The Commie Cardinal, His Homo “Close Friend” And The Merciful Protector Of Commies, Perverts And Thieves

Cardinal Maricadiaga.... No, wait...


Cardinal Maradiaga is, apparently, not having a gay old time as accusations of personal enrichment have reached him even as his “close friend” auxiliary bishop is accused not only of being inverted, but of having given Church money to his “intimate friend”, or friends as the case might well be. Link on Gloria TV.

One wonders how could Matadiaga not know of the gravely depraved tendencies of his “close friend”. One wonders also, if you allow me the thought, about how close this close friend is to the Commie Cardinal. One can also not avoid thinking that the inverted bishops might know things about his Cardinals that should rather remain in the closet.

Let our be yeah be yeah here: if a Cardinal has a close bishop friends that turns out to be a homo, it is perfectly legitimate – nay, it is sane – to suspect that: a) the Cardinal might be a homo or even an active sodomite, and/or b) that the “close” friend is an agent of the homo Mafia who can avoid being kicked out because he knows compromising facts about the Cardinal.

Maradiaga has, today, resigned, certainly in the previous knowledge that the Evil Clown would refuse to accept his resignation. But if he thinks that this is the end of his troubles, he is very badly advised.

What, therefore, do we have? Cardinal is a potential thief, his close friend and auxiliary bishop appears to be a homo, and the homo also appears to use Church money to… you imagine that very well.

Francis, the Merciful Protector Of Commies, Thieves, and Perverts, has come to the rescue for as long as he can.

I can't even manage to be angry, as the Evil Clown has now shot himself in the foot once again.

I Can't wait for the guy berating us again, starting from tomorrow, for being decent Catholics.




Will This Endless, Pathetic Meowing Ever Stop?

I could not trust my eyes as I first saw that Cardinal Brandmueller has given another interview about the Dubia.

Seriously, can you believe this guy?

I have not paid the man the compliment of reading further once I realised what the Cardinal has not done: officially correct the Pope and demand that he retracts or faces the call for a council meant to depose him. But I have perused the article in order to be sure that the correction is not contained therein. I intend to treat every future interview from either him or the other still living kitten in exactly the same way. It's more attention that they deserve.

At this point, it seems fair to me to say that Cardinal Brandmueller is quite happy with his actual position: trying to pose as the orthodox guy and trying to live the rest of his life getting as much press exposure as he can out of his ridiculous, unanswered, half-baked attempt at orthodoxy, even as he has no intention of doing the only thing that would justify him approaching a journalist. He is, truly, like the man who wetted his lips and never whistled, but wants to be praised for his whistling courage anyway.

This behaviour is extremely vain. Vain and shameless. Vain, shameless, and utterly inexcusable.

The Cardinal should, once it is clear that even at his age he is too cowardly to really do anything, at least have the decency to shut the Francis up and live the probably short rest of his life in shame, rather than seeking publicity as if he was a star of conservative Catholicism or even a halfway decent Prelate.

Such a cowardice, and such a vanity, and at such age.

Really, it is no surprise that this disgraceful V II generation has led us to utter chaos.



How The Times Have Changed!

Only one is Catholic...

Two days ago I wrote a blog post stating, without any evocation, that I wish to see Francis dead in 2018. Resigned if needs be. But ideally, dead. Not – it is worth repeating this – because of personal animosity against the man, but because of the evil he is inflicting on the Bride of Christ, and the sustained spitting in the face of the Bridegroom his papacy daily represents.

Only two years ago, such a post would have been followed by a handful of angry comments about my lack of charity, the sweet Peter on earth and such like rubbish. Mind, I would have deleted the comments, but they would have been there in the first place.

This time, nothing. After two full days.

Your humble correspondent draws from this the rather linear conclusion that this papacy has now become such an obvious disgrace, such a permanent threat to Catholic orthodoxy, that the number of those who recoil at the idea of wishing the death of the Evil Clown is dwindling rapidly as his work of destruction becomes evident to the most obdurate Pollyannas around.

By the by, I also notice that for months now I do not recall receiving one single comment stating that Francis is well-intentioned but badly advised, or surrounded by wolves, or suck like nonsense.

