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Pope Francis is, here, seen not wrestling

Pope Clown has made another one of his interventions, in which he has invited the faithful to “wrestle” with God.

Mind: in a different context, this might have a sense of its own. If St Catherine of Siena had spoken of such “wrestling” (I don’t know whether she has), we would immediately understand the broader context of this, that is: a context of total submission to God’s will.

However, we live in the time of Francis, when the context is diametrically opposed to obedience to God, an opposition incessantly promoted by Francis himself. Therefore, it seems to me that the Evil Clown’s words have a subversive potential which, in another time, they would not have.

Your average, garden variety Catholic nowadays lives in a state of constant wrestling with God, in the sense that he either thinks that he is right and God is wrong or, hopefully in most cases, that somehow the Church was always wrong then and he and God are right now. All those people who add to “I am a Catholic” that fateful little word, “but”, are doing just that, all the time.

The idea of prayer is not wrestling, it is accepting. It is, when you ask, an asking that must come from a position of perfect obedience, or total acceptance of whatever humiliations, troubles, or pain the Lord has seen fit to let us have, for reasons which, whilst unknown to us now, are surely for our good.

Thy will be done. Full stop.

XXI Century “wrestling” (no doubt, the one Frankie has in mind) has nothing of it. It suggests, rather, the rebellion of the one who cannot accept what Christ says about his homosexual son, her divorced and remarried daughter, and their unbaptised nephews.

It’s the wrestling that opposes to God’s law my own law. It’s the wrestling that makes one decide that his lurv for the adulterous wife of another must be god-given, and therefore infallible and sacred. It is the belief that “muhh conscience” trumps what the Church says.

It is easy stuff. It makes one feel pleasantly rebellious, but righteous at the same time. It is quite after the spirit of the age.

My suggestion is: never wrestle with God.

You will lose every time, and will run a serious risk of ending up barbecued for eternity, together with countless other wrestlers.

Keyboard Cardinals

One day, it has been said, the Church could consider the election of Francis invalid.

Beautiful, say I. Let us hope and pray that such a moment comes, no matter how far in the future, so that it is easier to excise all the poison of this guy from the body of the Church.

However, if such a day comes, it will be the day that the Church has made a decision. The Church; not a grumpy old man in the pew, or a blogger at his desk.

Nor can anybody say that, if the Church, one day, decides that Francis’ election was void, these grumpy old men and Keyboard Cardinals will be “proven right”.

They won’t. They would be just as wrong on that day as they are wrong now, because it is not for them to say “I told you so”. In fact, it is not for them to tell, full stop.

We are not at liberty to decide who is Pope, or whether the Pope is legitimate or not. That basic humility is required of a Catholic. We aren’t a Protestant mini-outfit where everybody decides which rules he adheres to, and three people can get together and create another mini-outfit with the rules they like.

If the Pope is a disgrace – this one is a huge disgrace; his successor, very likely, too – then it is our duty to say so, stick to what the Church has always taught, and deny obedience to such a disgraceful Pope in everything in which he goes against what the Church teaches.

We are no pope-makers. It is extremely arrogant, and very possibly gravely sinful, to think that we can decide who is Pope and who isn’t. The Church says that Francis is Pope. Even Benedict says that Francis is Pope. Not one single Cardinal denies to Francis the fact of life that he is the Pope.

The sun goes up in the East. Francis is Pope. Live with it.

We don’t decide who is Pope. We can – and should – pray for the return of worthy Popes in an authentically Catholic Church. We need to also understand that the horrible disfiguration of the Church we are living now is – as everything else – God-willed, and most likely a punishment for the sins of both the clergy and the laity. The solution is, then, not more arrogance but more humility.

Pray more. Do penance. Hope for a better day, but realise it might never come in your lifetime. Hope you will die believing in the Catholic teaching. Be faithful to the end, knowing that sixty-five generations of Catholics are on your side.

We are no Pope-makers.

It’s as simple as that.

Poor Lazarus And Socialist Francis

Clearly, Francis did it again.

In the mind of this man, everything needs to be instrumentalised to further a socialist, or commie, agenda.

He has, in one of his latest bloviations, taken the story of Lazarus and the rich man and has profited from it to blather the usual stuff about worldwide redistribution.

The guy had, for once, not started badly. Yes, the rich man has forgotten God. Yes, our dignity does not depend on the things we have. Yes, Lazarus was, whilst suffering, still safe in his love for God.

But then Francis, being Francis, forgets that he is supposed to be catholic and launches in quite hefty tirade.

“the injustices, the inequalities, the unequal distribution of the earth’s resources, the abuse of the powerful against the weak, the indifference to the cries of the poor, the abyss we dig every day generating marginalisation,” cannot , he said, “leave us indifferent.”

It is very clear from the words above that Francis thinks that the unequal distribution of the earth’s resources is supposed to be an injustice (in fact, it is a subspecies of it).

Ah, well, no.

The world’s resources have always been unequally distributed; the poor will always be with us; Jesus never condemns the rich man, or Joseph of Arimathea, or Nicodemus, for the fact being rich. It means that Jesus never saw a problem in the earth’s resources being unequally distributed.

Who sees a problem in this? Typically, people who don’t believe in God. If you don’t believe in God, inequality is not a God-given way to teach humility to the poor and generosity to the rich, it is a fundamental flaw of the only life people will ever live; for socialists and communists, inequality is, as they say, not a feature, but a bug.

Francis speaks like them, because he is one of them. However, in view of the job he has, he pretends to go along with Catholic doctrine before he releases on you his Socialist Bomb. He does it, actually, all the time.

