Category Archives: Catholicism

Germany, It’s Time To Wake Up!

I am not sure if I am losing count but if I remember correctly, after the massacre in Nice we had the following:

In a peaceful Bavarian German small-ish city, a mad Mohammedam tried to hack a dozen people to death on a train.

In a beautiful German city, a deranged Mohammedan killed nine people and sent another twenty or more to hospital before sending himself to hell with the Akhbar-Express. A million+ city paralysed for several hours.

In a small Bavarian city, another Mohammedan on the vigil of having his ass kicked out to Bulgaria decided it was better to blow himself out in the air during a crowded open-air festival. Luckily, he was too stingy to buy the entry ticket. But hey, he could afford the smartphone on which he had his own jihad-mini video. Truly desperate, these “migrants”. One feels like crying.

Now, only two of the three had an obvious Islamist background; but… can you see a trend here?

And wait, I forgot! There was the other chap who chopped his own wife to pieces with a machete, in broad daylight, also in Germany, in the hours before the last attack (Anspach, in case you have struggled following). Was he Buddhist? Hindu? Jew? Christian? Alas, no prize for getting it right….

The machete guy would have made the news the entire day, if another Mohammedan madman hadn't stolen the scene. And by the by, where the heck do they get their machetes from?

I am almost afraid to visit the site of the ARD now.

However, if I did, I can't imagine I would read of some pious Catholic trying to hack a couple of dozen Muslims to pieces.

I wonder why?

M

 

Ted “Judas” Cruz

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I am veering toward Sixty, and the like of what I have seen happening in Cleveland I cannot remember. Not in Italy, not in Germany, not in the UK.

We are at the vigil of an extremely important US Presidential election, which – through the added problem of the nomination of at least one Supreme Court Justice in such a time, and with such a man to be replaced as Scalia – can shape the United States for decades, maybe forever. Seen the level of judicial activism of the last years, there can be no doubt the wrong majority within the Supreme Court can see pretty much everything up for grabs: any last trace of common sense concerning perversion, the second amendment, even the first amendment would come under massive attack.

It takes a prick of enormous proportions, or a baby of astonishing childishness – but hey: at that age if you are the second you are the first – to exhibit oneself in that kind of show Ted Cruz dished to an astonished Conservative Country in Cleveland. And frankly, it takes an uncommon amount of blind fanaticism to even think of approving of what he has done.

Ted Cruz had promised to endorse the winner. He has not kept his promise. He might say he felt not obliged to endorse him after unpleasant remarks about his wife, but then one must start drawing some conclusion: that the word of someone who reneges it because of extremely petty reasons (yes, children: compared to the fate of the Country what Trump has said or implied of Trump’s father or wife is not even in the radar screen) is not worth zippo; and that a man who makes such a promises and reneges for such a reason has no idea at all of what politics is, and should go back to kindergarten, where he can go away with the ball if he doesn’t like the game. You might say at some point Trump also hinted he would not keep his promise. But there is a huge difference between the things one says during a heated campaign, and how one behaves after the end of it. 

What astonishes most is the unbelievable selfishness of wanting the stage to promote his own (dreamed of, at this point) 2020 campaign. The man truly is so deluded that he thinks he will save the US from 4 years of Hillary, and we only need to wait four years to undo all the untold damage  four years of Hillary & a liberal-dominated Supreme Court can make. This is selfishness bordering on high treason; and I am very sorry, if you don’t get this you are just as childish as the man is.

Rome is burning, and the man is fiddling a whining song about his wife and father; actually, he even dares to candidate for the reconstruction after all has been destroyed.

Judas.

Prick.

Idiot.

Cruz could have easily made a speech in which he once again rebukes Trump for offences to his family (I don’t want to get on the controversies here; the (independent; formally at least) Super PAC which published the semi-naked photos of Trump’s wife did it in the very spirit of damaging Trump to favour Cruz, and Cruz never distances himself from it) and then declares to the nation that he will vote, and invites everyone to vote, for Trump, because this is the duty of every decent American now.  He would have showed that he puts Country before family, and would have showed himself as statesman rather than kindergarten material. Instead, he clearly showed to set the stage for his 2020 campaign, obviously not only wishing, but actively contributing to a possible Trump defeat even as he wishes it.

Idiot.

Prick.

Judas.

