Category Archives: Bad Shepherds
The disgraceful Pontificate of the Evil Clown can be summarised with the following points:
Dethronement of Christ, and substitution for a Weltanschauung in which earthly cares and problems are the only focus. Francis says we should kneel in front of the poor, but he does not kneel in front of the Blessed Sacrament. He is a South American agit-prop in White.
Aggressive pushing of a strongly socialist agenda of the sort that has repeatedly put on its knees the economy of several Central and South American Countries. Pushed by a person every bit as arrogant, incompetent and outright stupid.
War on Christianity wherever possible, with a strong desire to Muslimise Europe as much as he can. Also, downplaying of specific Christian beliefs in favour of an “everything goes” mentality asking Muslims to “hold on to their Korans”.
The war on everything that is specifically Catholic: the hate for the Sacraments (say: marriage, communion) and every Catholic institution (canonisations, beatifications), the stunning affirmation that God is not Catholic (well in a sense He isn't; in another He cannot be anything else), the denial of fundamental tenets of the faith like the proclaimed belief that it is impossible to live a chaste life; the hate for the Mass, which he wants interrupted whenever he wants to bully one of his men; the hatred for every small Catholic gesture, like the infamous video of the man separating the hands, joint in prayer, of the poor boy (who promptly joined them again, his Catholicism naturally and promptly shaming the impiety of the very Pope); the mocking of the “rosary counters”; the insults to the Blessed Virgin, belittled as a poor naive girl who might have felt duped at the foot of the cross. The list could go on for very long.
To all this we must, for the sake of completeness, add another very unique trait of this Pontificate: the arrogance, the boorishness, the outright vulgarity exhibited by the man at every step: from the chair left empty at the Beethoven concert to the treatment of the FFI, to the way people inside (Müller, Burke) and outside of the Curia (Knights of Malta) are routinely humiliated.
Summa summarum, the man is at war with everything the West holds dear: from the Christian civilisation to our wonderful Catholic traditions, from Capitalism to the Sacraments, and from decency to common sense.
The fact that such a tool was allowed to become Pope is, once again, a glaring indication of how much the Lord is punishing us.
The new criterium for beatification opens the way for interesting developments: if the oblatio vitae is added to the traditional two, we will have an awful lot of potential candidates used to further demolish every single Catholic institution.
From what I have read, the new discipline is the usual Jesuit piece of
shit deception: it can be read in a fairly orthodox way – and I would question the innovation in that case, too – or it can be used to disrupt the institution of beatification. Say hello to Blessed Proddie, and after a while Blessed Muslim and Blessed Hindu. In time, the oblatio vitae will include those deemed, by their extremely unchristian life, to have lived a Christian life because they fought for communism social justice: Che Guevara comes to mind.
My cat is, actually, already walking around with a strong expectation of beatification. He lives a very virtuous life according to the lights of a cat, and social justice is – of course, the cat's way – very strong in him: how much food, fun, and girl cats he is due is a matter of the greatest social importance to him. There is no doubt he will – not being neutered – fight all his life for social justice. Heck, if he were to die in a desperate jump from one roof to the other, striving for his fair share of female cats, he has no doubt whatsoever this would be a clear giving up his own life for the benefit of humanity as he perceives it.
I don't blame my cat. He is told that the Church should be building bridges to him, and that the Church's language towards socially conscious cats striving for social justice has been too harsh in the past.
I actually blame Francis: who, once again, shows his barely believable hatred for Catholicism by attacking every single Catholic institution as much as he can.
Read on Rorate the shocking story – even by Francis' standard – of when he forced Cardinal Müller to interrupt a Mass, and a Mass Francis new the Cardinal was celebrating – to have a meeting with him about some infinitely petty matter compared with the celebration of a Mass.
The man is just astonishing. This is even way beyond the realm of the atheist and is a sure movement into the realm of the satanical. Even an atheists, once Pope, would respect the decency and the basics.
But not if he hates Christ.
The Italian philosopher Marcello Pera has launched a rather fitting attack on the Evil Clown. Please follow the link and read all the details.
I thought this interesting, because Pera's words are very, very similar – and identical in context and harshness – to the ones used by your humble correspondent these last four years.
