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The great Donald J Trump has shown the world, again, how it is done; and again, the incompetent class of journalists and diplomacy “experts” is left with trying to limit their embarrassment. Let me summarise how Trump has dealt with the North Korean threat.
Trump starts from the end. His aim is the destruction of North Korea as a nuclear threat. He has decided to do this and then he has worked on this becoming reality.
North Korea has survived because China protects them in various ways, helping their regime to avoid collapse. Trump starts his North Korea policy by kicking the Chinese in the balls, very hard, with the recent tariffs. Tariffs which are, as the Chinese were made to understand, only the start. A country with more than $300 billion surplus in its trade with the US has no defence when on the other side there is a man willing to cut this to zero if needs be, and leaving them in no doubt that he can and will do this if he must. Unless the Chinese behave. Clearly, North Korea isn’t worth the castration of the Chinese economy and, also important, humiliation of China.
To make things even more clear, the latest round of sanctions against Korea is enforced brutally, because this is not the time to posture about like Obama did.
At this point, North Korea is the lapdog of the US already.
Then he directs his attention directly to the North Koreans and, basically, imposes on them the visit of his guy, Mr Pompeo. The guy flies there, enters the wolf’s lair like he owns it, and gives the North Koreans their marching orders about what they have to do if they want to have at least a shot at survival.
They are to shut up, fly to Beijing to be told first hand how really, really screwed they are, and agree to a meeting with Trump to take further orders.
When Mike Pence makes clear that this is not the usual Obama fake diplomacy where the president tries to look good but nothing is achieved, and states very clearly that the aim is denuclearisation or destruction of the evil regime, the North Koreans react with a violent attack to him; thinking, poor guys accustomed to limp-wrist Obama, that they can still bark to Number 2 and get away with it.
Here, Trump shows what a master he is, and what a natural at that. He leaves the negotiating table and, in the same letter with which he does so, threatens the North Koreans very publicly with utter destruction.
In English: shut up, fat Kim.
You. are. my. bitch.
Get in line again, fast, or start taking the measurements for your coffin.
Promptly, the North Koreans grovelling ask the President to please, please have mercy on them, and the rest is history: the meeting does take place, Kim promises nuclear disarmament, the extremely harsh sanctions against Korea remain entirely in place whilst he does so, and they receive no payments, with the Americans are in charge of controlling that he does what he promised. The only “concession” he makes is the stop to military exercises not scheduled until next year.
This way, the bitch gets a bone and is allowed to try to survive, if she can; and if the bitch behaves, Trump might throw at her another bone or two, with little meat around it; then Trump is not President to right all the wrongs in the world, but to deal with the threats to American security.
Boy, what a difference with Obama and Clinton. They could not wait to give relief from sanctions, and even money, from the start, against empty promises everyone knows will never be honoured; and called this diplomacy.
If Obama had achieved one third with North Korea of what Trump has already done, he would have been celebrated as the Greatest Guy Ever Born. Trump humiliates the North Koreans in all possible ways, showed the world that he owns them and the Chinese are no match to him, and all the libtard complain because we still have a repressive regime in place, which they have been helping to survive and become a big threat in the last decades.
This is not the way Trump thinks. Trump selects an objective at the start (the nuclear disarmament) and goes straight towards it, kicking all the balls he must kick in the process but also not thinking that he is the World Policeman and Global Social Justice Hero. What a great man we have at the White House.
Peace through superior Testosterone.
Enjoy the show whilst the libtard heads explode.
Wim Wenders’ sugary brown-nosing of the Evil Clown ended up a bomb of dramatic proportions. The details of the drama are here.
You could probably screen a documentary on the history of the semicolon and get more people willing to pay to see that than torturing themselves with 96 minutes of Francis. I do not doubt it would be more interesting and formative, too. Actually, one has the impression the only viewers were those being punished by their parents and forced to choose between the documentary and two months of being “grounded”.
This is enough to make you cringe. This is so embarrassing I am embarrassed for them, as the likes of Francis and Wenders are obviously incapable of embarrassment themselves. This one is the Pope, for crying out loud! He goes out in 350 cinemas and he gets, on the opening weekend, an average of $1,500 per cinema screen, per weekend?
Mind, this is the gross intake. The theatre gets around half, the other half goes to… reduce the losses. $750 for the weekend. Will this suffice to even pay for electricity, cleaning and personnel?
Embarrassing. Utterly and completely embarrassing. From the man who has dedicated his own papacy to being “accepted” and considered “cool” by those people who constitute the majority of cinema goers in the United States. With a director whose name still has some form of, if not esteem, at least recognition. It goes to show how radioactive Francis is.
Despised by Catholics. Ignored by everyone else. Desperately trying to be popular with the world. Failing miserably.
There you have it: this papacy in four short sentences.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
Q. Why does God, in the Fifth Commandment, forbid the taking of one’s own life or suicide?
A. In the Fifth Commandment God forbids suicide, because man is not the master of his own life no more than of the life of another. Hence the Church punishes suicide by deprivation of Christian burial.
The first quote is, obviously, from the Proverbs. The second is from the Catechism of Saint Pius X. I have not quoted from the “Catechism of V II” because it almost never states things with the beautiful clarity that once was the mark of these texts, and also because I think that Vatican II should be avoided whenever possible.
In the last week or so, two very prominent suicides have shaken the United States of Trump. The first was the suicide of Kate Spade, the billionaire fashion entrepreneur. The second was the one of Anthony Bourdain, the (anti-Trump) “celebrity” chef and TV entertainer.
Hand on heart, and hoping to do something good for my salvation and the salvation of those who read me, I feel the need to spend a word or three to counter the mountain of secular dog excrement I see invading internet fora and such like places. I can’t even imagine the amount of sugary platitude that will be posted on Facebook by countless wannabe Sunday philosophers.
Suicide merits hell. This is the beginning, the middle, the end, the fruit, the dessert and the lemon sorbet of it. If anyone commits suicide lucidly knowing what he is doing, he goes straight to hell.
Every time some atheists leftist chooses the easy way out, we are confronted with (normally, but not always; and the V II crowd is most atrocious in their acquiescence to them) atheists leftists presenting suicide as something which just happens fo rpurely medical reasons, because depression is such a horrible thing.
