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Most of my readers are, clearly, North Americans. It is, therefore, fitting that I explain to them the cultural differences about abortion that I see on both sides of the Pond.
In Europe – and, to a certain extent, even in the United Kingdom – abortion is not seen as something that “empowers” anybody. It is not seen, by most at least, as a “conquest”. It is, also, not seen as the disposal of a “clump of cells”.
Your average European (particularly South European, but also North European) sees abortion as an embarrassing remedy to a grave life crisis. He will not deny that the fetus that is being legally disposed of is, in fact, a human life. He will simply reflect that he would prefer this emergency exit to be available to his daughter, and that he would not be strong enough to resist suggesting that course of action if his girlfriend (sex and marriage having been decoupled from the daily life of your average European decades ago) were to become pregnant.
Basically, it’s a choice dominated by convenience and cowardice, and people know it. This explains the remarkable absence of public debate about it pretty much everywhere this side of the Atlantic. It is, in fact, impossible not to notice that the demolition of Roe vs Wade is treated as “US news”, with nobody expecting a serious debate about abortion in Europe. Mind, it is my opinion that things will change in the years to come; but, for now, it is what it is: a sort of situation of convenience, of which it is conveniently, but silently agreed that the least it is said about it, the least discomfort for everybody. Tellingly, at Mass yesterday, after such a historic moment, the homily did not contain a single word about the Supreme Court decision. Unsurprisingly so, if you think how difficult it is to hear a priest even saying the word “abortion”, or discuss the evil of abortion, from the pulpit (you get to be content with vague words about life beginning at conception, or the like. But for heaven’s sake, let us never call the killing of a baby the killing of a baby! People might get upset!)
It is, therefore, with a certain degree of astonishment that I, as a European grown up in a Country where abortion does not have such a rabid ideological component, witness the feminist rage currently going on in the US. It is a shocking, hysterical behaviour that you would not see in Europe. The hundreds of rabid fanatics banging on the doors of public buildings would not be seen here. Similarly, you would not see the controversy framed as “stay away of my uterus”, as if a uterus had any rights over a human life. Instead, what you would see would be the usual, emotional tales of girls who have committed suicide, the gruesome stories about abortions made with ***the famous hanger*** (there is no mention of abortion without the unavoidable famous hanger), and the like. But the idea of “it’s my uterus and I decide whom it should kill” would, by and large, not be there.
To very many people in Europe, the arguments used must appear extremely evil, and shockingly so. They paint a picture of an extremely polarised Country, whose societal fabric has been torn apart by the satanic push for baby killing, sexual perversion and, now, institutionalised child grooming and child abuse.
Here, abortion is just something people prefer not to talk about; something one tries not to think about, like the number of men the wife slept with, or the daughter sleeps with, or (in the UK) the son sleeps with.
In time, the death of Roe vs Wade will produce results here, too.
We can, at least, build on the lack of satanic hysteria.
Yesterday must have been one of the most important days in the history not only of the US, but of humanity in the last decades.
Finally, Roe vs Wade was overturned. It is impossible not to see in Donald Trump the man chosen by Providence to set the process in motion, which led to yesterday’s glorious decision.
Obviously, this victory does not end the war. But it truly is difficult to overestimate the legal and cultural reach of this decision. In the next years, abortion will be more and more in the defensive as new legislation protects life in many of the U.S. States. Similarly, the “wind of change” will unavoidably travel and, in time, invest Europe, where opposition to abortion is (particularly in the South) widely spread.
We see here how things are done. All those sanctimonious Judases who thought themselves too holy to vote for Trump have no part in this victory. This victory belongs to all those who have put the life of the unborn before their own vanity and virtue-signalling.
Similarly, this victory is, if properly exploited, a herald of things to come. The greatest taboo of the Supreme Court has just fallen. Why would pervomarriage think it is safe from attack? This is like the taking of a very important citadel, opening the way to a fertile plain rich in wealthy cities and fertile fields.
Of course, the war will be long and the battle will not end in our lifetime. But if you ask me, 2022 will be remember as the reversal of 1973, and this will do a lot of good both to the West and to the entire planet.
As I keep reflecting on this day (a day that I thought I would not see in my lifetime), I thank God for the joy of seeing this day in my lifetime. But I also say, from all my heart, the following words:
Thank you, Mr President!
I cannot avoid, as I advance in years and watch the world getting mad around me, making a comparison between the world I grew in and the world in which I live today.
If I think of those years, one thing appears evident: it was always one’s fault.
If one was fat, it was one’s fault. If one committed suicide, it was one’s fault. If one became an alcoholic (we had few), or a drug addict (we had many) it was one’s fault. If one was a thief, it was one’s fault. This was the way normal, sensible people reasoned.
Yes, there was the excuse crowd. But they were communists motivated by their own ideology, and not even they believed in their own tired “it’s society’s fault” trope. It was a kind of mini hand grenade thrown there without expecting that people believe it. In normal, daily life, it was personal responsibility all along.
How times have changed! Where I live now, the contrary is the case: it is never one’s fault. If one is fat, he has a “condition” forcing him to weight 300 pounds, with no one responsible but, in case, McDonald’s. If one commits suicide, the news that he was “battling with depression” is as assured as the Amen in the church. If one becomes an alcoholic, or a drug addict, something must have made him such, and so on.
Why this happens is very obvious. The old generation believed in God, in personal responsibility, in right and wrong, and in individual agency. The new generation believes (yes, it is a faith) in bogus “science”, which is used to make all kind of excuses for themselves and others.
This thinking seems charitable, but is, in reality, blasphemous. To say that the advancements in psychology allow us to “make excuses” for an awful lot of suicides is a denial of Christian values, because it clearly implies that Christianity had it wrong for 200 years, but now “science” finally got it right. The same reasoning can be applied, mutatis mutandis, to the rest of the behaviours I have mentioned.
Believing in God means putting personal responsibility first. Accepting the bogus “science” means putting one’s own well-being, or well-feeling, before Christ.
Truth does not change. Man does not change. The DNA – and the innate sinfulness – of Man will also never change.
Every time that you are tempted to think that (insert here your favourite excuse) when (insert here some issue or other) ask yourself what your grand-grand-grandmother would have thought of it, after a 10 hours day spent in the field.
No, she was not “ignorant”. She was wise, because she had a system of value informed by her religion.
Enough with the excuses.
It’s time to go back to basics.
We all know that what is not said can be more important than what is said.
Take, for example, the Evil Clown.
If you look at this article, you will immediately see that something is off. Yes, you marry
“because you want to base your marriage on the love of Christ, which is as firm as a rock.”
However, the words
“You don’t get married to be Catholic ‘with the label,’ to obey a rule, or because the Church says so, or to throw a party”,
are clearly subversive in their implied meaning; implied meaning which is, naturally, that one might choose not to do what the Church says, and Christ’s love will go and find them like a faithful bloodhound. In fact, countless males with healthy hormones and tepid faith will tell you, without any hesitation, that they have married, in no small part, to obey a rule.
Not so strangely, another report of the same event in an Italian site gives the entirety of the Francisthinking: in this article, a couple is mentioned, to whom Francis says “Vorrei farvi sentire la mia vicinanza proprio lì dove vi trovate, nella vostra concreta condizione di vita”, or
“I would like to make you feel my vicinity exactly there where you are, in your concrete life condition”.
Yep, these guys weren’t married. Yep, Francis clearly is fine with it. Yep, to Francis the church marriage of this couple is not the going out of an extremely sinful condition (which even excludes from Confession!), but something “suboptimal”, where Christ is not near the couple as He would really, really want.