This Pope is so stupid, and at the same time such an enemy of the Church, that he is possibly unwilling to see that he has gone too far, and made his relentless attacks on Catholicism so transparent, so evident as to deny their very aim: the deception of the faithful.

Still, the dumbass is so stubborn, and so childish, that he cannot refrain from his constant heretical propaganda. He truly seems a child continuing his tantrums out of sheer spite, and to show to himself that he can (he has, in fact, very weak parents; or bishops as the case may be).

When there is nothing to keep a spoiled brat in check there will be a lot of noise, confusion, and broken toys. But every protestation of the parents notwithstanding – that the child is merely “vivacious”, or “strong-willed” – everyone around clearly understands that this is a spoiled brat, and a stupid child, not kept in check by his weak, disgraceful parents.

Let me say it once again: this man has gone so far in his War on Catholicism that I am rather ready to run the risk of a Tagle or Schoenborn becoming Pope than having this old, lewd ass further defacing Holy Mother Church.

I seem to remember that Winston Churchill once made a joke to friend, at a funeral, reflecting that it is never those whom we wish dead who die.

But then again, at times he must have had his wish, must he not?





The Three Bisops’ Statement: More Than Meowing, Less Than It Is Needed

Update: 2 further Bishops have joined the original three



Three Bishops, from very remote parts of the Christian world, have published an official declaration of allegiance to the Depositum Fidei and condemnation of novelties, even if proposed or supported from the very top. There is a clear, but implicit criticism of the Pope. I cannot post the links now but they are everywhere.

My enthusiasm is somewhat limited, but this is certainly a positive development anyway. We now have three bishops instead of one openly and solemnly criticising AL's fake theology.

Three Bishops and four two Cardinals over the entire Catholic world, with many others certainly choosing to shut up out of pure cowardice.

None of them, mind, calls the Pope a heretic. None demand that he recants or resigns or is deposed by a Council. Francis is implicitly criticised (by the Bishops; the Cardinals haven't gone beyond “doubting” as far as official pronouncements are concerned), but not in the least openly challenged. No one even openly accuses him of willingly spreading heretical, and be it that materially heretical, statements. Saying that something is wrong without addressing what this logically entails is like the doctor telling the patient what his body is doing, but stopping short of informing said patient that he has cancer.

The laity remains firmly in front in the battle against this Papacy. The bishops remain largely, with few exceptions, silent. Most Cardinals are also silent, with the faint echo of a timid meowing here and there.

Yes, this is a positive development as every time a bishop speaks and says something Catholic it is ground for rejoicing. But several bishops' conferences have expressed, albeit in less solemn terms and without the veiled accusations to the Pope, the same concept: rules can't change, and that's the end of it. Therefore, this declaration isn't earth-shattering. It is good. But we need more.

We need for our bishops and cardinals to call a heretic a heretic and let the fireworks begin. Reaffirmations of doctrinal points, or even implicit criticism of their subversion, without an open accusation and denounciation of the Pope who is clearly behind them aren't terribly helpful, merely a good start.

The surgeon does not excise a tumor by telling it that it is bad. He takes the scalpel and gets rid of it.

We need for our bishops and cardinals to do their job and call for either a retraction or the scalpel (the council). The Church has cancer and we can't just limit ourselves to state that this is different from being in rude health.

But at least, this statement goes beyond the faint meowing of the (dead or living) Kitten Cardinals.




2018: Happy New Year And Some Objectives For The World At Large


Please, go away…

The year now begun follows one of the most astonishing years I was given to live up to now. In fact, I often felt several decades younger as Donald Trump’s 2017 echoed Ronald Reagan’s 1981 (happily, minus the attempt on his life) in the way the world received a strong message that there is a new sheriff in town and a lot is going to change. 

At my age I am accustomed to think not in years, but in historical phases spanning several, and at times very many of them; and it seems to me that a very heavy pendulum may, slowly, have begun to swing the other way.