Mind, this isn’t a case of hypocrisy. I still do not doubt the fundamental morality or values of the man. But this is not enough if one is such a self-deluded child that thinks not only that his private grievances should come before avoiding Hillary at the White House, but even that he is the man to sort the mess to which he is just contributing.

Every other option (staying at home; refusing to speak; choosing to complain but endorse) would have been infinitely better than what he did, out of sheer deluded selfishness and dreams of grandeur.

I don’t know if the man will now be completely destroyed politically, but I can’t see him going anywhere when he candidates for the White House, either in 2020 or later. Whisper “Sandy” in the ear of Chris Christie and he will painfully recognise that Judas don’t fare well as candidates. Whisper “Jenner” in the ear or Rick Santorum, and he will know what finished killing his already wacky candidature.  The word “Cleveland” will be the same for this stupid, selfish child.

Apparently, Cruz was even kept out of the suite of a Billionaire GOP supporter in Cleveland, having walked there probably expecting to be told what an upright man he is. A public humiliation fitting for a piece of shit, and I can’t say undeserved.

This is no time for distinguos. This is no time for petty recrimination. This is the time for deciding whether Hillary will be president, or not. If you don’t see this, you are the enemy just as much as Hillary is.  

Ted “Judas” Cruz deserves all the shit he will be made to eat. And I hope it will be abundant, and extremely smelly.

M

Waking Up By Half

The (as always) interesting article of Roberto De Mattei published on Rorate has a piece of information I was not aware of: the recent creation of a sort of “urban warfare army”, 77,000 strong, meant to deal appropriately with the huge problems the Frenchies have bred inside their cities for decades.

It is, certainly, an encouraging sign. It is, also, a reminder that a vast number of French citizen are still distinctively non-Muslim, very much identified with Western civilisation, and not ready to eat the multi-cultural excrement any longer.   

However, one cannot but notice this will be a fight fought with only one hand. One wonders, for example, how many of the 77,000 are going to be, in fact, Muslims; whether “discrimination” issues will soon emerge as to the racial and religious composition of their leading echelons and cadres; whether the very existence of such a force will not soon be considered, by the usual idiots, a “war on minorities”. I can see “Arab Lives Matter” movements soon being born out of the harder (as much as a fag like Holland can even conceive hardness) stance of the French Government.

In the end, it can never be only a military operation. If this war (may I say Crusade?) is to be won, it must start from the acknowledgment that Islam, not isolated “fanatics”, is the enemy.

Holland is too much of a fag to admit, or perhaps even understand, this, but he will soon be kicked out.

Let us hope a President(e) Le Pen will apply the common sense that is seriously needed instead of thinking that the answer can only be a military one.

M     

A New (To Me?) Catholic News Aggregator: “Canon 212”

Canon 212 is a new (to me, at least) Catholic news aggregator. 

From what I see up to now, it seems excellent. 

Heck, they linked to me some days ago (which is how I discover their existence), so they can’t be bad. 

It seems like a “Pewsitter” with less space for political commentary at large, and more focused on (strictly) Catholic news. But it might be my initial impression only. 

Please visit and, if you like it, keep this site in mind.

Catholic aggregators are very good. They allow the normal, ahem, pewsitter to discover the scale of the outrage in the Catholic world, and the healthy Catholicism still out there after 50+ years of V II devastation.

We need more of this. 

The Other “N” Word

For those of you who haven’t followed, the British Labour party is now in the middle of a civil war that is a joy to watch for every sensible person.

As I write this, three candidates are running: the loony Commie Jeremy Corbyn (may he long reign, thus finishing to destroy the party), the dyke Angela Eagle and the former Blairite (now far more on the left, because it’s the fashion) Owen Smith.

Owen Smith gave yesterday an obvious slap to the dyke, proclaiming a self-evident truth: he is normal.

I was waiting for the usual shitstorm, which actually failed to materialise. Strange. If the same had been said by a conservative politician, the liberal outrage would have been heard on Mars.

Instead, there are rumours as I write this that the dyke might be persuaded to pull out of the race.

We shall see.

But heavens: in what world we live if one can call himself “normal” when compared to a dyke, and does not get shredded like pulled pork? Can’t think it’s normality. This is the Labour party after all.

M

 

Five Million Pageviews

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Some of you might remember the recent post about the Blessed Virgin’s Warrior Ants.

Today, as I noticed this blog has reached the rather “more than insignificant” milestone of Five Million Pageviews, I was reminded of that post, and of the motivations that prompted me to start this blog pretty much exactly six years ago.

