And it came to pass that a priest – and very successful blogger – was transferred from his thriving parish to another, actually in the same diocese but still – if seen in regards to London – in a galaxy far, far away. One notices – yours truly certainly noticed – that the posts of said blogger have become noticeably thinner since then, or thereabouts; and a number of these posts have to do with the natural beauties of his new parish or other themes unrelated with the Great Battle the man certainly bravely fights every day in his, no doubt, sterling work as a priest.
One also seems to remember that another Bishop, with a name like an asparagus soup, had very openly silenced another blogger, who happened to be a deacon of his, with the very revealing accusation of being “divisive” (what the Bishop with the name like an asparagus soup would have done to Christ I do not even dare to think; but hey, this is V II…).
Yours truly had started to make 2+2 a while ago, wondering whether the blogger priest had not been, more or less openly, but certainly effectively, ordered to decrease his blogging but without shutting it down altogether, because his bishop is a bit smarter than to do like Asparagus Soup did.
I do not think it is so unthinkable that a bishop should order one of his priests to greatly reduce his blogging activity, but without making him shut down the blog altogether, which would give him (the bishop) a bad press worldwide. The more so, as said priest had published a beautiful blog post, which I still remember, pointing out to all that is wrong in the decision to shut down the blog of the deacon. One imagines a bishop (or his office) calling another bishop (or his office), and you imagine the rest.
I also think that, if it were so, the priest might well comply out of obedience to his bishop; and that he might well, if asked, feel obliged not to reveal the real causes of his decreased blogging activity; be it because he finds it indelicate or disloyal, or because he has simply been ordered to do so.
You see, one cannot avoid thinking. The former priest of Blackfen was – is – very popular, and in the Church of Bankruptcy everyone who stands out for the wrong reasons – say: being an engaged Catholic priest – is automatically suspected. He will, also, be a thorn in the side of a number of people, of the divorced and remarried, or contracepting kind. These people will complain to the bishop and play the old broken record: divisive, uncharitable, & Co. The bishop without a spine will, at this point, do what all bishops without a spine do: kow-tow to the noisy “c”atholics, silence the blog as well as he can with minimum risk of scandal and inconvenience for himself, quietly remove the “divisive” priest, and hope for the best. Away from the keyboard, away from the hearts. Away from the successful thriving parish he built, away from the loss of face this causes for the Bishop himself. In the land of incompetent bishops successful priests must be seen as subversive. They truly are a danger for the Official Uniform Decline, who makes no bishop stand out as particularly bad because they pretty much all are.
Please visit the blog (you know the name). A handful of blog posts in March. One in April. Nothing in May. One in June. Nothing since. Actually, only one posts in more than three months; the decrease in posts has been very noticeable since last year, but it has become extreme in this one. It’s like a hibernation in instalments. But no, the blog will not shut down. No uproar this time, thank you very much.
I have thought for a while (many months now) of writing this blog post. But today I read about the very prompt way in which the bishop sanctioned the abolition of the Tridentine Mass in the parish in question, and I make not only 2+2 = 4, but 4:2 = 2, too.
It seems to me that something very foul is at work here, and the bishop may well be de facto silencing his blogger priest and ordering him to keep schtum, under obedience, about his being de facto silenced. And I might be wrong here, but I reflect on this: this is a bishop who sends away an extremely beloved and successful priest and sends in his place an homosexual who immediately proceeds to reintroduce the sale of the “Tablet” and shortly thereafter announces the end of the TLM.
Call it stupidity, call it incompetence, call it outright evil spirit. But however you call it, you know by such a man this is perfectly in the realm of the feasible.
So no, I think it far more probable that I am not wrong here. And yes, I might receive assurances that all is fine.
And no, I would still not be persuaded.
The sad news of what has happened in Blackfen is the source of sadness on one side, and questions on the other. Let us look at what has happened.
There is an excellent priest there. The man celebrates the Mass and of the Ages and has a thriving parish. He is also a world-reputed blogger, and his example even spurns several others from his parish – and who knows how many from outside his parish – to do the same.
Suddenly the priest is moved to the certainly more remote – if certainly rather idyllic – Ramsgate, at the boundary of the diocese, far away from the (broadly) Londoner audience of the old parish.