On environmadness we are clearly advancing fast, and the end of the infamous Individual mandate is the end of one of the greatest threats to Christianity at least in the US. Already the battle about “Merry Christmas” signals a different approach and the beginning of a counteroffensive. A booming US economy will, hopefully, help Trump to consolidate his position by the Mid-term elections (I am happy with a stronger majority in the Senate for the judicial appointments; it is very rare that a president gets to keep both House and Senate, so don’t get your hopes too high that this might happen).

In my eyes, though, there are two events that might precipitate, with God’s grace, an acceleration of this pendulum in 2018.

The first one is the sudden resignation and departure of at least one of the SCOTUS Justices and its substitution for a Justice in the mold of Neil Gorsuch. Bader Ginsburg was born in 1933, Kennedy in 1936, Breyer in 1938. You do the math. Add Sotomayor (born 1954) with alleged severe diabetes issues. This is, I think, the most important front in 2018 as no one knows (though everyone can hope) that the comfortable majority that had Gorsuch elected (if memory serves 54, which is more than the Republican senators, fake or authentic) will survive the Mid-Term elections. God willing we might get an even stronger base, but you never know.

This is, I think, the most important development I can think for 2018, because a conservative majority in the SCOTUS will change the face of the US and, in time, the entire West. Put together abortion, sexual deviancy and protection of freedoms and you see what planetary effect a safe Conservative majority on the Supreme Court will have. In fact, I will go as far as to say that the stakes in the Supreme Court vastly overshadow the other fronts on which Trump is fighting (from security to economy), because with some luck he can set up the Country (and the West) for decades of sanity.

The second development I hope for 2018 is – and there is no kind way to say this – the end of the disgraceful pontificate of Francis. Whether he dies or flies off to Argentina for his own private or health reasons I do not really care, but I would still prefer for him to die already in order to avoid (at least as long as Benedict lives, which I think won’t be long) the vaguely obscene spectacle of three living present or former Popes. No, it’s better for him to kick the bucket straight. One can hope that one of his allegedly frequent attacks of rage might do the job; but hey, Deus providet

Note here that there is no guarantee that any successor of Francis will be less atrocious than him, and the thought of a young Francis II (like Tagle) is really disconcerting. However, I am – like, I think, many of you – at such a point of exasperation that I just wish the old, lewd rascal gone, come what may. As we do with every rascal, we wish the man salvation and, making an effort, we even pray for it. But boy, let’s hope he dies soon.

There are, of course, many other things that could be repaired in 2018, but then there are always many of those. The two objectives above seem the most important to me.

Join me in praying for success on both these fronts. And please don’t be a limp-wristed whino: people die, and they die when the Lord has so decreed.

You wishing that they go out of the picture for a greater good – not out of hate for the person, but out of love for Christ and His Church – is the Catholic thing to do.



“Bundle Up!” Why Trump Is The Troll Emperor



I never liked the expression “God Emperor” referred to Donald Trump; I never did it because, whilst having its obvious roots in the Roman Empire, it does sound vaguely blasphemous to these Christian ears.

However, Trump truly is a guy that seems to keep doing what he does so well (not only running a country, but enraging snowflakes whilst having a lot of fun in the process) with great energy even as a President.

Take the tweets he sent about do-called Global Warming.

It’s funny and ferocious. It’s sound common sense and ferocious mockery. It’s what other Heads of State don’t do, because they are too dumb and conformist for that, and could never pull it off the way Trump does. Trump is an oasis of sanity in a world run by conformist, incompetent nincompoops, the obvious product of the Age of Madness in which Western democracies have descended.

Dumb voters produce dumb leaders. It’s the bane of democracy.

Trump’s religion is Christianity, not global warming. This would be good enough in itself. But what is even funnier is to see this man having a laugh at the stupid priests of the new religion of non-existing “consensus” and even more absurd (an oxymoron is there ever was one) “settled science”, and enjoying “triggering” all those pothead and assorted retards of the vast Losers’ Galaxy.

Trump has remained Trump. He has not transformed himself into another tofuhead spouting platitudes. He keeps attacking, keeps provoking, and keeps having fun as he teaches Libtards how to think or, more likely, enjoys their inability to do so.

