Category Archives: Bad Shepherds
In the Age of the Kitten Cardinal you really don’t know whom to turn to. There is one (Scola), who would have been considered a more than passable choice (as V II Cardinals go) in 2013. Well, not really.
Cardinal kitten is now on record with saying that Francis was a salutary blow to the stomach for the Church.
Words fail. The sycophancy is mind blowing.This is one who missed the train in 2013 and is now ready to do absolutely everything in order not to miss the next one. Prompt comes the reassurance to the ever growing ranks of the FrancisCardinals: “Pick me, gentlemen. I am innocuous, reassuringly middle-of-the-way, and will lick every boot there is to lick to become Pope”.
I fear for the old bastard that his train has left the platform for good. Francis will polarise the ranks of the Cardinals, and at the end of the exercise there will be no place for middle-of-the-road boot lickers. More likely, it will be either another FrancisCardinal (Tagle, Schoenborn, Maradiaga) or the result of a silent Revolt of the Kitten, a man considered “conservative” in V II circles: one like Piacenza, or Pell, or Mueller.
Poor Cardinal Scola. All that licking utterly in vain…
When Francis kicks the bucket, the Church will wake up with a huge hangover. The Cardinals will then have to choose between sobriety and alcoholism. I very much doubt they will pick a vocal vodka fan.
It’s Spring, and this year it is a somewhat different Spring.
After four years of devastation, in the next months things might come to a head. This year we might finally have meowing Cardinal kitten, or even – if we are extremely lucky and the Lord assists us – the one or other kitten producing himself in somewhat vaguely resembling a roar. Come on, it’s Spring! Let me daydream a bit…
Getting a bit of distance from the daily business, however, we can see this: kitten or no kitten, this Papacy is unraveling like the South American corrupt, incompetent, boorish, actually stupid dictatorship that it is. This is clear enough with or without meowing kitten.
The Cardinals may speak, or more probably won’t. The devastation may continue, or not. The next Pope could a tragedy like Tagle or someone more Conservative like Piacenza, probably among the best or least worst this corrupt generation can produce; but one fact is clear: real Catholics aren’t buying Francis fake currency.
It is Spring. Leave aside the cares of the day and reflect that no amount of sexual perversion or demonic subversion can stop the sun, the seasons, or the Truth.
Let me start with a preliminary consideration: I find it very good, and very Catholic, to appropriate ourselves of Protestant music for our Catholic purposes. In past centuries – far more orthodox than this one – good souls had no hesitation in using the wonderful work of, say, Bach and Buxtehude for our beautiful liturgy. This was also easier, as in those times Protestant liturgies were much more similar to the Catholic one than today. The praxis was also reciprocated (understandably, from their perspective) by the Proddies, which led to the very famous episode of Allegri’s Miserere, a composition of such supernatural beauty that the commissioners decided that it should never fall in Protestant hands.
However, the principle remains: take the beauty produced by heretics and use it ad maiorem Dei gloriam instead. I will go so far as to say that I wish this effort were made today with the same zeal, adapting the words were necessary – and always reading the words in the Catholic sense – but importing the vast patrimony of beautiful Protestant music in our own Catholic world.
This is all good, provided we do what no child of ten would do: confuse the liturgies. This would be extremely bad even if made in ignorance, but it becomes positively satanical if made with the obvious, stated intent of downplaying the One True Church and put it beside any old Proddie wannabe “church”, as if they were merely two varieties of ice cream.
What has happened in St Peter is an abomination difficult to describe with words. I do not doubt that the music was wonderful, but this is exactly not the point. The point is that the lure of the beautiful music – beautiful music which should be “annexed” by the Catholic Church, and used to extol Her glory after the necessary adjustments – was used to allow a protestant mock liturgy to happen within the very sacred wall of the most representative Church in Catholicism: complete with mock priests, mock costumes, mock blessings, and the like.
The only adjective that comes to mind is: satanical. Only Satan can be behind such a grotesque insult to the Catholic Church, perpetrated by Pope and Cardinals and publicly executed in the presence of two of the latter. A sacrilege beyond words, perpetrated with the blessing, and in the presence, of what goes today for Princes of the Church.
