However, there we are: four million pageviews, and counting.
The blogging activity has sharply decreased months ago, but has slowly recovered since. I have now resumed almost normal service, and I do hope to be able to do so in the future.
I wish there was no need for this blog, at all. Alas, the clergy has largely abandoned us, and when they are not accomplices of heresy they are too often weak, fluffy and, generally speaking, very bad. Which is why thousands of blogs like this one have been mushrooming all over the Internet in the last decade or so.
The Internet is doing a lot for us. Imagine Francis’ Vatican III, and none of that massive resistance from the vocal and faithful laity that the Internet made possible. This organised resistance not only calls other lay people to join the fight, but also works as encouragement, or warning, for those clergymen who would otherwise be tempted to go with the heretical flow, and who now realise they would lose face, and one day perhaps office, if they did so.
We must continue to be the sentinels in this dark night of the Church. We are little individually, but very powerful taken all together. We say the words too many of those who should lead us do not dare to speak.
We must keep encouraging those willing to stand up to heresy, and motivate more and more to join their ranks. We must put the clergy in front of their responsibility, and equip the laity to do that work of real evangelisation and real defence of truth too many priests neglect, or even despise. We must shame the bad priests, inspire the lukewarm, and praise the good.
In the family, in the office, in the pub, we must continue spreading the counter cultural, completely politically incorrect, so difficult and so beautiful message of Catholicism.
I am under no illusion that worse times are coming. But then again these and no others are the times Providence gave us. Let’s make the most of them.
Many thanks to all those who with their clicks, their comments, their encouragements and their prayers keep supporting this little effort.
Please keep them coming.
Particularly the prayers.
The Evil Clown has said he is “moved and saddened”. He also said he “does not understand”, and “these things [are] hard to understand.” Finally, he is on record for saying: “there is no religious or human justification for it.”
Evil Clown is obviously confused, or at least he wants us to believe he is.
Mundabor promptly comes to the rescue with some simple facts for the benefit of libtards, BBC journalists, and heretical Popes.
It is not difficult to understand why the terrorists did this. They did this because they follow Islam. They are more violent than most others simply because they follow Islam in a more orthodox way than most others. They are the coherent Muslims. You won’t find around truer Muslims than them. But obviously, if you close your eyes in front of the big elephant in the room you will have to have difficulties to understand why all the porcelain is getting broken.
As to the justification, Evil Clown contradicts himself once again. These people clearly follow their conscience. Who is Francis to judge? Does he think they are in hell in now, or in heaven? if he thinks that they are (very probably) in hell, he must also say that his senseless waffle with Scalfari is worthless, as this is retard-proof demonstration that individual conscience cannot go against Christian rules unpunished. If he thinks they are not (very probably) in hell, well, the world truly needs to know. But again, this is what the man has said he believes: that these men will be saved, because they believed in what they did.
My cat is more catholic than this Pope. Actually, my cat would feel offended by the comparison.
In the meantime, we mourn the victims of another massacre, as we try to ignore the elephant amidst the noise of crushing porcelain, and the cries of human lives about to be slaughtered, because “conscience”.
Actually, I can imagine one of the eight having some last doubt of conscience in the last hour; and telling himself that no, even an infidel like Francis says if he follows his conscience he will go to heaven, so a fortiori his Prophet must be perforce right when he says the same.
This blood is on all those who have contributed to the narrative of the good Islam, “betrayed” by its, uh, most orthodox followers.
And of course, this blood is on Francis, who helps them even to go to hell.
With many thanks to reader Maccuscuria.
“I pray, too, for the Muslim communities in France, and here in England, that they may not be victimized because of the actions of these violent and ruthless extremists, but strive always for the way of peace and cooperation with the wider society.”
(Cardinal Vincent Nichols)
“Our sufferings today are the prelude of those you, Europeans and Western Christians, will also suffer in the near future. Please, try to understand us. Your liberal and democratic principles are worth nothing here. You must consider again our reality in the Middle East, because you are welcoming in your countries an ever growing number of Muslims. Also you are in danger. You must take strong and courageous decisions, even at the cost of contradicting your principles. You think all men are equal, but that is not true: Islam does not say that all men are equal. Your values are not their values. If you do not understand this soon enough, you will become the victims of the enemy you have welcomed in your home.”
(Chaldean Archbishop of Mosul, Amel Nona)
Courtesy of Father Z.
Oh, the political incorrectness!