Why did the Bishop do such a thing? What need was there? I know, priests are routinely moved every now and then, but do they have to? Really?
The new man is, to say the least, strange.
Yours truly, who often tries to be charitable but never tries to be stupid, wrote a message to the parishioners of Blackfen, inviting them to lose the chap tout de suite and attend somewhere else. Very simply, nothing good can come from priests who want you to read the “Tablet”.
It has transpired in the last days that, as so often, when a priest wants you to read the Tablet there are other issues at play. Which confirms once again an old leitmotiv of this blog: they are “progressive” because they are perverts, or have some other huge skeleton in the cellar.
Father Fisher is, as it is now clear, very officially just another faggot priest who shames the Church with his very existence; and who, instead of praying more (and more; and much more still!) and get on with the Catholic program refusing even to THINK of his diabolical perversion decides instead to “embrace” it and, as it is said today, “come out’ as a faggot surrounded by repulsive perverts, and is clearly “proud” of it. (Warning: disgusting fag!).
At this point, the man is toasted as a Catholic priest. Bar some extraordinary work of the Holy Ghost, this one is also toasted in eternity, because the smell of Reprobation is strong in him. More on this later, though.
The question arises now rather obvious: what did the Bishop know? Why did he remove Fr Finigan? If Fr Finigan had to be moved, why so far away? Why send at his place a man like that? Did the bishop not know? Really? Not even rumours, whispers, hints from smart people? Is it truly so, that nowadays unless one is a first-class ass or a wilful promoter of sexual perversion he cannot become a Bishop?
We should pray for the poor faggot. He is an infinitely worthy soul, more worth than the entire Universe. His eternal soul was made by the Lord to be happy with Him forever in the next world, and the fact that God may (probably will) allow Satan to snatch this one does not mean that God (antecedently) wants it so. We do not give up on anyone. His guardian angel will try to the last, and we do not want Satan to get easy preys.
This one is a particularly disgusting, and particularly disturbing, faggot. Which is why we must pray for him and for the good of his immortal soul. If the man sends himself to eternal torment (don’t be an idiot now: that’s what the odds are, or being a good Christian is useless), at least it won’t be for our want of trying.
But we should also pray for Bishop Smith, who seems intent in doing what so many colleagues of him do day in and day out: take a golden parish, cover it with excrements, call all this being “pastoral”, and proceed to ruin the next parish.
Boy, this one has the stuff of the Cardinal in himself.
The diocese of Southwark was one of the healthier, or less ailing, ones.
I wonder how long this will last.
A man is required to make choices, and live with it. If one signed for the Army, he obliged himself to be bound for that particular life, the life of the soldier. No one was interested in knowing whether his choice had made him “happy”. The bed you've made, and all that.
To be able to make choices and live with them is an elementary mark of the adult and, for what interests us today, the man. The man who chose wife and family cannot – if he is a man – go back on his commitment because he is not happy, or does not like his wife after all, or married life isn't what it was supposed to be. You have made your choice. Live with it like a man.
The more strongly this applies to priests. The one who has received the Sacrament of Holy Orders has said to the world that he wants to die a priest. This is what a grown man has decided to do with his life. After the fact, whether this priest is happy or unhappy is neither here nor there. He is now a priest for life, and that's that. A man has made a choice.
More and more often you notice that men who want to renege their commitment taken as adults will find excuses to do so. They are leaving the habit because the Church is this or that; their bishop is this or that; their situation is this or that. What they are saying, is that they are whining children unworthy of be considered manly, much less pious.
They will tell you that they have changed; that their circumstances have changed; that their bishops, their pope, the planet have changed. Guess what? We change all the time; our circumstances never remain the same; bishops and popes come and go (let's hope this one goes fast…). What always remains the same is a promise, a solemn vow, made forever.
They will tell you that they have lost the faith; that they never had it; or that it has evolved. Little capricious children throwing a tantrum and declaring they will now go away with the ball, because the game is tough.
Men stick to their commitment. Accept a nagging wife like you accept hail. Make their lives work according to the choices they have made, like men.