Mr Ferrara has said it so well that there would be no need to add more words; but as I write this blog also in order for it to speak on my behalf in my last hour, I wanted to have my inadequate considerations added to the pages of this little effort. When Francis’ offences and abominations go beyond what can be said with words, it is fitting that outrage be expressed by as many people as possible, irrespective of their ability to convey the extent of the sacrilege.
What Francis and his minions are doing goes beyond the scale of the imaginable only a few decades ago. It is astonishing to see this old man throw away the mask and openly, publicly, almost daily proclaim an alternative religion even as he insults and berates those who prefer to follow the old (and only) one. I can easily imagine the man putting a Buddha statue, Assisi-style, on the main altar of Saint Peter himself, and boast of the feat whilst his Cardinals blather about “tearing down walls”.
We have come to this point. I can’t imagine the situation will improve as long as Francis is Pope. Actually, my impression is that his attack to everything that is Catholic will get more and more aggressive, defying imagination again and again. We are living astonishing times.
Is the Pope Catholic?
In name and official function only. In reality, he is a dyed-in-the-wool enemy of the Church.
Pray that 2017 is the year that rids us of this scourge. We don’t know what will come afterwards, but at least we will have a shot at some sort of improvement.
As we all know, everyone can perform a baptism in case of emergency. As we also all know, the Church is already beset by the sad phenomenon of women in the sanctuary, uncaring of what St Paul said about how they have to behave in the church.
If Fra’ Cristoforo is right, the Vatican is planning something of the sort with the future female “Deaconesses”. Basically, this would be what the Germans call “Etikettenschwindel” (a fraud based on false labelling): the “Deaconette” would have nowhere near (as it is unavoidable) Holy Orders, nor would she have any of the privileges and faculties linked exclusively to those. However, you can bet that this fundamental difference will be more or less lost – or at least willfully ignored – by the ignorant and the dumb out there, who would end up perceiving the Deaconette for what she is not, and she will never be: a sort of deacon in petticoat. Also, you can be sure FrancisPriests will do all they can to carve for their “Deaconettes” as broad a role as possible, possibly hoping said “deaconettes” do not notice the way they look at young boys. Sudeenly, the priest will be too busy with his social work to find the time to baptise. But don’t worry, “Deacon Fatty” will be there for you.
If the Church becomes as stupid as this, one wonders what prevents Pope Francis II Tagle to do the same with the priesthood: creating “wymyn priests” who aren’t priests, but are called that way so that the faithful may be confused. At this point, the way for the Bishopess and the Papess, who would appear together with their “male counterparts” by all kind of ceremonies, would be wide open.
Let us pretend Francis had never been born, and we lived in an age of orthodox Popes. If we were having a conversation asking ourselves, in a pure hypothetical manner, what could a Pope do to undermine Catholicism without becoming officially heretical, this one with the fake deaconettes (to be followed by fake priestettes) would be very much at the top of the list, albeit it would – in an age of orthodox Popes – sound somewhere between absurd, impious and comical. This is exactly what this rapscallion is doing: undermining Catholicism in any way he can, without (at least in this case) touching the Sacrament of Holy Orders, but damaging it from the outside as much as he can.
This is how sad our times have become. I suggest you stop giving even one penny to your Novus Ordo parish (and direct it to other worthy Catholic institutions, like the SSPX) as soon as this one here with the “Deaconettes” comes out.
I doubt most “Deaconettes” will run the risk of dying of starvation anyway.
If you want evidence that Cardinals are not what they used to be, look at the photo above and the linked article from the Eponymous Flower, and reflect on the following:
- Cardinals used not to use the vulgar gesture the Cardinal uses in the photo; and yes, in Germany everyone understands the meaning. It is also very difficult to think that the Cardinal might have done it “by mistake”. Look at how his second finger is carefully held by his thumb.
- Cardinals used to know what they were talking about. A man so confused that he is able to state, in front of journalists, that he “thinks” that “unanimity prevailed” should take the habit of thinking twice before he speaks. It’s not so difficult to see whether a vote was unanimous or not. Plus, it is clearly a lie that it was.
- Cardinals used to be Catholic. This one here clearly isn’t. Beside the other lie (that AL would be in sync with the two Synods) it is just plain Protestant to say that if a document clearly states something at variance with what the Church has always believed, it is fine for any Catholic to believe the lie.