We need more of this on our side, too. The Catholic blog world keeps being too nice, too afraid of “offending”, too much concerned with polite discourse and with the gentlest rules of engagements. Our enemies don’t return the favour. Many more of us should forget the white gloves and start trolling these people relentlessly. If a President of the United States can do it, so can a humble blogger.

Thank God for this exceptional man. God willing, 2018 will bring not only more winning, but a lot of fun, too.



The Sad Christmas of Libtards: Part II



How very fem…. oops! 

In the second part of my blog post about the sad, sad Libtard Christmas (which is perfectly natural: how can Christmas without Christ be a joyous occasion?) I will touch briefly on an ugly, despicable, hateful dyke at some point in her life considered a comedian. 

This very sad individual takes a religion she despises and elect herself as the new Christ, claiming to know who goes to hell and who doesn’t and, possibly even worse, declaring a kind of LiBDykeJudgment on the entire humanity. 

Now, let us forget for the moment the intrinsic stupidity of the woman’s ideological stance and let us reflect on the wording itself. If the statement of the woman  had been issued from an obvious Christian background, the meaning would be clear: you need to pray, because you’re going to hell unless you repent. But this cannot be in the mind of the female in question, because the concept of Christianity is obviously something she was never introduced to. No, what the sad dyke does is to hiss and spit venom in the most brutal way she knows how, oblivious of any contradiction – as well as the stupidity and arrogance of the statement – as she does so.

What sad, sad being these Libtards are. Look at this woman: her life is obviously shit (old dyke seeing her world crumble around her: go figure), and the pent-up frustration is discharged with extremely hateful tweets showing all the hatred she has in her blood. 

As Trump would say: “sad, it’s so sad”.

I wish Rosie O’Donnell salvation. I pray that we will, one day, enjoy together the endless, unfathomable joy of the Divine Presence. But in order to get there she certainly needs to repent for the hateful, arrogant, stupid mockery of Christianity she tweets around, to start looking at the dyke in the mirror and to be filled with righteous horror at what her life, and herself, have become. 

Pray for the poor wretch, because that’s what we are. Don’t have much hope that she will avoid hell, because she seems intentioned to get there straight. 





The Sad Christmas Of Libtards: Part 1



What a miserable life Libtards live. When they are not occupied hating, they are busy worrying. Almost as sadly (but not really: it is just what they deserve) there is no shortage of people ready to milk money out of their stupidity. 

This pic above is from Al Gore’s Christmas Begging. However, this is nothing even to do with Christmas.  

he wishes “happy holidays”. He thinks that these “holidays” are not there to celebrate the birth on earth of Our Lord, but to bring into focus the “most important things in life”. Obviously, by this Ueberloser Gore means in the end… him and his multi-million operation. 

let’s check: “family, friendships, and faith in a better tomorrow”. Gore Boy wants to come just after your nearest and dearest, and the faith in not the Christian one, it’s the faith in… him. 

What follows is a statement of astonishing falseness, but evidently deemed fitting with the “holidays”. As you keep pumping your money in our coffins, the future of the planet is now bright. Well no; actually, if you are an environmentalist you should be oscillating between despair, madness and suicide at the prospect of other three (nay: make it seven) Trump years. But they, Gore is trying to milk money of the many dumb cows of his religion: a touch of optimism will emboldened them to click on the Paypal link. 

And this is, I am afraid, Libtard Christmas: no Christ, no faith, not even hope of a better future, and your own false prophets asking you for money. 





O Come All Ye Faithful

Natum Videte Regem Angelorum

All Bells In Paradise

Angel’s Carol

Nativity Carol

Faith Of Our Fathers (Catholic)

Please Follow Me @RealMundabor

Dear readers,

my twitter account @Mundabor is still having my posts published, but I was unable to  recover the password (hint: when you sign up anonymously you give a lot of bogus information about date of birth etc which you cannot remember anymore later).

I have a second Twitter account, @RealMundabor.

Please follow me on that account if you already follow me on the other account. I have (I think) set the WordPress page so that my posts should be published on the new account, too…

Thanks to all

Paul Eddington

(oh well..)

%d bloggers like this: