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Sacraments And Language In The Time Of Francis (Part 2).

Horrible details are now emerging about the controversial December meeting of Francis with the seminarians, about which I have already reported.

We have now detailed news about:

1. The language he used, and

2. The “duty” of forgiveness.

It seems that, on that day, Francis might have had a couple too many fernet.

’The priest, the seminarian, the minister must be ‘close’. Close to whom? To the girls of the parish? And some of them are, they are close, then they get married, that’s fine”.

What a vulgar joke about a priest’s mistress, more vulgar because from a priest, most vulgar b3cause from the pope.

Just as gravely, several occurrences of “f” word really show the guy is a first-class boor. Try this:

“fucking careerists who fuck up the lives of others”

I have left the entire words, because I want this man’s vulgarity to be known in its entirety. No, don’t tell me “we don’t know”, or “it’s all rumours”. It is now confirmed that several, basically identical reports of the meeting exist. The guy was either at his boorish best, which is extremely grave, or he was drunk. Frankly, I don’t know what is worse.

The forgiveness part is, also, now confirmed verbatim.

From the linked article:

“if we see that there is no intention to repent, we must forgive all. We can never deny absolution, because we become a vehicle for an evil, unjust, and moralistic judgement”.

If you listen to Francis’ newly minter religion, a priest always has to give absolution, irrespective of even repentance and sincere proposit of not sinning anymore in future. If he doesn’t, he is judgmental and moralistic. The dirt that must reside in the mind of this man does not bear thinking

The gravity of this is immediately apparent. It makes one wonder what Francis thinks that Christianity is in the first place. This seems like the kind of thing that makes absolutely everything about religion useless, because if a Catholic has a right to absolution even without repentance, then it seems difficult to see why anybody else should be refused heaven. Plus, if the sacraments are a mockery, then the entire fabric of religion is a mockery, too. This is the kind of stuff a Pope who has long lost the faith – if he ever had it – would say.

Mind, Francis had already given hints of his attitude, and I remember him one mentioning that a faithful might say in the confessional “I will sin again” and still get absolution. But this is more explicit still.

Honestly, I think he might well have been drunk, or at least more than tipsy. I think it because I think that Francis was the same boor every day of his pontificate, but it is now the first time that he uses such language in an official occasion.

That the scandal was great is shown from the fact that, one month later, the story is still around. With right, people are now demanding from the Vatican an official explanation and an official reiteration of Catholic doctrine.

I also allow myself to say that this, once again, confirms a pattern of vulgarity I have already highlighted several times. Remember the Italian “c” word in St Peter’s square? As I often stated, this kind of word does not “escape” a person unless this person is accustomed to use it. A person, and he the Pope, who is able to repeatedly use very vulgar words in front of his own seminarians is, exactly, a person for whom the use of heavy profanities has become so normal, that he will use these utterances – either because propelled by alcohol, or by arrogance – as a matter of course.

If it wasn’t, at least in part, alcohol, then it was 100% arrogance. It was the sober, coldly evil – and childish at the same time – attitude of thinking “I will do this just to show you I can”. This is, again, vintage Francis.

May the Lord free us from this scourge soon, and inspire the Cardinals to give us a successor who at least tries to remedy as much of the damage as he can.

The Punishment.

Yeah, let’s drink….

The Bishops you have appointed eagerly embrace the heresies of the day. The Cardinals you have appointed shut up when confronted with open, manifest heresy.

Your successor does exactly the same of what you wanted to do, but he has all the energy you never had. You thought he would listen to you, but he certainly doesn’t. In fact, he is at pain to always make clear how different he is from you.

The wave of conversions and vocations that your actions have spurned is gone. Your greatest “achievement”, which you never had the guts to properly enforce, is openly fought against, and you have to see with your own eyes as the attempt at total demolition become public.

Perhaps you thought, in some more honest hour, about how much you could have done, had you decided to die at your place. Perhaps you thought, when your conscience assailed you during sleepless nights, that an 85 years old should not be worried about what he can do for his health as much as what he can do for Christ.

Perhaps you bitterly regretted your step. Perhaps you begged God for forgiveness, for fleeing for fear of the wolfes. Perhaps you understood that those long years watching the demolition of even that little that you did right were a punishment, the amply deserved punishment for the sin of cowardice, for abandoning the post in the hour of the enemy’s assault. Perhaps your tears were bitter, and your sorrow sincere.

But then, why did you praise to the skies the work of your successor? Why did you give not only one, but at least two interviews in which you openly approved of the work of your successor; a circumstance the more humiliating, as your successor never made a mystery of what he thought of your work?

I understand that an open criticism of your successor would have caused a major uproar; but many other ways were open to you – from books to theological articles to interviews – to reiterate the true teaching without openly, undiplomatically pointing the finger to the one who betrayed them.

You did not do any of this. You swam with the flow.

Again.

It is easy to say “Jesus, I love you” on the deathbed.

It is far more difficult to show this love in deed, when it hurts.

May you be, one day, in the company of the angels. May the Lord have given you the strength to sincerely repent of both your desertion and your complicity with the work of your successor. May we all, one day, rejoice together in the company of Christ.

But if the 10 years-long punishment hasn’t opened your eyes, I frankly don’t know what would, and what would allow you to die a very eloquent, highly intelligent, very prayerful deserter.

Pray For Benedict, The Tragic Pope Who Fled For Fear Of The Wolves.

The earthly journey of Pope Emeritus Benedict XVI is now coming to an end. The latest I have heard is that he can still assist to mass, but if his condition is called “serious” we all know how this is, most likely, going to end in the next few days.

The legacy that the man will leave is, if you allow me to be so blunt, a total failure (in execution, but most likely not in intention) with the addition of Summorum Pontificum; a measure, the last one, in which Benedict also managed to fail as he was spectacularly AWOL when the most difficult part (the enforcement) came.

The report on the homosexuality in the Church, which he himself commissioned, and on which he, once again, refused to act, is the other, tragic, pole of his Papacy. I consider the latter the most grave failing of his Pontificate, even worse than his very weak defence of Summorum Pontificum. But there are other issues about which I prefer to speak now, when he is still alive.

Benedict was, if you ask me, the controlled opposition to the dominant V II HomoChurch. Having flirted with heresy himself in his youth (as always in his life, as a moderate heretic, a position of sub-zero risk in the Church of those years), he progressively recovered – in a journey that went on for decades and completed, if it really completed, only when he was Pope – a more orthodox understanding of his place in the great scheme of things. But he never was the guy who would do anything forceful.

Those Cardinals who made him Pope (yes, my dear readers: it’s the Cardinals, not the Holy Ghost, who elect the Pope) evidently knew very well that the man depicted in the secular press as a (ahem) German Pastor eager to defend the Church was, in reality, an already old, already frail man, with less desire for battles than he had ever had in his life, and with an extraordinary propensity for being manipulated, ignored, or openly disobeyed without any consequence. They knew very well that the guy was, again, controlled opposition, giving a facade of austerity and seriousness whilst the Homo Party went on undisturbed. The result was the extraordinary admission of being afraid of fleeing for fear of the wolves. Something which, as it is abundantly clear now, the man actually did.

And a man of the power apparatus Benedict, as expected, was. His appointments of bishops and cardinals were atrocious. The German Shepherd was the obedient lapdog of the dominant groups within the Vatican. The problems we have now are also caused by almost eight years of such appointments.

The weakness of character (which should have advised him to simply ask the Cardinals to pick someone else) was his greatest weakness. Vanity was the second.

It was, if you ask me, vanity – however he might have called it – that led a Pope fleeing from the wolves, and likely obsessed by his fear of being remembered as such, to stress that he was not actually fleeing by – and this is not casual – clinging to the title and the pomp. How much better for him would have been to request to be sent, with the title his successor would deem fit, in some monastery in the extremely beautiful corner of the planet where he was born, and to live there a life in prayer. But no: the failure of his Pontificate, the actual absence of the balls required to simply do his job, had to be hidden behind a veil of gravitas, keeping the title (in a way common, in Italy, to Professors, and which Benedict knew perfectly well) as he was relinquishing the job. A Professor who retires is called Emeritus to allow him to get the honour of the position when he does not have the job anymore. Benedict invented for himself a way of doing exactly the same himself. The issues that this engendered are well-known and, whilst they are totally unfounded, it cannot be said that Benedict made things easier.

Now, let me come to the main event: the fleeing.