Depression is, for sure, a most horrible thing. However, ask yourself this: who would, upon willingly murdering someone else, escape jail because he was depressed?
Exactly. The only way for the person to escape jail (and still land in a madhouse, however called) is the inability to understand and will what he was doing; and this, obviously, provided that this inability was not self-inflicted (because of, say, extreme drunkenness or drug-taking). The same applies to suicide; then suicide is, believe it or not, the murder of oneself.
Those who think that God would judge the one who murders himself differently than the one who murders someone else have not been paying attention to a phenomenon called Christianity, and should be made aware of it for the good of their and their loved ones’ souls.
Also, all those who just assume that a willingly committed suicide is justified because, well, every suicide ever is – a staple of the godless society – are ipso facto accessories in another person’s sin through their defence of the ill done. Being accessory in a mortal sin is not something you want to be.
Of course, I wasn’t there when the suicides happened. But for heaven’s sake, don’t treat yourself and others as if they were children, because they aren’t. Kate Spade left a suicide note. Kindly let us stop being dumb here.
Of course, you never really know. Both of them hanged themselves. These home-made executions by hanging tend to be long-ish, very painful affairs. You never know whether, helped by his guardian angel and God’s grace, the person managed a perfect contrition in the end. However, there is a huge difference between the realistically faint hope that a half-miracle happened at the last moment and the pollyannish, sugary, Vatican-II-kindergarten assumption that it has been so. It is for this reason that, in the age of sanity, suicides were refused a Christian burial. The refusal did not equate to a condemnation to hell. It was, however, a sober and charitable assessment of the probabilities at play. This sober assessment also applied, for the most part, to people who had either practice, or knowledge, or both of Christianity in much higher degree than this is, today, often the case. Bourdain does not strike me as a spiritual character. The possibility that one overcomes 61 years of godlessness in, say, 32 seconds of willed self-suffocation out of rejection of that same God they should now ask for forgiveness is a very, very, very long shot.
Prima facie, a most atrocious, blasphemous sin has been committed. There is no certainty about the interior motives, degree of will or ultimate punishment. However, there are facts on the ground such that a reasonable person will reach a reasonable conclusion about what has, very probably, happened and the very probable consequences of the act. We must, as Christians, register these facts, apply common sense to them and charitably help others to understand the Christian perspective on suicide.
This will, of course, offend them.
Good. It means that the message has been understood.
Dear reader, I invite you to profit of these suicides to give, as they say, some witness for Christ.
Pick a liberal or two, and shock them hard. You may want to arch your eyebrows in the most sympathetic way as you do so, Libtard-style. But please pour them the medicine straight down the throat.
If they spit it out is will be their problem. But who knows: in twenty years’ time, it could be the remembering of that once spitted medicine that, with God’s grace. saves their soul.
You hear people say about the complementarity of “Yin” and “Yang”. How the two integrate and complete each other, and all that. They normally feel very smug as they grace the world with their deep knowledge of all things human.
I wonder how many of these people would react, were they told that a child needs a father and a mother?
President (Thank, God!!) Trump’s remarks about the animals of MS-13 have prompted the usual scandal from the bleeding hearts of the left. From the many who ran to accuse Trump of calling all illegals “animals” (usual fake news) to, predictably, Father James “Georgina” Martin getting, ahem, all hot and bothered at Trump’s testosterone and making comparisons with Hitler, there was no scarcity of hypocrite virtue-signalling and fake righteous outrage.
It used to work, you know. There was a time where the Rottweilers (see what I am doing here?) of the left only had to bark, and the emasculated “conservatives” would fall in line very fast, apologising to everyone and his cat for any offence that might have been taken, or imagined, or dreamed of.
Those times have gone.
The White House in the Age Of Trump doubles down on the statement, outs the leftists for the bunch of screeching bitches they are, and proceeds to not only take solid ground, but go on the counterattack on this. I sincerely hope that the hysteric defence of extremely brutal criminals from the left will become one of the themes of the coming electoral campaign. Trump truly is the guy who could do it.
But let us talk about animals more in general.
Calling cruel, evil, or simply very dumb people “animals” is so common that the usage is everywhere. Pope Francis himself referred (seek the link for yourself) to priests who deny baptism to the children of single mothers in that way. It is really, really common.
The Bible does the same, and it is the Word of God. Go to Gateway pundit or any other interactive bible with a search function and you will see the usage recurring in a variety of contexts in both the Old and the New Testament. Our Lord himself, when talking of casting pearls before swine, is obviously referring to humans, and in this sense has the phrase been used ever since.
Even more in general, the comparison does not even have to be offensive. Our Lord is the Lamb of God. Is there any homosexualist priest who finds this offensive?
But let us enter an even wider field, and let us put the matter in its proper context.
An animal, in the strict sense of the word (that is: not a human) cannot sin. A human is capable of great evil. What does this tell us?
Pope Francis is worse than any animal. It is likely that it would have been better for him to be born a physical jackass, than a figurative one.
It seems absurd, and it isn’t.
The pattern is always the same. Vocal minorities claim persecution. Then legislation is enacted to “protect” them in some way. Then it becomes deeply offensive to go against the new PC mantra. Then it must be a criminal offence to do so.
The problem with the UK is the extreme, if you allow me the word, “dumbification” of the Country after sixty years of decaying religious feeling and BBC-fueled PC shallowness. Millions are just unable to see when their liberties are infringed upon, because their Facebook pages are too full of sugary platitudes to allow them to start using their brains.
The double standard is also already built in. You don’t get any prizes for supposing that Muslims will go largely unscathed, Catholics will be prime targets if not tomorrow, the day after tomorrow.
The premise is stupid already. Different religions ar eintriniscally incompatible with each other, which is why they are different in the first place. Therefor,e any proclamation of the truths – real or supposed – of one religion must be offensive to another one.
“God has no son”, blaspheme the Muslims. Shall it be six years, then?
Oh, and I forgot.
You know that in the end religion might simply be a convenient excuse, don’t you?