Cardinals are not as they used to be.
This one is, for sure, much nearer to Friedrich Engels than Jesus Christ.
Obeying all the commandments, all of them…’ Yes, it’s true, but this paralyzes you too, it makes you forget so many graces received, it takes away memory, it takes away hope, because it doesn’t allow you to go forward.
No, this is not “fake news”.
This is the possibly drunken, possibly drugged, but also very possibly possessed Evil Clown, reported verbatim using Vatican Radio as a source.
Seriously, people, I am fed up with this. Normally you shouldn’t question the profession of a Pope’s mother, but this is not a normal Pope, and I can’t avoid wondering how probable it is that the Lord would allow such a scourge to be born out of saintly, or even halfway good parents.
This is becoming so obvious, so embarrassing even for wannabe Catholics, so openly evil, that I don’t think there is an insult this man hasn’t merited.
This man worship sins. He must be so filthy inside that he cannot avoid proclaiming his perverted beliefs. His rambling, drunken rants go here and there without a sure purpose, until they land where the man always has them landing: countless variations of the leitmotiv of how sweet sin is, how useful being sinful is, how being a sinner makes you a better Christian, and all that rubbish he always seems to be revolving around.
Make no mistake, this is a serious hijo de puta. No, I mean a serious one. And it is really the time that we start crying it from every nook and cranny of the blogosphere, lest the simple and the idiots (who are many) may not be deceived by this bastard, or may be deceived only when they have made the conscious decision to do so.
This man should be targeted with foul tomatoes every time he dares to put his filthy mug out in St Peter’s square. He should be the daily object of derision, insult and mockery. He should be taken away from the sight of children. We are not even at Luther level here. We are slowly verging toward open Satanism, as this thinly veiled adoration of sinfulness clearly seems to indicate.
Francis’ words show once again to every thinking Catholic some elementary facts.
The first is that the offence to God caused by Vatican II is so great, that a devastating punishment is now being inflicted on all of us.
The second is that the Catholic feeling is now so dimmed, reduced to such a thin varnish under the omnipresent, all-powerful religion of niceness, that such words from a Pope cause nothing but polite disagreement and soft critical remarks (let me say it once again: this is one figlio di puttana. There. This is Catholicism for you. Extreme times require extreme measures).
The third is that the Lord is doing us, even as he punishes us as we have richly deserved, the great grace of putting us in front of such an obviously evil creature, that everyone who still has a shred of Catholicism in himself can see very clearly, through the white habit, the black soul of this deeply evil man. I think often with great horror what bigger punishment, and bigger danger, a more subtly evil Pope would have been. This idiot here wouldn’t cheat a well-instructed seven years old. This is a great grace.
Always remember: the battle is won already. Our Lady has already crushed Satan’s head. The final victory is ours already now, Francis or no Francis. But this does not mean we are justified in not fighting the battle, however assured the outcome. Join the fight, and spread among your fellow Catholics the news of an unhinged, satanical, utterly evil Pope who must be kept away from the sight of children.
Please, Lord, make him die. Make him die soon. Make him die before the utter devastation he is inflicting to the body of your Church is so bad that it needs decades and decades to be healed. Lead him – even him! – to heaven, allowing him the grace of final repentance, if this is Your will.
But in Your Mercy, please free us from this unhinged, utterly evil, satanical man.
Every day that God sends on Earth I am afraid of looking on Canon212 , fearing very much that Francis has made himself heard with another heretical, blasphemous, perverted, communist, or otherwise stupid initiative and/or statement. I am sure millions share my feelings, though only a tiny part of them visits the Catholic blogosphere regularly.
Like many of my readers, I ma of the opinion that whilst the absolute number of Catholics who read Catholic blogs is relatively small, the influence they have is huge.
Let us imagine that you are the usual Catholic; one, that is, with a thin varnish or Catholicism covered by a thick layer of ignorance, with on top of that the cherry of lazy disposition (the usual Catholic is generally Catholic enough to know, or at least sense, that if he were to deepen his knowledge of Catholicism some uncomfortable truths would be unearthed, which now lay comfortably hidden beneath the thick strata of ignorance). As you hear, here and there, about Francis’ “novelties” and “refreshing approach” to all matters Catholic you are curious, or vaguely disturbed, or outright uncomfortable, and go browsing on the Internet to know what is what. That’s where you find… us, the countless bloggers and commenters.