Oh, the Islamophobia!
Oh, the… truth!
You cannot make this stuff up.
German “welcome” organisation for illegal, largely Muslim illegals trying to scrounge an existence at the expense of the stupid Westerners discover their women are getting molested. What do they do?
We must improve integration, you see. They are good people. You must just tell them women aren’t cattle, as they always believed.
Go on, dumme Kuh*.
Go all the way.
Obviously, there is still some integration work to do.
Oh well, there we are again. As I write this we are at 128 dead [edit: 127 in latest news] in five locations [edit: six in latest news], and 99 gravely wounded. The death toll is going to rise.
This is the price we pay for our stupidity.
So let us enjoy another day or two of painful attempts from the press to avoid calling the problem with its proper name:
It’s not 100% confirmed, but apparently this is mainly because the man has been reduced to such little pieces it is difficult to even find something to examine: Jihadi John, the very symbol of the IS bastard, is now very probably in the company of his so-called prophet, and I don’t think either will be very pleased. No more beheading videos from this one, methinks.
The man has “enjoyed” around 15 months of popularity before being – and I quote US sources – “atomised”. The 72 sodomites now very probably already after his backside must be very happy to see him. I doubt the feeling will be reciprocated.
Now: we Catholics wish salvation to everyone. Even a big, big bastard like this one has an immortal soul. However, we aren’t the effeminate Pollyannas, either. We know that there are reprobates around, and we know that the probability of this one having escaped hell is as small as the tiniest fragment of his body after the missile said “surprise!” to him.
Therefore, I would suggest the following course of action: say a prayer for the bastard for the very, very small probability that he managed to escape hell. Rejoice that he will not harm anyone anymore. Rejoice that God (the True One, of course) will now give him his, cough, reward.
You can run for a long time.
Sooner or later God will cut you down.
The recent episode of the walkout petition who made it to the Washington Post and to the very rooms of the Synod was a particularly striking demonstration that few can achieve a lot. It works, methinks, in many other ways.
Both on my blog and elsewhere I read comments that are absolutely brilliant (I do not mean long. I mean brilliant. I always scroll past the long ones). And then of course I read blogs that I found brilliant, but of which I have no idea of how many readers they have.
Blogger or commenter: what counts is what you say. How many read it is secondary. You can write soppy comments on a Patheos blog, and thousands will read you, but you will not influence anyone. You can write a pithy comment on a blog read by fifty people, and make a profound impression on the one person Providence directed to it.
Or imagine you are a Catholic journalist (in good faith. I know: rara avis), researching for a piece about the one or other issue relating to Francis. The man will click around, as everyone else does, and will stumble upon places with the most various audience. Small and big bloggers, and bloggers of whom he has no idea whether they are small or not so small, and their commenters. He will not be looking for platitudes. He will be looking for depth. The many blog posts and comments with a strong, coherent defence of Truth will give him a very useful narrative if he is honest, and will let him think twice about the rubbish he writes if he isn’t. The point strikingly made will stay with him, and form part of his own contribution. This is something everyone who follows blogs can observe: the discussion in the many small places gets picked in and amplified by the small number of big ones. Until, one day, the Washington Post publishes an article stating that Francis bats with the heretics, both the author and his editor refuse to backpedal upon the scandalised reaction of the same heretics, and actually answer them with another salvo.
Or you can put it in another way. Everyone of us would get inflamed with passion when talking about the Church in front of friends, relatives or acquaintances. In these cases, the audience is extremely limited. Still, we get all excited because we know that even to make a lasting impression on one soul would be a huge result, and that person could, say, discover the faith many years later, and remember us as one of the factors of his conversion.
Even a small blog, patiently written by a man who cares, will soon have such potential for conversion on a much bigger scale. Plus, it will reinforce the will to fight of many others, and let them know that they are not alone. When I started this little effort I hoped to create, in time, a small group of 60 or 70 “regulars” (the ones to be encouraged and reinforced in what they already know), plus the occasional heretic or atheist or rose water “catholic” stumbling on our virtual pub during the discussion, and hopefully led – with God’s grace – to think differently by what he reads. Those 60 or 70 would have been more than two school classes already. Not bad, for one who cares.
It’s not about how many people read your blog, or your comment. It’s about what impression you make on those who read it.
A big war is upon us. We need all the help we can get.