The real aim of these guidelines is the critics of “trangenders”; that is, those peopl emad enough to believe that they are not who they are, and who in more charitable times were protected from themselves by putting them in suitable mental institutions. Not anymore, of course, and the staggering suicide rate shows all the cruelty of “tolerance”.
Mind, the Country has more resources than this, and will react at some point. But this kind of attacks has been going on for more than ten years now, and it is time for the Conservative to become Conservative again and start thinking straight. Because if they don’t, the British people might at some point wake up in other ways. At that point it might get ugly; because, whilst sadly “dumbified”, this is still a fairly tough nation, very difficult to indoctrinate for very long with the easiness with which you can brainwash the Germans.
What happened at the Met Gala at the beginning of the week is an alarming signal of how badly things have decayed within the Church.
- The fact that Cardinal Ravasi & Co. did not hesitate to lend Catholic articles for a mini-exhibit shows, even assuming their orthodoxy, the stupidity of these people. The gala was, and is supposed to be, a show of everything that is wrong and stupid in the modern world. It’s a “fashion show” for scandalous “celebrities”, you cretins! What did you expect? What is next, the exhibition of Catholic memorabilia at a “gay parade”? These people really do not know anymore what Catholicism is!
- The presence of the likes of Cardinal Dolan at the event shows, once again, the desire of these people to mix with and be seen by the wrong crowd, and I mean the wrongest possible crowd. Only a Pollyanna on steroids could think that they were there to convert. They were there to be converted. Actually, they were there to show that they already are.
- The event also saw, unsurprisingly, the presence of Father Martin, aka “Georgina”. How are Cardinals like Dolan and Ravasi not able to keep undesirables out of an event they are helping to succeed with such a massive favour as an entire exhibition? Answer: because they are just not interested in doing it. Actually, they revel in the idea that the heathens they worship will see them as “open minded” and “tolerant”.
- Neither Dolan nor Ravasi can claim that they actually did not know that the gala would become a mockery of Catholicism, reduced to object of fun or outright mockery for rich atheists and curvy bimbos. They actually had to know, because they frequent those people often enough. The brutal truth is that they are so desensitized to everything Catholic that they possibly even found it fun. Cardinal Dolan, whose sheer lack of intelligence and decency antennae is quite alarming at this point, keeps trying to crack jokes about it.
- The entire spectacle was so shameless, that even Piers Morgan was scandalised. (Caution: Link to Daily Mail!). And Dolan keeps trying to be funny!? Really, how bad have things become?
It is time for us bloggers, and for journalists, and for commenters to start saying loud and clear that people like Dolan and Ravasi have no business wearing a thabit at all, much less the Red Hat. They should not be allowed to be I do not say Cardinals or Bishops, but priests in the local parish; because they are so totally sold to the world that it is unjust to inflict them on any community of Catholics.
When Piers Morgan must teach you the basics of Catholic decency, you know it’s time to apply at McDonald’s and finally give a contribution to society.
The Italian magazine La Nuova Bussola Quotidiana reports that Alfie was, possibly, poisoned to avoid the persistence of the inconvenient situation in which a child ordered to die refuses to obey orders. I wasn’t there, but I know La Nuova Bussola Quotidiana as a very honest Catholic voice. Church Militant reports in English.
Normally, I avoid conspiracy theories. But this does not seem a conspiracy to me, or a theory. It seems fully in line with the mentality pervading the British so-called “health” system.
I hope that there will be a full investigation on this, and I actually hope that the Italian Justice will also start its own investigation as little Alfie died an Italian citizen.
The author of the article sums it up well:
This is what Alfie’s martyrdom did, as well as converting many hearts: It forced us to unite against a monster, to look at the brutality of a eugenics system disguised as democracy. A system with unlimited power over the person and considered a civil religion by English politics and justice. A power that crushes so many other fragile lives and spreads a utilitarian mentality that one must begin to fight if one does not want to do the same end.
One day, Theresa May may well be “euthanased”.
Unfortunately, she isn’t smart enough to understand it.
This is the last episode of many in which conservative voices have been silenced by the progressive media.
Like Diamond and Silk, Mark Dice is expressing perfectly legitimate opinions in a perfectly reasonable way. But exactly this is the problem for the Nazis running Twitter, Youtube and Facebook: if you have ideas I don’t like, you must be excluded from the public discourse.
It is high time the US legislators (I have no hope that anything may happen in Europe) realise the threat to our freedoms emanating from these organisations, which are quasi-monopolies (and factual monopolies) in the space in which they operate. They must be broken up just in the same way as past monopolies. They are infinitely more dangerous than any monopoly of the past because they do not impact merely the way you spend, but the way you think and the way you vote.
We can’t allow these companies to lord over one global platform each. There must be enough choices for the consumer to choose his own vehicle or social expression, and there must be legislation protecting the freedoms of the citizen when they enter such spaces; then Twitter, Facebook and Youtube, and actually the entire platform on which they operate, cannot be seen as “private spaces”, but as a public domain in which the freedoms of the individual cannot be infringed.
I hope that president Trump realises this soon and become the promoter of effective legislative action, making of this a constant issue in the public arena until the electors force their representatives to act.
Break them up. If we don’t act now, this could be the nightmare of the next decade or, perhaps, generation.
A bizarre news hit the internet yesterday. The Dutch Bishops have not celebrated, as is their custom, the anniversary of the election of a Pope. The explanation given for this is even more bizarre: no time.
The Dutch Bishops taken together are, as we all know, a bunch of heretics. They should have all the interest in the world to support Francis. They should be cheerleading for him day and night.
Instead they have, literally, “no time for Francis”.
Whilst it is difficult to know what is going on here, one can make a reasonable hypothesis: that Francis has made such an ass of himself that even those who are, like him, on the side of the demons prefer to keep their distance.
It’s like being a South-American Dictator that is such an embarrassment to his own generals, that they try to distance themselves from him even as they enrich themselves under his rule.
Admittedly, there might be other explanations (from sheer laziness, to virtue-signalling because they are so busy “helping the poor” to, methinks, unwillingness to cancel the meeting at the Gay Sauna). But realistically, the one I have mentioned above seems the most realistic.