“I would not have taken the habit if I had known Margie” is no argument. You have taken the habit, which entails the solemn decision that there will ever be any Margie. “My bishop is a pedophile” does not count, because a pedophile bishop does not authorise one to renege on his vow. “I have lost the faith” does not count, because the priest who loses the faith must keep schtum and pray all the time that he may, with God's grace, find it again.
But truly, behind these claim is often a very simple claim: “I am a small child. I do not want to be held to the standard of a man. I will throw a tantrum, seek excuses, and invent all sort of grievances to justify with you that I am a selfish boy bound for hell”.
Society does not teach anymore a man to be a man. It does not expect anymore that observance be given to a solemn promise, just because it was made. The husband will leave his wife with the extremely childish claim of a “right to happiness” that firstly was never there in the first place, and secondly will prove, as always in life before that moment, a rather elusive goal after the euphoria of the first times.
We live in a society plagued by men-boys. They will tell you that they want to eat their own solemn vow, and will expect, even demand, your approval. There goes a wife. There goes a clerical habit. There goes, alas, at times even a child.
Men, and boys. From the way they live with their commitments you will recognise them.
A couple of Protestant blogs run by sincere (if wrong) Christians do me the honour of quoting me regularly, and linking to my site. When this happens, generally a “ping” appears on my message box. These pings appears to land in the message box whether one wants it or not, that is, whether the author of the message has said “send a ping about this” (which might be automatic) or not. I receive an awful lot of pings about my own messages, and I haven’t the faintest idea now where I would have to go to disallow the ping, or whether this would be a smart thing to do in the first place. What I mean to say by this is that the authors of those posts might not want to attract my attention, but WordPress cares for that anyway.
I rather systematically ignore Proddie blog posts. If I don’t, it is because there are very fitting and pressing reasons to do so. In general, I am of the opinion that no matter how good the good faith of the blog writer is, what is wrong is wrong and I will not – in general – post links to Proddie sites.
Still, every time that some Protestant blog links to me others will unavoidably follow the link, and land in what must seem to them, at least at first sight, a carpet bombing of Papist propaganda (and thanks, by the way).
I can only invite every one of those souls (and most dearly those eager souls writing their Protestant blogs) to not die in their Protestant error; to browse around the site and try to look at the One Church as what it is: the Only Shop, the one founded by Christ on Peter; to reflect whether what has up to now kept them outside of the only Church of Christ was not an inherited set of beliefs accepted as you do rain and wind, but never critically examined.
There have been no regularly established Protestant sects for fifteen centuries. What we have had is what everyone, including Protestants, calls heretical sects. The logical thinking of this very simple fact to the end should be enough to get one thinking. Never, for fifteen centuries, has anyone believed that he could be saved by faith alone, or that only scripture could be the basis of his Christian doctrine, without being considered heretic, and worthy of execution if needs be.
On the contrary, there has always been only One Church, and that Church the one Christ found on Peter. Nothing else could be called, ever, a church. Not with big C, not with little one. Read the inscription above again, and understand the very profound meaning; a meaning so obvious to every Christian for so many centuries.
I implore all those souls landing here from Protestant blogs – and most dearly those of the well-intentioned souls writing those blogs – to stop and give these lines a serious thought for five minutes.
Founded AD 33. And considered, for fifteen centuries, the only possible One Church by every Christian. By.every.Christian.
That’s it. That’s all you need to know.
Fetal Liver CD133+ Stem/Progenitor Cells (FL-CD133) are positively selected from homogenized liver tissue. First, fetal liver tissue is enzymatically digested and further processed to generate a leukocyte-rich suspension. CD133+ cells are then positively selected from the leukocyte-rich suspension using immunomagnetic anti-CD133 microbeads, leaving highly purified fetal liver CD133+ cells.
The Nazification of Western societies is now at a very advanced stage, and it perfectly fits the degradation and degeneration of pretty much everything, from sexual mores to sexual thinking to elementary things like the ability to think, write, read.
You couldn’t make this up. But it’s not a creepy fantasy of wannabe Nazi scientists, it is the reality of our days.
After the scandal with the Planned Parenthood video, Planned Genocide were quick in pointing out that they don’t sell organs. I smell a huge fish here, and a very smelly one at that.