Pope Francis is on a roll. Or permanently drunk. Or so pissed he cannot stop rambling for a time approaching an hour to childishly make his satanic point in front of people who, as he well knows, can’t so easily claim a sudden headache.
The 49 minute- rambling delivered to the, in a way, fully deserving Italian bishops is, if made in a sober state, a clear declaration of war to Catholicism. I qualify it because, well, he could have been drunk. But then again if I were to get drunk I would not become heretic, either. In vino veritas.
Francis’ “vision” for the Church is that She simply stops being the Church. He dares to go on record with this:
“We are not living an era of change but a change of era.”
Well, I had heard of the Era Fascista already, but everyone knew that was just a rhetorical artifice meant to say fascism was there to stay. Francis New Era of Mercy is much more than that: it’s the end of Catholicism, actually it’s the end of Christianity itself.
In case you have doubts – because you are a compulsive liar to yourself – Francis makes it clear:
“Before the problems of the church it is not useful to search for solutions in conservatism or fundamentalism, in the restoration of obsolete conduct and forms that no longer have the capacity of being significant culturally,”
The man is astonishing. The New Era is not going to be Catholic. “Conservatism” (which is, erm, all the Church should be about, and the beginning and end of the man’s job description) is equated to “Fundamentalism”, and Fundamentalism is clearly bad for a man who does not even believe in superficial values, let alone fundamental ones. Make no mistake: the new era is the end of the Christian Era.
Why? because it’s not significant culturally. This statement is so stunningly secular, so entirely satanical it really does not leave any excuse to anyone. When religious values are not considered “significant” by a secular world, we must discard them ourselves. This man speaks like a Russian Communist Party functionary circa 1937.
But how is the Evil Clown going to accomplish this? By calling Christ to help as his accomplice.
“[reforming the Church] means instead grafting yourself to and rooting yourself in Christ, leaving yourself to be guided by the Spirit — so that all will be possible with genius and creativity.”
Read this breathtaking statement again: you betray Christianity in the name of a “rooting in Christ” which lets you get “creative” with Christianity, and once you have decided the “Spirit” (these idiots never say “Holy Spirit”: even the word “Holy” is too much for them) is “guiding you” all will be possible.
Boy, what a blasphemous evil clown this one is.
I will stop here, because there is so much material only in the linked article I could go on for hours. Forty-nine minutes of heresy is too much to comment on all.
It is high time that Cardinals and Bishops of good will start publicly rebuking the Pope on these public challenges to the Catholic faith. We have passed the stage of the off-the-cuff remarks, and have now clearly entered the phase of the long, aggressive, clearly planned, 50-minutes programmatic manifestos for the destruction of the Church. This man must be rebuked and shamed, and good Bishops and Cardinal should now seriously start to think on how to set in motion the way to have him deposed if he does not retract.
The man was not allowed to release official heretical statements. He must, consequently, be stopped and prevented from defending the same heresies in open, very official, speeches.
That, or kicking his sorry ass all the way to Buenos Aires. But kicking a Pope’s ass is a mortal sin, so no, he must be publicly rebuked and invited to retract, or threatened with deposition.
Enough! Enough! Enough!
I have written just a few days ago about the perception of the Catholic Church as the Barque bringing safely to the other shore the bad swimmers – and even the outright lazy seamen – provided they still make, sinner as they all are, the quantum of effort required of them. I have no illusion that the average Catholic in even very pious past times was not the type his contemporary Calvinist or Puritan would have considered an example. I have also no doubt that in past, more Catholic times most of the worst sinners were still Catholic enough to understand themselves as the sinners, rather than thinking they are the spotless victim and the Church the oppressive stepmother. Sixty years, and how the times have changed!
In Federico Fellini’s “Le Notti di Cabiria” we see the traditional Catholic religiosity at play: a small group of prostitutes goes in pilgrimage to the Sanctuary of the (if memory serves; don’t bet your pint) Divino Amore. There, among the huge mass of faithful – we understand the meaning of true “inclusiveness” here: the prostitute in the shrine, elbow to elbow with the saintly girl, with the chaste mother, and with the countless simple popolane – Cabiria asks the Blessed Virgin to give her the strenght to abandon her sinful life, and to choose a path of hope and wholesomeness. It will not be so easy at first, and the poor woman will be utterly betrayed in her naive hopes. But Providence – the same Providence who led her to visit the shrine – is at work in the darkest hour, and God turns even the wickedness of a most evil man to a good end, if we cooperate with His grace.
At the end of the movie – after a scene among the most celebrated in the history of cinema – we leave the cinema in tears, with the implicit, but still clear message that the young woman – betrayed and robbed, and almost killed, but now with a new hope in herself – will find the strenght to cooperate with Grace and reform herself.
We note here the following: Cabiria does not blame the Church for her sinfulness. She does not decry her “exclusion”. She does not call for a change in doctrine allowing her to receive communion. She does not consider the country “prostitutephobic”. Sinner among sinners, but more gravely a sinner than most (at least in those more innocent times, in which fear of the Lord was far more widespread), she realises in what need she is, and her supplication to the Blessed Virgin tells us that she already begins to really understand. As we all know, there is understand and then there is really understand.
Is Cabiria, then, “excluded”? No, of course she isn’t. The Church that succors all sinners does not leave her out. Fellini shows her to us in the middle of the multitude, from the saintly to the very sinful and from the very simple to the educated, all together in their tight spaces, all pretty much packed and pressed together as it was so common in those times; and still, not willing at all – least of all the good girl, and the chaste wife – to even imagine that the prostitute should be denied her moment “in front” of the Blessed Virgin. And there she is, the prostitute, in the middle of them; asking the Blessed Virgin for the strenght to change herself, rather than demanding that the entire world (and the truth) may change so that she may think she does not have to.
How different this attitude is from today’s. Today, we are right by default. We are all little wannabe-gods, and do not notice the folly of it. We are right by default. Therefore, if we are at odds with the Church, it follows that the Church must be wrong. Because lurv. Because “inclusion”. Because “mercy”. Because heresy. Because Satan.
Today, a person can publicly severe his ties from the Church because his being at odds with the Church makes, in his logic, the Church obviously wrong. It pains me to say so, but I have the impression that this attitude puts one in a worse position before God than the one of the shameful prostitute. I do not doubt both will receive a terrible punishment. But who, pray, will God punish more severely: the miserable wretch unable to overcome her weakness or the willful, vocal rebel against Him?
There aren’t many Cabirias nowadays. Not even in Catholic Countries, such as they still exist. There are, however, a lot of Eltons, Elton’s helpers, and Elton’s Priests. Heck, we even have Elton’s Cardinals, and something very similar to Pope Elton. Which is why, by the way, the real Elton is such a fan of the Evil Clown. Similia similibus solvuntur.
No, the allegedly oh so oppressive Church of pre-Vatican II did not “exclude”, at all. Her arms were always ready to embrace. She called prostitutes to mix themselves among the faithful, to take part in the same pilgrimage of the good girl, to stay in prayer near the chaste wife. But it was an embrace calling to repentance, not to rebellion. It was an invitation to embrace Truth, not to deform it. It was a reminder of the infinite worth of every soul, not a celebration of a sordid life.
Cabiria’s life was entirely wrong, and she was clearly bound for hell. But in those times a strong and charitable Church took care that the moral compass was not entirely lost, that the needle would still be visible, and point to repentance and redemption. Elton’s life is a moral bankruptcy much worse than Cabiria’s. He has trampled the compass and crushed it to little pieces amidst anti-Catholic cries of joy. He will have no other compass than the one made by himself, whose needle points firmly towards hell. He will consider it perfectly normal to say out loud that not he, but the Church is wrong. Fool.
Cabiria’s problem was big enough, but Elton is so deep in the dung he does not even smell the stink anymore. Cabiria could still see a bridge she did not have the strength to cross; Elton has destroyed the bridge, and now looks at the ruins with joy.
It would still be less bad to be a Cabiria, than an Elton.
Two falls from the stairs in two days. Three in around six weeks. And these are, of course, only those in front of the cameras. Who knows what happens after a belly-expanding meal and a generous glass of grappa.
Pity poor Francis: Catholics all over the planet can’t wait for this papacy to end. Cries of heresy fill the blogosphere pretty much every time he opens his mouth. Even mass publications clearly start to see in him a huge problem. Soon even Patheos will deny having ever supported him. Is the man not enough persecuted? No, there’s clearly more.
Stairs don’t like him much, either.
Until not long ago most people were, in a way, simply educated. As a result, in what concerns big matters they would allow their betters, and their forefathers, to decide for them. The farmer of 1910 trusted what his forefathers had believed in matters of religion with the same natural, sound attitude with which he trusted them in matters concerning the way to run his farm. Likewise, he knew that he was simply educated, and that wiser or better learned people than him should be entrusted with the running of things above his pay grade.