If you look at my blog posts of those times, you will see that I had given the man the benefit of the doubt, thinking – very rationally, if you ask me, and avoiding the sin of detraction – that he had decided to resign because he knew that he did not have the physical strength to keep doing the job, something also influenced by the sad spectacle offered by the last years of John Paul II. I stay behind everything that I have written at the time, and consider it, to this day, the most logical reading of the events.

I changed my mind about it – and persuaded myself that the man was, actually, fleeing all the time, and a water carrier of the “progressive guys” all his life – when I saw the unconditional approval Benedict gave to the obviously heretical pontificate of Francis. This, my friends, is not the behaviour of a man who is strong in spirit, but decides to leave the office so that others may continue his work with the necessary energy. This is the behaviour of a yes-man who will do whatever it takes, even with approaching judgment, in order to be seen as an obedient wheel of the apparatus. This is the guy who will never, ever rock the boat.

Ratzinger was never a leader. In typical German fashion, he was born a follower. The job offered to him in 2005 was the possibly most unsuited to his character and inclinations. He could not have changed his character, but he could, and should, have recognised that he was absolutely not cut for the job. Whatever excuse he gave to himself (“the will of the Lord” and such like), let me tell you that, is you ask me, vanity, again, was in play.

A career as a theologian based on heresy-light. Then a pontificate as a fake hard guy. Then a post-pontificate (in itself a problem) marked by complicity with evil.

This is the legacy of Joseph Ratzinger; the man who always managed to do it safely, comfortably wrong.

He is, now, very near to that terrible moment, the moment that awaits all of us. I will pray with all my heart that he may die at peace with the Lord, as I wish for myself and, my dear readers, for all of you.

“Listening”, Or: The Rigid And Hateful Blog Post

Brutally “homophobic” saint. Wasn’t “listening”, apparently…

When I was a little child, I was taught my prayers, and the Commandments. I was taught about heaven and hell, the serpent and the apple, Noah and the Ark.

When I grew up I grow more acquainted with the concept of sin. As temptations came to become a part of my daily life, I already knew what Christianity said about them.

Nobody, not as a child or as an adult, ever, taught me to “listen to the Spirit”.

The fact is: there is nothing to listen. What there is to do is learn and obey. Everybody knew it.

Where I grew up, people accepted Christianity, or they refused it. When they sinned, they knew they had sinned. They did not stand up, their ear in the wind, trying to “listen” whether, from some faraway cloud, someone would tell them that Christianity is what they wanted to hear. Even sinners had, in those days, a fundamental, basic honesty. Even Atheists were not expecting that the Church changes her teaching.

You get it, or you don’t. But you don’t try to create your own “Chinese knockoff” brand of Catholicism.

That fundamental honesty is, clearly, absent from the mind of those people promoting and celebrating the ever-synoding synod on eternally-synoding synodality.

These people lack even the basic, fundamental honesty of the atheist who simply answers “no”, but has at least the basic decency of not trying to change the question.

Not so for the “listening” people. They think that, for some mysterious reason, the Holy Ghost managed not to be heard, for two thousand years straight. A remarkable feat of incompetence, this, that the Listening People are all to eager to, finally, correct.

I picture them all in circle: silent, standing, listening. Christianity is, clearly, not up their street, but they don’t want to admit it. Rather, they listen, and wait for the wind (or the extremely incapable at communicating, but suddenly so eloquent, Holy Ghost) to finally, finally tell them all they wanted to hear.

Ssssshhhh…..

Listen……

Fornication. Adultery. Homosexuality. Sodomy. Abortion….

Can’t you hear it…?

It’s all fine now! The “Spirit” has spoken! Praise the Lord!!!

Ah, how liberating! The “Spirit”, finally, found a way to be heard! All those people of the past, the great saints and the great martyrs, and all those who lived and died in the old, antiquated, rigid faith of yesteryear…. they were good people, really….. But they just weren’t listening! From Francis (the good one) to Padre Pio, and from Augustine to Thomas, they were all barking at the wrong tree, because they weren’t “listening” and the poor “spirit” was unable to make them do it!

Thank God, we now have the Special Turbo Discernment with FrancisBooster, which allows us to really, really get it! Sixty generations were wrong, but we are most undoubtedly right! If you don’t believe it, you must be a rigid Pelagianist!

This, and much more, these idiots call listening.

I call this, and all “listening”, subversion, and a shameless, overt one at that. I call them faithless and, very often, worse than that. I call them unrepentant sinners, and tools of Satan. I call them perverts, because it takes a special evil energy to want to sabotage what God Himself has established.

I hate Communists. I hate abortionists. I hate the woke troops with the green metallic hair. I hate the tattooed prophets of environmental doom.

But the “listening” people, I despise them the most.

There is nothing to listen.

There is only to learn, and obey.

Male And Female He Created Them

One of the most surprising things for those in our church who bar transgender people from the sacraments, and try to negate their existence, will be meeting the many holy transgender people in heaven, already participating in the heavenly banquet, the last finally made first.

Father Georgina

I don’t need to tell you where this quote is from, because there is no prize for guessing that this is, in fact, out of the degenerate and disturbing mind of Father Georgina.

This is wrong in so many ways it is difficult to know where to start.

A so-called “transgender” (to me and you: a *man* so possessed by evil that he thinks he belongs to the other *sex*;, or, alternatively, but much more rarely, a *man* so raving mad that he thinks the same) is the very epitome, the most disturbing visual evidence of what rebellion to God does to a *man*.

This man (let us imagine, for a moment, that this particular freak case is a man thinking he is a woman; there probably is the opposite madness, too, but I think it’s more rare) cannot bring himself to accept the very first, most elementary characteristic of his physical being: that God made him a man.

This rebellion becomes, then, so extreme that this man goes to an extraordinary length to try to excise, eliminate, eradicate the very (physical) essence of what he is. From hormone treatments, or rather poisoning, to silicone implants, to amputation, this *guy* will take shocking steps to maim and deform himself into a freak show, battling all his life the most evident way God made him.

Male and female He created them.

Someone should inform Father Georgina.

It does not end there, of course. How many of these people are, in fact, prostitutes for people with extremely perverted tastes I don’t know, but they must be many. I wonder what Father Georgina makes of that. Our fault, I suppose. Strange, I thought God forces no one to commit evil. But then again you must, in order to believe that, believe in God in the first place.

Where it often really ends is, of course, in suicide. I don’t know exactly how such statistics are compiled, but the figures, that you can easily find around, showing that a staggering number of these people commit suicide (say: 80%), is another indication that, when Father Georgina dies, he will discover he is, indeed, in the company of a lot of trannies, but not quite in the place he told us they would be.

Suicide is, is in the end, the most evident and definitive form of rebellion to God. That a person whose rebellion has already gone to the point of amputation and disfiguration should end his rebellion with self-destruction is only the natural end of the trajectory. Not only is the obsessive evil driving these *men* naturally inclined towards such end result; but, in fact, this end result is actively promoted and suggested to the conscience of the disfigured *men* by the very devil, who wants to secure the prey for himself as soon as may be, lest – which, rarely, will also happen – the so disfigured man should, by God’s grace, wake up to his madness and recover sanity.

If a trannie can so easily rejoice in heaven, then why not a Satanist? In what is the rebellion to God of a Satanist less definitive, life-transforming, actually life-informing, than the one of a trannie?

No. It does not work that way. Bar repentance, such a radical rebellion must end in radical punishment. Every trannie who, able to think for himself, dies in the persuasion that he is a member of the other sex, and therefore obviously and openly rebelling to God, must end where all such rebels end. There is no way you can turn this on its head, as it would be tantamount to making a mockery of Christianity itself.

It’s repentance or hell. It’s dying at peace with Christ or hell. There is no exception for obsessive perverts.

But no, we are asked to believe that heaven is that inclusive place where everybody gathers after death (or suicide), and where, it is implied, we discover that we were wrong, together with 2000 years of Christianity.

I don’t know what toys this man has at home, but I don’t think they are model cars.

As for me I will have Christianity, thanks.

Immense Insolence, Or: Frankie Explains How Lacking Christianity Is.

This guy really is a threat to my health, as there are moments (like, you know, one minute ago) where he causes such an adrenaline spike that I think my lever is cussing at me as I write this.

It appears that, yesterday, the Evil Clown had a message for the Day of the Illegal Immigrant Scrounger, or something of the sort. He profited from the occasion to show us, once again, how much he despises the Church.

Frankie is, it appears, persuaded that – fasten your seat belts – other religions are an immense opportunity for our spiritual growth.

Read it again and understand what the statement means: Christianity is insufficient and gravely deficient for our spiritual growth. Christ gave us an amputated, underdeveloped spirituality, which, in itself, can never “accompany you” on your way to “spiritual growth “. However, you still have the immense opportunity of the “spirituality” of infidels.

If I thought the guy was drunk, or demented, or at least extremely stupid, I would be less enraged. But no, Francis isn’t as dumb that he can believe this stuff. He hates and despises the Church and tries to undermine it every time he open that darn, satanic mouth of his.

Sadly, we are now more than nine months after the much discussed operation, and there is no sign of a fast approaching departure of this guy towards his, very likely atrocious, “reward”.

I will tell you what I’ll do.

I will enjoy this beautiful morning, and the Friday. I will try to pray more and more fervently. I will ask the Lord to free us from this scourge.

And I will go on with my life knowing that God will not be mocked, and this guy will be made to pay for his immense insolence.

No Shit, Sherlock! Or: Judgment In The Age Of The Alphabet.

The most atrocious of fake UK non-Catholic “c”atholic magazines has aired its views about how, in their own estimation, the laity of the Church in the UK looks at the way the Church deals with perverts. The rag the opinion that, always according to fake Catholics, the Church is judgmental and condemning.

No shit, Sherlock!

At Her very core, the Church is to do with judgment. This is, in fact, the reason why the Church exist in the first place. It’s called the Barque because it is there to help the faithful not to drown. To criticise the Church for being judgmental is to criticise her for the crime of existing. To blame her for being condemning is to demand that She makes the work of Satan.

How rotten this “catholic laity” is, is already seen by the fact that, if you listen to them, the Church is undermining her very own legitimacy for the very act of doing Her job.

This is, basically, perverts and their friends stating that they question the legitimacy of a Church daring to be the Church. Let that sink in, and reflect on what it says of these people.

Go right on, you bunch of deviants. Go away from the Church and make your own non-judgmental sect, or else join the army of dying, mickey-mouse sects already crowding the fake Christian space: Presbyterians, so-called CoE, Quackers (a couple of dozen still exist somewhere), non-denominational sects, or the like!

Go where you won’t be judged. Disappear in PC, inclusive, sodomy-affirming, trannie-encouraging cuckoo land. But don’t keep polluting the Bride of Christ with your perverted, truly judgmental, truly God-defying, thinking.

And oh, I forgot….

You will be judged anyway.

When it is too late.

Bucket List? Meet Frankie, The Wannabe Celebritee

At least he was drunk, and no Pope…

The Evil Clown went to a leftist TV show in Italy and spouted the usual nonsense. I will leave what he said for another post. First, I would like to focus on what he did.

The very fact that a Pope would appear on a TV show for the entertainment of the masses is, in itself, an indication of how bad things have become. Even if – incredibile dictu – Francis had gone there and had told nothing wrong, his action would still have been worthy of condemnation for the banalisation of the office such a stunt most obviously represents.

Also, I cannot avoid noticing that even a jokester full of himself like this one had never, in his quest for easy popularity and in his desire to show how much he hates the church, stooped as low as this. This truly is a first.

I wonder what happens next. My pint goes on his apparition in a cooking show, his being active as a judge on “dancing with the stars”, his being shipped into some strange island for a reality show, and his dancing the tango in St Peter’s square with an old, Argentinian, transsexual prostitute to crown it all with the smell of very smelly sheep. The old idea – of which I think he would have been capable – of dancing in a tutu in St Peter’s square is likely off the table now, as no one knows what kind of tubes would become visible.

Who on earth would behave the way this clown is behaving? One who does not believe in the sacredness of his role as a Pope, because he just does not believe in God; one who delights in scandalising Catholics, because he hates them; one who desires to throw as much mud on the Church as he can, because he despises Her; and – possibly, but without hoping too much – one who is going through his hateful “bucket list” as long as he has the ability to do so.

If the latter is the case, we must prepare ourselves for even more horrible stuff, because this guy has already shown that he has no decency, no dignity, and no shame. His entire Pontificate has been a horror Francisshow in which his own, peculiar – others might say satanical – world view has been put on show countless times, and by which the only boundaries that were put to his antics were his fear to be deposed – alas, our Bishops and Cardinals are too cowardly for that – and his desire to keep a certain “profile” in order to better damage the Church he so much hates.

If, however, he is terminally ill, then both issues are going to become moot points. Whatever he does, there will be no time to depose him; and if he sees he can no longer influence much – because the funeral director is already discreetly asking what his favourite wood is – there is really no deterrent to the Trannie Tango anymore.

Still, we should draw hope from wherever we can. This last breaking of an obvious papal taboo could – please, God!! – really mean that the guy is on his way out – and, most likely, down – and wants to use his last months to become what he always wanted to be: an icon of transgression and a leftist “celebrity”.

At this point, I don’t even care if the guy sings the “International” with all the air he has left in his 1.5 lungs. I don’t care if he starts giving sex counseling on the radio. I don’t care if he wants to sing “Bandiera Rossa” (search it up!) on primetime TV.

I hope he dies soon, and I hope – I sincerely do – that God gives him the grace to save his sorry, atheist, commie ass from damnation in the end.

This guy is more outrageous when sober, than Yeltsin was when drunk.

And Yeltsin wasn’t Pope, either.

The Unsinkable Azzam

The boat you see above is the Azzam, apparently the biggest motor yacht on the planet.

It is a beautiful, beautiful boat. Everything in it was made to be at the top, and you can imagine that its rich owner and his guests are not the kind of people who are easily satisfied.

It is, in everything, a magnificent boat.

Now let us imagine that for some strange concourse of circumstances (say: he is the brother of the owner’s mistress) some vulgar, extremely arrogant, spiteful guy were to become the captain of this vessel. The Captain would make the lives of all those around him miserable. He would likely surround himself with a crew a bad as himself. He would take any occasion to inconvenience the guests of the vessel.

If this happened, would anything change in the ship itself? Would Azzam become less magnificent just because of the captain who, due to unfavourable circumstances, is now in command?

No. The vessel would remain exactly the same; its beauty intact, its craftsmanship just as beautiful, its substance unchanged. With a bad captain and a bad crew, you would soon notice that the vessel looks more tired and is not in the shape it was designed to be. But the magnificence would remain the same.

Our captain is arrogant, stupid, does not understand anything of navigation, and hates the ship and everyone in it. Still, the magnificence of the vessel remains exactly the same and he will not be able to do worse than keeping it dirt and oily and greasy.

But the boat is still wonderful. And it is unsinkable.

Next time you hear this boor vomiting heresy out of his lewd mouth, think of the magnificence of the Barque, and that he cannot do anything to it besides leaving some grease, oil and dirt.

Faithful, Whatever The Cost

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For those of you who don’t know, Sanremo is a beautiful city on the Italian Riviera, known as “the city of flowers”. If you are on holiday in Italy, you can do much worse than Sanremo.

Sanremo is, now, in the Catholic news because of a local Benedictine community. These brave Catholic monks have read Traditionis Custodes. Then they have looked at their own Constitution, which was approved by Rome. I suspect they have also made one consideration or two regarding the potential luciferian influence on a certain guy known to us all.

After these considerations, the monks have decided, before Christmas, that it’s not going to happen and they are going to go on as usual. In January, the Prior, Father de Belleville, reiterated the refusal and said the Monks are going to “remain faithful, whatever the cost”.

The monks have also issued an appeal to other similar orders, encouraging them to do the same.

Boy, it looks like the good monks are really Catholic! Francis will get the conniptions, no doubt about that!

This will be one to watch. Francis has likely thought that the TLM communities all over would just shut up and obey. If this does not happen, he will have to lose face (provided he ever had one) or enforce his tyrannical diktat. Then it might get really funny, because if the Friars remain hard (I suppose they will: a monk tends to be different from a politician, or a Bishop) there is no way Francis can force them, and any action against them will be doomed to fail.

What can Francis do? Smash them on the street? Him, the popeofmercy ™ himself, doing such a thing? It would not look good. Still, if he tries, the Monks will receive more support and money than they will ever need, in no time. Heck, they might even – depending from the legal framework governing their organisation – bring the monastery and all the real estate with them! That would be really fun!

The history of the Church shows us that, whenever a tyrant tries to persecute Her, there is always a minority of hardcore faithful who ruin the party for him. Whether Diocletian or Julian the Apostate, Henry VIII or Paul VI, there were always the St Lucia’s, the Moores, the Fishers or the Lefebvres of the day to make sure everyone – even the tyrant of the day – knows what is what.

I am trying to translate the lawful and righteous resistance of the good Monks in colloquial English, and one expression that comes to mind is “shut up, bitch!”; albeit I am absolutely sure that the good monks, whatever their thoughts on Francis’ canine tendencies, would never express themselves in that way. Never. Ever.

Never mind. I will do it for them. You are welcome.

Let us pray for the good monks. Gloria TV, which had the news (I can’t link now) will certainly report on the further developments and the coordinates for donations if the need arises.

Faithful, whatever the cost. An encouragement for us all.

Die soon, evil clown. Haste on your way to the place the Lord’s Justice has appointed for you.

May you enjoy it, and its delights, for all eternity.

Pope Frankie Goes Full Proddie.

Our Catholic Faith is not merely an intellectual, or even spiritual, exercise. It is an experience that involves our hearts, our minds, and our senses.

Travel to Rome and notice how most historic churches are an assault on the senses. The smell of incense, the statues, the paintings, the music that someone might be playing, or the beautiful notes of the Tantum Ergo at the end of the Holy Hour; all these and more are the expression of how a Catholic lives his Faith.

Nor does it end in the Church. Sacred images, crucifixes, portraits of Popes and Saints are as much a fixture of a Catholic household as knives and forks. In Catholicism, we make of our faith a whole person experience.

All this is, of course, foreign to the Evil Clown, who very clearly appears not to like devotional cards ( In Italy beautifully called Santini).

These devotional cards and images are as much part of the Catholic patrimony as the rosary beads. They have been used for time immemorial to inspire Catholics and exhort them to a more fervent devotion. They are, surely, dear to anyone who has some Catholicism in him.

Herein lies, my dear readers, the problem. Francis has no Catholicism in him. When he does not talk like Bernie Sanders, he talks like a Protestant. Everything that is part of our beautiful Catholic traditions and devotions, he clearly abhors. If a Freemason had been elected Pope, he would not possibly have behaved worse than this guy. Still, this guy reminds, on days like this one, of another kind of heretic.

Hate for the Traditional Mass. Hate for the Rosary. Hate for devotional images. Contempt for the Blessed Virgin he so gruesomely insults.

Clearly, Pope Frankie has gone full Proddie.

It Is Not OK To Doubt.

The Evil Clown is on record with one of those evil statements truly showing how strong Satan’s influence is on this old, disgraceful man.

One shouldn’t be afraid to have doubts, says the old scoundrel. Let us correct him, lest this old ass confuses the faithful.

Truth is never questioned. Faith needs to ban doubts. Doubts are the way the devil tries to infiltrate a man’s intellect and, little by little, persuade him that he knows better; very likely, following a situation in which “knowing better” is convenient for said not-very-faithful.

Therefore, anyone who tells you that it is good to have doubts about the faith is the religious equivalent of someone telling a young man that it is right for him to doubt his heterosexuality. What Francis did today is the equivalent of a sodomite trying to “groom” a boy. Only, Francis grooms you for Satan.

Different is, of course, the legitimate question. If someone, starting from a position of faith, desires to know in which way the Truths of the faith reconcile with what seems a difficulty in interpretation, or even a contradiction, then it is not only not sinful, but very fitting and even laudable that he should pose the questions, seek the proper answers and, in this way, deepen and strengthen his faith.

But this is not what Francis says. Francis would take such a faith-based intention as a demonstration of rigidity; one that he would, in fact, very rigidly condemn.

No. In Francis’ world, the more you doubt, the better. This makes you such an inquisitive, intelligent young man. It truly is satanic.

Every day, the attitude of this man is consistent with the one of an enemy of the church who, upon getting in a position of real power, decides to use it to support Satan and fight Christ. It beggars belief how this is not, after 8 years of this broker record, universally recognised by every sincere Catholic soul (albeit I suspect that most of them, at this point, do).

The example of the guy who shouted to Francis that he is a heretic should be followed by more and more people who come in contact with him, until the guy is afraid of going out of his damn hotel suite for the rest of his existence, that we hope short.

When he has died, he will have ample occasion to see where his doubts have led him, and I don’t think it will be pretty.

Thank You, Clown!

Today, I am thankful to the Evil Clown. I really am.

I have read about his latest climate bullying, and his veiled threat of hell to all those sensible people who do not believe any of the nonsense. I had a sense of hope and elation.

The utter stupidity of this man, his arrogance, his boorishness, his total lack of Sensus Catholicus and of, actually, sense, must open eyes every day. Every day, some distracted, milquetoast V II Catholic must get past the point at which this man is simply tossed away (like an obnoxious background noise we automatically shut out at the start) and the serious reflection starts, “what the heck is this guy saying?” Granted, it takes a lot of Francisstunts for your average Milquetoast Guy to get there, but I am confident more and more do open their eyes every day.

Oh, wonderful work of Providence! How many graces God pours on us every day, exactly by way of this evil tool of Satan! How rich in irony is God’s work!

God turns every evil into something good. The Reprobates will damn themselves of their volition anyway. This boorish, stupid tool will, exactly with his own boorishness and stupidity, unwittingly do God’s work even as he rants and tries to propagate his evil, worldly, deviant pseudo doctrine. Many Elects are getting out of their slumber and opening their eyes exactly because of the circus they see in front of their eyes.

Next time this individual makes headlines with some stupid stunt, I recommend that you take a breath, get some distance, look at the events from the perspective I have just described, and go on with your life with a wry smile of satisfaction.

Francis can only give some rope to those who want to hang themselves. God will take care that not one of the Elect is lost.

Put on your red nose, Francis.

Make us laugh.

Francis In One Line

Social Justice Apostle I

And it came to pass that the Evil Clown published a document of more than 3000 words – obviously, about his own religion – that does not contain any reference to the religion of Catholics.

You may wonder why this is so. I think I have the answer.

The man does not believe in God and he very likely never did. He chose the Church because it gave him an easy way to belong to a – then – respected class, and scrounge an entire existence without heavy work. He also bragged (search this blog) about lying to his own mother about his being in the Seminary rather than studying Medicine. Not only this tells us a lot about the nature of the man, but it also gives us some indication about the likely anticlerical environment in which he was raised; then a good Catholic family would certainly not complain, particularly in those years’ Argentina, about young Jorge wanting to become a Friar (even if, well, a Jesuit).

A duplicitous, lying, evil little scrounger, our guy would clearly not have the humility to profit from whatever religious education he would get in the Seminary. This explains, I think, his monstrous – but culpable – ignorance about everything that is to do with Christ, the Sacraments, the Commandments, the Blessed Virgin, or anything that even remotely touches Catholicism. He does not know because he never cared for knowing, much as I have no interest whatsoever in learning the “theology” of Freemasons, or Jehovah’s Witnesses, if they even have any. It is also quite likely that the rose water, fake Catholic, non- instruction he “got” in the Seminary appealed to him more than the hard, long hours of study as a future medical doctor.

Possibly a homosexual, he would also not be interested in married life, either, and he would know that in the Argentinian society of the Sixties those afflicted with a desire for fudge packing would be considered rubbish people even if they were doctors, or teachers, or whatever else. Plus, the Jesuit “environment” might, already at the time of his decision, already have started to become the “right place” for people, or pigs, so inclined. If this is so, and it may well be so, it explains even more the sudden “vocation” of Jorge Bergoglio, the church-hating, lazy, scrounging lewd boy.

Why is all that I have just written very realistic? Because it perfectly matches Bergoglio’s activity both as Archbishop and as (utterly unworthy) Pope. From their fruit you will recognise them. From their turds you will recognise them even faster.

This is, in a few short statements, my assessment of the situation. It seems to me that the facts on the ground give it credence every single day.

Atheist, church-hating, bitter, lazy, scrounger and, very possibly, homo.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Evil Clown in one line.

Bomb Detonation, Pachamama Edition

Heaven is watching, Frankie dear (and company…)…

The Pachamama-train took its start two years ago exactly, on the 4th October 2019. Two years later, we have another example of how Francis and his band of satanic destroyers operate.