Suddenly you, usual Catholic of the garden variety (thin layer of doctrine buried under thick layer of ignorance) have no doubt anymore about what is what. A Pope despised and considered heretic by faithful, well- educated, well-instructed Catholics is what.
You may, being one of the garden variety, not really deepen the matter (see above: “uncomfortable truths”, of which you have already read enough in one internet seating to last you a long time). However, one thing you know: Francis is as much Catholic as Tony Blair is Labour. Yes, literally and legally a member of the group and (at the one or other time) its head; but certainly one who does not represent the grassroots and, in general, the very group he belongs to. Now, Garden Variety Catholic may dismiss the Labour grassroots without any trouble; but he has enough sensus catholicus to know that when countless faithful Catholics throw stones at the Pope, the face is irretrievably gone.
Francis, a man whose mother’s profession is more and more mysterious to me, senses this very well. Whilst certainly not a genius, he has enough brain to understand that this pesky Catholics are ruining his party. Instead of Johnny going away at the same time as Judy, he sees the Catholic public opinion (the serious one; the people the other listen to in order to decide what is what) has gone away with the faithful bloggers, and the only thing he can do is motivate a record number of Catholics to vote for Trump whilst even the effeminate Europe slowly but surely rejects – and despises – his socialist, globalist, anti-Catholic propaganda.
We are, literally, ruining his party, and even if Monsignor Ricca dances with him (which he might well do) he has no reason to smile; which is why he becomes more and more bitter, obnoxious, boorish, and outright despicable by the month. The dream of the historic papacy is gone. What remains now is a wrecking ball papacy, out of spite, arrogance, boorishness and utter and complete evil.
In the presence of astonishing cowardly bishops it is clear that Francis will not be challenged during his disgraceful papacy. He will go on wreaking havoc inside the Church like a Castro on steroids; but we will, at least, ruin his party, and deny to him credibility and dignity both in life and in history.
And as we are no cowardly “Knights” of Malta, or pussycat bishops, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.
O Lord God, to whom vengeance belongeth; O God, to whom vengeance belongeth, shew thyself.
2 Lift up thyself, thou judge of the earth: render a reward to the proud.
3 Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
4 How long shall they utter and speak hard things? and all the workers of iniquity boast themselves?
5 They break in pieces thy people, O Lord, and afflict thine heritage.
6 They slay the widow and the stranger, and murder the fatherless.
7 Yet they say, The Lord shall not see, neither shall the God of Jacob regard it.
8 Understand, ye brutish among the people: and ye fools, when will ye be wise?
9 He that planted the ear, shall he not hear? he that formed the eye, shall he not see?
10 He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, shall not he know?
11 The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man, that they are vanity.
12 Blessed is the man whom thou chastenest, O Lord, and teachest him out of thy law;
13 That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be digged for the wicked.
14 For the Lord will not cast off his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance.
15 But judgment shall return unto righteousness: and all the upright in heart shall follow it.
16 Who will rise up for me against the evildoers? or who will stand up for me against the workers of iniquity?
17 Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.
18 When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.
19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
20 Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship with thee, which frameth mischief by a law?
21 They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22 But the Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.
23 And he shall bring upon them their own iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own wickedness; yea, the Lord our God shall cut them off.
This Psalm is all I could think after knowing, today, of the shameful capitulation of the Knights of Malta, and their decision to bend over to the bullying of Francis.
Francis’ bullying makes me angry, for sure. But even more so the cowardice of little people, unworthy of the glorious order of which they are part, and ready to sell it (and, make no mistake, Catholic orthodoxy with it) for a comfortable life or who knows what ulterior motives.
What a shame. What use it is to be a sovereign entity, if this sovereignty isn’t used when it is most important to do so. What kind of knighthood is this, that decides to serve evil rather than good; what kind of miserable sellouts are people who first make very clear they will not be trampled (and have all the means to avoid it; if they are honest, that is) and then fold like the bad shepherd when the evil wolf, Francis, barks twice.
Shame on them. Shame on them all. In no time, the SMOM will be transformed in another fake catholic, condom-distributing, heresy-promoting organisation.