I am proud of being a warrior ant. I understand that everyone of us is less than a drop in the sea compared to the vast scale of Catholicism’s challenges, intended as both “how many we are” and “how much there is to do”. 

I am proud of being a warrior ant. But I don’t think that this blog – or the countless others doing the same job – is insignificant, and I would dare to say that the stats are evidence of it. I am proud of all those who comment here, those who do not scare from a fight with their relatives, those who are perfectly happy with – to say it with the song – a walk on part in the war. 

I have nothing to add here to what I have written on occasions of the other milestones.

We are all – I certainly am – wretched sinners striving to remain on the straight and narrow.

May the Blessed Virgin, the day we die, tell Her Son that by all our shortcomings, we also tried to be among her warrior ants. 

M  

 

The Inner Martha

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Nothing openly wrong with Martha, we are told, and we agree. However, it is clear that Mary, not Martha, was the one who had her priorities straight; and we might add that there might have been in good, hard-working Martha a hint of “look at me” attitude; something also in line with yours truly’s politically incorrect, but strongly held belief that women tend to compete for the attention of (manly) men; and he who has eyes to see notices it all the time.

However, yours truly couldn’t avoid thinking that a small Martha abides in him, too; trying, at least, and sometimes succeeding in causing him not to give to the things of God the attention they deserve.

The best remedy to this is, I think, something I have stressed out many times: habit.

If I did not have the habit of praying the Rosary every day, you can be sure my inner Martha would find plenty of things to do in preference to it; things of which I would easily persuade myself that they are – like writing for this blog, of course – just as important as praying the rosary. No, they aren’t. Like Mary, we must get our priorities straight first, and apportion our time according to them as a consequence of this. And this act of giving priority to what is most important, so beautifully spontaneous in Mary, is something that requires for most of us – and certainly for yours truly – a conscious effort.

It is only when I have recognised, when I have lucidly made the decision that praying the Rosary every day is more important than my sleep, that things fall into place. The habit comes out of a willed resolution, not out of there “being time” for it. We have to make time, not wait that there is time.

Time is what we have for what is important to us. Conversely, the way we employ our time says where our priorities lie. Even the act of not thinking this little truth to the end shows, in fact, that one’s first priority does not lie in deciding what is one’s first priority.

First things first.

Pray the rosary every day.

Sleep in the time that is left.

M

 

Terrorism, Guns, And You

Let us imagine that the attack in Nice had happened with, ceteris paribus, the gun laws and the attitudes of a traditionally gun-friendly US state like, say, New Mexico or Montana.

What would have happened is that dozens, possibly more than 100 people would have been able to shoot – and to shoot effectively, because well-trained – at the terrorist and/or at the truck's tyres. A 1.7 km savage butcher run would have been all but impossible.

Instead, the terrorist was able to go around mowing people down for half an eternity, slaughtering or wounding almost 200 unprotected lambs; and was finally stopped by… armed policemen under a rain of bullets.

Guns in the hands of the right people save lives. It is absurd to prevent the good guys from carrying them. The bad guys will always get the weapons, because hey, they don't care it's illegal.

“But Mundabor, Mundabor! This is a Catholic blog! What is all this to do with Catholicism?”

It is, a lot.

We in Europe (and some even in the US) have forgotten the Catholic doctrine of Subsidiarity to the point where we consider it normal that one of the most elementary rights and duties of a man, self-protection and protection of those under his care, should be contracted out to people who will not be there when we need them fast, causing us to be taken down by the dozen – like in Paris in November or in Nice yesterday – without the possibility of a reaction.

Subsidiarity is important not only as an economics tool, but also as a moral one. As a man, and in lesser measure also as a woman, the right and duty to protect yourself and yours is, first of all, on you.

Not on the police. Not on the army. Not on the secret services. On you.

All these beautiful things (police, army, secret services, you name it) cannot but be an extension and integration of your fundamental right and duty, to meet the needs and cares of life starting from the first, smallest step: you.