First, you have the bomb. In this case, the worship of Pachamama in an obviously pagan ritual witnessed and endorsed by the Vatican and the Pope himself.

Then you have the denial that the explosion everybody heard was, in fact, a bomb. No, say the zealous speakers for the Evil Clown, this does not mean that we really worship a Pagan idol. We merely want to direct your attention on the plight of the indigenous people, or on the environment, or on whatever stupid excuse they can find.

Lastly, you have the institutionalisation of the bomb. Little by little, the explosion that never was continues to echo in the places that (allegedly) count. Only two days ago, Pope Evil Clown reminded us that “mother earth” is having a fit of rage, or a hysterical bout, or something of the sort.

He worships the earth, so he thinks he knows.

Meanwhile, Bishops keep blathering about the environment whilst babies get butchered. In the UK, I have heard of appeals to “eat less meat”. So, not eating meat on the day Our Lord was crucified is out of fashion, but not eating meat because one is scared of a cow’s fart is suddenly quite OK.

The sad reality that we need to understand is that, in their vast majority, our prelates do not reflect our faith anymore. They don’t reflect it either because they have either lost it, or because they never had it. When a priest loses the faith (and the more so when he is afflicted by some horrible perversion, as many of these people certainly are) he needs to avoid feeling a total scrounger, a total liar, and a total hypocrite. If he also is a homo (many of them are) he will be in desperate need of a stage, as these people are wont to do.

What does he do? He takes refuge in the values of the world and tries to extract from them the self-esteem and the social recognition (or the stage) he craves. This is why priests, bishops and – insofar as Francis has conscience and a modicum of self-awareness – Popes become apostles of social justice, or bleeding hearts for the environment, or – in the most shameless cases – allies and enablers of the pervert troops.

This is, I think, the mechanism at work for a huge number of progressive bishops and cardinals, including pretty much 100% of the evil people now working at the German “synod”.

For Francis, the matter is a bit more complex. Yes, he might feel bad that he scrounged an entire existence form the Church he hates. However, it is more likely that his social justice and environmental madness drive comes from different motivators: a huge arrogance, a total absence of scruples or shame, an uncommon degree of stupidity, and the desire to show his longest finger to all the people he hates: the Catholics and the rich first of all, those who like normalcy and common sense afterwards.

Francis says that mother earth is growling.

I say that the Angels are crying to heaven for vengeance; not only concerning the countless prelates who support depravity and perversion but, specifically, about Francis.

We will see who is right.

I still hope that we will not have to wait for long before making an educated guess.

Bring It On, Frankie Boy! Or, The Mother Of All Hagan Lios Is About To Start

Just you wait..

The preliminary documents of the Hagan Lio synod are now ready and they are just as bad as expected.

The guiding principle of the operation seems to be: we want people who hate Catholicism and don’t accept the rules to have a say about both Catholicism and its rules, because inclusion. You can imagine the rest.

It’s as if the Chinese Communist Party would invite the Cato Institute to give their input about how to improve Communism. With the big difference that the Church does not need any improving, she merely needs to get start taking herself seriously and demand that the faithful and the world at large do the same.

This is, as you have already understood, Francis’ Mother Of All Hagan Lios, a planned, systematic two years of strife and controversy meant to confuse as many Catholics as possible as much as possible, whilst persuading dissenters and heretics that the church is a democracy they can reshape in their own image and resemblance.

How do we counteract this revolutionary movement? In the only possible way: by waging war against wayward clergy and subversive laymen. Shame them, insult them, attack their agenda at every step.

If Francis thinks that this is going to be the Sixties all over again, he is sadly mistaken. Too many Catholics have woken up by now, and sixty years of devastation have shown to every honest pew sitter what happens when you allow the hippies, the perverts, the atheists, the commies, the adulterers, and the Freemasons to have a say.

Francis, who might or might not see the end of the synod, probably thinks this will be his final giving of the bird to the Church he hates.

Let’s make the exercise as painful as possible for him and his motley crew of reprobates.

Bring it on, Frankie boy.

We will counter blow for blow.

You will not like it.

The Only Thing We Can Do

“… spinelessly kowtowing to their liberal puppet-masters”

This is not Mundabor in the XXI Century. This is Monsieur Veuillot in the XIX. A guy lavishly praised by no less a great man than Saint Pius X.

Veuillot was criticising, very harshly for the times, a Bishop. However, I am pretty sure that the most liberal French Bishop in the XIX Century was infinitely more Catholic than the current Pope, then the latter is clearly not Catholic at all, unless in name and job.

As I have stated countless times, it is not only allowed, but fitting that laymen criticise the clergy when the clergy strays. It is our love for Christ and His Church which demands that it be so.

In fact, I will go further than this and I will say that, in these times of unprecedented straying of the earthly Church from Her proper course, it is fitting for the laymen to denounce the abuses with unprecedented harshness.

How else do you want to make the pewsitter aware of what is going on?

I have written a blog post some days ago, stating that those who, in the Sixties and Seventies, put on without a peep with the guitars in the church deserved to have their children badly catechised and confused by clergymen “spinelessly kowtowing to their liberal puppet-masters”. They did it because they found it easier to just shut up and obey.

This tells us that the laymen finds it fairly easy (not trying to justify them; just stating a fact) to, actually, shut up and obey. In order to wake them up from their slumber, they need the shock caused by harsh words.

I have, also, often stated the reason why my blog is so robustly worded. It is because this blog is not written solely for those who are already aware of the issues, but also for those who, surprised at Francis’ (or other clergymen’s) antics, go on the Internet to look around a bit and know a bit more, and – perhaps – stumble upon my blog.

Now, the garden variety (means: non-churchgoing, horribly catechised, contracepting, “gay-accepting”) Catholic layman stumbling upon my blog and starting to read around might criticise my lack of “kindness”, but – unless he is dumb besides being uncatechised – will not question my Catholic orthodoxy. The result of this should be, I am happy to report, that twenty minutes on my blog, likely together with some other browsing around thrown in in the mix, will leave this guy with a forever changed opinion about the papacy and its role, and about what staunch Catholics think about Francis.

This, my friends, is the best we can do. It is, likely, also the only thing we can do. We as laymen need, each according to his talents and possibilities, to do our little part.

We will be mocked. We will lose friends. We might find ourselves estranged from relatives.

But we will know that we are doing the right thing, and that we are accumulating savings on our Heavenly Bank Account.

Francis’ Idolatry of Himself

“Do I despise the Commandments? No. I observe them, but not as absolutes, because I know that what justifies me is Jesus Christ.”

I have listened to the Italian here. Therefore, I can confirm that the translation above is correct.

In Francis’ Freak World, commandments are not absolutes.

If they are not absolutes they are, obviously, relatives. They can be disposed of, modified, adapted, put in a context that is convenient to us and made suitable to our needs. It really boggles the mind.

The way he says it, it looks like Francis makes us a favour in not despising the Commandments. This makes sense, because, not being absolutes, it makes sense that he actually could. What Frankie says here is that the Commandments are something we observe inasmuch as it is convenient to us. Therefore, we can make our own faith, a bespoke religion of ourselves according to which Jesus Christ mysteriously, and in a manner unrelated to our observance of the Commandments, “justifies us”. I would call this blathering masonic, but I am not even entirely sure that this is not too lax even for a freemason. It’s a free for all in which the Commandments are vague guidelines, as disposable as a Kleenex, and salvation is given to everyone just because Christ is no nice to blasphemers, heretics and scandalous, presumptious sinners.

You clearly see what Christianity is for this man: it is the idolatry of self, with the added presumption of being saved for, basically, being an ass.

If your adrenaline goes up reading this, for which I apologise, please reflect that only a man completely conquered or confused by Satan can dare to spout such nonsense and try to smuggle it as I don’t say Catholicism, but vague Christianity at large. This makes it much easier for even your average, extremely poorly instructed Catholic to detect the stench emanating from this lewd old man.

No one, no matter how ignorant, who has a shred of good faith and intellectual honesty remaining in himself can say that he consider the Commandments “not absolutes”, because “the pope said so”.

By the way, this guy is clearly not afraid of going to hell. I will be charitable here and assume that he is not lying and is not, in fact, eagerly awaiting his encounter with Satan.

If he is, semel in anno, telling the truth, imagine his face when he dies…

Frankie Goes To Hellywood? More Rumours On Francis’ Health

This blog, a Spanish-language publication inserted within the Spanish version of Info Vaticana, states that the health of the Evil Clown is “worrying”. There isn’t much, only the title and one line in the text. However, the blog is considered credible enough for Gloria TV to post the news; this, even after the latest rumours were, more or less, officially denied.

To this I add a useful piece of information I got from my comment section, where a reader posted that a relative of him, who died of cancer, was morbidly obese to the end. It would, therefore, appear that cancer does not necessarily make one thin in the last months.

I am, frankly speaking, grateful for every “worrying” piece of information like this one, and therefore report it in the hope of pleasing my very Catholic readers.

I also notice this: that this kind of rumour is what tends to happen when things are really that way, but the official sources stonewall on any piece of useful information. It was the same when the occupiers of the Kremlin were ill: one rumour here, one whisper there. Denied, of course; but slowly increasing in number and precision, until the whispers became an accepted fact. Are we following the same trajectory here? I don’t know. But we can hope.

Pray for the end of this pontificate. Pray also, in your charity, for the eternal soul of this disgraceful, satanical individual. Not because he deserves it, but because he doesn’t. The Church prays for Her enemies, we in our little can try to imitate her, and can do worse than pray for the eternal health of the soul of this worst of the Church’s enemies.

Still, let me say very frankly that, as always, God’s will be done. I am, therefore, perfectly happy with Francis dying today, suddenly, dropping dead on his soup whilst he reflects on how to better wage war against Catholics.

It’s not that he has great chances of salvation anyway.

Waitin’ For The Coffin

BBC News is ready…

Rorate Caeli has an interesting interview to a Traditionalist Priest. The interview is mainly, but not only, concerned with the post TC situation in Italy.

I would like to point out to a couple of very interesting considerations.

First, let’s talk about Ferrara.

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What do you think the bishops’ reactions will be? I am thinking of the Archbishop of Ferrara, not at all a conservative, who erected a personal parish for the extraordinary form 15 days before the Pope announced his document. Do you expect this kind of reaction?

The case of Ferrara is very interesting in many ways. It shows this “left-wing” bishop’s independence from Pope Francis. In Italy, and in the Curia, people are distancing themselves from the pontiff. They feel that he is at the end of his career and are thinking about the future. They find the present government chaotic, and they want something more serious, and more true liberalism. As for the Bishop of Ferrara, it is clear: aware of the document and knowing that personal parishes would no longer be allowed to be erected, he erected one immediately: it’s great!

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I almost spilled my post-prandial espresso on this!

A bishop who is not at all conservative, but cannot ignore anymore how power is simply shifting inside the Diocese, knows very well that a Motu Proprio against SP is in the brew, and decides to act before it gets announced! You couldn’t make it up! This is one of those eye-opening episodes, because it would have been very easy for the Archbishop to say “let us wait first what the pope says” and fend off the requests. However, it seems that the situation on the ground was quite the contrary: a V II Bishop wants to erect a personal parish, because he knows in which direction the wind blows. His desire to establish a personal parish and a permanent Traditional Mass was not due to his Traditionalism (which just isn’t there). It’s due to it being better to give in to Catholics than to resist their mounting pressure! It’s not only “great”. It really is a blueprint for what must be happening in who knows how many places in Italy and elsewhere!

Also, look at this:

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How did the supporters of Francis’ motu proprio win through?

It was enough to convince the Pope! He has the power to go against anyone… In this case, the major lobby group in the Italian bishops’ conference was set against Summorum Pontificum, mainly because in Italy, rather later than in France, young priests were beginning to celebrate the traditional Mass and to adopt more traditional ideas. They noticed a “traditionalization” of the seminaries, which worried them greatly. In the Curia as well, people like Cardinal Parolin, Cardinal Stella in the Congregation for Clergy, etc., were also very concerned.

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More good news, and perfectly in line with what I reflected above. Italy is, later than France (because the crisis wasn’t so harsh in the first place), starting to SSPX-ise itself. Yep, I’ve said it. Yep, I reject V II (not its validity). Yep, I think an awful lot of Italian faithful think like me!

What this all tells us is this: there is a subterranean surge of Catholicism, a quiet but very strong reaction to Francis, that is so determined, that even local Archbishops hasten to give up to the Resistance, trying to be faster than Francis’ work of destruction. They know that to do what Francis wants would be madness. They don’t get to hear from Francis much. They get to hear from Catholics all the time.

But how comes that things have come to the point of – let us say this again – V II Archbishops working against the Motu Proprio even before it is made public?

Well, I hate to tell you. Or so I should. Still, here’s what it is:

They are waitin’ for the coffin.

Pope Francis, The Mainstream Heretic

This article from the American Spectator is, in my opinion, interesting not only for the good exposition of a little part of Francis’ evil shenanigans, but for another important consideration: this is not a specialised publication, but a mainstream conservative outlet.

Of course, mainstream conservative outlets have reported about the Evil Clown many times already; however, it was generally in order to condemn his positions on social issues: his relentless support for illegal immigration, for example.

This time, we have a mainstream outlet writing something that, to a mainstream reader, sounds like something technical: the liturgy.

The message is very clear: “dear lukewarm mainstream Catholics, you need to realise that Francis isn’t just a “good guy” with a sometime inappropriate “social justice streak”. No, this guy is evil. He hates you. He hates your religion. He hates your rites. He hates everything you are trying to keep of your faith”.

I imagine your mainstream, perhaps not even churchgoing Catholic reader reading this from an outlet he trusts, and stopping a moment to pause. Perhaps, this lukewarm Catholic will, now, be curious to know more about the old rite; perhaps, he will resolve to think twice before he sends money to the diocese at Christmas. Perhaps, he will just stop and reflect that the fact that orthodox Catholics are so violently opposed to the edicts of this man means that the figure of the pope is just not what his lukewarm parents thought (and taught him) he was. In fact, the most important effect of such article is, if you ask me, of making Francis’ heresy, not only his outlandish “social” stances (JP II wasn’t bad at easy rhetoric, either) a mainstream event.

Go on this way, Frankie boy. Keep doing this, and the jokes along the lines of “is the Pope Catholic” will spread way beyond conservative Catholic circles, making of you the most universally appreciated Great Joke after Greta Thunberg.

The Lord works in mysterious ways. He may use, to touch hearts and intrigue minds, ways that are not the usual ones. He might, in fact, be using the Evil Clown to allow the Tridentine Mass to be more widely known among people who have lost, a long time ago, interest in the clown masses they grew up with.

As Francis becomes a mainstream heretic, the Mass of the Ages becomes a wider topic of conversation. This helps us in both ways, helping us to recover proper Catholicism as it direct the attention on the proper liturgy.

Do not get discouraged. Do not be despondent. Do not give in to defeatism.

Providence is at work all the time.

Even through heretical popes.

Francis At The “Diabolus”

“Swallow my novelties, or else….”

I thought the words were a joke.

Then I saw them in print, in a tweet citing in quotation marks the Evil Clown himself.

This will be dealt with very fast.

If there is something that is not supposed to be “open to novelty”, it’s the Catholic faith. in fact, this is one of the few contexts in which the word novelty has negative connotations, and rightly so. It’s difficult to be more openly a Modernist than by saying that you should have “openness to novelty”.

Then let us talk about the litanies. Yes, the world uses the word litany with a pejorative connotation. However, it is quite bad that a pope should do so himself. A pope is supposed to having lived in the midst of litanies for decades, he is supposed to have recited a countless number of them, he is supposed to be very affectionate to them! But no, this guy who, really, always thinks and talks as if religion were the farthest thing from his mind, uses (not a coincidence, I think!) exactly the words that a secular mind would use, and it uses it to criticise, as always, us, the “rigid” Catholics.

Finally, the guy still owes us an explanation of the very meaning of the phrase: if the faith dies out without “novelties”, how could the Church go on for 2000 years?

Really, not one word of this makes sense. Better said, every word of this makes sense if you read it as just another anti Catholic rant of a disgraceful, faithless, lewd all man who hates all of you.

By the bye: someone should tell the guy that all these tweets actually invigorate Catholics, as they make it increasingly more clear to a growing number of them that this one here is as unworthy a pope as they come, and blows out of the water all those horrible, corrupts popes of the X and XI Century; whilst, in comparison to him, a Renaissance Pope would be as a colossal improvement.

Francis’ Angelus should be renamed “the Diabolus”.

It’s very clear that the devil is the one he is working for.