The Evil Clown does not win because of his intrinsic qualities as a bully. He wins because of the utter paucity of the people supposed to stand against him. People among which Cardinal Burke is considered a lion. And by the by, can’t wait for the man’s take on all this. We will know whether there is one who has kept his dignity.
What a shame. These peopel have not deserved any of their rich privileges. They do not deserve sovereignty. They are little lackeys of an evil man.
Traitors. Sellouts. Evil just as Francis is evil.
Don’t even try to make excuses for them. With their declarations of the past days they have themselves brought the judgment upon themselves. This is a sellout pure and simple. They have nowhere to hide.
For shame. I hope they lose their sovereignty. I hope they cease to exist. They have not deserved it.
I do not know how much time the Cardinals have informally given Francis to answer the Dubia, but it is reasonable to assume it will not be beyond Easter 2017. Unless the man does us all (and himself) a favour and dies, he will have to start thinking seriously about this at some point.
It is, in my eyes, very improbable that an open condemnation from the Cardinals will lead, in a landslide effect, to his deposition after a vast number of pussycats suddenly starts to roar. Normally, pussycats don’t roar. Francis should be very worried about his salvation, but not really worried about his job.
However, there can be no doubt at all that being the first Pope in almost 700 years officially censored by his own Cardinals would irremediably destroy this papacy, even if not one single Bishop and Cardinal besides those who have already spoken will take position on the side of Christ. Bishop Fisher’s opposition to Henry VIII was and is nothing to do with numbers, and Church history always sees past the complicity and cowardice of the day. If the Cardinals speak, Francis’ pontificate will be nuked for all eternity.
Now put yourself in the position of an atheist, heretical, Communist Pope. What do you do? Is it I do not say reasonable, but sane to willingly go into a fight he knows he has lost on day one in the judgment of history? Atheists may think that there is nothing but nothingness when they die; but they are still, generally speaking, vain enough to worry of what people will think of them when they are dust. The extremely vain Francis is not likely to be an exception.
Nor can you say that the man prefers to remembered as a Revolutionary Pope, and be fondly remembered by Castroites. Whilst nothing is impossible with this man, it would be stupid beyond words: no one remembers Honorius as a brave trailblazer, not even alternative Catholics and revolutionary SJWs. Atheists and Communists will remember Francis rather as a hypocrite than as an innovator. But they will, far more likely, ignore him altogether.
No. The only rational thing to do at this point is to, unpleasant as it is for him, swallow this big, fat, ugly frog. Loss of face will follow, but I doubt Francis is much concerned about his face in general. He will continue to insult Catholics to the last day of his life, and keep off-the-cuffing heretical excrement until he is six feet under. He will seek petty revenges and become even crankier than he already is. He will seek ever new ways to provoke and scandalise Catholics. But he will fall short of spreading his rubbish in form of new official documents again. One thing is being despised in life, another is knowing one will be the laughing stock of countless generations to come.
This, obviously, assumes that Francis isn’t a total ass, and is still able to think and act rationally rather than being an old, cranky idiot quarrelling with everyone and everything out of spite and blank hatred for humanity.
Which, in the end, is the big question.
Father Spadaro (Jesuit, obsessive Twitter-maverick, and told to be “near to the Pope”), has officially proclaimed and promoted heresy.
The quote is this one:
When the concrete circumstances of a divorced and remarried couple make feasible a pathway of faith, they can be asked to take on the challenge of living in continence. Amoris Laetitia does not ignore the difficulty of this option, and leaves open the possibility of admission to the Sacrament of Reconciliation when this option is lacking.
“In other, more complex circumstances, and when it has not been possible to obtain a declaration of nullity, this option may not be practicable. But it still may be possible to undertake a path of discernment under the guidance of a pastor, which results in a recognition that, in a particular case, there are limitations which attenuate responsibility and guilt – particularly where a person believes they would fall into a worse error, and harm the children of the new union.
This is clearly an alternative religion.
A religion in which Christ’s command “may be not practicable”. A religion in which it is always possible to define a “lesser evil” and prefer it to a “worse evil” that can be picked at pleasure. A religion in which the priest is made an accomplice (only for those, of course, who at that level of evil still decide they do need to talk to a priest) in the obdurate sin of the unfaithful.