He the same of those trolls on political sites who start their message pretending to be on the right side, and then – when they have your confidence – veer the message in a different direction, and when they are finished only attentive readers have understood what was the plan all along.

Besides: has Francis been listening to the full story?

27 He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, 28 for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

29 “Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’

30 “‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’

31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

Francis can blather about socialism as much as he can.

It is very clear that he is not listening to Moses, or the Prophets, or Christ.

Francis, The Case Study

“Love me tender”, Vatican edition

The Franciscan Friars of the Immaculate were persecuted by Francis based on zero point zero evidence. The order, and its founder, were slandered and dragged through the mud for all the planet to see. Francis would care not one bit for evidence, or for a shred of decency.

This buddy of his, Cardinal Ouellet, is so fond of harassing women that he gets a class lawsuit against him. What does our own wannabe hero does? He orders a preliminary investigation, in charge of which he puts a close buddy of the Cardinal. The close buddy obviously decided that there’s nothing to see here, end of story.

At least, this Frankie-protege’ (literally) is not a homo. But hey, several other friends of Francis clearly appears to be. Think of Zanchetta, the buddy Francis couldn’t wait to make a bishop. And of course, we all think of Archbishop Paglia and the homo-fresco he commissioned to a homo-painter. Or of Monsignor Ricca, the guy with the Montevideo Lover, and the lift (or “elevator”) story whose details I don’t even want to know. Or of father Georgina, the man of whom everybody tries very, very hard to make us believe he is straight (and when you see a video of him, the game is up).

You will, hopefully, forgive me for thinking this: that Francis has no decency or shame; that he sees his position purely as a way to protect and reward his friends and those who have advanced his career; that he has an extremely alarming number of “friends” who are clearly bent (heck: one would be extremely alarming!); that he does not care for what Catholics think of him, because he despises Catholics in the first place; that he ruthlessly mocks, and clearly can’t stand, any traditional expression of Catholic piety and religiosity (those who pray the rosary for him must be mocked, and a boy with his hands joined in prayer is too much for him to bear); and that he ruthlessly persecutes those who dare being too Catholic, and too openly so: the Traditional Latin Mass obviously fills such a man with horror; the FFI I have already mentioned.

If you have forgiven me until now, I think you will accept my conclusion: that God has allowed an evil man, a man who clearly appears destined to have a very prominent position on the wrong side of eternity, to be made the Pope in order to show us that when you tamper with the holy traditions of the Church and sabotage her doctrine, you will get a Pope that is the visual representation of this deformity. This, I think, God has decreed that we will have to endure until He gives to bishops, cardinals and faithful the grace to finally shout that enough is enough, and to go back to sanity.

Francis is the symptom of the disease called Vatican II. Sadly, those who see this are a clear minority, with the others happy to sing diabetes-inducing hymns in church, identify Catholicism with niceness, and largely remove from their consciousness everything that Francis does. Their priests clearly help them in this because, hand on heart, I have never experienced a Pope so little mentioned from the pulpit than this embarrassing case study in the power of the devil.

Until the Great Awakening happens, I am afraid we will have to deal with Francis II, Francis III, perhaps Francis IV, and countless other cases of FFI, Ouellet, Zanchettas, & Co.

Pray, fast, and do penance.

This might go on for a while.

What Is Not Said: Marriage, Rules, And Christ.

We all know that what is not said can be more important than what is said.

Take, for example, the Evil Clown.

If you look at this article, you will immediately see that something is off. Yes, you marry

“because you want to base your marriage on the love of Christ, which is as firm as a rock.”

However, the words  

“You don’t get married to be Catholic ‘with the label,’ to obey a rule, or because the Church says so, or to throw a party”,

are clearly subversive in their implied meaning; implied meaning which is, naturally, that one might choose not to do what the Church says, and Christ’s love will go and find them like a faithful bloodhound. In fact, countless males with healthy hormones and tepid faith will tell you, without any hesitation, that they have married, in no small part, to obey a rule.

Not so strangely, another report of the same event in an Italian site gives the entirety of the Francisthinking: in this article, a couple is mentioned, to whom Francis says “Vorrei farvi sentire la mia vicinanza proprio lì dove vi trovate, nella vostra concreta condizione di vita”, or

“I would like to make you feel my vicinity exactly there where you are, in your concrete life condition”.

Yep, these guys weren’t married. Yep, Francis clearly is fine with it. Yep, to Francis the church marriage of this couple is not the going out of an extremely sinful condition (which even excludes from Confession!), but something “suboptimal”, where Christ is not near the couple as He would really, really want.

Not only that. That the concubines had not married in the Church is, how surprising, not their, but the Church’s fault. They had, you must know, not found “open arms to welcome them”. Let me translate the situation here: the Italian priest likely said to the concubines that they needed to live separately for the period of preparation to marriage; or, alternatively, posed other conditions to the marriage that the couple did not like. Ah, this darned rigiditeee!

Yes, I know. No, you are wrong.

And so we see the entirety of Francis’ modus operandi, always finding a way to criticise and undermine what he faintly claims to be extolling.

It’s not clear to me whether the NCR was trying to “adapt” Francis’ attitude in order to avoid giving scandal. But that Francis is rotten to the core, about this there can be no doubt.  

Christ’s love is as firm as a rock. But His Judgment is just as definitive. Francis is always, always silent about the extremely important, and extremely harsh, reality of the rules to be obeyed.

Pious Wishes

No more wheelchair. Wheelchair no more!

We have, in recent weeks, being informed that Pope Francis is now on a wheelchair, as his sciatica makes it too painful for him to walk and the relevant surgical intervention would require full anaesthesia, which he does not want to undergo.

I would like to give, with his post, an example of good feelings, which are so much in fashion nowadays.

I wish Francis that he may, as soon as may be, not be in any need of the wheelchair anymore.

No.

Really.

I mean it!

Please, God! In Your goodness, grant me my wish.

Francis Unscripted

Here, Francis is seen not disguising his feelings…

Say, you are the Pope, and a child asks you what it is like, to be the Pope. This is, of course, unscripted.

You would, if you are a decent person, answer with your utter sense of inadequacy, your fear of judgment, your knowing that you are treading on the blood of so many martyrs (hence the red shoes), and your praying God every day that He may help you in the task, up to martyrdom if needs be.

This is no rocket science. It does not require any saintly disposition. It just comes with the job.

Well, not Francis. When he does not have a paper to read that other people gave to him, the man truly shows the inner depths of his dark character.

He launches himself on a “me, myself and I” expedition, where he explains to the surely confused child how much Francis loves himself.

He explains to him that he considered very important to not stop being himself (because he is so good), and not change his personality (which is so kind). His main worry is that he does not become “artificial”. Rey importantly, the guy does not want to “disguise his feelings” (which are so precious).

The guy “tries to be himself”, which is why he succeeds so well in it, albeit not with the results his vainglory expects.

Let us say it once again: this is Francis unscripted, and either entirely unaware or totally uncaring of how his free-wheeling makes him look. It’s quite the spectacle to watch. It’s somewhere between reckless provocation and utter stupidity, though I think it’s, in the end, a mixture of both.

Poor child. He got out of the meeting certainly confused, vaguely knowing – though likely unable to formulate – that the answer he got was not what he expected.

Another little soul confused by Francis.

But hey, always be yourself.

An Exercise In Catholicism

It has been announced that the Evil Clown – unfortunately not having died of cancer as sincerely hoped by Yours Truly – will proceed to appoint another batch of mostly very bad people to a red hat.

It is noted that the number of Cardinals will, at today’s count and with the latest addition, rise to 131, well above the 120 that are, so to speak, the guideline. It is hoped this will be the last Consistory of this satanical individual.

With the new batch of likely Reprobates, Francis will have appointed the vast majority of the group of Cardinals called to pick his successor (note the word: the Cardinals, not the Holy Ghost, pick the Pope).

This one is clearly one of those situations that seem hopeless. It would, likely, be so if we were one of those Protestant outfits who, once they have sold to the world, are past the point of no return and go the way of the Quackers. But we aren’t the Quackers. We are the Only Church. And the Only Church is, as we all know, Indefectible.

Francis may think that he has managed to sabotage the Church forever. If he does so, it is only because he is a) atheist and b) stupid. The Church will laugh at this little, arrogant scoundrel and will see him pass, turn to ashes and be forgotten as She has done with countless evils of the past 2000 years.

Granted, a pope at war with the Church is a special kind of evil. But then again – and, I think, the key to understanding these years – Vatican II and its aftermath were a special kind of rebellion.

The unprecedented subversion of the Church from within must perforce lead to an unprecedented corrosion and disfigurement of the Church also from within, then it is not realistic to expect that God would allow his shepherds and an awful lot of sheep to try the bittersweet taste of rebellion without forcing the consequences of this down their throats, and down the throats of their children, to who know how many generations (hopefully we will stop at two…)

V II is the key to the proper understanding of this situation. If you are struggling to grasp what is happening now, it means that you have not grasped the subversive reach of V II.

How to get out of this? Not with the usual, natural means. At this point, the rot is so advanced that to think that the bunch of perverts in the power of other perverts and the motley crew of assorted tepid sheep, atheist functionaries and wet kitten may come to the idea of actually appointing a Catholic pope seems preposterous. No: as long as they are left to themselves, this bunch of reprobates will pick a Francis II, then a Francis III, and so on until God’s Providence puts an end to this mess.

In a way, what is happening is another lesson in Catholicism. It is not the invitation to accept the lie, but the invitation to hold fast to the truths transmitted to us as we put ourselves in God’s hands.

I have no illusion that the end of this mess will come before my grave. It might well be that the mess will go on for another one, two, three generations, or for how many of those as God in His Justice will deem fitting punishment for a betrayal without precedent.

But then again: God can do everything, and we have many examples of wonderful turnarounds. It was not many years from Diocletian’s persecution to Constantine’s Edict of Milan. Napoleon made the persecuted Church to State Religion overnight. Mussolini metamorphosed from an activist atheist to “the man of Providence” within just a few years.

Yeah, the God of Surprises can everything, and judges everyone.

I think Francis will have a taste of the one and of the other as soon as he, hopefully today, ends his miserable existence.

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.

Meet Francis, Worker Of Iniquity

“God will not disoooown youuuu”

But he shall say, I tell you, I know you not whence ye are; depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.

Luke 13:27

These words, which probably every child knows who has been to catechism, are, very obviously, unknown to that evil piece of work sadly known as Pope Francis.

Francis is, as you might know by now, trying to justify Father Georgina in the quite disquieting predilection of the latter – and I this point I would say, likely of the former, too – for homosexual “pastoral activity”, which indicates faggotry as nothing else on the planet does.

What does, then, Francis do to justify Father Georgina’s very obvious homo obsession? He completely forgets Christianity, and, after having created a new religion of faggolatry, proceeds to announce the novel to the world. Apparently, in Francis’ nuReligion God does not disown His children.

Well, you dumb clown: he actually does. Big time.

There are no stronger words of disowning than the ones I have quoted above. They are so brutal, so clear-cut in their meaning, that nobody even remotely acquainted with Christianity can doubt what they mean.

God does disown some (likely very many) of His children, and sexual perversion is a clear sign of reprobation.

Nor should it be said that, as Frankie The Clown could be considered to be talking of the perversion (which, in itself, is not a sin), his words should be put in the “context”. No. On the contrary. By saying that God does not disown any of his children, this Evil Clown is positively encouraging homos to go down the path of their filthy perversion.

Notice, too, that the guy finds not one single word to, at the very least, condemn the perversion. Which is strange, as the questions to him were put by a guy who makes Liberace look like Clint Eastwood in his prime.

This guy really has Satan in his every pore.

He will die in God’s good time.

I suspect that, on that day, he will know what being disown by God is.

Of Broken Clocks, Bears, And Vicious Attack Dogs

Every now and then, life surprises you, big time.

For example, there is a guy known all over the planet for having an impressive ability to say something wrong, or stupid, or outright heretical every time he open his mouth, which is far too often.

Still, this guy has recently managed to say something that, in fact, makes perfect sense: if you go on poking the bear, don’t be surprised if the bear attacks you.

Broken clocks come to mind.

The particular bear our broken clock is talking about has been constantly poked for the last thirty years; but it was, at the beginning, a weak, fat, incapable, actually drunk bear, and it could not do much to prevent the poking.

In time, the bear got stronger, and more assured of his now growing ability to react to bullying, harassment, and encirclement. 2007 came, and the bear, for the first time, let the world know, from a wonderful city called Munich, that the time of the poking had now come to an end.

The warning was not heeded, because the bear was thought to have the attributes of a kitten. Soon later, in 2008, the bear roared, and the world should, at that point, have paid attention.

But the world – or, better said, those who have appointed themselves its Only True Anointed Representatives – did not listen, and kept poking. When, in 2014, the poking took the form of a shameless, open coup d’etat against the bear’s extremely strategic neighbour, the Bear reacted fairly strongly, sending an unmistakeable signal that, unless the poking goes to an end, someone will get seriously hurt. As a result, the Little Friends of the bear were systematically targeted. Fourteen thousand of them were killed in 8 years. The bear was very, very angry.

You would think, at this point, the Only True Anointed Representatives would listen. They did not. Instead, they started to train an attack dog to harass and intimidate the bear.

The attack dog was vicious, but quite dumb. He had grievances against the Bear, and it was whispered in his ear that, if he kept harassing the bear, the Only True Anointed Representatives would appoint him Very Important Dog, line his dog house with fine paper and, in general, allow him to eat classy dog food forever. Vicious Attack Dog also loved the Svastika, but this was conveniently ignored.

Being dumb, Vicious Attack Dog did not understand that it was being merely used by the Only True Appointed Representatives: if he kept the bear intimidated and silent, so much the better. If not, the expendable dog would be torn to pieces, hopefully after inflicting mortal or, at least, serious wounds to the Bear. This would only cost, to said OTAR, dog training and dog food. The massacring would be, instead, suffered by Vicious Attack Dog.

And this is, my dear friends, exactly how it went, with Vicious Attack Dog currently being literally torn to pieces, whilst the OTAR incite him to keep fighting until total annihilation and physical dismemberment.

This is, meanwhile, so evident, that even broken clocks manage to indicate it.

Of Faith, Pride, And Arrogance

“It is better to have an imperfect but humble faith that always returns to Jesus, than a strong but presumptuous faith that makes us proud and arrogant.”

Pope Francis

“It is better to have a strong faith that makes us work on our salvation with fear and trembling, than an atheist Pope who is an enemy of faith and does not believe in Salvation.”

Mundabor

Ah, the Evil Clown. He never ceases to amaze.

This time, he tries with a hint of false dichotomy. No, he is not saying that the only two alternatives are the imperfect but humble faith and the strong but arrogant one. Still, most of the badly instructed listener will understand him in exact that way: that faithful tend to be one of these two types, and if you have a strong faith you are likely to become proud and arrogant.

This is, in fact, Francis’ aim, a theme he has been playing in front of every audience for years: strong faith = bad.

Francis wants you to have a weak faith, because he has none. He wants you to wallow in your weakness, so that he can more easily manipulate you. He wants you to think that people with strong faith are arrogant and proud, because he fears them like the devil fears the holy water.

Francis has not even a weak faith. He has no faith at all. But he thought he could “improve” on the Our Father.

There is no better example of pride and arrogance.

Francis Limps, And Yours Truly Reassures His Readers

These days, I am trying to avoid all news of the Evil Clown. However, I am always awaiting for signs of this always rumoured, but never seen disease. It is now, if memory serves, nine months since the emergency operation which was alleged to have found an incurable cancer and the man was, up to now, just unchanged and, in case, a bit fatter than before.

Francis has now landed in Malta, and the video seems, to me, to have some news. It is clear that the guy limps. It’s not a small limp, either, of the John Wayne sort. It’s impossible not to notice it. I also notice that the cut of the video chosen by the FrancisRegime does not contain and footage of the guy going down the stairs of the aeroplane. It seems to me it would have made the issue even more evident.

I have never seen Francis limp before. I have seen him doing an awful lot of horrible stuff, like separating the hands of the praying boy, but he was never limping whilst doing it.

I am not a doctor, so I can’t say anything here. I also notice the guy is past 85, so a small muscular issue would likely cause him to limp. He is also clearly corpulent, which means that at his age his knees are likely begging for some of the mercy he never has for Catholics. In fact, he looks quite different, now, from the man who was made pope on that fateful day of nine years ago.

Still, I wonder whether this issue could, in some way, be linked to the rumoured cancer?

In case you think that I might be wishing that the guy dies, be reassured that I do. I wish him a painless death, today, now. I wish him salvation, too. But please, Lord, in your Goodness, have the guy saved, but gone, today.

If anybody with a medical background can take a gander at the very short video and comment on whether this might be related to the elusive cancer of which nobody can ever see any evidence, I would be very grateful.

Ah, I forgot.

Francis will be heretical in Malta, and even more heretical on the plane back to Rome.

I will do my best to ignore him, but no guarantees.

The Mockery Of Fatima

The prayer of “consecration” for Friday has been released. It is a total travesty of Our Lady’s request. The test is here.

It is, as everything that Francis says and does, a fraud.

It is the fruit of an extremely worldly Weltanschauung, according to which the problem is that there are wars, utterly forgetting that the Church has a doctrine of war, and a way to discern a just one.

It is, also, a prayer meant to address man and his sinful, because non-environmentalist and non-pacifist thinking, as a whole. The object of this ridiculous V II rant is humanity, not Russia.

Injustice, poverty, “all humanity” takes center stage. Russia in afterthought. Ukraine is – not explicitly, but clearly enough – defined as the victim.

This is no consecration of Russia to anyone. This is a vague hope for world peace, world environmentalism, and world pacifism where Russia enters merely because Francis wants to make it look bad. This is a mockery of what it was supposed to be. It is no surprise that Francis would do that.

He hates the cult of the Blessed Virgin, you know. I remember when he said that perhaps, at the foot of cross, the Blessed Virgin felt lied to (look it up: this was, if memory serves, the first or second year of Pontificate). To him – a man who obviously does not believe in God – the Blessed Virgin is merely the mother of “that guy”.

Boycott this rubbish.

Don’t join in the prayer, and mock this pacifist , globalist, environmentalist nincompoop at every step.

In fact, a good thing would be to, at the appointed hour, pray for the painless death of this man.

Boy, how I long for a Catholic Pope again…

Francis Being Francis, Or: The Consecration That Wasn’t.

Sancta Maria, ora pro nobis

So, the Evil Clown has announced yesterday that he will proceed to the Consecration of Russia and Ukraine to the Immaculate Heart of Mary on the Day of the Annunciation.

Does it count? If you ask me, emphatically no.

Firstly, the consecration requested by the Blessed Virgin is made in union with the Bishops of the world. This is, undoubtedly, not the case here.

Secondly, a consecration that includes Russia in the consecration of something else is, also, not what was asked. Same as consecrating all the people of the world, the consecration of this and that takes away from the very special meaning of the Consecration, meant to address one nation and one nation only: Russia.

The fact that, for many – like me – the Ukraine is, historically, Russia, does not make things better, but worse. This consecration says to the world that Russia and the Ukraine are two well distinct, separate identities. It is like consecrating Russia and Crimea. If you do, you are saying that Crimea is not Russia. This is a political statement in the middle of an allegedly religious one. If the Blessed Virgin says Russia, you say Russia. No additions, no subtractions, no separate will and intention from the will and intention of the Blessed Virgin.

The entire things smack, also, of political expediency. This consecration comes out of political pressure, not deeply felt devotion for the Blessed Virgin. It is Francis making himself beautiful, not Francis experimenting with Catholicism. It is, basically, a stunt.

I would not expect anything different from this man. If I heard him recite the Our Father, I would pay attention that he does find anything he needs to improve on it! (Oh, wait….. AAAARRGHHH!!!).

I suggest you just ignore the stunt. It is merely another example of political expediency and search for the easy applause.

It is, in the end, merely Francis being Francis.

Bishop Zangaytta And His Very Unholy Protector

“Zanchetta? One of those? Well I never….!”

Gloria TV has an article about the disgraced appointment of Francis, which so much headlines has already caused.

The article is impressive because it puts all Francis’ “mistakes” (more on that later) neatly in a row, showing a degree of incompetence, arrogance, and sheer banana republic attitude that surprises even in a man like him.

I have linked the article, so you can follow the timeline for yourself. I will only add a couple of reflections that the article does not contain.

This is another close friend of Francis who turns out to be homosexual. How many homofriends does this guy have? Don’t you find it, I should say, alarming that the guy should have homofriends anyway?

Francis fishes this guy out of his suspension, and gives him a cushioned position in Rome. At that point Zanchetta was already accused of homo abuse. How stupid, how tone deaf, how unbelievably arrogant is this? This is, clearly, Francis peeved that his favourite Fairy Bishop had to be thrown out of the bus (of sort, “health reasons…”) and showing everybody he is still the one in charge. That Zanchetta was also accused of embezzlement makes things even worse but oh, oh so Francis…

Where do you think is the homofriend of Francis placed? But…. in Santa Marta, of course! Where else would you put a homo Bishop, if not in an establishment run by another notorious homo? Am I the only one here who thinks that Monsignor Ricca is there to ensure the undisturbed coming and going of fig-fags of all sorts, and Francis knows it perfectly well?

Zanchetta is now awaiting sentence, and I am pretty sure Frankie awaits the sentence with some fernet-laced trepidation. Having a buddy of yours convicted for homo offences after you promoted and protected him at every step certainly does not look good.

Amazingly, the secular press does not seem to find the story very interesting, rather preferring to “investigate” what movement Benedict’s eyebrow might have made 42 years ago. I would almost think this is because Francis is a darling of the homo lobby, but I had better let this thought go, lest I should sin.

Be it as it may, denying Francis’ links to the gay lobby is slowly, but surely, becoming like denying Hitler’s link to the Holocaust.

Actually, in the case of Francis we have all the signed orders, too…

Obedience, properly intended.

So, so meek…

Predictably, the victory of the FSSP on Traditionis Custodes might lead some dovish individual to reflect that asking politely (FSSP) is better than disobeying (SSPX).

I wholeheartedly disagree, for many reasons I will explain here.

The manoeuvre of the FSSP likely worked because the SSPX exists in the first place. It is quite naive to think that, without the SSPX, there would be anything resembling Catholic liturgical tradition, anywhere. The FSSP’s “obedience” is merely surfing the wave of the SSPX’s “disobedience”. Quite ironic, for sure, that an order (the FSSP) would have to thank, for its survival, the order (SSPX) it was born to destroy.

We also don’t know what happened behind the scenes. It does not need a genius to realise that the FSSP was on its way to a lot of trouble: split in two at the very least, and perhaps siding with Christ altogether; again, because the very existence of the SSPX gave them a clout they would otherwise not have, and balls they would otherwise never grow. Francis wanted to make his capitulation appear like a concession, but there was no hint of concessions in the last months. I will be, therefore, forgiven to think that his hand was forced, not gently guided.

Whether this was from an unofficial promise of revolt inside the FSSP, or from somewhere else, we may never know; still, we know it happened, because Francis isn’t the kind of wolf who suddenly, one day, wakes up a lamb.

I love to think – and I have no evidence for this, but I love to think it anyway – that pressure from wealthy donors might also have played a role. When more and more Bishops start calling Rome and warning that the donors are promising to give their money to the SSPX (the SSPX, again! See where I am going here?) someone starts to listen. Why do I think this? Because I know for a fact that many Bishops care for money more than for Christ, and I believe in Providence. This one seems, to me, a fairly reasonable avenue for said Providence to get to work.

But more in general, I disagree with the rather childish idea that with good manners you can get anything you want. Tyrants, monsters, and evil people in general aren’t much impressed by it. Chamberlain wanted to be nice to Hitler – and be it only to hide his own cowardice and incompetence – and we all know how that went, and how nicely was Hitler, years later, gently moved to put a bullet in his brain; nor did anyone stop to ask Ceauceascu whether he would, kindly, consent to resign. A decade of “diplomacy” got absolutely nowhere with Saddam.

The most effective way to deal with a bully is, and always shall be, to crush him. When Justin Trudeau’s hour comes (hopefully in this life, certainly in the next), he might remember Ceausescu, and the one tyrant may keep company to the other in more ways than one.

The fact is, evil must be confronted to its face, and thinking that diplomacy will win the day denotes a profound ignorance of how the mind of evil people works. Francis, and his minions, are all evil. A sound kick in the balls is the only language they are guaranteed to understand. Plus, obedience is always to Christ first. If Francis stands in Christ’s way, let him feel the pain.

My conclusion from all this is evident: Francis got kicked in the balls, and changed his tack. Whether the kick came from the FSSP, or the bishops, or the donors, or somewhere else, we will never know. But it sure worked because, once again, an old lewd ass does not lose his spots, or something like that.

It is said that the old man might be gravely ill. It should not be said that I closed this blog post without wishing the man, in my charity and well-know Christian spirit, a sudden death today, and eternal salvation if God in His Goodness has mercy of the old, lewd scoundrel.

The Wall, The Tide And The Bucket: Francis Backpedals on Traditionis Custodes

It was this little fella against Francis…

The Evil Clown has recently received some representatives of the FSSP. On that occasion, he has made clear that

institutes such as the Fraternity of St. Peter are not affected by the general provisions of the Motu Proprio Traditionis Custodes, since the use of the ancient liturgical books was at the origin of their existence and is provided for in their constitutions.

This guy really is a show all by himself. Suddenly, none of the traditionalist orders linked to the V II Church are affected by the Excrementation, provided they celebrate their Latin Masses in their own churches and oratories; otherwise, they have to ask the Bishop. But wait, they can keep celebrating private Masses everywhere.

I have always said, and will say to the end, that this guy is very, very stupid. However, he belongs to that most dangerous type of stupid: the stupid who thinks himself intelligent.

This is a massive backpedaling, particularly from the way things had gone since the Autumn. TC is now limited to the attempt to block the growth of diocesan Traditional Masses. However, what is the long-term use of doing that, if all tradition-loving V II Institutes can keep doing their own thing? Does Francis not reflect that this will lead to an explosion in the membership and following of the existing traditional orders, and in the requests for the creation of new ones? he can get some years of suffocated growth, but he will pay for his arrogance with an explosion in fervour for the Latin Mass. As we say in Italy, this guy is like a child wanting to stop the tide with his bucket.

Yes, he will keep harassing a lot of good diocesan priests. But barring an all-out war against the TLM, the only effect this will have is to encourage the faithful to seek a TLM near, or to welcome the establishment of new orders dedicated to it.

Meanwhile, the very fact that the FFSP & Co. can keep celebrating the TLM will make it the more evident that the diocesan priest are being harassed, and their faithful persecuted.

What happened behind the scenes, I don’t know. But I suspect that Francis was bombarded, for months, with constant warnings about the enemies he was making, and about the damage he was doing to his own anti-clerical cause, and with constant request to at least limit the damage as much as can be without losing face completely.

Mind, this is not “I am suddenly a Catholic”-Francis. This is “I can’t damage the Church with TC”-Francis! Like Julian the Apostate, he is seeing that he can’t win this one!

“But Mundabor, Mundabor! You are being oh so devious!! Of course this was Francis’ plan from the start!”

Francis’ plan from the start, my foot. If this had been the plan from the start, the meeting I mentioned at the start would have never been necessary in the first place, and the situation for the FSSP & Co. would have been extremely clear from day one. One line in the Excrementation would have been enough. That line was not there.

I am not saying, yet, “we win, he loses”. I think Francis will have to die for the next chance of real change, at least in this. But it is clear to me that Francis has smashed his big nose against the wall and has not liked the feeling.

In the end, the FSSP will not be forced to make the ultimate choice, and perhaps they hinted to Francis that their ultimate choice would not have been for him. Others have done the same (I have written about it). They are all safe from Francis The Hun for now.

Hopefully, God will soon do the rest.

Fairy Lands And Potato Fields

Simple goodness…

There is a well-publicised article on the “American Thinker” mentioning that almost 40% of the 20 to 38 years old “identify as” alphabet people; that is, perverts of some sort or other.

First of all, an obvious clarification: these are, most of all, not perverts. Not real ones, at least. What they are, is unbelievably naive and astonishingly stupid people who “identify” as a gesture of “solidarity”, in order to feel good with themselves and kow-tow to their “ghei” friends.

It truly is a North Korean pressure to societal conformism without the concentration camp. These cretins, who really think they are helping someone else than Satan, can’t wait to show just how brainwashed they are; and mind, the poll was likely skewed and made to look in a “certain way”, but the gravity of the situation remains.

In part, this is clearly due to the loss of Christian values. It’s easier for the MSM to spout their propaganda, and for the groups of assorted perverts to push their perverted ideas, and for the dumb sheep to be brainwashed and made to bend the knee, if there is no Christian culture pushing against it; because then, the dominant religion will be pleasing your friends, being part of the group, and feeling good with yourself.

However, I agree with the author of the article, that this is a typical issue that comes up when people have too much comfort and security.

For three decades now, my suggestion to those who spoke to me about their mental issues and unresolved conflicts has been to work 12 hours a day in a potato field, for six months at least, and then reassess the situation. This, I have done because of the personal observation that people who actually have to work hard for a living and to take care of their families seem to never have unresolved mother issues, which their well-paid shrink somehow never seem to solve, though he will constantly say that the patient is “making progress”; patient who is, invariably, enough well off that either he or his papa can afford said shrink, and whose days affords him plenty of hours to think about himself, himself and, obviously, himself. If you ever had a friend or acquaintance like that, you know exactly what I am talking about.

I feel that I can easily recommend the same approach to everybody who has come to the point of “identifying” himself as a pervert.

Twelve hours a day in a potato field, under the merciless sun. No tractor and no automation. No food without work. In bed with the hen, awake with the cock. No TV, no books beside a Bible, and most of all no shrink. Ideally, one slap in the face every time he starts talking about himself, but I’ll have the get this green lighted by the Legal Department.

It would work miracles. At some point, the percentage of perverts would be the one Satan always had, perhaps half a percent. All others would be, well, just normal.

We are getting to the point when it is a relief to know that someone is normal.

But then look at who is pope and realise we live in very prosperous, but quite disquieting times.

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.

God 2.0, Or: The Communion Of Saints According To Frankie.

Die soon. No, really. Die soon.

During his audience of 2 February, Francis piddled out of his potty in such a grievous way that, if we did not know how evil he is, we would think he has gone gaga. I am referring, as you have certainly understood, to Francis’ out-of-this-planet fantasies about the Communion of Saints.

Of the Communion of Saints we know this: that, whilst they are on earth, heretics, schismatics, apostates, and excommunicated are in no way part of it. There is no discussion about this. The only discussion that is possible is about the scale of evil Francis carries in his – hopefully terminally diseased – fat person.

Of course one can say that, say, a heretic who manages to save his ass in the end (and we hope many do) becomes, at death, a Catholic and part of the Church Penitent in Purgatory. However, as long as he is a heretic he is, emphatically, not part of the Communion of Saints.

Similarly, one can, unless I am mistaken, say that a person who is baptised and a member of the Church in good standing is part of the Church Militant, however big his shortcomings, for as long as he is a member of the body of the Church and wants to be one. However, when this person, even if baptised, puts himself out of the communion, for example by committing apostasy, then he is not part of it anymore.

This isn’t difficult stuff. It also follows common sense. Why does Francis, then, try to confuse yourself into believing absurdities such as the apostate (no less!) who would still part of the Church Militant? The answer seems pretty obvious to me: To Francis, it is perfectly irrelevant whether you are schismatic, heretic, apostate, or excommunicated. In his propaganda, God treats everybody in the same way, and the bond you have with him is entirely unconditional. You could not put yourself out of the Communion of Saints more than you could put yourself out of the Milky Way.

There is no other explanation to his words. As to his motives, they are, by now, entirely obvious. The guy does not believe in God, and he will do all he can to make you lose your faith and substitute it for his cult of social hatred and globalism. However, he does not call it that way. He calls it being “surprised” by the “spirit”, as if a Perfect and Immutable Good could have “surprises”.

In God there is no change, because change implies imperfection. In God there is no movement, because movement implies change. God and His Truth are so unchangeable, that they are even outside of time. The very idea that God would “surprise” you today with something new that wasn’t there yesterday is a complete denial of everything that God is.

I think a seven year old boy, in good faith, understands this. Every adult not willing to lie to himself grasps it immediately.

The problem here is the old, lewd atheist who wants you to forget Who God is, and the multitude of adulterers and perverts, or their relatives, yearning for God 2.0, courtesy of a buffoon in white.

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.

The Unity Of Christians, Explained.

And it came to pass the Evil Clown received an “ecumenical” multi religious delegation from Finland. He loves to undermine Catholicism as he tries to look oh so inclusive and us, by contrast, so narrow-minded.