Europe has had now a long tradition of statalism – certainly preceding socialism and communism – demanding that a bigger and bigger part of what is your fundamental right and duty be taken away for you, because Nanny knows best. We see the results now, as we are again confronted with entire minutes of senseless slaughter of wilfully unprotected men, women, children. But we saw them already in the past, where a small number of highly motivated, violent people was used to seize power in the Czech Republic, Poland, Hungary. Imagine those same populations well-armed and ready to fight for their freedom and their faith, and the scenario suddenly becomes far more difficult, and very possibly impracticable. Movies like Red Dawn may be factually improbable, but they teach an important principle: a well-armed, trained and determined citizenship can crush every threat.

This is not a theoretical discussion. This is very real. Every armed good citizen could have stopped, yesterday, the deadly action far before the police came on the scene.

How much of yesterday's dead and wounded realised this? Very, very few.

They chose to be put in the position of being slaughtered instead.

M

 

 

 

Liberté, Égalité,…. Massacrés

It appears the “religion of peace” striked again. The radio this morning was still pathetically talking of “possible” terrorist motivation (perhaps the lorry driver was having a heart attack? We shouldn't be prejudiced, you know…), but reality is slowly setting in.

I am informed the French police is currently following 11,000 (you read it correctly: that's eleven thousand) terrorist suspects in France, and I don't think there is any of them who is not a Mohammedan.

Congratulations, France.

You have stupidly incubated a huge problem for decades, and the French poulets are now coming home to roost.

There must be consequences for folly; it is the way the Lord has organised the world. Individually, a life of drugs, alcoholism, gambling, or gluttony will make one's life miserable. Collectively, the immense folly of thinking that millions of Muslims can be peacefully “integrated” in a European Country will, in time, cause a tribute in blood and fear to be paid. God has organised the world so, that this kind of folly is paid on this world before it is paid (possibly far more harshly) in the next.

France is paying now, and Britain will pay in time. The tribute of blood will rise until the pain of the massacres is bigger than the desire of the population at large to keep believing in the stupid tale of the integration. Only at that point measures will be taken, and political correctness be stuffed.

We are not there, by far. Many, many more will have to die. Pray for the dead, that they may rest in peace. Pray for the living, that they can see reason before this becomes outright carnage in 30-years-war style.

Keep paying the price of your folly, former douce France.

You have made this bed. Now you will have to lie in it.

M

Arrested Development

Who are you to judge?

And it came to pass Yours Truly was in Continental Europe again; or, you might say, in the belly of the EU beast.

There, yours truly kept noticing something observed increasingly more often observed in the last ten or so years. Allow me to expand.

Stupidity is engulfing Europe like a Tsunami. The forefront of this tsunami is undoubtedly England, but Continental Europe is only 20 years back, with the most southern Countries like Italy perhaps delayed another 10. As the years go by the tidal wave moves, inexorably.

When I was young, carrying long hair or an unkemp beard was the mark of rebellion. Purple hair and tattoos were basically non-existent. Very fat young women had children throwing stones at them. There were very, very few of those, though. It's not really pleasant to have children throw stones at you because you look like you have just escaped from the circus.

I got older and went to England, like so many of my generation, to study English. I noticed people with purple hair and tattoos, all of them very young. But this was still an extreme appearance. Later, as I moved to Germany, tattoos and purple hair were still taboo; apart from, say, some parts of Berlin and the then drug-district around Frankfurt main train station. The mass morbid obesity was still not there.

Fast forward to the United Kingdom in the Year of Our Lord 2016. When compared to my youth, two phenomena are immediately apparent: the huge number of people (many of them young or very young) who are obscenely obese, and the vast number of people with tattoos and purple hair. The epidemic of obesity just wasn't there the first time I visited the Country now around three decades ago, whilst – as already stated – the tattoos and pink hair where the preserve of very young people playing punk to satisfy their overflowing stupidity.

You would think they would develop to decent people one day. Many of them didn't.

In the UK it is now not uncommon to see old people, but particularly old women – 60 or older – with a tragic case of arrested development: still with purple hair, still dressing like stupid teens in their Sixties, still pretending they are some sort of rebel. You see them strolling around in yoga pants in Central London, and you wonder what the Obama is wrong with us. Rebels, very clearly, they aren't, unless you count looking like a clown at 60 “rebellion”. You also see an increasing number of young people – particularly women – so disgustingly obese in their teens or early twenties that they already have problems in carrying around their own deformity. Young people, I say, or very young people. You would want to cry seeing young lives on the sure path to emotional and, not too far down the line, physical self-destruction. But the madness will keep going.