Ignorant, Arrogant, Heretic, And Stupid: Pope Francis And Transubstantiation

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Pope Francis, without a doubt the most ridiculous piece of work ever to unworthily sit on the throne of Peter, has, once again, piddled outside of the pissoir. We are now informed that “Jesus becomes bread”.

I would like to examine the man behind this utter piece of theological crap from several angles.

First: this man is deeply, profoundly ignorant of everything that has to do with Catholicism. A child of six might buy the “Jesus becomes bread” heresy (“impanation”, I learned today; it’s amazing how many stupid people have preceded us; however, they weren’t Popes); a child of ten would understand that something is deeply wrong with the concept, and a confirmed boy of fifteen would think, probably rightly, that Francis smoked too many illegal substances during his wasted life.

Second: the arrogance. This is a guy who, being Pope, does really not care a straw if he says something deeply heretic concerning the Transubstantiation. It is obvious that he does not allow anybody to correct him, or to check him when he wants to say something that sounds cool to him. Too proud to ask for review of his theological stunts, but also – and very obviously – too arrogant to care anyway.

Third, the heresy: Francis has stated something officially sanctioned as heretical. That’s it. It’s on record. It’s official. Even if the heresy was unintentional (I am persuaded it was due to ignorance, arrogance and stupidity, not the will to spread the heresy of “impanation”), when a Pope expresses himself, unintentionally, in a heretical way (something that would, in a sane world, not ever happen in the first place) he should at least immediately have an unequivocal statement issued, possibly apologising and begging Christ for forgiveness for his appalling mistake, as a Pope. But no. The guy does not believe in “doctrinal rigidity”, you see.

Last: the stupidity. I have said many times, and repeat today, that this man is deeply, profoundly stupid. Even not believing in God, as he certainly doesn’t, and hating the Church, as he certainly does, a man with a better intellect would simply avoid making an ass of himself all the time. Francis isn’t like that. He doesn’t care for what he says, he is too arrogant to ask for help in not looking dumb, and is too stupid to realise he does.

I always have this image of Francis: that it is as if the cranky old man every rural village in Italy has (the godless, arrogant, stupid, ever complaining dumbass giving everyone a piece of his mind and treated with mild, half-amused contempt by the villagers) would suddenly become Pope. Upon becoming Pope, that guy would think, talk and act just like Francis, as countless examples of his boorish stupidity have shown to us.

In Francis case, he has gone, in some mysterious way, through many years of theological studies. At this point, I’d say he has clearly spent them playing cards with some buddy of his, or smoking pot, or doing who knows what else, certainly not caring to learn the first thing about Catholicism.

This guy joined the Jesuits to scrounge an existence. If you still haven’t got it, I wonder how you can go through life without being taken advantage of by everybody, starting with your dog.

The Two Years Long FrancisMayhem

Ah, the giiiiifts of the spiiirit. They are blowing on Francischurch again!

To understand what is about to happen, you need to recall what I have said many times now about the Evil Clown: he hates the Church, wants to disrupt it as much as he can, but will not risk being deposed.

Enter the Two Years Long Synod. This is a process of institutionalised invitation to heresy, by which the dioceses first will be invited to express every heretic opinion and propose every heretical change that the satanical spirit of heresy and enmity with Christ has suggested to them.

Francis will be very happy with the mayhem that follows. Hagan lio!

At the end of the first phase, the results of the blowing of the satanical spirit of rebellion to Christ will be compared with those who, in some ways, are still recognisably Catholic. There will be strong words, (justified) accusations of schism, a mess likely with little precedent in the history of the Church as the Bride of Christ descends into the same huge mud fight that we have been seeing for many years now among Protestants.

Francis will be very happy with the mayhem that follows. Hagan lio!

At the end of the second phase, there will be the third phase. In this phase, the warrying factions will converge on Rome, when Francis (if he still alive, which I truly hope he will not be) will do the usual Francis thing: he will make decisions that cause as much damage as possible to the Church, tamper with the Sacraments, perhaps even sanction some sort of “non-blessing but really, really understanding accompaniment” for perverts, whilst avoiding a mass revolt against him; which, in a world in which Burke is considered anything more than a kitten, is not difficult to achieve.

Francis will be very happy with the fact that he has spoken, is seen as the boss, but a boss that listens to “the spirit”, and his maximum damage policies will then slowly but surely push forward the decay of the Church.

We see month after month the fruits of allowing Francis to go on unchallenged. If the Four Cardinals had had a semblance of guts years ago, we would not be seeing this now. Meanwhile, Burke tells us that the SSPX is outside of the Church. One can’t believe these are the people who are – or so they say – on our side.

The Big Mayhem is about to start. It will plunge the Church into a huge deal of confusion and strife. It will further spread the Protestant concept that truth changes because hey, the spiiirit.

Please, Francis, pretty please!

Do us all a favour, and die today.

Keeping The Lie, Francis Edition

“Keeping the truth doesn’t mean defending ideas, becoming guardians of a system of doctrines and dogmas, but remaining bound to Christ and being devoted to his Gospel”,

I don’t know if I have ever read anything as stupid as this.

Sadly, yes, it comes from that guy.

Let us examine the egregious piece of excrement that Francis has just deposited all over Catholicism; enjoying, no doubt, the scandal he creates.

By definition, being a guardian of doctrine and dogmas is (at least for us Christians; and we are talking of truth here, so we are not talking about… Hindus) keeping the truth, because, get this…

the dogmas and doctrines are there exactly so that truth be kept.

In fact, there is no way in which a Christian can better defend the truth than by – you guessed it – becoming guardians of a system of doctrines and dogmas. There really isn’t. No amount of mental retardation or senility can ever justify wannabe emotional rubbish like this. This really is Satan at work.

One wonder what kind of filth must inhabit the mind of a person that does not seem able to see the most elementary logic in the religion he is called to, actually, defend; yes, including the dogmas and the doctrines!

The only way to try to give a meaning to the blabbering of this nincompoop is by assuming that what he means is that doctrines and dogmas are not suited to defend the truth, because lurv does it. I really, really cannot find any other explanation for the nonsense that the man spouts.

What this is is, simply put, not Christianity. It is a novel religion in which you “keep the truth” by denying it, as your lurving heart persuades you that being “bound to Christ” and being “devoted to his Gospel” is whatever makes you feel good or, better said, is convenient to you today.

What a piece of work our not-so-holy father is!

He can keep his strange lurv religion.

As for me, I will keep trying to guard the doctrines and dogmas as good as I can.

Either Saved Or Damned

I have written very recently about the two priests who have, in a relatively short period of time, left the priesthood for a woman *in the same parish*.

It says something about the present state of the Church that it appears that several of my readers have checked very accurately that the priests in questions have not left the priesthood because of falling in lurv with.. each other.

I do not think that this is an exaggerate reaction. I think that it reflects, in the end, a drive to the progressive perversion of the priesthood that we all see happening, albeit in different ways and perhaps – if we are lucky – only through blogs and headlines.

In other words, it seems that many of us have, how should I put it.. that feeling…

Realistically, there is no way that, as I write these lines, the number of perverted priests is not at the maximum of the last several centuries and, very possibly, at a level only seen before in the times of St Peter Damian. Tragic as this is, it also reminds us that, whatever we see happening to our beloved Church, it has likely already happened before. What is different now is that the disease appears in an extremely violent form, a form which in some way has never appeared before; but the disease itself, the Church already knows.

Yes, we have had heretical Popes in the past. Yes, we have had homosexual priests in the past. Yes, whenever you have to deal with homosexual priests, you will have to deal with paedophiles, then most of the latter come from the cohorts of the former. All this has, alas, been experienced before.

How do we react to these times? In the same way our ancestors reacted to the evils of their times.

Prayer and penance. Penance and prayer. A militancy that is as outspoken as prudence allows. The strong desire to never give up our truth. The firm, ferocious intention to die in the religion our forefathers followed, no matter how mad the people (and the priests, the bishops and the popes) around us become.

Look, at this point I have no illusions anymore. I am preparing myself for Francis II “Che”, Francis III “Elton” and, if I am very, very unlucky, Francis IV “Caitlyn”.

“This is madness, Mundabor!”, you will say. “This will never happen!”.

Let’s hope so.