No, this certainly isn’t Catholicism. It isn’t any form of Christianity, either. It’s the new religion of the adulterers, the communists, and the perverted.
Father Spadaro is either possessed, or perverted himself, or extremely evil. There is no way a sane Catholic with a shred of fear of the Lord remaining in him, and who certainly knows better, would ever go on record with the words above unless Satan had taken, in one way or other, complete control over him.
In Christian times, people like this one were burnt at the stake. With Catholic saints painted (centuries later) as present and presiding over the proceedings as in the painting above from Pedro Berruguete. The painting may be historically accurate, or not. I have no time or inclination to make a research. But it certainly shows how Catholic painters thought in Catholic times.
Pray for the soul of the poor bastard.
Or wait for the retractation if the protests are loud enough. This is the way these people work.
There is an achingly beautiful article from Hilary White on One Peter Five that I would suggest my reader take the time to read. It is, if you wish, a tale of redemption, the announcement that the Cavalry has finally showed up or, as the author beautifully said,
For us English, living on short rations in our bomb shelters, it is like hearing that the Americans have finally decided to join in.
The fundamental premise of the article is a handful of concepts that I repeat often: 1) Pope Francis is the unavoidable consequence of a rot that has been forming in the last fifty years. He is, if you wish, the explosion of a huge bubo that had been growing in the past half century whilst the vast majority praised the full airport masses of popes who kept appointing heretics as bishops, and kept tolerating heresy in many overt or covert ways at all level of Church life. 2) Francis has now come, as a plague allowed by the Lord to show us whereto our madness leads; to show us, in a word, that we can’t have Vatican II and orthodoxy at the same time. 3) These are great times for a faithful Catholic, because we can live and die in allegiance to Christ when all the world is against us. This is, as I have also stated, our very own “finest hour”.
However, I must disagree with the author of the linked article concerning two points: whether the war has already started, and whether the Cavalry has really showed up.
At the cost of being cynical, I must repeat that I still do not have much trust in the will of the four Cardinals to really start a conflict. If I were from Missouri, I would say “show me”. The Cardinals have pointed their cannons on Fort Sumter, but they haven’t started the cannonade yet. After months of silence from our hierarchy (including the four), I’d say I will wait until I see the smoke from the guns before I consider this war started.
In the same vein, up to now the interventions in favour of the four Cardinals have been few and far between: a couple of bishops here (I recall three in total), half a Cardinal there. Not much. If, for example, the entire Polish Bishops’ Conference were to release a hard-worded statement demanding that Francis answers the dubia, and does it in the proper way, then I would be persuaded that a strong front line is forming or, if you wish, that a Confederate Army is now operative. What I see up to now is… not much.
Then there is the big question of what happens next. I would like to share Ms White’s optimism that the dubia are the sign that things will soon improve, but I can’t get myself to think it. Decades of cowardice are not likely (bar a huge Divine intervention) to be overcome in a matter of months or in a few years. The poison of V II runs deep in the veins of the Church (actually, it runs pretty deep even in the veins of the Four Cardinals). The confrontation, if it comes, is likely going to end, at least initially, with the crushing of the opposition of Francis and the complicit silence of most of our clergy. What happens next is everyone’s bet, but when I look at our bishops I see an army of 8,000 kitten unfit to wage I do not say a war, but a loud meowing.
Then there is the matter of the apparition of Our Lady in Quito. I believe in the apparition, and am therefore braced for much, much worse than we see today. At some point, I expect Francis – or his successors – to try to “merge” Catholics and Lutherans, or declare Marxism part of the social teaching of the Church, or such like. I expect the bubo to not only explode, but to spread his pus everywhere, probably for decades. Fifty years of madness aren’t forgotten because of four not entirely sane (remember: they are part of the same madness!) Cardinals. Actually, I have a hunch that fifty years of drunken madness might well have to be paid with fifty years of excruciating pain.
But yes, it is a great time to be a Catholic. We will, possibly in the next half century, live and die believing in the faith of our Father amidst a world that ridicules and insults us.
It is a great Grace the Lord is giving us.
At some point, from somewhere, a handful of great generals and fearless heroes like General Lee and “Stonewall” Jackson will appear, and these Lees and Jacksons will lead us to victory; because whilst Lee’s and Jackson’s eventual defeat was almost inevitable, our own victory is already providentially ordained.