All this collapsed in the Sixties. For the first time in history, the young generation could feel, and was universally recognised as, better educated than their parents. They compared their undoubtedly higher degree of conventional education with the one of their simply educated parents, and felt that the world was run by the wrong people, in the wrong way. Inebriated by a feeling of superiority – also fuelled by the many things their parents did wrong; their petty superstitions first and foremost – they started to throw away the baby together with the bathwater.
Suddenly, everything had to change. The dawn of a new age required a new thinking. Everything those old people were doing was simply old, and wrong. A vast exercise in collective hubris started to take place, and the very humility of the older generation, up to then a virtue, was now seen as a part of the problem, and the direct result of their lack of education and self-consciousness.
The older generation, made of simple people, often did not have the resources to articulate their thoughts. They saw their children where better educated, and had often undergone great financial deprivation to achieve that result. The rebellious and condescending attitude of their children was, in the end, exactly what they had worked so hard for. The rebellious son sounded rather stupid, or even evil to their ears; but hey, “they have studied”, would they say to themselves, and not without parental pride. The young began to win the war for the hearts and minds.
Here, the biggest catastrophe ensued: the Church, who should have remained a bulwark against this folly, decided to make friends with those who were – as it was abundantly clear by then – her enemies. The slogans of renewal were soon incorporated in the thinking and acting of our hierarchy. Predictably, the revolutionary process took its course even within the Church. The Aggiornamento never stops at Kerenski: at some point, you will get Lenin.
If the Church had opposed Her wall of timeless wisdom to the arrogance of those young people – who thought an accountant was vastly more qualified to decide what is right and wrong than a peasant – things could have been stemmed rather easily, and much of the revolutionary wave would have been stopped; but the attitude of the Church starting with John XXIII told the world exactly this: that the young accountants were now the leading force, and the old peasants had to change with the times; as the Church Herself was, in so many little and great things, doing.
When the time of a generational battle came, the Church hierarchy decided to side with the wrong side; possibly thinking, in the best cases, that in this way the revolutionary wave would have been domesticated, or asphyxiated in the warm embrace of a Church too strong and too dominant to be seriously damaged by them. However, it is clear by now that in many cases utter and totally willed complicity with evil was at work.
The new generation thought they knew better. Actually, they started to think they can decide (as opposed to learn) what is Right and what is Wrong. This attitude is, of course, vastly more arrogant and vastly more ignorant than anything their less educated parents ever were; but it is a vastly known phenomenon that people with a thin varnish of knowledge are those who think themselves smartest, and most educated.
As human things always go, the evil seeds of one generation became poisonous plants in the following one. The new generation started to reject everything even their “revolutionary” parents considered taboo. The first generation of destructors had still grown up with a sound foundation, the second did not have even that. What followed is a moral vacuum filled with the cheapest sentimentalism imaginable, the deification of “love” in whatever form, even perverted lust, and the astonishing confusion between goodness and allowing anyone to do anything with himself, including planned annihilation.
“Would you be happy if YOUR love was outlawed?”, said the message outside a well-know Londoner shop chain after Obergefell. This astonishing senseless piece of childish stupidity would have had the allegedly uneducated peasant of 1910 laughing out loud, but the allegedly far better educated young people of today are unable to even see what functional retards they have become, what total absence of thinking lies behind this emotional, brainless fluff unable to even recognise the possibility of anything like good and bad, provided they can sacrifice on the altar of the new god of their functionally retarded minds, Lurv.
The West has created, in only two generations, an army of stupid oxes utterly unable to think logically, without any concept of morality, without the slightest idea of right and wrong, and manipulated at will by a bunch of proto-communists who hate everything that is sacred, and in many cases certainly side with Satan. How more intelligent, and how less prone to manipulation were their peasant ancestors: who, though not educated, had firm coordinates concerning right and wrong, justice and injustice, true love and veritable abomination, the law of God and the sinfulness of man.
The modern Functional Retard has a degree in something often useless even in real life, and almos always utterly unusable to get to heaven. In this Country, he is not unlikely to be even unable to spell. But he thinks he is well educated, and able to decide what it right, or wrong, or “love”.
Retards with a useless degree, prepped for hell in huge numbers. This is what the last two generations have given us.
The Chuch hierarchy, collectively considered, has been an accomplice every step of the way.