Not only that. That the concubines had not married in the Church is, how surprising, not their, but the Church’s fault. They had, you must know, not found “open arms to welcome them”. Let me translate the situation here: the Italian priest likely said to the concubines that they needed to live separately for the period of preparation to marriage; or, alternatively, posed other conditions to the marriage that the couple did not like. Ah, this darned rigiditeee!
Yes, I know. No, you are wrong.
And so we see the entirety of Francis’ modus operandi, always finding a way to criticise and undermine what he faintly claims to be extolling.
It’s not clear to me whether the NCR was trying to “adapt” Francis’ attitude in order to avoid giving scandal. But that Francis is rotten to the core, about this there can be no doubt.
Christ’s love is as firm as a rock. But His Judgment is just as definitive. Francis is always, always silent about the extremely important, and extremely harsh, reality of the rules to be obeyed.
Like many others, I experienced, in the past months, a feeling of mild satisfaction at seeing Elon Musk embrace his own Libertarian streak and let it (moderately) evolve in a more conservative direction. Beats being a Silicon Valley liberal clown any day.
However, this guy has a seriously, and I mean seriously screwed up personality. I would suggest that no one in the Conservative field tries to make of him a symbol of our struggle, or an example of Conservative thinking. It’s not that he might not get there one day, difficult as it might appear. Very simply, he is, as per today, very far away from any Conservative Weltanschauung.
A shame, really; because, like Trump, this guy has the attention of many millions.
So, what do we know of this guy?
- One of his former lovers is now dating a trannie (link is out there)
- Another of his former lovers is a certified lesbian (trial just ended)
- One of his sons now wants to be called Loretta.
The motivation of the spoiled brat’s request (which includes not being linked to his father in any way, shape or form; a strange thing to say for one who is also declaring to be certifiably insane) also shows another big issue: spoiled brat appears very, very angry at papa just not being there.
Is this true? If you follow Tesla (as I do) you know it’s absolutely true: the guy works like a madman, but also has time for all sorts of distractions, from Twitter to other companies of which he is also CEO. What he never seems to have time for is the vast number of children he has sired, from different women, during the years.
This is a guy who, in the time left free to him from the running of one 1 trillion and one 300 billion company, finds the time to quarrel about the purchase of a ten billion company as he “explores” “relationships” with women he could never had had the time to actually know, whilst seeding children here and there as a DNA propagation exercise. But it’s not only that; he also finds the time to call people paedophiles and enter in an astonishing number of discussions concerning pretty much everything under the sun.
The guy is also very confused: to say that one “supports trans” (yep) but doesn’t like the aesthetics of dumb pronouns is pretty much the stupidest stance one could ever take on the matter.
Stupidity has consequences. Elon Musk is noticing it just now.
Mind, I think the guy is an utter and total genius, and he is the only person currently on the planet to whom I actually give the honour of the title. But he is also a highly dysfunctional person that can never be taken as an example, or trusted with any type of role as a conservative leader.
Musk is, clearly, growing (high time btw). He might support Trump in 2024 (big bonus, if you ask me). But this is not our guy, he does not reflect our value, and he is, simply, not (literally) based in the values that make a Conservative.
The linked article has a picture of Elon Musk exposing his children to the presence, and to an intimate one to boot, of a known Lesbian. It’s difficult to think how you can screw up your children harder. Mind, this does not justify the spoiled brat (no trannie is ever, ever justified, because God does not “do” perversion), but it certainly shows that this particularly troubled apple fell not far away from a particularly troubled tree. I wonder if Elon Musk starts to see it, or whether he will, like so many weak-willed cretins, start “empowering” his own son (who clearly hates him) and play the liberal “acceptance” card in order to feel less of a cretin, or more loved by Spoiled Brat.
If the guy had been not so self-absorbed, he would have spent more time with his children; perhaps he would even have come to the idea that a working family is a much worthier aim in life than “changing a planet”. Alas, this is not what Elon Musk is. He is a highly intelligent, utterly genial, but totally dysfunctional guy.
“You don’t want to be me”, he said once in an interview. I fully agree with him.
Spend time with your children. Give them the priceless gift of a proper mother, or father, figure. Teach them the most important things about honesty, integrity, courage and, most of all, teach them about heaven and hell.
But please, don’t be an Elon.
Elons are crappy parents, raising crappy children.
Please watch this short video, and reflect with me on what can be seen there.
I am a very emotional man. I know how it is not to be able to stop the tears. I could fully, fully understand Archbishop Gaenswein when he was overwhelmed by emotion when talking about Benedict.
I saw in the Archbishop’s emotion a man who was, at that point, reflecting on decades of work together with a man he, evidently, truly esteems. I saw that he, Gaenswein, was seeing in front of his eyes many moments of prayers, joy, sadness, hope, and engagement for the Church they both (certainly in a more or less imperfect way) love. And yes, you can be overcome by emotion in a moment like this one. And yes, I will not think worse of you, but better.
The video I posted is like a full breath of oxygen, and I have posted the German version so that the obvious sincerity of the man can be better appreciated.
God knows I don’t like these V II prelates, as a class. But when I watched the video, I knew that in the Vatican there is, still, more than homosexual Jesuits, homosexual non-Jesuits, and scoundrels of all other possible sort (normally, homosexual themselves).
This is a guy who sees a decades-long collaboration going to an end, perhaps very soon; and one who still has the innocence to be overcome with emotion as his long-term superior, collaborator and friend is about to depart.
Not a fan of the guy, at all.
But I never thought as highly of him as today.
Pray for Benedict. He is, I think, about to get through his most difficult hurdle.
May the Lord have mercy on him, and on us all.
So, what worries Pope Francis at night? The rampant perverts among his collaborators and at all levels of the Church? The money mismanagement and all sort of scrounging and corruption with the money of the faithful? The slow but certain disappearance of Christian piety, traditions, even ways of saying, in the West?
Certainly not! What worries this toxic guy at night is, very clearly, that there must be an increasing number of new religious associations mushrooming up from the Catholic grassroots, as it is bound to be as a reaction to all the “Nighty Night” Cardinals.
How do I know this? Why, simple! Because Francis now wants to prevent it!
Notice the mechanism here: the Bishop must ask a Francisdicastery, which will clearly answer that all this desire to foster Catholic life is absolutely outrageous, and the members better tell their little boys to go play with the dolls.
It does not seem to me a catastrophe: the communities wishing to become public associations of the faithful will remain private associations of the faithful. Happened a lot of times. In fact, if memory serves Saint Philip Neri was told to erect his own “official” order merely in order to avoid the constant controversies with the Vicariate in Rome. Without those, the Oratorians would have worked in exactly the same way, without any need of being erected into a public association of the faithful.
In the end, no evil pope will ever manage to prevent Catholics from being such. He will be able to harass them in many ways, but he will never be able to win against Catholicism.
Poor guy. Even on his way to the grave, he seems not to grasp this very simple concept.
But again, I never said he was smart.
This is shocking, but it should be known.
Try this for a start: “Then theres the act of going to the toilet. It takes me about 10 minutes to empty my bladder, it’s extremely slow, painful and because it dribbles no matter how much i relax, it will then just go all over that entire area, leaving me soaken. So after cleaning myself up, I will find moments later that my underwear is wet – no matter how much I wiped, it slowly drips out for the best part of an hour. I never knew at 35 I ran the risk like smelling like piss everywhere I went.”
Quite the picture, isn’t it?
