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The Big Emptiness, And How It Connects To The Rise Of Madness


Much of what happens in these times is, I am persuaded, the result of the collapse of religious sentiment all over the West.

He who has no faith needs to

a) believe in something, and

b) feel that he is good.

These two fundamental needs drive the madness of our times.

Lack of faith in a Creator must perforce lead many people to feeling alone in the world, utterly irrelevant, an absolute nobody in the great scheme of things, an insignificant speck of dust in an immense, heartless universe perpetuating its own absurdity. Gone is the feeling, known to every Christian, that he has infinite value in the eyes of an infinitely good Creator.

You are a joke of your DNA, pal, just like the ant you have just, inadvertently, finished squashing. When you’re gone, you’re gone. That’s it. Goodbye.

This creates a huge void, a void that must be filled by something. Animal “rights”, the Amazonian Forest, the lives of cows, the C-C-C-Climate C-C-C-Change, everything can be used as ersatz religion. This ersatz religion fulfills not only point a) above, but – perhaps more importantly for an atheist – point b), too. “I can be a joke of my DNA”, the atheists says, “but what I have is my g-g-g-goodness, which makes me so s-s-s- special!” Suddenly, they feel “worthy”, and their chosen bigotry is everything that stays between them and the total uselessness and absurdity of life as it must – if he only stops and thinks – appear to an atheist.

Suddenly, everything has a purpose, and causes such a fuzzy feeling. You are not anymore a 300 pound girl with 130,000 dollar in university debt, serving lattes at Starbucks, considered unwatchable even by Stevie Wonder, bitter, angry, bitchy, and otherwise repulsive in any way. You are now a warrior in a shining armour, full of zeal for the downtrodden, and so proud of your g-g-g-goodness.

You can be White and smash things to show you are on the side of Blacks (look at me! Look! At! Me! PLEASE!!).

You can be a total failure and feel like you are “changing the world”.

You can be the joke of everybody who knows you, but you are not a common loser anymore; you are a u-u-u-unique s-s-s-snowflake!

The sum of the individual madness of the losers, in turn, drives (some) corporate actions. It has become fashionable for people who sell pizza, or burgers, or organise sports games, or produce clothes, to tell us how they feel about political matters. Wendy’s donated hundreds of thousands to the wrong causes, and was rewarded (and… serves them right!) with the burning of one of their stores in Atlanta. It seems every last salesman must let us know what an activist he has become.

They are fake, and cowards; they are as un-American as they come. They should be boycotted whenever possible, all of them, starting from Wendy’s.  

And so it goes on and on. The constant outrage nourishes an entire outrage industry; everybody who does not care for decency and common sense wants a piece of it: failed people,failing publications, reckless politicians, stupid corporations, and atheist popes.

Yes, it then degenerates into looting. But for one who loots, there are fifty who just want to play the game of g-g-g-good, because playing the game is so vital to them.

This will go on for as long as the emptiness exists, because this is the ideal environment to make a protester out of a loser, and a looter out of a good-for-nothing.

As the last weeks have abundantly shown.





George Floyd And The Emotions’ Industry

Shocking. But it does not earn Paradise.


Read here of the woman who now sees George Floyd in the arms of the Blessed Virgin when she prays the rosary, and of the V-II style painting (the Blessed Virgin in a full embrace of a full-grown man; unusual at the least, I would say; I can’t remember seeing anything of the sort pre-V II; perhaps I am wrong) made by a friend of her.

Well, bully for her; but, even if this is a private revelation (it does not seem to be that, either) I am not bound to believe it and, actually, don’t. Still, I have a couple of reflections I would like to share with you.

George Floyd had, from what I know, had experiences as porn actor and had robbed a bank threatening a pregnant woman by pointing a gun to her belly. Predictably, he is now a “gentle giant” like that other paragon of behaviour, Michael Brown.

It seems a dark skin really washes away an awful lot of sins, at least if you ask the usual Social Justice Warriors.

On the day of his arrest and (let us repeat this: absolutely unjustified and brutal) death, George Floyd, the “gentle giant”, was high on drugs, and passing fake bills. He might, or might not, have tried to resist arrest (which, let us repeat it once again, would not for a moment justify the brutal, sadistic treatment his tormentor inflicted on him). All this does put a different light on his character in general, and on the “gentle” in “gentle giant” in particular.

What does this mean? It means that, at the moment of his arrest, the guy was in mortal sin for (as far as we know) at least two reasons: being high, an obvious mortal sin, and defrauding shopkeepers; which, though technically a different crime, must surely go under “thou shalt not steal” as the Commandments are not meant to be a Criminal Code and account for all cases of thieving behaviour like fraud, embezzlement, etc.

Now, let us start from these known facts to state three things:

  1. If George Floyd sincerely repented, with a perfect contrition, for his sins whilst under the knee of his tormentor, his sins were forgiven to him, he died at peace with the Lord and he avoided hell. I don’t know if he was a Catholic or a Protestant; but, considering his age, it is an easy bet to assume he was at least baptized.
  2. We all sincerely wish the guy’s eternal soul all the best, because we do not wish hell to anyone, no matter what his faults.
  3. In consideration of his horrible death and general Christian piety, I invite you to say an “eternal rest” for the poor b.. guy.