It is a matter of not little satisfaction, for someone insulted for so long and by so many, to discover that he, actually, got Francis right from the start, and drew the consequences from what Francis insisted in doing and saying much sooner than most others – I was in very, very small company years ago; but thankfully I wasn't the only one by any means – and using the same chosen words other use now.
Also for me speaks the fact that I gave the man the benefit of the doubt, and made a honest effort to find the good in him. Alas, the vulgarity and shameless demagoguery of the man soon forced me to decide that there wasn't much good to be found in him.
You read this little Italian blogger in 2014 and you find what Italian philosophers will say in 2017.
Three years in front of the mainstream.
Boy, this is what I call blogging 😉
The twelve things to know and share are here
The mind boggles.
The Monsignorina was so sure of impunity that he organised noisy nightly parties in a building with other (no doubt: splendid) apartments whose tenants were actually somewhat Catholic. He was also so confident that he could take massive amounts of cocaine. I notice here that all that cocaine for himself & homo friend must cost an awful lot of money, and I still haven’t read a word about where the money came from. It is not unreasonable to suspect that embezzlement on a vast case might have taken place.
Then we have the way CockLovingErio looks in the entire matter: your obviously homo Monsignor is so screwed on cocaine that he needed to be detoxified, and the cardinal wants us to believe he had noticed nothing? Why the luxury apartment, way above the rank of the Monsignorina? Why the luxury BMW with Vatican plates? How on earth can it be that all this happens and he did not notice or suspect, but actually worked actively to make the fag bishop?
Then we have the last point: Francis has done absolutely nothing to punish or demote Coccopalmerio. Sheesh! A person with such an acument shouldn’t be left responsible of the doghouse, much less a Vatican ministry!
One suspect that it is not only CocklovingErio that is, ahem, like the Monsignor.
Either Francis is exactly like the Monsignorina (that is: a homo); or he is taken hostage by them and does not dare to do anything against them; or, also likely, whether he is a homo or not he has no qualms with sodomites at all, and will not do anything against them provided they can be useful to him. They can be easily blackmailed, too.
Either way, the Venezuelisation of the Vatican proceeds at a steady pace. This is what you get when you elect a south american stupid, incompetent, petty dictator as Pope.
The sudden death of Cardinal Meisner led me – like, no doubt, many others – to think that every day can be the day of reckoning for the Evil Clown, too. I wish with all my heart, for the good of the Church and the salvation of souls, that this may be the case very soon, and this cancer expunged from the body of Holy Mother Church.
However, I reflect that even if Francis were to die today (please, Lord!) the situation of decay has now become such that, in the normal course of events, it cannot be reversed.
Whilst also ripe with the malignant tumor of Vatican II, the 2013 Conclave was certainly less poisoned with Modernism than this one; still, they were blind, stupid, or perverted enough to elect Bergoglio. If the Evil Clown were to do us the favour and kick the bucket, the probability of the Cardinals electing one willing to really backpedal is minuscule. Too many FrancisCardinals are already wearing red for a halfway sane choice – of, of course, a traitor who left Christ alone on the Cross as Francis spit on his face with Amoris Laetitia – to come out of a Conclave. In the normal course of event, we would be utterly done for.
But we have been promised that, at some point, the normal course of events will be disrupted by a supernatural intervention. As we realise how bad the situation has become, we brace for the full collision with Asteroid Faggot and do not expect any improvement to come out of it in our lifetime; but we keep praying that the unexpected may come as we are still here, and may allow us to live our last years in the serene consciousness that the worst is behind us, the bad council and the bad Mass have come and wreaked havoc but are now on the way to defeat, and a solidly Catholic Pope is filling the next Conclave with Crusaders.
If Francis died today, we would still be in huge trouble. But the Blessed Virgin will crush his heresies as all the others one day.
Rather predictably, it turns out father Milani, who was a star communist priest in the dark age of the Sixty-Eighter and later, was a homo and, likely, a pedophile.
As the song says, it’s the same old story. Scratch the dissenter, and you will find the pervert underneath.
Francis likes both. If a priest has both qualities, he will like him a lot. He will do all he can to keep the customer satisfied: the cohort of fags, atheists, heretics who have elected him and give him his power base, and whose thinking he completely shares.
What an unforgettable Pope the Cardinals have elected.