But if the Cardinals are of the same strong fibre and manly disposition as Cardinal “Kitten” Burke, when Francis IV announces that he wants to undergo a hormone treatment, will there be a real reaction? I think that, as per today, we would only have some kitten-like meowing and posturing, followed by… nothing. There is no saying, at this point, what kind of evil the Cardinals would not leave unpunished. It’s good that Francis is too cowardly to test it.

Past periods of Church crisis have gone on, at times, for many decades, or for centuries. We have no right to expect that this time be any different. In fact, as in the past there was, broadly speaking, no betrayal of God that reached the scale of what we have witnessed with the Second Vatican Council, it is not unrealistic to fear that the level of madness that we will see in the next decades will, also, reach an unprecedented scale; then a bigger offence must perforce cause a bigger punishment.

Still, my situation is as binary today as it ever was for everybody else in the past: I will either be saved, or damned. There is, in this, no difference at all with all ages past. Whatever the challenges we are faced, we are given the graces to overcome them.

Pope Francis IV, as he undergoes hormone treatment, still has no power over my salvation.

The Fortune Cookie Pope

“Mercy is made tangible, it becomes closeness, service, care for those in difficulty. I hope you will always feel you have been granted mercy, so as to be merciful to others in turn”.

This is a tweet sent out by the Evil Clown himself.

It’s difficult to find a single word that is right.

Firstly, the usual “this is that”. Mercy “becomes” something that it is not, namely a) service and b) with an obvious social work tinge. In Francis’ atheist world, everything must be deformed, and forced to serve his social justice agenda.

This is bad enough, but what follows is worse: the encouragement to the faithful (I am, here, wildly assuming that there are faithful who read Francis and take him seriously) to commit a huge sin of presumption, assuming that mercy is always extended to them, no matter how adulterous, sinful, or evil they are.

This is no Christianity. This is a UN religion made of slogans, and stupid ones at that, meant to make people feel good even as they are indoctrinated to the new “good” their own masters want for them: socialist thinking.

Read again the text of the tweet and you will clearly see that there is nothing Catholic in it. It is something that a politician or a new age writer might have written. It is something with which a TV show host might try to look good.

It is something you might find in a fortune cookie.

This is, in reality, what we have. The fortune-cookie pope. Catholicism-free, with a total lack of shame, and wanting to show you (the Catholics) his longest finger every day.

Keep assuming, Frankie dear.

You will see how that ends.

Hans Kueng Meets His Maker

Instead of trying to remember the exact issues on which Hans Kueng held heretical positions, it is easier to just think of a controversial one; then you know that, on that, he most likely dissented from the Church. Kueng was, in a way, the parody of the dissenting theologian. Monty Python could have drawn inspiration from him.

The man has now died, and it is difficult to think that, in his last hours, he has changed his mind and recanted all of his many heresies. If this was the case, the matter should be widely publicised, so that everyone knows what this “brilliant thinker” himself thought about his entire work as a theologian when it really mattered.

If, as it is far more likely, the man has not repented, well then the guy is in hell, and no two ways about it; no doubt, in the company of many of his colleagues of the roaring Sixties and Seventies.

Mind my words here: it is uncertain whether the man is in hell, merely because it is uncertain whether he has repented. But if he hasn’t, it is certain that he is now rotting in hell. Not to believe this means not to believe what the Church teaches. God’s mercy operates, in Salvation matters, whilst one is alive. When a man has kicked the bucket, God’s mercy will certainly give him, in hell, a lesser punishment than he has deserved; still, He will not allow a man like Kueng to mock him eternally.

Kindly spare me the “heart in the right place” appetizer, the “de mortuis nil nisi bonum” steak and the “how can you be so cruel” tiramisu’. When a pig dies he does not become a lamb. He becomes pork. And when the pig is full of toxins, the public must be warned to stay away from those sausages.

Dead Kueng, if unrepented, is not one tiny bit better than living Kueng; and both of them are, in a word, shite.

I have long thought that he lost the faith decades ago, and – like many others – embarked in a huge ego trip as a result of that, his ego being the most precious thing remaining to him after losing the faith. I can, in faith, not think that an intelligent man (which Kueng certainly was) may delude himself into thinking that Christ is our Lord and Savour, but he allowed the Church that He founded to betray the faithful for 20 centuries, until the likes of Kuengy boy came out and told us what He really meant. This is something that an intelligent, rational man would never think, or say.

No. Hans Kueng lost the faith, and started worshipping… Hans Kueng. When this happens, there are a lot of issues allowing one to look good with the world, and feel quite a special one: papal infallibility, women’s “ordination”, “peace”, abortion, contraception, and many others controversial topics will stay open in front of such a man, and will only await for him to edify a monument to himself among the applauses of the heretics, the atheists, and the conformists.

Hans Kueng met his maker, and the thought makes me shiver. I think it’s fair not to deny to him, bad as he was, your “eternal rest”.

But if he has not repented, I cannot imagine a prostitute, and be she so hardened, that was judged by Her just Judge as harshly as this one.

Let this be your leading thought when you read about him in the worldly press.

The Baetzing Guy And You

In hoc signo vinces…

Mr Pentin has a detailed article about the way the German Bishops are defying Church doctrine and try to make their own protestant “mini me” church of Heresy at home, whilst pretending that they are still Catholic.

The issues are many and all of them known. What, however, struck me most in the article is the revealing statement of Bishop Baetzing (the leader of the heretical movement). The statement is framed as follows:

Bishop Bätzing said he was “convinced” we are living in a “time window in which we can really change something,” and that “we have to use it.” 

It seems clear enough to me. The Bishop is saying that as long as Francis is in power, they can and should push as hard as they can. If the man kicks the bucket (which, at his age, can be any day), you don’t know what happens next.

It seems, to me clear enough what is happening: Francis is culpable of either direct or indirect complicity with these heretics, by either sending signals to them that they should push their agenda forward and nothing will happen to them, or by refusing to do anything after the Germans have decided to give it a try and push anyway.

This is another example of how Francis acts against the Church. It is not only what he does, it is what he refuses to do.

Some observer might even comment that Francis did not feel strong enough to contrast Ladaria on the CDF answer to the “dubium” (he is evil and of mediocre intelligence, but not entirely dumb: he knows that he is still on time to die humiliated and deposed, in a Jesuit cell, forgotten or despised by everyone, and not one journalist in sight! He will, therefore, avoid going into waters that he deems to hot for his liking). Therefore, what he does now is to take every occasion and every pretext to oppose the people he hates (that is, my dear readers, all of you).

I suggest that my readers are not discouraged by what they read daily on the Catholic “press”. It behooves every one of us to take a bird’s eye approach and evaluate the events of these years from a broader perspective. Twenty of forty years of such a mess will likely be forgotten when, in 800 years, the Church is still going strong and all his opponent of today have long become dust.

This Baetzing guy will be totally forgotten in I don’t say 800, but possibly 8 years. Francis will be remembered, if he does, as one of those “bad Popes” people actually know nothing about besides the fact that they were bad. What, I think, will be remember is that, in the XX and XXI century, there was a people of great turmoil and of great corruption, like the Church had never been before, and from which the Church recovered, as always, in the Lord’s good time. Same as we, today, only vaguely care to know the details about the big mess in the X and XI Century. Even the Western Schism is, today, but a note in Church History.

This will, I think, help to put the Baetzing guy, and all those like him, in the proper perspective.

Pray For The Death Of Pope Francis As You Feast At The Table

Mundabor’s lunch suggestion on this day

 

I am informed now, via Vox Cantoris, that the Evil Clown invites me to fast today. I wonder, when was Thursday a day of fasting?

Oh wait! This is another ecu-maniacal initiative of this stupid guy! What he would not do to dilute the Christian message and accustom you to think that there is one big community of “believers” all over the planet!

But you see, Evil Clown of my boots: if faith is not the true one, it is simply evil! Therefore, your invitation to Catholics to pray together with infidels (something that we cannot do! Not even together with Proddies, come to that!!) is nothing more than a scandalous invitation to consider all religions (the true one, and all the others) as pretty much the same thing!

Thanks, but no thanks, not-so-dear Evil Clown.

Today, I will pray for your death instead.

In fact, I will “implore God to help Humanity overcome this time of evil popes and lack of faith”, by taking you out of the game and to the presence of the Rex Tremendae Majestatis in which you, very obviously, do not believe.

There. Thank you!

And as to the fasting, today I will feast both at lunch and dinner (the joys of lockdown, you see), in honour of this day.

 

 

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