Imagine this madman, who has gone to the extent of self-mutilation in order to try to live his perverted fantasy, now being constantly reminded, in a painful way, that hey: whatever lies he told to himself, he is a male.
I have no sympathy for the guy, at least not for what I know of him. If, one day, he sees the light and denounces the entire madness, then I will see his suffering as a sad consequence of his own former madness. If he does not repent, this guy has “suicide” written all over him, then it is clear that his self-inflicted torment must be, to him, an extremely harsh, continuous rebuke of his entire rebellion to the Natural Order.
It gets worse. Try this:
“Any pleasure I do get comes from the Prostate that was moved forward and wrapped in glands from the penis, meaning anal sex isnt possible and can risk further damage.”
This looks like a parody of a sex-obsessed pervert. It was written by the guy as if anal sex were a normal aspiration. The rest I could, thankfully, not even begin to understand, and please don’t explain it…
“Then theres the dreams. I dream often, that I have both sets of genitals, in the dream I’m distressed I have both, why both I think? I tell myself to wake up because I know its just a dream. And I awaken into a living nightmare”.
Very perceptive guy, this one. Ten years were sufficient to him to discover that he is, literally, living a lie, and a satanic one at that.
If you click on the little sub-comment, you will read the rest. The rest is not for the faint of heart, with Frankenstein-like stuff like a “stump” of the old organ which has to remain, and the “neovagina” which is too small for intercourse (and one can only wonder what kind of degenerate freak would want to have any acquaintance with that).
If you can’t click the link, be informed that the guy is all rainbows and stuff; therefore, no sign of repentance. This is a guy who complains that Dr Frankenstein, who operated him, did not tell him before what kind of results he would have; an absurdity, of course, but people make excuses.
How will this end? My bet is on suicide, as I see all the marks here of Satan’s work: first the luring into perversion, then the obsession, then the self-mutilation, then the punishment, which appear irreversible, and the obvious suggestion to the “patient” that he ends it all, so that he can more surely fall prey of his new eternal master (in whose existence Pervy boy likely does not believe).
Do I wish this guy hell? Of course not. I wish him happiness, in heaven, together with (hopefully) me and many other. But realistically, the odds are atrocious.
Salvation is not a lottery where you live like a degenerate madman and get saved, just because…; or you try all your life to be on the right side of heaven and end up in hell, just because. God’s Grace, and particular the Grace of Graces, is, generally and as a principle, related to some degree of faith, perseverance, and fear of the Lord, imperfect as they might be. It is not imparted randomly and blindly.
We work on our salvation with fear and trembling. We know that we are entirely dependent on God’s grace, and we strive to collaborate with it. We know that we cannot, strictly speaking, merit anything. But we also know that we better try anyway.
All this is lost on our degenerate. He is focused on self-created monstrous problems like a “Willie stump”, a “neo-vagina” thinking it is, well, a garden irrigation instrument, and having (being a male) “morning wood” without the tree…
XXI Century, this is how mad you have become.
I stand with Russia, with Christ, and with sanity.
This is quite bad even for Germans, and I had to do a double take in order to be sure I was not reading the Babylon Bee. But no, it’s official news.
What this tells me is that:
a) a guy can just “come out” as a pervert among the German Franciscans and he will not be kicked out.
b) the fact that guy can be elected to lead all of them tells you all you need to know about the number of German Franciscan who are either homosexuals or perfectly fine with it.
c) the move is happening because the little Fagciscans know that Francis will not do anything about it; in fact, he will likely wholeheartedly approve, albeit not openly.
Nor am I awaiting any reaction from higher echelons within the Order. It is clear that this is pre-approved.
My take: not one penny to the Franciscans more, ever, and the start of the call for their disbandment as an Order.
Francis, the Saint, would be appalled at seeing his order transformed into a gay sauna.
We complain, and rightly so, about the sorry state of Catholicism in the West. We are, understandably, shocked at how much has changed in our lifetime; particularly if, like yours truly, your lifetime is not short and you grew up in a solidly Catholic Country.
It helps, at time, to put things in perspective. Look here, where 172 children have received First Communion. Not in Newcastle or Boston, but in Iraq.
These children are at high risk of suffering violent persecution in their lifetime. They likely know it, at some level, already, and will be fully aware of it by the time they are confirmed.
It is, of course, part and parcel of the deal. Most of us, I think, hope to be spared from persecution, but we are all called to endure whatever comes to us.
I was reflecting on these young souls and the path that stays in front of them, and what truly angered me was not only the persecution, but another unrelated, and utterly disgraced phenomenon.
If these children (now, or at some point in future) get massacred, you can bet your salary that there will be immediate calls to friendliness and solidarity with the religion that had them killed. You can, also, be assured that, prominent among these voices, would be a number of bishops.
Funny world, isn’t it? Knowing that if you get slaughtered together with 20 or 50 of your companions, your very bishops would invite the faithful to close their eyes, would assure the tribe of your murderers that the tribe’s thinking is not the problem, and would happily go on with their godless lives whilst your blood is still fresh on the ground.
After which, said bishops might well start teaching the survivors about Amoris Laetitia, or the dangers of homophobia.
Say, you are the Pope, and a child asks you what it is like, to be the Pope. This is, of course, unscripted.
You would, if you are a decent person, answer with your utter sense of inadequacy, your fear of judgment, your knowing that you are treading on the blood of so many martyrs (hence the red shoes), and your praying God every day that He may help you in the task, up to martyrdom if needs be.
This is no rocket science. It does not require any saintly disposition. It just comes with the job.
Well, not Francis. When he does not have a paper to read that other people gave to him, the man truly shows the inner depths of his dark character.
He launches himself on a “me, myself and I” expedition, where he explains to the surely confused child how much Francis loves himself.
He explains to him that he considered very important to not stop being himself (because he is so good), and not change his personality (which is so kind). His main worry is that he does not become “artificial”. Rey importantly, the guy does not want to “disguise his feelings” (which are so precious).
The guy “tries to be himself”, which is why he succeeds so well in it, albeit not with the results his vainglory expects.
Let us say it once again: this is Francis unscripted, and either entirely unaware or totally uncaring of how his free-wheeling makes him look. It’s quite the spectacle to watch. It’s somewhere between reckless provocation and utter stupidity, though I think it’s, in the end, a mixture of both.
Poor child. He got out of the meeting certainly confused, vaguely knowing – though likely unable to formulate – that the answer he got was not what he expected.
Another little soul confused by Francis.
But hey, always be yourself.
We are truly living in a clown world .
The entire “affair” is something inconceivable, on all possible levels -medical, moral, of pure sanity – only two generations ago.
I live in the UK, and I did not know that – as I evince from the article – there is something like private sperm donors who can go around peddling their sperm like it was cigarettes, or candies. Then, some dyke would read the ad on a social media page for dykes (??!!) and say “yep, I am in need of some sperm. Where do I sign?”
Even more shocking, but certainly not surprising, is that would be dykes aching for motherhood can be actually so stupid they can’t even read what they are signing.
But the top of it all is that the judge ( who looks very much like a lesbian herself) seem to think that the only abnormal person here is the guy, not the lesbians!! The lesbians are vulnerable, because desperate for motherhood, or such like.
It’s like reading of a world of children, where everybody (including the judge) thinks and behaves like a child, and all parties are desperately trying to give some sense to the clown world in which they operate and which they, clearly, wholeheartedly support.
This kind of childish, senseless, utterly mad degeneracy is exactly what we need to extirpate from our societies.
I have the impression that the current conflict will, with the massive kick in the genitals about to happen to the First World Degenerate Globalist Madness, actually work for us.
Because as it is now, it looks like “Fragile X syndrome” is quite the standard among all of them.
It seems to me that, whilst there are always several facets to an event like the conflict in Ukraine, the role of the Social Media has been quite decisive on this particular occasion.
Let us reflect on this: it would be very difficult for the USA to pass a bill meant to give a huge boon to their Military Industrial Complex without the emotional “wave” unchained by Twitter, Facebook and Reddit.
Similarly, it is difficult to believe that even mediocre politicians like the European ones would choose a clearly self-defeating and harming policy like the “sanctions” against Russia, without the strong push to “action” from all the Twitter warriors, the Reddit heroes, and the Facebook generals.
As it is, the wave of oestrogen released by the start of the Special Military Operation has been the catalyst that put this hysterical machine in motion: in Europe, moving (not “forcing”) stupid politicians like Scholz & Co. to do something clearly suicidal in its direction, albeit refusing to go on and actually proceed to commit Economic Suicide, like a sanction package very much akin to castrating oneself to try to spite the wife. At the same time, the US could profit (in part) from the situation (USD 150bn in weapons orders coming only from Germany in the next years, plus the already mentioned package, plus the pushing of a rod in the relationship between Europe and Russia, plus increased sales of energy to Europe in the next years) because Europe’s dumb and weak politicians were too girly to resist the pressure coming from the above mentioned Twitter warriors, Reddit heroes, and Facebook generals.
It’s a toxic loop of stupid people doing what they do best (being stupid) as they signal virtue with their little Ukrainian flags; mediocre and weak European politicians unable to resist the pressure of the Screaming Couch Dwellers; Ukrainian thieving government officials happy to pour fuel into the flames (and money in their own pockets) and US politicians making their generous lobbyists happy as they make more money out of weapons and energy. Yes, little people will suffer in the USA, too, but don’t expect Biden or Pelosi, McConnell or Raytheon to care. Plus, the advantage of seeing a GDP power like the EU quarrel with an energy and military power like Russia, a combination which would be the real nail in the coffin of America’s coveted “only superpower” status, is clearly reward enough from the point of view of the US geopolitical strategy.
The consequences of this for the Ukraine (or rather, what will remain of it) are also totally brutal: the wave of social media hysteria is exactly what allows Elensky and his bunch of colleagues and billionaire protectors to enrich themselves shamelessly out of the bonanza coming from the West, as the Country goes through the Russian meat grinder for far longer than it would have been the case without the armchair generals comfortably inciting the Ukrainian soldiers to utter self-destruction from their properly heated, extremely safe basements.
At the root of the dimensions (not its existence) of this mess, therefore, are the Basement Dwellers. They have decided that the Special Military Operation was to be the new Approved Virtue Signalling Exercise, and they will keep pushing the mess to continue (and the Ukraine to sink in a deeper and deeper hole) until they find a new Approved Virtue Signalling Exercise as the fun of this one rapidly diminishes and reality knocks at their tick skulls with ever increasing insistence, as it is abundantly doing already.
100 days on, and Ukraine is half invaded, half destroyed, completely humiliated, full of debts, and further away from NATO and EU than they ever were. Meanwhile, Russia is more powerful and richer than it ever was and Europe is preparing itself for an inflation and energy crisis entirely of their own making.
The US don’t care, as they are using the Ukraine as a (stupid) pawn to try to destabilise Russia even as they keep their armament donors and their oil companies happy.
The Ukrainian elites are very happy as they enrich themselves beyond their wildest dreams.
The UK can believe again, for a moment, that they really count.
The Ukrainians plunge into a spiral of debt, death, desperation, and destruction.
Meanwhile, the Basement Dweller feel, as always, very good with themselves.
So, after the Evil Clown has decided to lecture us all about this extremely unChristian thing called non-violence, it is good to point out a defining characteristic of our wonderful religion: justified violence. Let us see some aspect of it according of the very first examples that came to my mind.
Jesus was, clearly, not at all non-violent. Making a whip of cords and whipping with it so many merchants/moneylenders SO HARD that they all have to flee in disorderly retreat isn’t exactly Gandhi-like behaviour.
Plus, and very obviously, it’s clear from the Gospel that the Apostles went around armed, and I am talking swords here, not sticks, tasers, or pepper-spray. Therefore, private, one to one violence was very much in the cards for all of them, with Jesus clearly ordering it all.
Heavens, this one should need no explanation at all even to an evil, ignorant ass like Francis. From Joshua to the Crusades, our wonderful Religion (which is the only true one) makes of justified, or necessary war a really big deal. This, not only when the war is necessary for religious reasons, but for any valid reason. Dulce et decorum est pro Patria mori. Military chaplains on both sides. Prayers for individual Arms. Take that, Frankie.
Frankie, get over it: God does genocide. Shall I mention the Flood here, or is it too banal? What about the Universal Judgment (not come yet, but be assured that it will come)? And what about the most famous destruction of “civilians” in all of the Bible, the brutal carpet bombing of Sodom and Gomorrah?
Yes, Frankie dear: any European “human rights” tribunal would condemn all of these episodes, and brand the last one with the terrible, terrible mark of “homophobia”!
So, what does this tell you, Frankie dear? It tells you that, when He has to be and according to His Infinite Goodness, God is armed, violent, and extremely, *extremely* “homophobic”.
If you don’t like it (which you clearly don’t) and want to erge yourself to judge of the Christian way (which you clearly do) I would suggest that you make your apostasy official, abdicate, and go off to some Buddhist temple very, very, very far away, where you will be able to, once in your disgraceful life, practice what you preach.
And now, please, excuse me.
I need to go surf on the “Guns and Ammo” website.
It has been announced that the Evil Clown – unfortunately not having died of cancer as sincerely hoped by Yours Truly – will proceed to appoint another batch of mostly very bad people to a red hat.
It is noted that the number of Cardinals will, at today’s count and with the latest addition, rise to 131, well above the 120 that are, so to speak, the guideline. It is hoped this will be the last Consistory of this satanical individual.
With the new batch of likely Reprobates, Francis will have appointed the vast majority of the group of Cardinals called to pick his successor (note the word: the Cardinals, not the Holy Ghost, pick the Pope).
This one is clearly one of those situations that seem hopeless. It would, likely, be so if we were one of those Protestant outfits who, once they have sold to the world, are past the point of no return and go the way of the Quackers. But we aren’t the Quackers. We are the Only Church. And the Only Church is, as we all know, Indefectible.
Francis may think that he has managed to sabotage the Church forever. If he does so, it is only because he is a) atheist and b) stupid. The Church will laugh at this little, arrogant scoundrel and will see him pass, turn to ashes and be forgotten as She has done with countless evils of the past 2000 years.
Granted, a pope at war with the Church is a special kind of evil. But then again – and, I think, the key to understanding these years – Vatican II and its aftermath were a special kind of rebellion.
The unprecedented subversion of the Church from within must perforce lead to an unprecedented corrosion and disfigurement of the Church also from within, then it is not realistic to expect that God would allow his shepherds and an awful lot of sheep to try the bittersweet taste of rebellion without forcing the consequences of this down their throats, and down the throats of their children, to who know how many generations (hopefully we will stop at two…)
V II is the key to the proper understanding of this situation. If you are struggling to grasp what is happening now, it means that you have not grasped the subversive reach of V II.
How to get out of this? Not with the usual, natural means. At this point, the rot is so advanced that to think that the bunch of perverts in the power of other perverts and the motley crew of assorted tepid sheep, atheist functionaries and wet kitten may come to the idea of actually appointing a Catholic pope seems preposterous. No: as long as they are left to themselves, this bunch of reprobates will pick a Francis II, then a Francis III, and so on until God’s Providence puts an end to this mess.
In a way, what is happening is another lesson in Catholicism. It is not the invitation to accept the lie, but the invitation to hold fast to the truths transmitted to us as we put ourselves in God’s hands.
I have no illusion that the end of this mess will come before my grave. It might well be that the mess will go on for another one, two, three generations, or for how many of those as God in His Justice will deem fitting punishment for a betrayal without precedent.
But then again: God can do everything, and we have many examples of wonderful turnarounds. It was not many years from Diocletian’s persecution to Constantine’s Edict of Milan. Napoleon made the persecuted Church to State Religion overnight. Mussolini metamorphosed from an activist atheist to “the man of Providence” within just a few years.
Yeah, the God of Surprises can everything, and judges everyone.
I think Francis will have a taste of the one and of the other as soon as he, hopefully today, ends his miserable existence.
Once again, a mad person* has gone into a school and has killed a number of people before (far too late) the police sent them* to their* judgment. Once again, the Woke Troops are losing whatever senses they still retained. Once again, the Democrat Babykilling, perverted apparatus is screaming as loud as they come.
Once again, most people forget one simple fact: this mad person*, like many before him, choose to enter a school and to end their* earthly existence there because schools are gun-free zones.
Nothing could be further from the truth than saying that this massacre happened because there were guns around. In fact, it happened because there weren’t. It could have been a cinema, for example. But generally, it’s a school. School seem to provide plenty of unprotected prey. Nutcases in the mood for a bloodbath followed by suicide-by-cop seem to like the location.
I have, after this tragedy, no concern at all for the Second Amendment. However, it seems to me that the argument I have made above should be made forcefully, particularly in cases like this one.
If every teacher who chooses to do so were able to simply bring his gun at work (and I would, in my kindness, add training, ammo and gun money to a reasonable extent) we would not assist, at least in the vast majority of the cases, to school assaults. Suicidal Nutcase would know that there are armed people inside, possibly well trained, and willing to risk their life to take her* down fast.
It’s as simple as that, really: stop making of school the destination of choice of homicidal mad people*.
Mad persons* aren’t very many, and they should be in the madhouse in the first place. But if everything fails, it could just be a cheap Glock that puts an end to their dreams of going down in a lake of innocent blood.
Schools need gun, not woke idiots.
* see what I am doing here?
This made my head spin.
Pope Benedict, always the naive tool of everybody and his cat, has an apparently homosexual secretary. His name is Clemens. He is made Bishop. We will call him Bishop Lavender.
Bishop Lavender remains is a position of influence (I wonder why?) with Francis.
A guy so suspected of being a homo, that Lifesitenews publish their suspicion quite openly and obviously without fear of consequences was in charge of (how could I not think of this?) organising “world youth” meetings with plenty of prey. It seriously looks like something you would see in a parody movie about the Vatican.
Francis sends this guy to (wait for this) investigate homosexual sexual abuse scandals in a faraway Abbey in Austria.
The guy in charge of the Abbey, and his Provost for 25 years, appears never to have noticed anything. Basically, “professionally deaf”.
A first guy accused of abusing boys was sent away quietly to a place where he still became a priest and went on to commit abuse. At this point, not even a Benedict-like level of naïveté (or conscious desire to shut his eyes) can justify him. In charge for 25 years.. In fact, the Provost likely helped the young pervert to save his backside and find a suitable place. Damn. Should be locked in a dark cell for the rest of his life. Did he? You’ll soon find out!
It goes on. Eminent Professor Roehrig, apparently a very learned TurboFag who was very strong in the abbey, was such a notorious degenerate that he had to be rebuked loudly, strongly, in front of everybody. Nobody seems to have thought of escalating, even anonymously, for years, which is how you get a reputation as “the greatest child molester in lower Austria” and stay out of jail.
If you think this is enough, you are wrong. How did Bishop Lavender’s investigation end? Predictably, with some small slap on the wrist and a very keen desire to shut down everything and “move on”.
In addition, Bishop Levender finds it appropriate to quote Dr TurboFag, evidently a leading light among perverted clergy.
It’s not only the coverage that is a scandal. It’s the arrogance coming from the certainty of impunity.
This is our beloved, indefectible Church in the early XXI Century. We are still loyal to her, of course. We will always be. But boy, this truly is beyond the pale.
We need another St Peter Damian, fast.
In the matter of the Ukrainian special military operation, we assisted yesterday in Davos to a quite funny spectacle. Bear in mind that this was, generally speaking, quite a rotten band, the very epitome of globalism and a hotbed of great reset hopes.
Mr Elenski, the new Cartoon Superhero and Clown Extraordinaire, really piddled outside of the pot. In a likely cocaine-fuelled, demand-rich, extremely arrogant video appearance, he said that the Ukraine: 1) must receive every weapon they ask (how does the West dare to give him only one part of his requests!) and 2) must also give the Ukraine 5 billions dollar a month, because hey, cocaine is getting more expensive by the day. Not happy about this, he also lectured the presents about the sanctions to Russia (yes, the ones that are seriously hurting common people and all of the European Countries), stating that they should have been applied last year.
Seriously: the guy needs a new brain, a new nose, and a hard rehab.
Mr Kissinger (yes, he is still alive!) also spoke. Being an old fox, Kissinger knew better than to say that the Ukraine is done. Therefore, he put his message in very flowery words, pretending that victory over Russia might, in theory, be possible, but then suggesting that the Ukraine gives up, cedes territories and remains neutral, clearly proposing a much worse situation than before the special military operation, just to make clear to anyone slow of understanding where he thinks things are (clearly) going.
Meanwhile, Liman and Severodonetsk are both under heavy pressure, the first might be half conquered already (I’ll know more by tomorrow, BBC and CNN readers/viewers by next week…) and the second will not be able to resist for very long. The dismantling of the Ukrainian Army will be slow, methodical, very painful, and irreplaceable. When you lose your best soldiers, no amount of sophisticated weapons can compensate for the absence of well-trained, battle-hardened troops.
It is clear here that the two speakers yesterday embodied a battle between cocaine and reality.
Alas, reality always win.
Ah, Saint Bernardino of Siena!
This fearless Saint is still very well known in Italy. A bit like a household name. Not many know the details about him, but everybody has heard his name!
Francis too, methinks?
You see, Bernardino (or Bernadine as I think some would say in English) was very good at doing exactly that stuff that Francis lurvs!
The guy met sinners where they were at*. He would preach, for example, in the middle of Piazza del Campo in Siena, exactly where all those sinners congregated! So accessible, so down-to-earth! A cura villero ante litteram! How pleased must our Pontiff be with him!
And then, then….
… when the people had gathered….
… the saintly man would….
… in his charity….
thunder against sodomy like there is no tomorrow!
He would advocate for a strict enforcement of sodomy laws. He would advocate for the execution of public, unrepentant sodomites! He was, actually, so good at that, so passionate, so full of zeal for Christ, that he managed to enflame the audience with a sacred desire to see the laws (both of man and of Christ) enforced and this scourge, as far as possible, eradicated!
Blessed enthusiasm! God-given zeal! Is it a surprise that Bernardino is remembered as a great Saint, his fame in Siena only surpassed (possibly) by the great Saint Catherine?
The great man did not sit in his ivory tower. He did not spend his days and night closed in a room, lost in studying, writing, or contemplation. Such a guy would, certainly, not suit Francis.