A country that doesn't believe in anything does not judge anything. It will let these idiots die as crippled in an electric wheelchair, of heart attack and diabetes, in their fifties, forties and even thirties; after which there will be nice party in lieu of a funeral, to “celebrate their lives”.

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But then you move to Continental Europe and start observing a new phenomenon: purple hair and tattoos in people of apparent age of 35 to 40. They weren't there twenty years ago, but they are there now. The same phenomenon is here at work, but in this case the mass arrested development clearly started later. Morbid obesity is not there, but it's clearly worse than in Italy, where the first signs of alarming overweight youth have appeared already. The tidal wave of stupidity marches on, north to south. In time, it will submerge everything.

My forecast: these people will not develop anymore. In twenty years' time we will be confronted with 80 years old women – those who haven't eaten thrmselves to death, of course – sporting purple hair and wearing yoga pants (yes, you can start vomiting now), and showing their Dalai-lama t-shirts with amply wrinkled tattoos on their arms as they roll along in those electric wheelchairs, by then a common feature of Western society. By that time, you will see people of the same type in Germany and Belgium, but probably of age sixty. Give it another ten or fifteen years and Italy or Portugal will follow. They will become dumber, fatter, more tattooed, and more electric-wheel chaired as time goes by.

Am I being “judgmental”? You bet I am!

I have, confronted with these people, the same attitude and the same judgment our much wiser forefathers had in past times; in times, that is, when people not only recognised the idiot, but said so very clearly. Oh, blessed times of “judgmental” reasoning, and social control through elementary common sense!

We have forgotten the sense of sin, and have made excuses for gluttony. We have forgotten the sense of decency, and have made excuses for purple hair. We have forgotten the sacredness of our God-given body, and have made excuses for tattoos. We have forgotten the importance of social control, and do not shame anyone anymore. Not even perverts.

We have become godless, and stupid. This is why we sink in a pit of obscene obesity, obscene outward appearance, obscene sexual perversion, and obscene “we are the world” wannabe Dalai Lama platitudes.

I can see the tidal wave roll, slowly but surely, from the UK down to Mitteleuropa and, in time, to Southern Europe.

There is only one way to stop it.

It is the recovery of our religious identity and of the sanity that goes with it.

Enough with arrested development. Let's go back to the faith – and sanity – of our forefathers.

M

 

Three Cheers For The British Trannies!

Life Site News (Google the link) has the story about the two male British athletes who appear on course to qualify to compete as females in the coming Olympics games.

How entertaining.

The Brits seem to take the rules seriously: a man (means: willie, marbles, and the rest) can be admitted to compete among women if his testosterone level has been below the norm for one year. No need for zip-zipping, because to force a “woman” to mutilate “herself” would be against her “human rights”.

In a predictably hypocritical manner, the female apostles of the gender revolution are now very angry. Gender theory cannot apply when it deprives real women of medals! “Biology is biology!”

Tsk, tsk….

I am astonished at the hate and transphobia shown by these feminists: the athletes in questions are women trapped in the body of a man! Why would they not be allowed to compete among their fellow women in the same way as they can, erm, use their bathrooms? Again: hate and transphobia is all this is.

Can't wait for the trannies to win their first gold medals: the cameras slowly closing on the massive jaw, the Adam's apple prominently on display, the masculine figure towering between two real women (if there are no other trannies around, of course).

Will this be a moment of awakening for the gender crazed? I doubt; but one should never lose hope.

M

Aggiornamexit

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As the latest figures from France abundantly show, the biological solution is on the march

V II priests are disappearing to the tune of more than 700 a year. You can bet your hat the vast majority of them are of the fluffy V II sort. An increasing percentage of (limited) ordination concerns priests more or less obviously not of the fluffy V II sort. The SSPX figures are obviously not included.

A much smaller number of priests, but with a much higher percentage of decent Catholic priests (some of them of the conservative V II sort, and some of them of the non-V II sort): this is where we are headed.

France and Belgium are particularly striking examples because the rot over there is particularly advanced, but the dearth of priests always comes in proportion to the death of Catholic values. What is most reassuring is this: even after three years of Francis’ destruction work, there is no evidence of fags invading the Francis-seminaries hoping to scrounge a fully paid sodomitical existence at the expense of deceased donors. FrancisChurch just doesn’t find anyone to follow its destruction work, not even offering paid sodomy for life!  Thank you, Lord, for sparing us at least this.  