A heretical Pope despised by his fellow heretics gives the measure of this man’s epic failure.
We are truly living in the age of the delicate violet.
It is as if any notion of manliness had gone away together with the last vestiges of Christianity.
Truth is now taboo. Being sensitive violets is all that counts, and this obligation to poisonous sensitivity at the expense of Faith encompasses everyone and everything. Even children, who are in the age when truths is most easily absorbed and imprints itself most clearly in our consciousness, must not be spared. No, their faith must be perverted at a very young age, courtesy of the Evil Clown.
It is not difficult to say to a young orphan that if his atheist father died in his atheism he is most certainly in hell. It is an “if”, not a “when”. It preserves the faith – for the good of the child second, and of the Faith first – and encourages him to pray, as every Christian should, for the soul of his father; in the hope that one day he might discover that his father did not, in fact, die in his atheism.
What was done to this child is cruel. He was inoculated with the germ of atheism, and the Pope himself was the one with the syringe. What unbelievable rubbish, what atheist nonsense, what negation of Christ for the sake of… what? Of not making a child cry? Poppycock. For the sake of spreading atheism among all Catholics. Then if Francis is right, Jesus is a liar, Christianity does not make any sense, and Christ died on the Cross for those who deny and insult Him to the last, like the evil robber on the Cross.
What a nasty piece of work this man is. His hatred for everything Christian has now become totally unhinged. It is as if he wanted to show us that the more we criticise him, the more heresy he will spread, just because he can.
Besides, this comes from a man who has just released an Apostolic Excrementation going on and on about the evil of Pelagianism, but is obviously too thick to understand that to maintain that a man goes to heaven without faith, simply because he is “a good man”, is as Pelagian as a heretic can be.
Every hen loves her little ones. Stalin loved his daughter. Goebbels loved his family. But human love without faith does not merit heaven, then he who rejects Him Who is the Way, the Truth and the Life cannot claim acceptance by Him because of lesser, and utterly natural, and by the way God-given, good traits in his character. Works without faith do not save.
This unhinged, evil man must be exposed for what he is: an atheist subversive only interested in showing to the liberal and atheist crowds, whose approval he craves, that he is one of them.
Die soon, Francis, and may the Lord have mercy on you. Though for some reason I have the impression that your pit will be the deepest in hell.
Cowardinal Burke strikes again.
With absolutely no sense of shame after he has refused to follow through with the Dubia, an initiative of which he was the undoubted front man, Burke has the insolence to complain again about Pope Francis as if he were a quisque de populo rather than a Prince of the Church, and actually evading the obvious elephant in the room, the question about his sustained inability to whistle after wetting his lips, in a very public way and amid worldwide cheers.
Every interview with this individual should have no other question than this one: when is the man going to proceed to the solemn and public correction of the Pope, now made clearly unavoidable by his absence of any answer to the Dubia?
Cowardinal Burke is a fair weather “conservative” always ready to make himself beautiful in interviews, and unable to fight the good fight whenever it may cost him something more than the mild inconvenience of having to move his office from this or that utterly splendid palace. And what grates me most is that is does not even have the dignity and decency of, at least, being a Cowardinal in silence, like many of his colleagues. No, this one wants your applause whilst he avoids doing his job.
The Dubia were posed in September 2016. Heavens, that’s more than one and a half year ago! Two of the Cardinals have managed to die of old age (and may the Lord have mercy on them!) before finding the guts to act. This one here keeps meowing, but it’s clear that he has no intention of acting whatsoever, either.
Most infuriatingly of all, Cowardinal Burke keeps repeating that it is right to criticise the Pope, even publicly, for the good of the Church and to avoid confusing the faithful. And what he keeps saying that it is right and the thing to do he keeps not doing!! It’s unreal!
Cowardinal Burke is trying to be a hero on the cheap.
He blabbers, you applaud, everything is fine.It’s not going to change.
God forbid, he were to lose another splendid office.
This priest died suddenly in the Vatican. 29 years old.
Eternal rest, and all that.
But this is not the reason for this blog post.
Good Lord, what a fairy!
Are these the priests of today?
I’d say not. These are probably the priests of today who ends up in the Vatican.
Yes, I am being judgmental.
Yes, I don’t care that he has just died.
As long as we have priests like this guy, we will continue to tank.
There is an article on Antonio Socci’s blog that got me thinking. The article was published yesterday, April Fools’ Day, and when I read it I thought of an April’s fish; particularly for the use of the Italian adjective, “farlocco”, normally a jocose way of saying “fake”, or “pretty dumb”, and would have caused a smile after the announcement of the “fish”.
However, I write this on the afternoon of the 2nd, and the post is still up there with no “Fish” whatsoever.
The article is long and smart, but the part that interests me is Socci’s assertion that a non-Italian Cardinal got very angry, contacted other Cardinals, then contacted the Pope and, also on behalf of those other Cardinals, let him know that his statements exposed him to the danger of being deposed.
This would be, if confirmed, quite the bomb. However, yours truly observes the following:
- What kind of Cardinals are those who ran to the phones for a quotation in an atheist newspaper, but do nothing for an entire encyclical signed by the Pope? It seems unlikely that the Cowardinals would shut up (even the four, after some meowing) following the official proclamation of an alternative morality, but would be suddenly up in arms for the quotation of a 94 years old in an atheist newspaper. Unless…
- Unless even Cowardinals are humans, and some of them might even believe in God, and be afraid for their eternal destiny; hence this short outburst of reason; which, by the way, was put to rest when the Vatican denied not even that Francis might believe in heresies, but merely that he would say so openly to a journalist. Still…
- … the perhaps most interesting fact is in the rumor itself: this is a Pope who might have been called by a Cardinal more or less kindly threatening him with deposition, and the facts makes headlines, and no one finds it absurd or the fruit of fantasies. This Pontificate is so discredited that rumors of threats of deposition are seen, whether true or not, as perfectly realistic.
How the humble have fallen!
First of all let me say this: it was great fun. It was a nice way to add to the joy and general merriment of the greatest feast known to Catholicism: Easter. I would obviously have refrained from this is April 1 had fallen on a Good Friday. But as it was, it was quite a good occasion to have a laugh and draw a lesson or two.