But I doubt that this will happen in my lifetime, and encourage my readers to prepare themselves to decades of conflict whatever happens; even if the Four Cardinals abandon us, or are left completely isolated, or are declared heretics by the Evil Clown.
As to myself, as I write this I can’t even have the consolation of at least seeing the start of the war.
In a further demonstration of how far the cancer of Modernism has spread within the highest ranks of the Church, One Peter Five reports, in an article about the Dubia, this stunning affirmation of Cardinal Lehmann.
“For that matter, what, then, is hindering us from taking married deacons – who perform a great service in the Church – and then ordaining them so that they may also take over priestly duties?”
The easy answer to this is “Church discipline and what would happen to such a bishop afterwards, you old nincompoop”. The more elaborate answer is: “why are you still allowed to wear your red habit? Nay, your priestly habit?”
A retired Cardinal inviting his colleagues to such acts of open disobedience has no business whatsoever being a priest, much less a bishop, much less a Cardinal.
And a hypocrite, too. The man never performed such an act of open disobedience when he was intent in climbing the ladders of the hierarchy, but he now wonders what prevents any of his German colleagues from being immediately suspended and, likely, kicked out altogether eventually.
This man was made a Bishop in 1983, and then a Cardinal in 2001, by John Paul the Not-So-Great. He was, by the way, at the head of the German Bishop’s conference. Goats and gardeners come to mind.
The cancer has been spreading for a long time.
This man should be invited to retract his scandalous affirmations or being defrocked. But hey, in the time of FrancisMercy this seems somewhat improbable.
The best punishment for this idiot would be to ignore him utterly and completed (notabene: it would really be burning at the stake, but he is Pope so that doesn’t count). However, for the benefit of the very ill instructed it might be good to say one thing or two about the idiocy of this man.
Francis has no idea himself – nor could he – how any “reconciliation” can be achieved that avoids conversion of Proddies to Catholicism and goes beyond the uneducated “hey, let’s ignore our difference; they are only the squabbles of theologians” he goes peddling around. Once confronted with hard facts, his only answer is to sow confusion. He is a peasant invited to speak in front of theologians, and who has nothing more to say to them than a Rodney King-style “can we all just get along?”.
No, you git. We can’t. The matter of heresy or orthodoxy strike at the very core of what we are called to be. It isn’t just something that makes for embarrassing conversions at the Thanksgiving table. Only someone who has no idea of what the Church is can consider being voluntarily out of it a matter of secondary importance.
The “joint statement” is a stunning example of complicity in heresy and, it seems to me, outright blasphemy. Mind, this is joint, so Francis has to answer for it, too.
“We experience the pain of those who share their whole lives, but cannot share God’s redeeming presence at the eucharistic table. We acknowledge our joint pastoral responsibility to respond to the spiritual thirst and hunger of our people to be one in Christ.”
What a Catholic (not Francis, of course) and a Lutheran understand under “eucharistic table” are two completely different pairs of shoes. Only a peasant bent on sowing confusion could sign a statement that simply ignores his duty to defend the Truth and Dogma of Transubstantiation and downplays it to an utterly undefined, and acceptable even for darn Lutherans, “redeeming presence”.
Then notice the utter stupidity of comparing the allegedly secondary, momentary episode of the “eucharistic table” with the “whole lives”: these two Protestant idiots obviously consider it as very “off” that once two people share their lies together, this annoying “detail” of the “eucharistic table” should remind them that one is a heretic, and the other has married a heretic.
In the end, none of the two asses had any solution that goes beyond the mere ignoring and downplaying. None had a thought going beyond the most childish platitudes. These are two peasants trying to reinvent the wheel, and lamenting the fact that the feat appears somewhat difficult to achieve.
There is only one Church and only one Truth. The only way for those who are out is to get in. No Pope, no matter how stupid, heretical, or perverted, can change a iota on that.
Congratulation, Frankie boy. You have shown the world, once again, how stupid you are.
Remember Trotsky’s theory of “Permanent Revolution”? Its nucleus was that any Country in which the Proletariat “triumphs” will be surrounded by baddy Capitalists States, and to avoid defeat the only way was to feed a Permanent Revolution continuously striving to export the revolution to them.