These cells are, methinks, “harvested” from aborted babies, then one very much doubts the liver of deceased, non-aborted (lucky them!) people would manage to make it out of mortuaries, this even imagining they would be fit for purpose (I am not a doctor, nazi or otherwise, so don’t ask me). That the partial amputation of livers from living humans for the scope of re-selling would be allowed is also beyond imagination (yet).
I have not vomited looking at the site, which means the times have made me rather retch-resistant.
I wonder, though, what kind of human beings are around, walking on the same earth as we do, sipping their coffee near us, reading the newspaper on the bus.
Satan is having a home run. Pope Francis is so worried about our A/C.
It is extremely difficult to find even orthodox catholics not willing to use to word “gay” to say “sodomite”, or “homosexual” for the inclination.
We appease the enemy. This is the result.
The wrong side does not miss an occasion to unleash hell for their own purposes. Remember the young woman who died in Ireland and prompted calls to introduce abortion? What about the wave of laws restricting individual freedoms after Sandy Hook? Or the present crusade against the Confederate Flag?
Atheists and liberals never let an occasion go to waste. In comparison, we are far too kind.
The recent wave of emotion concerning the beastly behaviour of Planned Parenthood (oh, they say now they were not selling body parts. I am waiting for the details. Can't imagine they did not expect some sort of advantage anyway; this, without considering the satanical behaviour in itself) should be used not only to attack Planned Parenthood, but to demand loud and clear the end of abortion, call Nazi butchers those who practice it, and invent all kind of neologisms like “baby-hater”, “babyphobe”, Nazi Butchers, and the like. Every time, all the time.
What happens of this? Not much. Planned Parenthood will be in some trouble for a while, but the occasion for a big wave of emotions will be lost. Imagine if a row of prominent U.S. senators had profited of this to openly ask the end of abortion. It would not happen overnight, of course; but it would put us on the offensive, and with the emotional wave on our side. Little by little, people would begin to sway.
People don't think much nowadays. Many of them mainly emote, and do so with a view of feeling good with themselves.
We should profit from the enemy's own goals much more than we are doing. We should use them to aim directly at the beast's heart, rather than merely aim at give the enemy a thrashing.
As the enemy invents a new vocabulary to insult us, we cannot go beyond polite remonstrations.
Call them names. Rouse emotions. Attack abortion directly and frontally.
We lose because we are too nice.
Steve Skojec has both the video and the quotes, and he does such a good job of it that there isn't much that I can add to it, besides trying to put a couple of concepts in my own words.
It seems to me that the disgraceful Dr Nucatola, who is, very fittingly, a somewhat senior figure at Planned Genocide, is simply more coherent than many others seemingly a tad more “humane” abortionists.
There is nothing humane in deciding that an unborn child has to die because we prefer it so. Every trace of humanity has already gone from such thinking. Similarly, the baby thus butchered is obviously not considered a human being; not only by Dr Nucatola, but by everyone who shares with her the in humane idea that an innocent baby can be killed in his mother's womb.
The happily eating woman simply thinks the matter to its logical, Nazi end: the dehumanisation of the baby that is the logical premise of abortion logically leads to the selling of his parts; exactly as you do with lambs, pigs and cows.
The butcher, just like the doctors working under Dr Nucatola's instruction, pays attention that the carcass is as economically viable as possible. He will cut the animal's parts just so, and according to a complicated technique, so that the value that can be extracted by the animal is maximised, and its parts can fetch the higher utility for him. The Planned Parenthood doctors described in the video work exactly in the same way, butchering the poor baby in a skilled way that tries to keep his most valuable parts intact.
Let me repeat the point once again: the terrifying lack of humanity of such behaviour is in nothing worse than the principle that stays behind abortion: the utterly and completely Nazified thinking that a human life is not worthy of being considered human, and can be slaughtered like a lamb.
The Nazis are among us not because we have people like Dr Nucatola walking free, but because we have legal abortion in the first place.
To express horror at the woman whilst maintaining that abortion that can be a “necessity” is exactly the same as to express horror at the Nazis selling the golden teeth of their gas chamber victims without condemning the use of the gas chambers in the first place.
The abortionist (I mean by that not only the doctor who practices the abortion, but every person in favour of abortion) is the quintessential Nazi. Yes, I am talking of your (and my) neighbour, your (and my) relative, your (and mine) loved one.