The post had to be shocking, but it could not be too obvious; therefore, I had to strike a balance between shocking surprise and utter impossibility. I also wanted to throw some bait in the mix, and see how my readers would react. If you enjoyed the fun yesterday, I hope you will enjoying reading this. If you didn’t, you need to lighten up and look at the calendar more often. In any way, I think I have thrown so much sugar in this that any reader had at least the possibility to stop and reflect.
There were many clues to yesterday April’s Fool. Let us see them one by one.
1. The sugary picture.
Come on, folks. Such senseless, effeminate nonsense is really not like me. It’s the kind of rubbish you find on your average one-world-cretin’s Instagram or Facebook page. I am pretty sure many of you spotted the fishy post at first sight.
2. The violent husband.
It has come to my attention that in this country, every middle-aged woman seeking a new man to take care of her children and ageing ass always had a violent husband. Yep, no exceptions, at least not in my experience. I see this not only in the female colleagues who suddenly talk to you about their violent ex husbands, but also in the male colleagues now in a relationship with a woman who has divorced… a violent husband. The latter tend to belong to that type of guy who seems to have “FOOL ME” written in capital letters on their good- hearted foreheads. Then there are those middle-aged women who, on knowing I am single, try to bait the fairly attractive, fairly manly, exotic-talking Italian red fish with the sob story of the … you get it.
There evidently is, in my estimation, an epidemic of domestic violence in this rather civilised country, possibly due to strange substances in the tap water. It’s just astonishing. Or perhaps this is the way dumb men are lured into adultery and fornication with ageing, manipulative bitches. One of the two, anyway.
3. The Possible “Annulment Play”
I have left the door ajar on this, because I wanted to see how many would suggest the “Catholic Divorce”. I am proud to say that almost nobody did, which is a great testament to the sensus catholicus of the readers of this little effort.
No, folks. It’s “for better or for worse”. If your husband becomes an alcoholic, then you have an alcoholic as a husband. To try to delude yourself that perhaps you never wanted to marry the guy and hope that the referee gives you an easy way out (which will require you to, pretty much invariably, lie; to yourself first, and to others after that) is not a solution. I hope reader “Billy Chickens”, to my knowledge a new commenter, is not a Catholic. Either way, I suggest he stays very near to this blog.
4. The “perspective of my heart”
This one was, actually, huge. This blog lives and breathes out of the basic concept that truth is unchangeable, and that compared to that my feelings, my “perspective”, my “discernment” and all other circmstances (aren’t the children adorable? The little, trusting creatures? Do you want to make them…. cry? C.r.y.? C-R-Y??!!) simply disappear into nothingness. I have, here, introduced the “concrete circumstances of the case” and baited my readers to a process of “discernment”. Most of you, dear commenters, have refused to take the bait; actually, it appears the thing did not even cross the mind of many of you.
You made me proud. Catholicism lives in this place, all right.
5. “When they’re near me, it’s so delicious. They’re the answer to my wishes”.
Not musically inclined? A pity…
Still, I think some of you might have had something whistling in their ears….
6. “Love is God”
This was, my dears, the very big clue; or, rather, the nuclear bomb I charitably threw in the mix in order to avoid the one or other of you having a heart attack. It was also my last way to let you look at the damn calendar!
“Love is God” must be the most atrocious, satanical lie ever devised. It is also a staple in “inclusive”, Presbyterian-style “churches” for lesbians and sodomites. It is purest nonsense. It is completely incompatible not only with Christianity, but with every form of organised religion. It is a licence to create a completely bespoke, diabetes-inducing religion of “feelings” whose only rule can only be the complete absence of any rule. If, my dear reader, you were still taking the bait after reading “Love is God”, kindly don’t blame it on me.. 😉
In general, I can say this: that the known commenters have reacted in a properly Catholic way, whilst the questionable answers have generally come from readers I did not remember and were, possibly, not at all acquainted with the, erm, rather assertive nature of this blog (subtitle: “Catholicism Without Compromise”).
But it was fun and it was, I think, instructive when read with this “companion”.
Let us soldier on, my dear fellow warrior ants.
We are not the kind of people who fall for the sob story, and the lie of “discernment”.
I come somewhat late to this party, but I want to add my two cents to it as it seems that shaming the Evil Clown is a fitting way to honor Our Lord on Good Friday.
This unbelievable nincompoop has managed to shoot himself in the Marxist genitals once again, and this time promptly for the Triduum, by chatting with his godless friends, Eugenio Scalfari, about heaven and hell; or rather, the fact that the souls of the damned would be annihilated.
Now, in itself this is nothing new: the Francisfantasy about the annihilation of the damned has already been reported by Scalfari and was not denied by Francis in the past. Therefore, there is no reason to believe that Scalfari is lying. In fact, Scalfari’s credibility – not only on this occasion, but on all the preceding ones – is also made unassailable by the incontrovertible fact that Francis keeps talking to him, thus giving him a clean bill of health concerning his integrity. No sane person can have any doubt that Scalfari does not misrepresent Francis, and this is the reason why the latter keeps “chatting” to him.
What is new this time is that, after a huge earthquake erupted, the Vatican was forced to deny that this is what Francis told Scalfari.
Now yours truly wonders: as this is not the first time (from memory, at least the second) that Scalfari publishes something like this, why all the ruckus now and not then?
My answer is: firstly, because this time it happened during Holy Week; and secondly, because Francis is now seen as “fair game” by headline-chasing newspapers; newspapers who do not care anymore whether what they publish damages their narrative of the “modern Pope”, simply because the man is a joke anyway.
Therefore, this time the heretical statements of the Evil Clown have caused an atomic mushroom, and those crusaders for truth, the Vatican Press Machine, had to try to limit the damage.
Sorry, Father Rosica & the other girls: the damage is done.
The entire world laughs at the spectacle of a Pope so stupid, so vain, and so embarrassingly incompetent that he must be corrected in front of all the world in order to try to stem the tsunami of laughter heading towards the Vatican.