Francis, a man evidently stuck in Marxist ideas, now tries to do pretty much the same. His idea of “Mercy Revolution” is doomed to fail, because outside of his Marxist bubble and his circle of admirers and interested adulterers Catholic just aren’t buying it. Therefore, he must export his mercy Revolution and tell us that heaven itself is in a state of constant flux.
“What is the Kingdom of God? Well, perhaps the Kingdom of God is a very well-made structure, everything tidy, organization charts all done, everything and the person who does not enter (into this structure) is not in the Kingdom of God. No, the same thing can happen to the Kingdom of God as happens to the Law: unchanging, rigidity… the Law is about moving forward, the Kingdom of God is moving forward, it is not standing still. What’s more: the Kingdom of God is re-creating itself every day.”
Movement equals change. Change equals imperfection. Everything that grows must one day die, everything than change can’t be perfect before and after the change. Not only is this elementary logic, this is what the Church has always taught. God’s Laws can only be as immutable as God himself. God can’t “move forward”. It is absurd to say that perfection can “re-create itself” every day and be perfect. If the law moves forward, the Gospels are 2000 years behind. This is, in fact, exact what Francis believes.
This man is making of heaven a revolutionary project. Not only is this extremely arrogant and blasphemous. It is just plain stupid.
May God have mercy of such an idiot.
Frankly I wouldn’t bet my pint.
In the days approaching the Big Fat Heresy Fest, Pope Francis has thought it appropriate to let us know once again what tool of Satan he is.
LifeSiteNews reports that, speaking to a group of heretics very possibly bent for hell, he has told them that Proselitysm is “poison”. What a dastardly tool of Satan this cretin is.
This is obviously not new, and in fact it is difficult to think at this point what heresies can this man spit out of his filthy mouth that he has not spitted already. However, it is fitting for us to warn the less intelligent and very badly instructed faithful – the smart and well-instructed ones obviously need no warning – of what a tool of Satan this old, lewd man is.
O you, occasional reader who has stumbled on this site by some fortuitous circumstance, know this: the Pope sitting on the throne of Peter is a shameless heretic, a lewd enabler of trannies and other perverts, a hater of sanctity and purity, an enemy of the Church, possibly a homosexual, and certainly a man of limited intellect and boundless arrogance.
Yes, it is possible that a heretic sits on the Throne of Peter. It has happened in the past, it will happen in the future. Yes, it does not mean that Truth can change, as in fact it did not change in the time of Honorius and Liberius, of Formosus or of John XXII. Yes, it means that you – you, my dear occasional reader – have the duty to inform yourself about your faith and follow it rather than blindly follow the new religion of Francis, which would be blasphemous Papolatry without a shred of Catholicism in it.
God will free us from this scourge at the time His Mercy has appointed for it. It might well be that this punishment goes on for many decades. But you, my dear reader, you will follow the truth today, tomorrow, forever; safe in the knowledge that no one can touch what has been transmitted to us.
The only effect a heretical Pope can have is to lead with him to hell souls of whom the Lord, in His Justice, has decreed that they have merited hell anyway. Not one soul, not a single one will the dastardly heretical Pope be able to prevent from attaining Salvation, of whom the Lord has decreed that it will be saved. Francis is no thief of good souls; he is no more than a huge rubbish collection truck, meant for the unloading of a huge load of filth in Satan's eternal furnace.
I pray, and so must you, that the Lord in His Mercy will call us with the blessed, allowing us the grace of final repentance that we would never, ever be able to merit on our own. But we must collaborate with His Mercy, and in this way do His work as much as it is in our power.
There is nothing so shockingly extraordinary in the events of these years. Nothing, I mean, more extraordinary than V II was, in fact, an extraordinary act of arrogance and outright revolt. It is that extraordinary rebellion that now brings us its extraordinarily poisoned fruit. We look at 2016 in the historical perspective of the last 60 years and suddenly Francis makes a lot of sense, and becomes as logical as the indigestion after the gluttonous meal, as the big headache after the big drinking.
Stop one moment, dear reader, and reflect. We reap what we sow. It is an unchangeable, Divine law that it must be so.
Let the scale of the headache be the indication of the scale of the drunkenness.