Good riddance, fluffy V II priests, and may the Lord have mercy on you (though in many cases I don’t think he will). You are about to self-extinct, and put an end to the very work of destruction from the inside you have perpetrated for many decades. The Lord in His mercy will care that the elect find good guidance anyway, so I am not worried for the coming great scarcity of traitors like you. 

Let it be a challenge to find a priest. When it is found and it is a good one, it will do a lot of good. 

M

    

 

Make America Great Again!

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Francis Is Not An Antipope

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In the present, very confused situation, I think it is important to put Francis’ papacy in the proper perspective. 

An Antipope is – and this is the only meaning the name ever had – a person who claim he is the Pope – and is believed by many – in opposition to one who is generally seen as being the Pope. Basically, an Antipope is someone who has a widely approved claim to the throne of Peter instead of another person generally seen to be the legitimate Pope. 

Therefore, for it to be an Antipope there is the need for two men in white, with competing claims: one who is seen as being the legitimate Pope, and claims his right to be Pope; and one who is not seen to be the legitimate Pope, but claims that the first one is not a legitimate Pope and he himself is. 

If there were an alternative Conclave in Berlin, and Cardinal Woelki were to be elected “Pope” by this alternative conclave, and were to be seen as the Pope by the clergy of Germany, Austria Switzerland and many others in Catholic gaga land, then Woelki would be seen as an “Antipope”, claiming that not Francis, but he, is the legitimate Pope. Of course, we would call him “Antipope”, but the Austrians and Germans would call him “Pope”, and Francis “usurper” or something like that. Not even in this scenario Francis could be seen as an “Antipope”. Antipope could only be the pretender to the throne, never the man already sitting on it. 

Francis can never be an Antipope. There is (barring children playing with toys) no self-styled Pope questioning the legitimacy of Francis to be Pope. Benedict does not question that Francis is the Pope. Gaenswein does not even hint that Francis is not a legitimate Pope. No (sane) Bishop or Cardinal around questions Francis’ role as the legitimate Pope. The SSPX has no doubts as to who is Pope. Even most Sedevacantists say that he is not Pope, but they could never say that he is an Antipope: because they would have to tell us who the legitimate Pope is, and being Sedevacantists they claim that there is no one around. 

Francis is the Pope. Unpleasant as the fact is, it is a fact. As they say in the US: deal. 

Now, we can create all sorts of fantasy scenarios and conspiracy theories. We can fantasise about Pope Rapunzel. We can create a bespoke fantasy world perfectly suited to our discomfort. But it is just that: fantasy, willed self-deception, and escape from reality. 

Francis is Pope. No alternative council and alternative conclave elected a pretender to the throne of Peter. Therefore, there is no Antipope around. Francis is the Pope elected under the normal way, and universally recognised. He could never claim that he (Francis) is not the Pope, and that he (Francis) should be the Pope instead. The only conclusion to that is that Francis is the legitimate Pope, with no competing claim anywhere (among the sane of mind, I mean; the children playing with alternative papal elections aren’t even worthy of the mention).

Now, once we have come to grips with the facts, we must find a way to interpret facts we know in light of the truth we know. This is not difficult. It only requires to stop dreaming, and look at reality instead. 

The Holy Ghost has never promised us that the like of Francis would never be Pope. The Pope is elected by the Cardinals. If the Cardinals are stupid, or evil, or faithless, or a mixture of that, it is not unlikely that the Pope will end up reflecting those who elected him. The Cardinal must pray the Holy Ghost for inspiration to elect a good Pope, but there is no guarantee that they will do so, much less that God will force them to do so. Cardinals aren’t remote-controlled toys in God’s hands. Gos respects their own free will. Like everyone of us, they can choose between good and evil and can be more or less pious, more or less inspired in their decisions. God allows evil, and he does so with a providential aim: that out of every evil he allows, good may come out.

God allows evil, and God punishes. Can anyone tell me why the Church as a whole, and we as collective entity, have not deserved Francis? How many have praised all the rubbish of Vatican II for 60 years? Shall we call it, erm, 95% percent? How many call JP II oh so good as a Pope, who allowed Assisi 1986 to happen, nay: to be even thought of? Shall I make you the list of all the ways in which the Church has encouraged heresy and apostasy in the last 60 years? Shall I even begin to tell you all the ways in which the Church has betrayed Her Master in almost all aspects of Catholic doctrine – from the doctrine of war to the doctrine of wealth, from capital punishment to subsidiarity to the social kingship of Christ -? Seriously, there’s no time for that. Buy yourself Iota Unum, and reflect on how much has happened after that and before Francis; and then you will rather wonder how Francis was so long in coming!  