Keep going, Francis dear. Be your own warning against yourself, for all faithful Catholics to see.
We salute your immense stupidity as the best antidote against your heresies.
The Pope who, first after the middle Ages and Renaissance, uses methods of open intimidation and condones – nay: promotes – corruption is the one who dares to call us “mafiosi”.
If you think that Francis is not actually calling faithful Catholics like that, you haven’t been attention in the last five years. Francis uses his many public utterances for the relentless smearing and insulting of all those who criticise him.
In the latest months this has obviously included a wider public than us – as the guy has managed to even be implicated in the cover-up of the responsibility of bishops abetting paedophilia -, but generally, it is fair to say that we remain his first and favourite shooting target.
As is often the case, Francis forgets in today’s rant what he has said yesterday. Only some days ago he was waxing
lyrical effeminate about this strange god who just can’t avoid forgiving everything to us no matter what our sins; but those who are today’s targets of Francis’ bile will “end badly”, which can only be a reference to the lack of said forgiveness, i.e.: hell. The old, lewd guy is clearly looking for new ways to insult us, and he has now escalated to “mafiosi”, probably because he felt that way on the day. I consider it a promotion, and an insult to wear with honest pride (the good, not the perverted or the presumptuous one). To be called a “mafioso” by Lewd Francis is like to be called “deplorable” by Crooked Hillary.
Francis lives in a contradiction-indifferent space. He does not show any interest today in what he has said yesterday. He does not seem to understand that after the age of, say, seven, a boy is expected to show some coherence in what he says. He seems to see the Vatican as a huge pram, out of which he can throw toys with almost daily frequency in the presence of journalists.
I make an easy predictions: many mafiosi, even among those who are in hell, will suffer less than this disgraceful caricature of a Pope if he does not repent.
And I will not even call him “pope mafioso”. The man is such dirt that it would almost look like a compliment.
A stupid wannabe catholic site has an article where the author has consulted a “theologian” about hell. No link. You are welcome.
The problem the author had is whether blessed souls suffer because some whom they loved on earth are in hell. Well, Sherlock, they are called “blessed souls”, so you have the answer right there. Apparently, what I knew in Kindergarten is now beyond the pale for these people.
The “theologian” answers the author with the usual stuff about the blessed being, you know, blessed. However, he drops a bomb immediately later stating that hey, we don’t even know whether there are any people in hell at all.
OK, Einstein. So Jesus has lied to us, and several thousand years of Judeo-Christian tradition have been all a misunderstanding. Mama Jesus could hardly suffer anyone being in hell, because there is no happeeeee endiiiing for them, you see.
What satanic rubbish.
I have not finished the article as it seemed to me that I was wilfully covering myself with dirt, so I have spared myself – and you – the imposition of reading more rubbish with all the related medical implication (like the adrenaline surge). I should by now be accustomed to the idea that there are so-called “catholic” sites out there making the work of Satan; but hey, it drives me mad every time.
One cannot avoid thinking that, unless they repent, both the author of the “article” and the “catholic” theologian will meet one day in a very hot place, and will tell each other “damn, there is a hell”….
I do not know what the Divine Plan for these rubbish sites is. It can be that Satan is just allowed to seek whom he may devour through them, and there can be little doubt that the way of such “experimental catholicism” is the way to hell. In other cases, one can hope that distracted or agnostic readers will stumble on these sites and, in time, will discover the existence of the real Catholics on the Internet; after which, the original, accidental gateway will be remember with embarrassment, as a painful encounter.
I am thinking what will happen to all those practicing Benedictolatry after the man goes to his judgment.
I can think of the following:
- They declare that Benedict is still alive, but has been shipped to some village in Eastern Bavaria, near the Czech Border, with instructions to his jailers to never let him see the light again.
- They declare that Benedict is still alive, and is happily drinking beer in Kloster Andechs (as every German knows, they brew wonderful beers over there…). However, he has decided to let the world believe that he is dead for the greater good of the Church.
- They declare that Benedict is still alive, but is being kept prisoner in a coffin.
Discussion and further hypotheses welcome.
As to me, I am a simple guy and my take is very simple:
- Benedict has resigned. Francis is Pope. Benedict said as much.
- He kept title and white cassock because he did not want to be called a Celestine V.
- he will be called a Benedict XVI. Which, history will say, is much worse.
Toys R Us has now announced the business is definitively going to close down and put an end to its miserable existence.
We, the happy few still keeping our sanity in this Age of Madness, welcome the news and wish all other companies like Toys R Us the same destiny.
A company for many years at the forefront of aggressive liberal social engineering, Toys R Us had officially stopped donating to Planned Parenthood some years ago, possibly – you know yours truly is a cynical chap – as the business sky started to show some rather dark clouds, and the libtards activism was becoming increasingly more risky. However, they kept directing donations to organisations supporting Planned Parenthood, because libtards will be libtards.
It is a tragically amusing indication of the mad times we live in, that a company selling toys would promote and finance the killing and shrinking of its ultimate client base. It’s a bit like Starbucks promoting a ban on coffee, or General Motors advocating the end of private car transport. By this level of stupidity, it is no surprise that more mistakes were made, and that ultimately the company ended up six feet under.
The end of Toys R Us should be a cautionary tale for the likes of Target, Starbucks, Walgreens, and all the others who think they can indulge in their activist fantasies at the expense of their shareholders. As the markets become more dynamic and established brands are more in danger of being harmed by disrupting new competitors, it becomes more important to avoid being on boycott lists of sane, pro-life organisations influencing the buying decisions of millions.
Employees also have something to learn from this. Given the choice, do you really want to work for a company that is endangering itself with its stupid social activism? I don’t mean here necessarily the high-turnover temps or low skilled workforce, but the management levels and all those who relied on this company to pay the mortgage and are now facing an uncertain search for jobs that don’t grow up on trees, or might be forced to move their families to a new location.
Truly, Toys R Us has aborted himself.
Frankly, this is the kind of abortion I like.
I remember the old times, when people had the fear of the Lord and knew a thing or three about Christianity. They were more modest and intelligent than today, too.