Let us hammer the concept in their heads, with the necessary prudence but also with the indispensable forcefulness.
People like Dr Nucatola think like them; they merely think things to the end.
As the former Christian Superpower sinks in a sea of depravation and outright atrocity (I will write about the Nazi Doctor explaining how Planned Nazihood is selling body parts of aborted babies when time allows), the Chinese Government has announced today the “moderate” growth of the Chinese economy at around 7%.
I do not think the Chinese statisticians are less disinhibited than their Greek counterparts. But that the Chinese economy is growing, and growing rather fast, I do not doubt in the least. I am not discussing here the ethical standards of such growth. I am merely pointing out that it is taking place.
And it seems to me that we must slowly get accustomed to the fact that the United States might soon become a worldwide force for Satan, as the Christian element is slowly but surely reduced to a persecuted minority of “human rights felons”. In parallel, one can see an opposite movement in China.
As the once possibly most Christian Country on Earth slowly sees Christianity decline and a very evil form of aggressive atheism advance, the once possibly most Communist Country on Earth sees Communism decline as an army of Christians is slowly being raised in the villages and cities, fully undeterred by the open and covert hostility of the powers that be.
In 30 or 50 years, as the U.S. might well have completed their transformation into a true Great Satan a new Superpower might, by God's grace, emerge as its Christian counterpart, able to effectively deter or altogether defeat the aggressive anti-Christian policy of a Country once so proud if its Christian heritage. Christians in the U.S. are far fewer than the official figures say (many are clearly rose water Christian barely worthy of the name), and they are much more numerous in China than the Chinese government wants you to believe. One can see a trend in the last thirty years or so, in both Countries, that seems destined to continue, unless something big happens. To add additional irony today's Russia is also, in its official policies, far more Christian than most Western Countries.
The future of Chtistianity might well lie in the Countries (Russia today, China tomorrow) that so brutally fought against it. I seem to see Providence at work here, and just another demonstration of the Lord's wonderful ways.
Imagine the irony: a Country that willfully abandons its clear – if faulty, because largely Protestant – Christian roots and is pushed into second spot (or worse) by one of its former archenemy, who has in the meantime become Christian, would show once again that God has a wonderful sense of humour.
In the meantime Christianity in China grows massively, as it declines with the same degree of obviousness all over the West, but nowhere as brutally as in the once do proudly Christian U S of A.
Funny indeed. Or perhaps a warning.
Time will tell. Let us pray for a new Christian superpower. The old one is rapidly turning against God, and it is so… proud of it.
Read of the usual Rorate the very detailed description of how the Evil Clown has explained, in great detail, how a blasphemous crucifix does not offend him.
My hunch here is that one of these has happened:
1) Evil Clown has it said by third parties that he was “bewildered” at the “gift” when the scandal erupted. Then he realised people aren't so stupid as he thought, and most of them – those who aren't stupid – didn't buy the one with the “surprise gift”. Not bewildered anymore, then.
2) Evil Clown has photo-op with blasphemous crucifix, thinking he will gain brownie points by the atheists and homos he sides with. Vatican officials try to limit the damage and suggest the Evil Clown was “bewildered”. Evil Clown will not have it, because he insists on ramming his impiousness down the faithful's throats. Not bewildered anymore, then.
3) Francis is evil even when he isn't drunk, and he might be drunk more often than we think. He says what the mood, or the grappa, suggests to him to say in the moment. What he has said yesterday has no relevance today. Logic and coherence are good for rosary counters. Superior being like him do not need them, because they stink like the sheep.
Note that, in the same context, the man proceeds to ram more Marxism down your throat, whether you like it or not.
Just for you to know whose side he is on.
In the disgrace, there is one small consolation. This man is so obvious in his impiousness, that no one who keeps believing in his rubbish can claim any excuse. He is so blatantly anti-Catholic, that anyone who insists on taking his side shows his follows the cult of a person, not the Catholic faith.
I am thankful that as God punishes us with such a scourge, he at least gives everyone of us the possibility of seeing this man for the Evil Clown he is, and to choose Him instead. He makes the choice easy for us. Therefore, we are not allowed to avoid choosing.