So, what has all this to do with the rosary-praying woman and the painting? The fact that, as so often in our effeminate society, the victim proceeds to be canonised by the public opinion, because it makes us feel so, so good…

It would be, actually, better for the man if Catholics would invite other Catholics to pray for his eternal soul (which, obviously, presupposes that you don’t know about his eternal destiny), rather than getting all emotional about the porn-acting, pregnant-woman-threatening, drug-using, shopkeeper-defrauding “gentle giant”. The original woman does, in fact, just that. But I bet three pints that this is not the message that comes across in the end. That message ends up being: “George Floyd is now safe in the maternal embrace of the Blessed Virgin”

God does not judge as the world does. But God does judge. It is, I think, wise to remind ourselves of this sobering truth when we hear of such emotional responses to the unjust death of a man whose soul appears to have been, merely 8 minutes and 43 seconds before his death, in a very dangerous state.



Unborn Baby Lives Matter



Every day, more than 2,000 baby lives are murdered in their mothers’ womb, in the US alone.

They are not held in a very dangerous position by a stupid Law Enforcement Officer. They do not die following cruel, but in the end merely aggressive, careless or very negligent behaviour. Nor are they culpable of anything. They don’t go around passing fake bills, they are not high on drugs, they don’t try to resist arrest. They are as innocent as anybody can and will ever be.

Still, they are wilfully killed in various ways.

In some cases, they are reached, in their mothers’ womb, by pieces of metals, scissors of various kind, or other implements, and cut to pieces. Then, their poor remains are extracted or sucked up in ways I cannot describe precisely, though I have cursorily read and can (barely) imagine the gruesome details.

The most peaceful of places, the most warm, nurturing, motherly space everybody of us has ever been in his life, is opened to the executioner, with the consent of the baby’s very mother.

I am not talking about negligence. I am not talking about abuse of power. I am talking about cold-blooded, calculated killing.

This happens thousands of times every day, in the very Country where George Floyd lived.

Where’s the leftist outrage?

These poor innocents are, more than proportionally, Blacks.

Where is Black Lives Matter?

We live in a very stupid world, where facts don’t count, numbers are racists, and emotion-fuelled media screaming is everything.

We need to wake up and start using our brains again.

Starting from November.

Nancy “Kente” Pelosi And Her Band of Walking Memes


Firstly, a warning: nowadays, everything must to go on for 8 minutes and 46 seconds exactly. Not one more, not one less. When you have breakfast, I suggest you make it go on for 8 minutes and 46 seconds exactly, “to honour George Floyd”. I am pretty sure this is the duration of Nancy Pelosi’s expensive ice cream sessions from her extremely expensive and, well, oh very white fridge. I would like to know how much an abortion procedure takes on average. We can then suggest to Nancy that she has her lunch – including very expensive ice cream dessert if needs be – go on for exactly the same time.

End of your lunch and of a human life, Mrs Pelosi. Are you satisfied?

Secondly, a suggestion: if you want to become a walking meme, try to impress the inhabitants of the Democratic Plantation by doing something that shows to the poor simpleton that their Democrat Overseers really, really care.

The warning and the suggestion were admirably combined by the elite echelons of the Dumbocrat Party yesterday, and the comic effect will remain forever.

Let us forget for a moment that, in a further comedy moment, Nancy couldn’t get up,  further raising the question whether she is far too old to make a joke of herself in this way, or actually to be Speaker of the House in the first place. This post is not about that.

The real news is the stupidity of using “cultural appropriation” (a big liberal no-no) for their pathetic exercise in tokenism, and the ultimate futility of it. The reaction, as you can see from the link, was not awaited for long, and drew anger and mockery from both the left and the right. They really had it coming.

This was really myopic, and certainly done on the spur of the moment; without any reflection about the countless, and ever increasing, rules of political correctness. Democrats hate “cultural appropriation”, and the more on the left they are, the more they hate it. These people are trying to impress a segment of the population that finds racism in absolutely everything, including Nancy being still alive. They should understand that, being White, there is nothing they can do that can appease the Black Communist Party; but the more they try to do it, the more they expose themselves as ridiculous, manipulative, pathetic tools in the eyes of many Democrats. Therefore, they keep digging a deeper and deeper hole around themselves, and think that somehow, magically, they will be able to jump out of it and appeal to the – largely White – moderate base they also desperately need.

A conservative President tends to drive the Democrats to the left, leaving too much space to the activist cooks, who then ruin the soup for the population at large. Ask Walter Mondale if you don’t believe me. Riots and disorders are also no great friends of the Democrats. They can excite the fringes, but they scare the middle ground. Also, there is no way to appease the fringes anyway. The likes of Black Lives Matter and assorted extremist movements will never be happy with her, will always ask for more concession from her, will ultimately criticise her merely for being part of the White Democrat Establishment. Nancy and her merry band of Walking Memes are playing a stupid game.

This is like scratching mosquito bites. A very short sense of relief is followed by a bigger sense of discomfort. The Democrat Overseers scratched their bites with this stunt, but the discomfort will go on, and become more painful.

They are playing a game without possibility of victory, and they are playing even that in a very stupid way.

Nancy, you should have stayed near your fridge.



With Rioters Like This One, There Is Not Much To Fear

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