No, Bernardino was the active guy, the guy who “accompanies” the sinner, who moves and lives right in the middle of the sheep! Francis must be a great fan of his, surely?
Surely… ? ….
Oh well, never mind….
* I find that final “at” very questionable grammatically. I suspect the influence of some Protected Minority in this. But this is the language our clergy uses…
Somewhere on YouTube there is one of those torrential, never-ending, collective-stream-of-consciousness videos where a priest, a Father Murray, talks about (or at least I hope so) a bunch of stuff, among which the issue of being nice to the clergy who are betraying us.
I do not know Father Murray and, as far as I am concerned, he could even be, on the whole, Catholic. In fact, next time there is a video of him that does not require one to be an extremely bored pensioner without any hobby, I might even listen to him.
Still, it seems to me that, on this occasion at least, said Father has fallen in the usual trap of the Anglo-Saxon XXI Century: the niceness Ueber alles one.
Father Murray accuses Canon212 of making titles using words like “Thugcardinal ”. This is, in his eyes, bad. The way I understand it, Father thinks that, if there is a disagreement, one should express it in a polite way.
It seems to me that Father has his priorities upside down. First comes the message. Niceness is, in the end, merely a nice-to-have, a disposable instrument.
It is my opinion – and, evidently, not only mine – that in front of the treason of our clergy, niceness is not fit for purpose. Niceness is all fine if we are discussing, with mutual respect, about our disagreement on, say, when is pasta al dente, how to deal with Elenski, or how much Erdogan will want to pave the way for Finland’s and Sweden’s NATO membership.
Alas, niceness becomes totally inadequate when a much stronger message must be conveyed, like the one of the treason of our clergy. In this situation, a Thugcardinal (see what I am doing here?) has the advantage that the sheep, whom he purposely left uneducated about their religion, would tend to naturally believe that the man is, actually, “talking Catholic”, unless a strong impression is made on him that this is not the case.
We don’t live in normal times. We can’t afford the usual ways of polite discourse. The scale of the attack on the Catholic faith perpetrated by Her own Bishops and Cardinals requires an answer that is commensurate to the attack and, in fact, forces the reader to question the “catholicity” of these Judases.
It’s not about disagreements, Father.
It’s about the most egregious betrayal, from the most insidious positions inside the Church.
When this happens, Christ comes first, and niceness be damned.
This guy really is a threat to my health, as there are moments (like, you know, one minute ago) where he causes such an adrenaline spike that I think my lever is cussing at me as I write this.
It appears that, yesterday, the Evil Clown had a message for the Day of the Illegal Immigrant Scrounger, or something of the sort. He profited from the occasion to show us, once again, how much he despises the Church.
Frankie is, it appears, persuaded that – fasten your seat belts – other religions are an immense opportunity for our spiritual growth.
Read it again and understand what the statement means: Christianity is insufficient and gravely deficient for our spiritual growth. Christ gave us an amputated, underdeveloped spirituality, which, in itself, can never “accompany you” on your way to “spiritual growth “. However, you still have the immense opportunity of the “spirituality” of infidels.
If I thought the guy was drunk, or demented, or at least extremely stupid, I would be less enraged. But no, Francis isn’t as dumb that he can believe this stuff. He hates and despises the Church and tries to undermine it every time he open that darn, satanic mouth of his.
Sadly, we are now more than nine months after the much discussed operation, and there is no sign of a fast approaching departure of this guy towards his, very likely atrocious, “reward”.
I will tell you what I’ll do.
I will enjoy this beautiful morning, and the Friday. I will try to pray more and more fervently. I will ask the Lord to free us from this scourge.
And I will go on with my life knowing that God will not be mocked, and this guy will be made to pay for his immense insolence.
If you follow the real situation on the ground rather than the fantasies of the Western media, you know that the situation for the Ukrainian Armed Forces is dire already, and it will become catastrophic in the months to come (unless, of course, their front collapses first).
In the Donbas, the Ukrainian troops have been split in two. More in the East, and in brutal contact with the Donbas militias, you have the positions in Severodonetsk and Lysychansk. Heavily fortified with NATO money in the last eight years, these positions are being demolished piece by piece by the vastly superior, devastatingly effective Russian artillery; this happens slowly and methodically in order to minimise Russian/Allied casualties. The Ukrainian soldiers here should be at least 8,000, likely 10,000, possibly more.
More to the West (in what appears to be a much bigger, second line of defence) there is a vast concentration of troops in the agglomeration of Kramatorsk and Slaviansk, not directly in contact with the front. They are being attacked relentlessly from the air and, I think, from long-range artillery (the Russians can shell you from 30 miles away). They aren’t, for now, in the same dire situation as the troops in Severodonetsk, but they know they are next in line. They are likely 35000 or more. When they fall, the Ukrainian Army has lost an arm.
It appears that the Ukrainian soldiers in these two pockets are among the best troops the Ukraine Armed Forces have to offer (or to sacrifice). It appears also that the fanatical, Nazi element among them is less prevalent than it was (notice the past tense) the case in Mariupol. It is not unreasonable to assume that they will fight like brave soldiers and then, when they see no realistic way out, surrender.
The latter is, of course, not the wish of the Ukrainian Government and of their masters in Washington (I don’t consider London; they are merely a cute Yorkshire Terrier trying to appear angry at the Russian Bear). They want their soldiers to fight to the bitter end, just as Hitler wanted his troops in Stalingrad to do.
What are their motivations?
The official American intent is clear: use the Ukraine to try to wear down, possibly destabilise, and, if luck helps, bring “regime change” in Russia. They are ready to do the paying as long as the Ukrainians do the dying. They will also not pay so terribly much, as the puppies of the EU will likely pick a substantial part of the tab.
The Ukrainians have, in fact, no interest at all in this announced massacre. The idea that they can lose their best troops and keep the fight going thanks to huge arms deliveries is stupid, and they know it. Once their long-trained, NATO-hardened fighting troops are dead or prisoners, they only have young boys and fat forty-somethings with beer bellies, both of them with no idea how to fight, no possibility to get a halfway acceptable training, and very little intention of being sent to the slaughterhouse so that Uncle Sam can conduct a real-life test of the Bear’s resolve, military tactics, and technical capabilities.
Still, it seems to me that there is an absolutely important aspect of this conflict that I don’t hear mentioned anywhere near enough: the bonanza coming the way of one of the most corrupt Countries on earth.
The $40bn now about to be “sent” to the Ukraine (it’s not really like that: it’s for the replacement with modern weapons of the old ones Uncle Sam sends to the Slaughterhouse) are not only four time the cost of the Wall, for which money was so difficult to find. They are, more to the point of this post, a once-in-a-century opportunity for enrichment for the higher echelons of the Ukrainian military and Government. With all those weapons coming in, with eager buyers anywhere from Palestine to Afghanistan to Africa and to Central America, the Ukraine is about to become the biggest arms exporter of the planet, procuring untold riches to a very limited amount of people even as their soldiers are cut to pieces in their trenches.
And talking of Ukrainian corruption: who has a good familiarity with how the “system” in the Ukraine works? Who has the contacts with the intermediaries, and the access to the power brokers, over there?
Yep, you got it right: Hunter Biden.
“Ten percent for the big guy”, again?
This is something that I don’t do often.
I just don’t like talking about my private life.
But there is a confession that I have to get rid of. Something that keeps putting me more and more at variance with this side of the Planet. Something that, I think, my readers have the right to know. And here it is….
I have no “gay” friends.
Not even a suspicion.
And you know why? Because perverts disgust me.
I have a normally functioning brain. I have the hormones, thinking processes, and view of the world which normal people have. Therefore, I am disgusted by those people and their lurid practices.
Before it being Christianity, it is just decency. It is normality. It is a brain and an organism functioning exactly as they should!
Even if I were Agnostic, or – quod Deus avertat! – Atheist, I would think and behave exactly in the same way. Atheism does not, it itself, perverts one’s brain into thinking that that filth is normal. In fact, on the matter there was a remarkable uniformity of mind, in Italy when I was growing up, irrespective of the political ideas (of which we had an extremely bright spectrum).
The problem began when too many minds, deprived of solid Catholic education, started to blame themselves for their own feeling of disgust, also noticing that this is an issue which, well, can cause you to lose friends or having to go through some tough conversations. But mainly, it’s the fact that the brainwashing of our society tells people that their instincts are wrong, and they should be ashamed of them.
Against this, the Church does almost nothing. It’s not only the – not unlikely perverted – Evil Clown himself. It’s the hundreds, thousands of Bishops clearly not allowing good and faithful priests to talk frankly about the matter.
It is about time that we reclaim the right to be normal, and stop apologising for not being, and not liking, a pervert.
Some judgmental opinion for you, right there.
You are welcome.
The most atrocious of fake UK non-Catholic “c”atholic magazines has aired its views about how, in their own estimation, the laity of the Church in the UK looks at the way the Church deals with perverts. The rag the opinion that, always according to fake Catholics, the Church is judgmental and condemning.
No shit, Sherlock!
At Her very core, the Church is to do with judgment. This is, in fact, the reason why the Church exist in the first place. It’s called the Barque because it is there to help the faithful not to drown. To criticise the Church for being judgmental is to criticise her for the crime of existing. To blame her for being condemning is to demand that She makes the work of Satan.
How rotten this “catholic laity” is, is already seen by the fact that, if you listen to them, the Church is undermining her very own legitimacy for the very act of doing Her job.
This is, basically, perverts and their friends stating that they question the legitimacy of a Church daring to be the Church. Let that sink in, and reflect on what it says of these people.
Go right on, you bunch of deviants. Go away from the Church and make your own non-judgmental sect, or else join the army of dying, mickey-mouse sects already crowding the fake Christian space: Presbyterians, so-called CoE, Quackers (a couple of dozen still exist somewhere), non-denominational sects, or the like!
Go where you won’t be judged. Disappear in PC, inclusive, sodomy-affirming, trannie-encouraging cuckoo land. But don’t keep polluting the Bride of Christ with your perverted, truly judgmental, truly God-defying, thinking.
And oh, I forgot….
You will be judged anyway.
When it is too late.
But he shall say, I tell you, I know you not whence ye are; depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.Luke 13:27
These words, which probably every child knows who has been to catechism, are, very obviously, unknown to that evil piece of work sadly known as Pope Francis.
Francis is, as you might know by now, trying to justify Father Georgina in the quite disquieting predilection of the latter – and I this point I would say, likely of the former, too – for homosexual “pastoral activity”, which indicates faggotry as nothing else on the planet does.
What does, then, Francis do to justify Father Georgina’s very obvious homo obsession? He completely forgets Christianity, and, after having created a new religion of faggolatry, proceeds to announce the novel to the world. Apparently, in Francis’ nuReligion God does not disown His children.
Well, you dumb clown: he actually does. Big time.
There are no stronger words of disowning than the ones I have quoted above. They are so brutal, so clear-cut in their meaning, that nobody even remotely acquainted with Christianity can doubt what they mean.
God does disown some (likely very many) of His children, and sexual perversion is a clear sign of reprobation.
Nor should it be said that, as Frankie The Clown could be considered to be talking of the perversion (which, in itself, is not a sin), his words should be put in the “context”. No. On the contrary. By saying that God does not disown any of his children, this Evil Clown is positively encouraging homos to go down the path of their filthy perversion.
Notice, too, that the guy finds not one single word to, at the very least, condemn the perversion. Which is strange, as the questions to him were put by a guy who makes Liberace look like Clint Eastwood in his prime.
This guy really has Satan in his every pore.
He will die in God’s good time.
I suspect that, on that day, he will know what being disown by God is.
Every now and then, life surprises you, big time.
For example, there is a guy known all over the planet for having an impressive ability to say something wrong, or stupid, or outright heretical every time he open his mouth, which is far too often.
Still, this guy has recently managed to say something that, in fact, makes perfect sense: if you go on poking the bear, don’t be surprised if the bear attacks you.
Broken clocks come to mind.
The particular bear our broken clock is talking about has been constantly poked for the last thirty years; but it was, at the beginning, a weak, fat, incapable, actually drunk bear, and it could not do much to prevent the poking.
In time, the bear got stronger, and more assured of his now growing ability to react to bullying, harassment, and encirclement. 2007 came, and the bear, for the first time, let the world know, from a wonderful city called Munich, that the time of the poking had now come to an end.
The warning was not heeded, because the bear was thought to have the attributes of a kitten. Soon later, in 2008, the bear roared, and the world should, at that point, have paid attention.
But the world – or, better said, those who have appointed themselves its Only True Anointed Representatives – did not listen, and kept poking. When, in 2014, the poking took the form of a shameless, open coup d’etat against the bear’s extremely strategic neighbour, the Bear reacted fairly strongly, sending an unmistakeable signal that, unless the poking goes to an end, someone will get seriously hurt. As a result, the Little Friends of the bear were systematically targeted. Fourteen thousand of them were killed in 8 years. The bear was very, very angry.
You would think, at this point, the Only True Anointed Representatives would listen. They did not. Instead, they started to train an attack dog to harass and intimidate the bear.
The attack dog was vicious, but quite dumb. He had grievances against the Bear, and it was whispered in his ear that, if he kept harassing the bear, the Only True Anointed Representatives would appoint him Very Important Dog, line his dog house with fine paper and, in general, allow him to eat classy dog food forever. Vicious Attack Dog also loved the Svastika, but this was conveniently ignored.
Being dumb, Vicious Attack Dog did not understand that it was being merely used by the Only True Appointed Representatives: if he kept the bear intimidated and silent, so much the better. If not, the expendable dog would be torn to pieces, hopefully after inflicting mortal or, at least, serious wounds to the Bear. This would only cost, to said OTAR, dog training and dog food. The massacring would be, instead, suffered by Vicious Attack Dog.
And this is, my dear friends, exactly how it went, with Vicious Attack Dog currently being literally torn to pieces, whilst the OTAR incite him to keep fighting until total annihilation and physical dismemberment.
This is, meanwhile, so evident, that even broken clocks manage to indicate it.
He was standing at the entrance of the grocery store, in front of one of those little tables offer free sample of some new product. He had a very robust, squarely built body. His broad shoulders, his thick arms, and his trunk like legs screamed a primeval message: this guy is built for battle.
He wore a red dress.
I mean by that a proper, certified authentic, woman’s dress. The dress was, also, well above the knee, ruthlessly revealing the rugby player physique of the guy. It was something either made to measure, or from a shop for obese old women, as the guy’s trunk was, actually, massive.
He was talking with the poor lady at the stand, desperately looking for approval, acceptance, or some form or normality. Sadly, if you are a mad guy trying to transform yourself into a cross between a freak of nature and a circus joke, the only acceptance for you should be, for your own good, in the madhouse.