Dear Lord, please let this punishment pass, in Your good time. But as long as this punishment endures, please continue to give our sinful souls the ability to recognise so easily what a fraud this man is.
As they do every now and then, the sugar-Nazis have called for more taxation of sugary drinks. Because, they say, they make people fat.
I only drink whole milk, and sugared cola. I insist on whole milk yogurt. I reject every food that is the imitation of the original food. I am perfectly fine, because I eat in moderation. Like countless people before me, who lived and died for millennia and never knew there is something like, say, skimmed milk, or skimmed yogurt.
Nowadays, it seems that obesity just happens. Or pregnancy. Or abortion. The idea that one does not become obese (or pregnant, or the killer of his baby) without knowing what he is doing is just not there in the public consciousness. Obesity is just there. Why, no one asks. Nor seem people to ever ask why the obscenely obese colleague always seem to drink diet coke, and still has problems going through the doors at the venerable age of, say, 36.
I see two main causes for this: the loss of the sense of sin and his obligatory byproduct, the loss of the public shaming.
Christian society knew what is sin, and knew how to keep it in check. Both the sense of sin and the sense of shame were – would still be – extremely powerful deterrents against sins like gluttony , fornication, even abortion.
God has made everything in a wonderfully coherent way. Forget His way, and you will start to walk on a path of not only moral, but even physical self-destruction. Perverts don’t say this to you, but the list of their ailments – both physical and psychological, besides the obvious moral bankruptcy – is very long.
The atheist crowd does not get this simple truth. To them, sin does not exist. People weight 300 pounds because of “poor choices”, or “uninformed choices”, but mainly because of… sugary drinks, and it will be everyone’s fault but theirs. The same principle is applied everywhere else, because the enemy of Christ wants to destroy Christian morality in everything.
When the very concept of sluttishness is gone, it becomes far more difficult to create a barrier to pregnancy. When the pregnancy is there, but “just happened”, it seems “uncharitable” to “punish with a baby” the pregnant girl. A girl to whom it will be said that she has “reproductive rights”. Look! It has happened!
Then the excuse factory begins to work full time. The army of obscenely obese people in their twenties have some genetic factor no generation before them had, but has now suddenly exploded. The girl got pregnant because she was not given a condom; the abortion was then unpleasant, but necessary.
I insist often on this blog on the matter of obesity because I see a clear parallel between the deterioration of Christian feeling and the physical self-destruction of the West, as showed by the obvious “visual” change in my surrounding (the UK are now a Country not only extremely different from Italy, but from England a mere 20 or 30 years ago). In addition, I belong to the last generation who saw people accused of “gluttony”, because they ate too much. I actually still remember such reproaches, made by people who, in their Christian piety, sincerely believed them; and who will be now rolling in their grave at seeing how the West is eating itself to death, and can’t even begin to consider it sinful; but then debates about taxes on sugary drinks, as it a person with a such obvious lack of discipline would then suddenly start to see the like when the can or cola costs 13p more. The problem stares at us all the time, and we refuse to see it.
The concept of sin helps to create good habits. The practice of shaming helps to enforce them. Destroy the first part, and the second will never work. Destroy the second part, and the first will never be effective.
A world that has forgotten Christ has started to adore man. When you adore man, no one can ever be shamed, not even for his own good. The Brotherhood Of Reprobates is the new religion. Words like “glutton” get out, words like “fat phobic” get in. A change in religion causes a change in vocabulary: “fat phobic”, “homophobic”, “gender reassignment”, “byproduct of conception”, “marriage equality”. The list is long.
The Country where I live will very probably live a true Holocaust in the next ten to twenty years, due exclusively to… gluttony, and the religion of man. No one seems to care, or has the desire to say things as they are instead of thinking that sugar, not gluttony, makes people obese. Millions will die prematurely, in this country alone.
Oh well. We do not want to offend anyone.
The Lake Garda Statement, published on Rorate together with ancillary documents, is an extremely positive development for more than one reason.
1) It exposes the dangerous lie of the “dialogue”
2) It reaffirms the Sovereignty of Christ The Christ.
3) It clearly condemns the entire spirit and attitude of this Papacy, blabbering of the environment whilst Rome burns.