It is a very sad anniversary, this day that marks 10 years of Summorum Pontificum.
Ten years ago, I thought – albeit not yet introduced to Catholic blogging, much less with my own one – that Summorum Pontificum would one day be seen as the first meaningful step towards the recovery of sanity.
Today, I seem to notice that it was the pet project of a Pope not really interested in the recovery of the past, but rather more focused on giving a varnish of old to the new he was still promoting. This very man subsequently stunned the world with a resignation that I found, at the time, in perfect good faith and made in the confidence that his successor would more vigorously continue his program of very moderate conservatism; before two interviews gushing praise for Francis led me to suspect – the man not being gaga at all – that he is actually on board with everything that has happened after his abdication.
Ten years ago I saw a great offensive coming. Today I see us entrenched, albeit I must also say that the trenches have revealed and nurtured a fighting spirit that warms the heart.
Still, entrenched we are, and with the very sad prospective of going on this way for who knows how long, it being now clear that only the Blessed Virgin's intervention will save us from a spiral of decline made by obscene episcopal and cardinatial appointments,coupled with the most scandalous silence of the others.
Ten years after, we prepare ourselves for a half apocalypse.
When I think of all this, and reflect that some people are even happy with the faint meowing of the likes of Cardinal Meisner, I have no doubt at all why we are where we are.
One of the many madnesses of this mad era is the … Mass Concelebration of the Mass.
I read today of a Mass concelebrated by more than 150 “celebrants”; last week I heard on the radio of another one of more than 100.
Like all the rest that has to do with Vatican II, this gesture takes the faithful away from God and directs it toward the faithful. Look at us, it says. We are such a joyous group we can barely believe how good we are.
Can't imagine for anything to do for all of them but three at the most. Unless, that is, they do stupid things like reading the Gospel in unison, one hundred of them.
Catholicism is being brought out of Catholicism. A creepy celebration of man is taking his place. This is just stupid. It is, in fact, even worse than the mega masses followed on a mega screen one Km away (and therefore actually seen on TV). It is a sort of mass self-celebration.
You may say that we have bigger fishes to fry, but… have we? The Liturgy is the beginning of all things. The state of the Liturgy also tells you the state of the Church.
We are clearly in very, very bad shape.
First things first: in your charity, say an “eternal rest” for the soul of Cardinal Meisner, one of the “Dubia” ones, who just died suddenly at the age of 83. Every soul has infinite value. His Guardian Angel must have suffered a lot.
After that, allow me to be, as always, brutally frank.
Either the confusion engendered by Amoris Laetitia is not a matter of great importance – and in that case the entire sanely Catholic world is obsessing in vain and Francis is right: these are just squabbles for theologians – or it is pretty much the gravest crisis in the history of the Church.
In the first case we are all idiots. In the second case, I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the late Cardinal Meisner. Because his day of reckoning has just arrived, and if he wasn't prepared I shudder to think where he is, very probably, now.
If you think that faint meowing is enough to save a Cardinal from the accusation of dereliction of duty and betrayal of the sheep entitled to him, Christ and Catholicism must be kindergarten trifles to you; matters of little importance, warranting some remarks perhaps, but never to the point of becoming loud or, quod Deus avertat, unkind.
If, however, you think that there is nothing more important than Truth; that this Truth has been trampled, insulted and disfigured for now seventeen months; and that no one, not even one of the very Princes of the Church had the nerve to denounce the document, then you understand in what danger of damnation the Cardinal has put himself, and what has very probably happened to him if he was not prepared. Which, for the avoidance of doubt, I wish him with all my heart no matter what a coward and traitor he was.
The fact that this little, afraid little kitten, who at 83 was more concerned with his earthly comfort for the short rest of his life than with his eternal salvation and the horrible judgment of posterity, might even be considered anything approaching a brave man or a defender of Catholicism really says it all about the state of extreme decay in which we have descended – and in which prelates like Meisner have plunged us with decades of cowardice and accommodation -. I do not say the first generation of Christians, but every generation of Catholics before ours would have considered such a man a great shame, a counterfeit of a Cardinal and utterly unworthy of the priestly habit.
