The United Kingdom is a heathenish, Christless Country. People's concerns are largely material. When they call themselves “spiritual”, they usually mean how beautiful and profound they feel they are. There are exceptions, but what I have described is the norm.
This heathenish thinking extends to the time before death. Every now and then you read of “brave” people who, once told they are going to prematurely kick the bucket, decide to “do something”. Normally, this something is linked with “fun” (the Paris alcohol binge), or with something “they wanted to do” (the exotic travel) or with someone “they wanted to meet” (a spiritual giant of our time like, say, an actor).
It is as if their spiritual (and otherwise) dumbness would want to cling to them until death, not even the announcement of the end to come being enough for a much-needed realignment of priorities. It is, in fact, fair to say that in an age in which fun and self-centredness are a religion, people who focus on those on their last stretch are considered examples worthy of following, as if they were the pious faithful of our time. A great waste of immortal souls, sadly, as the announcement of his impending demise is the last massive opportunity for, say, an atheist to send his brains into overdrive and (with God's grace) start working on his salvation until there's time.
Nor is there any warning, anywhere, of the judgment to come. People who die positively unable to think – and to publicly say they do – about their judgment are called “courageous”, when all generations before ours would have called them foolish. But hey, they launched a hashtag that made an awful lot of people of every conceivable degree of stupidity feel good with themselves. Isn't it wonderful?
And by the way: is it surprising? Nowadays even the Pope tries to make you march to your death without thinking of judgment; unless he suggest that you become a member of the Communist Party perhaps, because Jesus was kinda lika sorta Lenin, no?
The way we die is a very good indication of the rest of our – infinitely long – existence.
In a heathenish time, you see these indications all the time, whilst the press applauds.
Pagans ask their colleagues what they will do for Christmas, and talk excitedly on their own plans.
Atheists proudly wear “Christmas jumpers”.
Pubs and Restaurants invite to book the “Christmas lunch” months in advance.
You receive cards with “Season's Greetings”. What on earth is this? Did you send me a card for the 21 of June?
Half of Christmas mentions have to do with stress: gifts to buy, things to do, traffic. And do you go anywhere on holiday for Christmas? They say Paris is so romantic this time of the year..
“Christmas Party” at work has become synonymous with drunkenness, or even debauchery.
Can't wait for TMAHICH telling us that “Christmas is social justice” or such unspeakable, secular, populist rubbish.
Christmas is disappearing from the radar screen as the roads become more congested by the year. It is becoming a thin varnish of no one knows what anymore. The very name is endangered, and the “winter tree” very probably upon us.
Our very own shepherds help in this. To them, Christ is a glorified “community organiser”, or a “life trainer”.
Say it again?
What am I going to do for Christmas?
I am going to Mass, ass….!
The recent post concerning the heathen masquerading as a Dominican got me thinking a bit more in general.
There is no news of the parishioners of that disgraceful heathen masquerading as a Dominican leaving the parish in droves. I have not read any condemnation coming from local newspapers, or from his bishop. Clearly, in the nuChurch of Vatican II the denial of Christ is business as usual.
I wonder, then, what would it take to wake these people up. And so, I think, should you.
If covering Christ in church so as not to disturb people who are offended by His very sight, in His very home, does not suffice, what would? A priest celebrating Hanukkah? (Oh, wait!), or Ramadan? (Oh! wait!), or allowing a Buddha statue to be posed on a Catholic altar and worshipped? (Oh, wait!)
If this too does not work, what, then? Pope Francis smoking dope in public? They'd think it very cool. Pope Francis officiating a Pinocchio Mass? Oh well, he did it as a Cardinal and “the Holy Ghost wanted him to become Pope” anyway. Pope Francis officiating a Tango Mass? Oh, but our merciful Bishop of Rome loves obscene dances, don't you know?
In short: two generations of dumbing down Catholicism to “God loves ya” Kindergarten stuff level have created sheep who are so uninstructed, or stupid, or presumptuous, or all three together, that there is almost no scandal a priest or even a Pope could not get away with. The official, automatic reaction will always be that he is the priest, or the Pope, and therefore what he does must have his own reasons, and happen with full consent and the quality seal of the Holy Ghost.
I do not see any other possible reaction to this than by being very vocal, brutally so if needs be, about the Truth. Vocal enough, and brutal enough, that at least some of the faithful – the ignorant, rather than the dumb, and certainly not the presumptuous – may be suddenly woken up by the symbolic slap in the face they receive by reading some good, old, unpleasant truths without much fluffing around. A faggot is a faggot. A heretic is a heretic. An infidel is an infidel. Calling faggots “gays” etc. does not change reality one bit; it only helps one to ignore it.
Another element that I find necessary is ridicule. Much as the sensitive souls are scandalised by anything that goes beyond the slightest sign of respectful disapprobation, ridicule is a weapon that was always employed against the enemy, and whose great effectiveness has been recognised since the dawn of time. As there is no enemy worse or more worth fighting than… the Enemy, then ridicule must be employed liberally as a result. Unfortunately I do not see around anywhere near what I think is necessary, particularly referred to TMAHICH; which is another reason why I keep posting about the subject, and the man, the way I do.
The vast majority of Catholics are dumb sheep. Ignorant, stupid, or arrogant. I suspect that in most cases, you could veil Christ and give the church over to Jews for their own heathen worship, and they wouldn't bat an eyelid. The way you open their eyes – or at least try – is by being very blunt, and covering heretics and heathens of all sorts under a truckload of ridicule.