In the old times, people did good and did not tell anyone. It was considered something in extremely bad taste, and stupid to boot, to advertise your own “goodness”. Besides, the Church was the main channel of charitable activities, as in those times even atheists esteemed her work bith on the local and international level.
This has completely changed. In the Age of “Me”, fear of the Lord has disappeared, and the consciousness of one’s Unique Awesomeness informs most individual decision. Therefore, the New Snowflake is not only not ashamed at all, but even proud to let you know how wonderfully good he is. This, of course, in the case that he is not actually scrounging, what a lot of nowadays’ “chariteees ” actually do full time.
Let’s say I love jogging and want to take part to, say, the New York Marathon. I can set up my own “chariteee” and then invite everyone to “help my chariteee”, which “raises awareness about breadt cancer”. I can, obviously, deduct the costs of my “charitable” activity from the donations I get. As I will, likely, never even cover my costs, the net sumac the exercise is that I have scrounged from friends, acquaintances, colleagues and everyone I was shameless enough to approach (which is: absolutely everyone, because I am so persuaded of my Unique Awesomeness) a part of the costs I would have paid anyway, signalling virtue like there is no tomorrow in the process. The people say I want to help will see nothing or (if I decide to advertise some payment “of my own pocket”) almost nothing, but hey, look at how Utterly Bloody Awesome I am!
There are many variations of this, and a frequent one is the young scrounger (or I should say: XXI Century Beggar) smiling at me in the most hypocritical way as he tries to “connect” and start touching me for his good cause; obviously without telling me that he will get a very big chunk of my standing order, and that the chariteee does not care to divulge the scandal because It’s all extra money in their coffins anyway. All this would not exist without the Age of “Me”, or at least the phenomenon would be much reduced. In fact, when I was a child the street chariteee scroungers did not exist, at all.
And now excuse me, I need to go establish a “chariteee” to raise awareness about prostate cancer, after which I hope there will be enough idiots around to pay a part of the costs of my favourite hobby.
Among the many platitudes heard today about the death of the Atheist National Glory, Stephen Hawking, there was a diabetes-inducing statement from him I heard on the radio, maintaining somethjng along the lines that the world is a good place because in it there are the people we love, or such like cheesy stuff. Alas, no text, but I am sure if you duck duck go around you will find the exact words after a while.
As so often, atheists do not grasp their own lack of basic logical thinking.
If there is a God (as we know there is) love between humans is a pale reflection and a derivate of God’s love for us. But obviously, this tiny love can only be understood in the light of the greater one. We know that we love each other with what is nothing but a sparkle of a divine fire, and it is exactly this divine fire that gives to our love – even only the human one – its dignity, beauty and meaning and, at the same time, allows us to fathom God’s love for us in a very imperfect way.
If there is no God, however, all this changes. If there is no God, “love” cannot but be a reproduction mechanism used by our DNA, who runs us all and dominates the planet, in order to maximise its probability of survival. The atheist man, who prides himself of his rationality, must see that in his perspectivdvall his feelings are merely a trick, a joke played by his chromosomes on him to fool him into doing all sort of things and undergo all sorts of sacrifices so that they – the chromosomes- may get their way. Also, the same rational man must understand that there is, in this mechanism, no difference between a man dying for his fatherland and a termite dying for its own termite house; nor is there any special meaning in a mother sacrificing herself for her children, something every hen does without a second thought out of pure animal spirit.
If there is (absurdly) no God, everything is an immense, cruel, senseless joke without rhyme or reason, dominated purely by the same survival mechanisms that rule the behaviour of insects and spiders, and ending in complete annihilation after, hopefully, doing the bidding of the Master Of The Universe, DNA. Our “lurv” is, then, nothing more than the same mechanism at work in the spider and the hen, and more sophisticated merely because, being more intelligent than hens, we need to be tricked into reproduction by our DNA in a more sophisticated way. And everything, from the Troubadours to the Dolce Stil Novo, from Dante and Petrarca to Manzoni and Leopardi, is just that: the way sophisticated intellects keep themselves occupied so that they keep doing, hoping, aspiring, loving, laughing, crying and, at the end, reproducing instead of doing the only rational thing that should be done in such an (absurd) circumstance: refuse to obey the cruel cycle of short , meaningless existence for the sake of our DNA and dispose of ourselves in a painless way, choosing the nothingness that awaits us anyway without all the stupid activities born of a huge deception.
Astonishingly, atheists do not seem to get this simple logic, and even atheists who are reputed intelligent prefer to deceive themselves about this – if, absurdly enough, there is no God – giant deception called “love”.
The giant, satanical deception is, obviously, atheism. But atheists don’t recognise this, because they are too busy with the religion of themselves.
Five Years tomorrow, and even the professional pessimists could hardly have imagined such an aggressively anti-Catholic Pontificate from one who is, hands down, the most disgraceful, heretical, clearly atheist, church-hater Pope in History.
However, the dominant trait of this Pontificate is, if you ask me, the stupidity of the man.
Atheist he may be. A Church-hater, too (Many Jesuits, possibly almost all of them, very probably are). Perhaps a closeted homo. Certainly a hard line socialist. But what remains, in my eyes, as the most dominant trait of this Pontificate is the explosive mixture of ignorance, arrogance and stupidity that became its mark from the start.
This (initially) shocking aspect of this Pontificate is also the most encouraging one for those who care for Catholicism.
Too arrogant to admit he is doing all wrong, too ignorant to grasp the historic resilience of Catholicism, and far too stupid to go about his work of destruction with any subtlety, Francis has long been the worst enemy of his War on Catholicism. Five Years later you must be a homo, a commie or an atheist to like him. Francis has “six-pound-note” written so large on his forehead, that he is now an embarrassment for the most hardened Pollyannas.
Five years of unspeakable arrogance, ignorance and stupidity later, the game is up. The sheep understand that this is a wolf, not a shepherd. Francis’ project has utterly and completely failed, in that he will “lead astray” only those who were determined to get lost anyway. No-one with some Catholic goodness in his heart will ever by deceived by this old, lewd nincompoop.
This is the only silver lining of the present situation: a jackass is, undoubtedly, Pope.
But at least all the world can see it.