Spare me your sanctimonious mercy. Have mercy, instead, for one billion Catholics abandoned by pampered hirelings like this one; living a life of privilege, comfort and prestige every day they betrayed our Lord in the most shameful way. And the greatest shame should be the one of those who wanted to be the heroes when they thought there was no danger in it, and caved in the most embarrassingly spectacular way when this turned out not to be the case.
There was only one Apostle at the foot of the cross. But all others died as martyrs in the end. Cardinal Meisner died on his holiday.
Say another “eternal rest” for the poor useful idiot of the Evil Clown.
And it came to pass the identity of the Monsignor who lived in the splendid apartment at the Vatican and hosted drug-fuelled homosexual orgies was revealed: the delicate flower is Monsignor Capozzi, very unfortunately Italian, from Salerno, and an unworthy priest for more than two decades.
I doubt he will be even defrocked, much less receive a hard jail sentence. He might, in fact, receive the “smell of sheep prize 2017” for his tireless work in defence of sodomy.
But who is the Cardinal who protected him? How can such a man defend himself from the accusation that he knew all of his Monsignor's activity and either supported him in that, or was forced to give the man the splendid apartment, the luxury car, and the closing of both eyes out of sheer terror of what the Gay Mafia would otherwise do to him?
You guessed it right: he is no other than Cardinal CockLovingErio; who, several days after the bomb exploded, is not even thinking of resigning, nor is there any rumour he might do so.
At this point it is almost secondary to know whether said Cardinal is a literar lover of cock or not. His total complicity with and subservience to the homo agenda makes the distinction prett irrelevant. It's like wondering whether Stalin believed in Communism. The practical result is exactly the same.
I can't wait for Father Martin or Father Rosica to be involved in a similar scandal. But then again, will it have any consequence for them? I doubt. They will win the “smell of sheep” prize 2018 and 2019 and nothing else will happen, the usual cockloving Cardinal who protects them will be easily found.
As Francis' papacy becomes a grotesque caricature of a Pontificate, you can be assured that they homo parties will go on at the Vatican, albeit in different premises.
Perhaps Monsignor Ricca will be asked to provide them?
So, will Cardinal Müller, now that he has been very unceremoniously been kicked out, be “unleashed”?
Come on. Be realistic here.
Firstly, the man has shut up when he had the greatest duty to speak. Any criticism of AL now will expose him to the very justified accusation of being a weathervane.
Secondly, the man has already given an interview downplaying his disagreements with the Evil Clown. Not only is this in accordance with the previous point, but once again shows that under that red cassocks no reproduction organs are to be found.
Thirdly, Müller could appear as conservative only when compared to Francis. His theological credentials when he was chosen for the job were horrible (I have written many times about this). This is not a man who can serve as the spearhead of seriously intended orthodoxy. By the way, he was appointed by Benedict for being the editor of his own books, another confirmation that career by incompetence and personal proximity has not started with Francis.
No, what the man will do is what all V II ominicchi do: shut up, promise allegiance, tell the world what a wonderful papacy this is, and hope in some other satisfying appointment. This is the behaviour that brought us to this situation in the first place, and Müller never gave any indication of being part of the solution rather than of the problem.
However, I can guarantee you this: that if he now sneezes when asked about Francis there will be no lack of people claiming that the sneeze is a clear, obvious criticism of Francis.
We are in trouble because the clergy is cowardly, and the laity asleep.
Let us come back to the episode of the Cocaine Fag Partying Monsignor recently arrested in the very old building of the Sant'Uffizio (the old CDF of when they believed in Catholicism and had therefore much more to do).
How do you keep secret, in a place like the Vatican, perverted orgies with drug consumption?
You don't. You simply can't.
Therefore, the very reasonable assumption here is that such parties were the object of whispers of various kind, and the Cardinal who supported the arrested Monsignore is either a pervert like him, or too afraid of the perverts' lobby, or just too dumb to be a Cardinal. Albeit I much favour the first hypothesis.
However, I would like to make two other considerations:
1) For something like this to happen, much more must have been going on for a long time. The impudence of Monsignor Fag's behaviour is not born overnight. It grows slowly, nurtured by many years of complicity and silence and, very probably, the protection of powerful Cardinals.
The rot in the Vatican must have biblical proportions. Obviously, and very much in character with the rest of the man, Francis joked about the existence of the “gay lobby” and asked whether they go around with the badge. Well they possibly do even that by now, you lewd old nincompoop.