When the “cool” effect is gone, a lot will be achieved. When the masses realise that this Pope is massively criticised by orthodox Catholics, we will be in with a chance. When proud skirt-chasing bishops are shamed in public, lessons might be learned for the next appointment. When heathen Rabbinic Dominicans are shamed and ridiculed, their bishops or superiors might start to take a harder look at their own people. When it is a shame to attend in the church of a Jew masquerading as a Dominican, the sensible souls will eventually open their eyes and attend somewhere else.
This is not tea and scones. This is not about the weather. This is a war. A war waged for the conquest of countless souls, including our very own ones. Every soul is a battlefield. Everyone who takes a seat in front of the keyboard is taking part in the battle, whether it is fought by him or for him. This is not the time for pussyfooting. Heathen is who heathen does, heretic is who heretic does, and the like.
Think of this, and reflect that every soul is more worth than the entire universe, and will exist forever when the universe is long gone. Then, you have the idea of the importance of this very old, but always new war.
The war is ultimately won already, but only as a final result. There is no guarantee we shall see any meaningful victory in our lifetime. Actually, we could live to see utter defeat in entire continents before we die.
Our generation may die defeated in our own continents and lifetime. But please, please let us not allow this to happen because we were afraid of saying “faggot” or “dyke”, or refrained from mocking a Pope not averse to show himself in public in what can only be called facial clown attire, or found it unpleasant to call a Heathenish Dominican a Heathen.
On this earth, we may win or lose. But let us not fight with a hand tied behind our back, and afraid of offending the enemy.
I am informed that an old retired pastor (mad; or evil; or both) of a wannabe “Christian” sect “pulled a bonze” by giving fire to himself in a parking lot. He died some time later, very probably after atrocious suffering. It is not difficult to say that with great probability his sufferings are just at the beginning, and will have no end.
The 79 year old nutcase (or evil old man; or both) was – how can you get this wrong? – an advocate of sodomitical behaviour and other things that occupy so much of the time of people who have forgotten God (the usual stuff, so I won't bore you with that…). I never can avoid to notice Satan always leaves a trace of himself in the people who support his causes.
The man was clearly, at least to an extent, the product of his environment: the website of his wannabe Christian sect quotes the Bible – as the Devil himself does – to justify all kind of blasphemy and wrong behaviour, and reassures their deluded readers not only that using oneself as a human match isn't wrong, but also that it is wrong to say that such a blasphemy merits damnation. Which clearly means these idiots haven't had anything in common with Christianity for a long time; hence the human match within their ranks.
Now, let us see in how many ways these people aren't Christian: the obsession with earthly issues in this vale of tears, the open support to sexual perversion – an obvious tool of Satan to get souls to him -, the open and public – and carefully planned, since you ask, and long thought after – suicide, which in the ranking of the offences to God comes even before sodomy; the horrible way of committing such an offence, again indicative of a deeply disturbed, masochistic, unnatural mentality and of an ideological subservience to the ways of mad heathens; and then, dulcis in fundo, even the condemnation of those who will condemn the satanic, but highly inflammable pastor.
Summa summarum: these people are a bunch of perverts who have perverted Christianity to make it serve their own satanic madness. From their fruits – including the smell of burnt – you will recognise them. Truly satanic, both the man and the mentality of this heathen sect masquerading as Christians.
Beware of heathen dressed as Pastors.
Preventive note to the readers:
“But Mundabor, Mundabor!” – my occasional readers will say – “you are right in what you say, and all that, but should you not have some more respect for the poor bastard? Where is your chariteeee?”
Erm, no. And if you think this, my dear occasional reader, you are reading the wrong blog, and I can only suggest that you either open your big blue eyes, or bring the experience of this blog behind you.
What this man has done is truly satanical. There is no way I can condone or find any positive “angle” in an act like this. But what is truly alarming is to see that this act has found a fertile humous in the thinking of the sect of heathen calling themselves Christians among which this man has wasted his existence.
Evil must be fought not only with condemnation, but with ridicule. In times of peace, no other weapon is more effective. The Devil knows it very well, hence the Long March of the perverts to have every mockery of them classified as “hate”.
Evil must be fought with ridicule, not false compassion. This cretin should have dozen of macabre jokes inspired by the atrocity he has committed, and be buried in ridicule after he has burnt itself in iniquity. For every one who commits suicide, other ten on the brink of it are led one step nearer to their damnation. Open condemnation and biting mockery are the way, not the false compassion that generates more suicidies.
If there is one thing that is easy to observe in those who carry out suicides is their extreme concern for what people will think of them after the fact. Exactly as suicide is an act of supreme, blasphemous selfishness, the concern of the suicidal man for his own name is, normally, highly increased. Again, the thought of the condemnation and ridicule that will befall the memory of them can do much to help them not to commit such a gesture, whilst the oily and sanctimonious “compassion” of the usual non-judgmental crowd will positively help them on the way to their damnation.
As this case of wannabe suicidal bonze amply demonstrates.
I had noticed already that Christmas has become more and more a commercial exercise here in Blighty, but I was not prepared for what happened very recently.
Walking out of a well-frequented train station I saw some young people dressed as Father Christmas and distributing mince pies, a typical Christmas fare these parts. Of course, this was far too early in the year considering we still write October; but this is not even the beginning of the mess.
Together with the mince-pie leaflets were distributed, and a company was promoting its own Christmas offer. You’d think Christmas Caroles, and pudding, and punch, and all that.
What they were promoting was a sort of “fun day” for groups of people obviously unaware ( or uncaring) of what Christmas is about in the first place. There was a disco-entertainment being offered before the eating and various other utterly profane activities. I threw the thing straight in the next bin with a somewhat energetic movement; too late I realised the leaflet would have been, on reflection, occasion for some entertaining remarks on the blog.
This simply gives you the full measure of the point things have come to.