Meanwhile, the poor woman was trying to talk to him in as normal as possible a way, full knowing that any indication of hilarity in her face would have spelled trouble. Poor woman.
This is now, officially, another job I could never have, or keep for long.
The guy exacted from the poor lady the tribute he was expecting, and then proceeded to walk inside the big grocery store. I could, by this time, see that he was carrying a heavy makeup. He looked the way a tranny prostitute would have looked in the Italian movie Gomorra, an extremely crude representation of the worst and most criminality ridden places – and people – in Italy.
The freak show proceeded to move on inside the store and pretend he was interested in the salads – in reality, I think, desperately trying to be noticed by the patrons of the establishment, and fancying someone was seeing him as a woman -, and I proceeded to move away from that store section, the sensation of disgust and satanic influence now clearly prevailing over the initial amusement at the ticket-free circus freak. It ended there, and I hope the guy does not cross my path again, ever.
If memory serves, what I was looking at was a walking, talking, 80% suicide probability. A tragic reality produced by the toxic combination of the madness of these people and the madness of those encouraging them.
Nowadays, people love to sacrifice at the altar of niceness and political correctness. But they don’t sacrifice lambs. They sacrifice deranged perverts, even more culpable than they are, then their madness is the fruit of a willed self-deception, espoused and fed upon until Satan gets his prize. Satan is, if he is allowed, the only winner in this game. Funnily enough, even he is said to be utterly disgusted by these people.
Go away, buddy, and try never to cross my path again, then your show is one that attracts attention (like a car crash, or a bearded woman) only for a very limited time.
I wish you salvation. But my pint is on the other outcome.
The entire liberal world is in turmoil because of the now impending purchase of Twitter by Elon Musk.
If there was need of a confirmation, this is it: Elon Musk is on our side in one of the most important issues of our time: freedom of expression and the way social media are trying to influence minds and, in fact, world events on a planetary scale.
The issue is not only one of freedom of speech. It is, very obviously, one of religious freedom. When more and more Christian voices are censored as “homophobic”, and kept out of the biggest “distributors” of news links on the planet, it is obvious that Christianity is being slowly marginalised, which will make it easier to switch to outright persecution.
Now, Musk is certainly not perfect, nor is he a paradigm of Christian life. But it is evident enough by now that he cares for freedom of expression deeply. This development is very, very good.
Plus, Truth Social is (slowly) trying to leave the starting blocks, with the legal and technical process now being (slowly) worked through. When Truth Social works as it is intended to work (social media, streaming, TV productions and, one day, internet hosting), it will constitute another massive help for Christianity and, in general, for wholesome thinking all over the West.
Yesterday it was a good day for us, more so than many think. It may well be remembered as the day Elon Musk, acting at “Tesla speed” (yes, it’s a word) and anticipating even Trump, gave the first massive blow to the liberal, globalist, anti-Christian, Great Reset mentality trying to poison the planet.
Congratulations, Mr Musk. May the newly acquired power be utilised for good, and may the Lord prevent you from the temptation of abusing it.
I have always been of the opinion that people who believe in God are less obsessed about life risks than people who don’t.
If one thinks that there is nothing after this life, life will be absolutely everything he has. This will often lead to an unhealthy obsession with one’s own life, and with everything even vaguely threatening to end it.
This is, I think, one of the reasons why so many common people are obsessed with the vaccination. The idea of saying to oneself “live healthily, trust in God’s Providence, and don’t take part in mass scale medical experiments” is just not there. The sheep see life differently, because they see death differently.
This is, also, one of the reasons – another is, obviously, corruption at the hands of big pharma; a third is, also obviously, their desire to regiment and control you – why leftist politicians are such great fans of the entire exercise, including Nazi-style compulsion of the most absurd rules. This couf stuff has showed that, with great accuracy, one can predict one’s stance about the vaxx just by knowing the religious outlook.
It was, therefore, no surprise to me to read that the Vatican has decided to be even more fussy than the Italian government, making explicitly clear that their repressive measure will stay in place until the end of April. A place run by an obvious Atheist, the Vatican is just the kind of place which would insist on obsessive, repressive measures meant to control their sheep and shape them to… total sheepishness. Plus, the virtue signalling, always so present in those who, having made of themselves their own god, wish to sacrifice at the altar of themselves.
In the end, you see, everything is meant for them to have power on you and look good in the process. They don’t really believe their rubbish themselves.
Yesterday Orban, an old man, met with Francis, an even older man.
Neither was wearing a mask.
A short survey of the English media this morning will give you an utterly shocking picture of the degree of not only bias, but utter, shameless propaganda that, by now, pervades the free press of a still democratic country.
Let me assure you that this is not due to government coercion. The UK is no Ukraine, and it still has opposition parties and media free to publish what they want. One needs, therefore, to look for the reasons for this utter degradation elsewhere.
I think that the explanation can be given with only one word:
Once upon a time, the information sources were limited and their income largely assured. An army of subscribers and an even bigger army of affectionate readers ensured that the media outlets could ensure a degree of professionalism without jeopardising their operations. Again, the readers’ options were numbered, and if you abandoned the Daily Telegraph, or the Daily Mirror, there was really no suitable alternative to that particular “brand”.
It is all radically different now. Not only does every reader know a number of alternative sources; he knows that he can find half a dozen more with just a little research.
Then there is the cancer of our time, social media. A vast percentage of news articles are now read by clicking the links posted on Facebook and Twitter. This means that unless you are vastly represented, and the links to your articles are constantly posted, there, you are going exactly nowhere.
This is how clickwhoring is born. When something is in everybody’s mind (say: Ukraine) going against the prevalent narrative will be click suicide for every big outlet. Every reader of, say, publication XYZ will immediately ditch them in disgust and accurately avoid every link to their videos and articles if he gets angered by simple things like, say, the truth.
We see this with the Special Military Operation in the Ukraine very clearly. The mention of simple facts of life, like:
Russia will win this war, because they will do whatever it takes to win it.
Ukraine has suffered heavy losses .
Ukraine has been bombing the Donbas on and off for 8 years, killing 14,000 civilians.
Ukraine is heavily influenced by NeoNazi groups both in the government and in the army.
Russia has achieved air superiority on day one .
The Ukrainian Donbas army is encircled, cut off from fuel and ammo deliveries, and being shot at
Mariopol has been taken by the Russians ten days ago
The poor devils (or poor bastards) in the Azovstal factory have 0 chance of winning. …
will cause the emotionally very involved, often woke Twitter and Facebook readers to immediately cancel and boycott the entire outlet. This, in turn, will cause the number of links posted on Twitter and Facebook to go down drastically. The clicks will collapse and, with them, the revenues.
No traditional media outlet, with his army of journalists, administrators, support staff, HR, perhaps even equality scroungers, and expensive rents to pay can afford that. Their business model will force them to beg for clicks every morning, actually every moment.
The quality information now resides elsewhere, in the army of competent observers, sitting in their own living room with a camera and a laptop, knowing full well that quality will always be enough to make them thrive, because the atomisation of the media market makes the attainment of the micro niche they want all but assured, given constant quality and sufficient patience.
This perfectly explains the phenomenon of, say, military “experts” on CNN – carefully chosen among those looking for government contracts and cable channels money – assuring us how badly Russia is doing, and military observers without interest in licking big media’s boots (like Ridley, or Macgregor) actually telling us how things really are, from their own living room, with the cat walking around.
This is where we are. I think it will only end when enough people understand that social media are not helping them to know facts, but to create for them the bubble they desire.
Clickwhoring is the symptom.
Twitter and Facebook are the real disease.