Today is the day that feminists the world over use to push their agenda.
If you ask me, we have allowed this to go on for too long, and we should start responding to the fire from the enemy line.
I suggest you wish your friends and colleagues a good “international day of femininity” or, where appropriate, a good “international day of the wife and mother”.
Who can, after all, be against mothers?
You are not wifephobic, surely?
Hey, don’t look at me that way. In a world were the most miserable people on the Planet call themselves “gay” I can call the 8 March the “International Day Of Devout And Submissive Women” all day long.
In case you had any doubts about the inclinations and attitude of Father James Martin, Society Of Homos, this blog post should remove it fast.
Father Martin goes full all-wheel-drive, twin-turbo, twelve-cylinder sodomy here. The (always fake) pretence that the Church be “open” to sodomites becomes a clear, open call for sodomitic sex and even sodomitic “marriage”.
Has a worse priest than this disgusting individual ever existed? Possibly not.
Every day in which this minion of Satan is not defrocked is a shame for the Church.
I don’t know who the bishop in charge of him is, but I dread to think of what must go on in that depraved soul.
How can, it might be asked in these disgraceful times, the Church be true and Francis the Pope?
My answer is another question:
How can the Church be true and allow us to choose who is Pope?
Bad as this crisis is, one thing is sure: we cannot put an end to it with our own private decisions. Not only is this fully un-Catholic, it also leads to absurd consequences.
So I and several thousands Mundaborists decide that Francis is an illegitimate Pope. Three weeks later he proceeds to appoint nine Cardinals. Are they legitimate Cardinals? Obviously not. Then other seven Cardinals are appointed, and after that eleven more. In the meantime, hundreds of dioceses, including a dozen of major world capitals, have illegitimate bishops.
A Conclave follows: how can anyone who questioned Benedict’s abdication, much less anyone who denied Francis’ legitimacy, accept the new Pope as legitimately elected, and be he Pius XIII? And at this point, what happens? This Pope will elect new Cardinals, and the problem will become inextricable.
Now, if we had a formally heretical Pope the matter would be simpler: with God’s grace, the See would be declared vacant and however many Bishops and Cardinals are available to side with Christ would proceed to convocate an imperfect Council, declare the Pope self-deposed, and elect a legitimate one. But again it would be them, not us, who do it. It would be up to them, not to us, to decide that the Pope has deposed himself. There is simply no mechanism within the Church based on which laymen decide who is Pope. If it were so, we would be all Protestants.
The reality is sad, but part of the sadness is this: that we will have to live with obscenely bad Popes for as long as the Lord decides that it is fitting for us to be punished with them. And when the Lord in His Goodness has decided that it is time to put an end to this, then he will let us know through signs that are in conformity with what the Church teaches: for example, the SSPX declaring the Pope a formal heretic and calling for an Imperfect council, which then – by God’s grace – also happens and leads to the Pope’s deposition.
To decide that the Pope is not legitimate and then unavoidably deny legitimacy to everything that happens later is like stabbing the Church in the heart to cure Her (admittedly, very bad) fever. It is, as I have written already, Sedevacantism on instalments. It is just not the way the Catholic Church and the Catholic mind work.
Take Francis as a penance and use this time to pray the Lord that He may, in His Goodness, pave a way out of it; a way which, as we all know as Catholics, will invariably be a Catholic one.
The election in Italy have been, if not a real earthquake, a rehearsal for the real thing. The leftist coalition that gave us perversion and euthanasia legislation has been defeated in a humiliating way, and only 3% separates the right coalition from the 40% giving right to an absolute majority. This will not fail to make them bold, as the implicit threat of new elections must be now very scary to everyone else.
Not for many years has the Country been so intolerant of the lies and politically correct madness of the ruling oligarchies. The EU and the Euro are officially in trouble, if not dead yet. Things are going better, slowly.
But it would be wrong to believe that this is the turning of the tide for our Catholic values, and it remains to be seen whether there will be the numbers and the political will to reverse at least the latest stupid legislative measures. I honestly will not hold my breath.
Still, something is changing. One step at a time, a sane desire for old values and the “old religion” might well follow the rejection of the mantras of modern PC thinking (= more Muslims, more globalisation, more Brussels).
In all this, however, an element is impossible to ignore: the Italian voters have shown Pope Francis the longest middle finger he could imagine, the coalition obviously supported by him trounced big time, and voted by non Catholics only.
Matteo Renzi may well be the biggest political loser of this election.
But the biggest loser of them all is a Pope told to take a hike, by Catholic voters, in Italy.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Italy goes to the polls today, and it might be a long night waiting for the results.
However, what is making the headlines today is also another event: the sudden death of Davide Astori, Captain of Fiorentina football (soccer) team and also 14 times National team player.
Astori died in his hotel bed, in Udine where Fiorentina was about to play today, of sudden cardiac arrest, at the age of 31. The Country is stunned. There will be no football today.
Oceans of ink are already being written, explaining to the populace the rare phenomenon of the sudden death of young, healthy people; a phenomenon particularly more outlandish in professional football players, who are subject to intensive medical scrutiny.
The official medical position on this is that the heart is a very complicated organ, and it may happen in rare cases that the coronaries have slight malfunctions, very difficult or even impossible to detect with normal medical means, which strike at a certain point with unexpected, devastating consequences.
We, who have a Catholic mind, don’t really need the medical details.
What we know is simple and effective: we don’t know the hour nor the day. We can be summoned at any time for our redde rationem. We don’t know today whether we will see the sun tomorrow.
The world, who does not believe, is now reading the medical details of this sad, strange death. We, who believe, pray for the soul of poor Mr Astori, and wonder:
if it had been me, would I have been ready?
Courtesy of S.Armaticus Blog, see Veri Catholici’s demolition of the unfortunate document. I personally would not bother doing all the works myself, and I notice heretical expression picked by me earlier today aren’t mentioned. But this is par for the course with Bergoglian documents, which are so full of heresy, confusion, and assorted dumb expressions, that one cannot even keep tab with all of them.
Enjoy, therefore, the linked article.
It is always good to know that, in the midst of this chaos, warrior ants fight for Christ all over the Planet.