The reality is very simple: Francis is Pope, and God is punishing us by giving us exactly the Pope we have deserved. A wise, perfect, all-merciful punishment for our stupidity and arrogance. A punishment so obvious that is astonishes me there are still people who think they are being “duped”, and deprived of a fantasy papacy they think they entitled to. A punishment that allows us to wake up to the reality of serious Catholicism by way of forced, brutal comparison with this obscene clown. 

It’s impossible not to see the pattern here. It is as if God would tell us: “You do like heresy, don’t you? Well then, how do you like this? Enjoy the “springtime of the Church” in its full blossoming! Savour the Aggiornamento to the full! Have another serving of ecumenism and inter-religious dialogue!”

It’s so obvious, so evident, so brutally clear, that I do not think anyone is authorised not to see it. And the reason Francis has happened is evident every day even three years after the beginning of his pontificate: silent Bishops, silent Cardinals, fluffy priests all around! An obviously heretical Pope is met by nothing more than “discomfort” by most faithful and most bloggers, so devoted to the golden calf of the saintly Pope that they prefer to betray their religion rather than criticise the heretic! Not only has the Catholic world at large fully deserved Francis, but it keeps deserving him day is and day out as almost daily provocations are met with no more than vague mumbling and effeminate claims of “confusion” from the vast majority of the faithful! 

God will free us from this scourge – possibly, in form of successors the likes of him – only when we have been punished enough and – very likely – have reacted to the shock with a work of regeneration, rediscovery of Catholicism, and utter refusal of heresy and blasphemy. 

Are we there? No. Expect this circus to go on for a while, then. 

Do not take refuge in a fantasy world. Do your bit to improve the real one instead. 

M

 

  

   

 

 

Frexit

As Brexit completely dominates the news here, I thought I would make a couple of Frexit scenarios.

Make no mistake, we'll have Frexit one day. We only don't know when, and what damage will be done in the meantime. However and as they once told us at university: certus an, incertus quando, or “certain if, uncertain when”. I can see the following Frexit scenarios:

First scenario: the Cardinals finally read the job description and start criticising the Pope as a darn Castroite nutter with no faith, no shame, no clue, and no brain. He is peeved and, in an attack of rage, resigns. Probability: extremely low.

Second scenario: in the silence of the Cardinals, the Bishops organise a massive revolt. Generous donors allow a council in some friendly Country (Poland, Hungary). The Pope is deposed as heretic. He is put in front of the choice between resignation and schism, and he chooses resignation because he has always avoided a fight where he wasn't the bully. Probability: makes the first scenario sound likely.

Third scenario: Francis stages an elopement with – as it would turn out – the lurv of his life: Tucho Fagnandez, or Monsignor Ricchione come to mind. The Pope resigns. The world is astonished. The couple is happy. Who are we to judge? Probability: ask Tucho Fagnandez.

Fourth scenario: Francis gets bored of Rome. He is fed up with all those unbearable couple who are, actually, married (“or so they think”, he says to himself), people who actually pray the rosary, clerics who actually believe in God. He decides to go back to the Buenos Aires slums; where the priests stink of sheep and male prostitutes, people aren't married but hey, they have fidelity, and everyone praises him when he says he doubts the existence of God. Probability: barely existent.

Fifth scenario: Francis is caught in a “gay sauna”. His explanation that he wants to lose weight is enthusiastically accepted by the Pollyannas, but fails to persuade everyone else. He chooses to resign. Then announces he will move to Cuba, where Raoul Castro will teach him Catholicism. Probability: honestly, I don't want to know.

Sixt scenario: Francis gets a stroke, and his tongue remains paralysed. No one understands what he says on the aeroplane, so there can be no scandal headlines. Francis is utterly peeved. He resigns and moves back to his Jesuit seminary, where he can smoke dope with the three remaining seminarians and force them to listen to him for hours on end. Probability: let's not put limits to Providence.

Seventh scenario: Francis receives a visit from the Grim Reaper, and his soul is brought to the destination appointed for it from all eternity. He does not need to resign. Probability: very high.

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There. I have my Frexit scenarios.

One will be allowed to dream once in a while.

M

 

 

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