4) It clearly indicates that the Pope himself encourages the Kasperites heretics, and promotes sexual perversion.
This is, still, a vox clamans in deserto. But it is good that more people apart from a couple of seriously angry bloggers start to publicly utter open opposition to all that this disgraceful papacy seeks to promote (no, it isn't Catholicism).
October is approaching. Whilst one cannot write about it every day, it is emergency every day. Which is, by the by, why I keep my blog post on the matter on top of my blog, and will make it stay there until at least October irrespective of how tedious it may become to see it there day in, and day out.
It is sad to say so, but the first enemy of the Church is now the Pope. No communist dictator could inflict the damage he is inflicting. The inside job is always the most dangerous.
Let us hope that many other voices rise to denounce the scandal of this Papacy. Let us, I implore you, not destroy such occasions to discuss whether they are 100% orthodox themselves.
Every enemy of Kasper is our ally.
Novak Djokovic wins again at Wimbledon, after a truly beautiful match against a wonderful, if aging opponent.
After the match point he emits some “warrior cries” of joy, and lets the adrenaline out.
Then he moves his gaze up to the sky, and he is obviously praying. After that, he kneels to the ground and does something which, to me, must have something religious to it. Finally, he gets up and makes a very obvious sign of the cross, concluded with a kiss to heaven.
All this time, the BBC commenters are stunned. Mute. There is a kind of half uttering from one of them, but it becomes nothing.
The Buggers Broadcasting Communism are too embarrassed to make a comment whatsoever that would have enraged the PC crowd; even something banal like “here is Dojokovic exulting… now he prays…”. Not even his praying was acknowledged. Just embarrassed silence.
It may be that the commenters were indifferent to all this. But most probably they were terrified of saying absolutely anything, lest something very bad happens to them and then farewell, Wimbledon 2016 (or whatever it may be). I can easily imagine that the ignoring of any manifestation of Christian piety (from a Proddie, a Schismatic, obviously a Catholic) is now official or unofficial BBC guideline.
As to Djokovic himself, I can see the time coming where every demonstration of Christian piety on the playing field will be forbidden because insulting those believing in other religions, or none.
Those two commenters had not shut up one moment during the entire game. Until the man started to thank heaven, that is.
He must think you’re stupid.
It is completely obvious even to my (admittedly: very smart) cat that gifts by diplomatic meetings do not just “happen”, nor are they “surprises”. It’s not Christmas’ Eve.
On the contrary, gifts (which have an obvious public, PR, or symbolic relevance) are always agreed in advance. It must be so, otherwise you would risk diplomatic incidents every time.
Therefore, I do not believe in the least that Francis – who wasn’t born yesterday, and can be the cunning scoundrel whenever he wants to – just did not know that he would receive such a gift, or did not care to enquire what gift he would receive, or did not ask his diplomatic personnel to go absolutely on the safe side and check with him first. He knows very well there will be photos that will go around the world. Of all people, he should know best.
Such meetings are carefully prepared. Damn Morales is a head of state. It’s not that you leave it to your guest’s taste what you will be photographed with.
Then there is the obvious, obvious consideration that, whatever the reason for the blunder, Christ must come before diplomacy and it behooves the Pope to very publicly refuse the gift (yes, in front of the cameras, and all that) if he has been – because of some machination I cannot even imagine – surprised by it.
A Crucifix with a hammer and sickle is absolutely sickening, and if Francis is not sickened by it it is not surprising at all he can live in the midst of perverts; or better said, from one who lives in the midst of perverts it is not surprising at all that he would not be sickened by such a blasphemous “gift”.
To my knowledge, the “gift” has not been refused. No diplomatic incident has followed, and the Vatican has not accused the other side of surprising them with a non-agreed gift. If this were the case, the incident should be very public, and should lead to the refusal of the gift and the demand for public apology from the Bolivian government.
What we have, is the world photo-op of the friggin’ Communist head of state, Francis giving him a stage, and then trying to react to the obvious scandal by letting it be known that hey, he would have preferred a puppy.
But you see, this is what happens when you elect a Pope that blabbers about the poor all the time, and does not care a straw for Christ.
The enemies of Christ will sniff it all right, and will behave accordingly.