’s world (extreme hate for self, the properly called “homophobia”; extreme hate for other perverts, to the point of killing dozen of them in one go; extreme hate for all the others, who “reject” him) follow.
Whenever you meet a pervert (in the office, or the “friend of the friend”) know that he might not show it, but his life is hell. And this hell is there to make him wish the end of it, and speed him towards the real hell. Disgust of self, and hate of sacredness and purity, cannot but ravage one soul.
There is always hope, of course. Even Elton John has a guardian angel trying his best even as I write this. But realistically, many of those who have sunk so deep will never recover, and will one day be in the company of Satan. Some will get there faster, and some slower; some after an obviously tormented life, some after an apparently successful life; but they will, bar repentance, all end there in the end.
In the matter of homo suicide, “Homophobia” (aka “Christianity”) is neither here nor there. Homos kill themselves not because Christians hate them (Christians are disgusted from them, but they pray for them and wish them salvation), but because Satan has ravaged their soul to the point of definitive victory.