2) Nothing really happens by chance. It is difficult to imagine that the Vatican Gendarmeria has not known for a long while that drugs 'n fags were part of the menu in Vatican palaces. Is one, therefore, so far off the mark thinking that there are still some people in the Vatican with some sense of decency, and who decided that something must be done irrespective of how Francis might punish the “culprits” not of the deeds, but of exposing them?
Someone should watch the movements of the upper echelons of the Vatican police. Before you know, it could be run by Father Rosica or Father Martin.
3) Hopefully no one will say that “good Francis” is draining the swamp. Not only Francis is the swamp, but he has exposed himself on this a tad too often, for example with the episodes of “Don Mercedes” and of the Chilean bishop (no time to check names now ; do your homework).
Perverts run under the sun in the Vatican, many of them certainly in clerical habit. They grow so impudent that they think the Vatican palaces the best and safest placed for drug-propelled Fag Parties. All this has, of course, begun many years ago, but there can be no doubt it has become worse under Francis.
Francis is the anti-Midas. Whatever he touches turns to shit. There is absolutely nothing in which he is not a total disaster.
Whilst my readers are, generally speaking, a pretty intelligent bunch, there are always people lurking here who seem to lack the ability to connect the dots and think long-term. For their benefit, and for the instruction of the (sadly) non-Catholic, it is fitting to reiterate why the correction is so important.
Truth cannot be changed. Doctrine, properly intended, cannot be changed either. Catholics will always be held to Truth, no matter what Francis says, because Francis cannot dispose of what is not his. There has never been, and there will never be, the possibility for the faithful to follow a doctrine they must know is wrong merely because the priest, the bishop, the cardinal or the pope say so.
However, the job of the clergy is to help the faithful to properly instruct themselves and their conscience, and to be good shepherds of the sheep entrusted to them. They have, therefore, the grave responsibility of denouncing heresy wherever it may come from. Not, mind, in order to avoid that the faithful are justified in being heretical (they never are) but in order to help them to stay out of trouble.
Now, doctrine will not change whether the correction comes or not, and no one will be justified in thinking that truth has suddenly changed. However, if no correction comes all future generations will be witness of the greatest betrayal of the sheep ever perpetrated by their own shepherds, and the latter's silence will shame them for all centuries to come. If, on the other hand, the correction does come, this will make it far more difficult for those seeking excuses to hide behind the finger of Francis' satanical “mercy”, and the posterity will record with at least a modicum of satisfaction that when the crisis was at its top, at least some Cardinals (and those who will follow them if they take the lead) had some Catholicism left in them.
The Church's existence is not at stake because the Church is indefectible. Truth is also not at stake because Truth is unchangeable. Souls are – ultimately – also not at stake because – ultimately – God does not allow Francis and his troops of atheists, heretics, perverts and cowards to decide who goes to hell.
What is at stake is the reputation of this disgraceful generation of our clergy, and the way it will be seen by God above and by all the generations after us: as an absolutely total disgrace without any hint of redemption and any extenuating circumstances, or as an almost total disgrace with a minority of voices ready and willing to fight for Christ. In our lifetime, the correction would deal a mortal blow to Francis' reputation, absolutely blowing his papacy in the air and shaming its the incinerated rests for all millennia to come.
If I were any one of the four Cardinals I would have very, very uneasy nights, knowing that whilst the Catholic world and all Catholic posterity are waiting for me to do my job I have been pathetically meowing for more than a year. Which, in the age of instant information, is a very long time indeed. And I am not sure that, if these four refuse to do their job, their punishment in hell will not be worse than the one meted to the silent cowards; then in my book, a silent coward is still not as bad as a grandstanding one.
So, you are an old, lewd boor who does not believe in Transubstantiation at all. What do you do?
1. You call the Eucharist a “humble meal”, a Protestant expression denoting the lack of Transubstantiation.
2. You refuse to kneel in front of the Blessed Sacrament, because you don't kneel in front of a piece of bread.
3. You want to give communion to adulterers, because a bit of bread and wine does not do harm to anyone.
Francis is an arrogant boor, but at least in this he shows clearly a coherent thinking.
Methinks, workers in hell are digging an extra pit just for him.