As you would expect, Francis piddled outside of the potty. He said, in so many words, that the Catholic Church does not “possess” God. Boy, and I thought Christ is the Bridegroom and the Church is the Bride! Francis’ words are particularly grave because said in front of Protestants and Schismatics, in an official capacity. This guy never loses the ability to be shockingly wrong.

He also invited everyone to the usual “work”, of course “in humility”. Again, this makes you look arrogant if you think, as every Catholic should, that the work is actually done, it resulted in a wonderful barque and those who are out of the barque are well advised to embrace the truth and get in.

If you have not had enough of scandals yet, he indicated that 2030 will be an important year, because it marks the 500th anniversary of Luther’s Augsburg Confession, a milestone in Luther’s Satan-driven journey towards a dark realm of violence, heresy and (much) horniness. It’s all to improve mutual understanding, you see.

Yea, pal. It’s important to “understand” what the heck you are doing with that white habit, because from where I sit it seems clear you are sitting there to insult the Church and undermine the Faith.

It appears that Francis sees himself as the Head of the Ministry of Half Truth Number 1. Others have various positions in other Ministries of Half Truth, numbered 2,3,4 etc. All these people should work together to make the administrative machine work. This is as Protestant as can be, and Francis has not even the excuse of being stupid, because whilst I am satisfied that he is stupid, I don’t believe that he is that stupid.

I will allow myself here to indicate a wonderful, wonderful path towards the unity of all Christians. It is so logical that it is unassailable. It is so simple that even Francis understands it. It is so easy to explain that it only needs four words.

Everybody converts to Catholicism.

There.

It does not get more ecumenical, understanding, or humble than that.

Frankie The Music Lover? Not So Fast…

Loves Schubert, apparently…

And it came to pass we were informed that the Evil Clown has a 2000 cd strong collection. I don’t post the link, because it comes from a publication that should not be linked to.

It sounded strange to me that the pope of the poor would have a music collection costing, by and large, north of $40000. However, what indicated that something clearly wasn’t right is the other piece of information, that most of the 2000 CDs are of classical music.

2000 CDs of classical music? An atomic boor like this one? Please.

As it turns out, there is a very simple explanation for the unusual fact: the CDs are not the fruit of Francis’ boundless love for beauty, but the result of donations from all over the world.

Now, this makes sense. If Francis loved music, and beauty, he would be enchanted by every sung or musical version of the Traditional Mass, from the usual High Mass to, say, Requiem masses. But Francis does not love Traditional sung masses, most likely because they remind him of Christ.

I am, however, fairly sure Francis feels comfortable with the effeminate, sugary, childish attempts at music of the Novus Ordo; those horrible stuff that makes us try to zone out whenever it is inflicted on us in church. That stuff, I am sure, he calls “music”.

So, what do we learn from all this? We learn that the sycophantic fake Catholic press loves trying to make Francis look educated, sophisticated, lover of the finest expression of the human mind.

The reality is one of an insufferable, vulgar, ignorant boor. One who not only does not care for music, but actively tries to destroy the wonderful musical patrimony of our Sacred Liturgy.

Frankie, the music lover?

Epic fail.

Homo Is Who Homo Does, Or: Manipulating Catholics

You are not fooling anyone, old man…

Bill Donohue, the more than somewhat milquetoast professional writer leader of the controlled opposition Catholic League, has launched himself in one of those very disingenuous, dangerous, utterly misleading accusations that the “usual suspects” would be “manipulating” the Evil Clown in the matter of sodomy.

The tactics is very simple: a) systematically ignore all that Francis does. b) pick selectively something that Francis has said, once or twice, in the midst of countless acts and statements that directly contradict the selectively picked statement. c) assume that Francis lives on a different planet, where there is no Internet, no common sense, no simple observation of facts, and that he is completely dependent on what those around him tell him. d) assume that he is, therefore, “manipulated”.

This is disingenuous because at this point, even the Gold Medalist at the Pollyanna Games has understood how deeply Francis is involved in the cover up of homosexual activity.

Whether it is the obvious support given to the curas villeros and their toy boys, or the homosexual priest who died in a car accident driving Francis’ car, after remaining in the house of Francis until deep in the early morning; whether it is the fact that Francis chose to move to a hotel run by a notorious homosexual, whom he left in place and even promoted to a prestigious position at the Vatican bank, or the other fact that he chose to receive Father Georgina and other notorious supporters of perversion; whether it is his mocking assertion that the homo lobby members in the Vatican don’t wear a badge, or the even more notorious “who am I to judge?”, this guy has made it evident to a retard on steroids on what side of the issue he really is, albeit, still being the Pope, and having a passion for fooling people and lying undisturbed and unchallenged, he also once or twice interspersed his 100 deeds in help of perverts with some vague statements which, actually, sounds Catholic.

And this is, in the end, the problem with the professional, well-fed, controlled opposition of the Catholic League. Whilst they pretend to defend Catholic thinking – and they are certainly right in that – they also refuse to address the elephant in the room, merely because the elephant dresses in white and the old women love to be told that said man in white could never be a satanical, evil, petty, lewd, possibly perverted old scoundrel, but is, at worst, “manipulated”.

I say, enough with this rubbish. Homo is who homo does.

The duty of these well-paid professional Catholics is not to work as the accomplices of a clearly evil Pope, nor is it to actively hide the evil of this man from their own readers. Their duty is to do what so many of us do without any compensation, on our own dime and on our own time, gratis et amore dei: denounce an obviously evil Pope so that everybody can see that the Emperor is wearing a tutu and ballet shoes.

The one who is being manipulated here is not Francis.

It’s the readers and supporters of the Catholic League.

The Second Carpet Bombing Of Francis, By The Same Dutch Squadron.

Look, it’s the Dutch Bomber Squadron… again!!

Bishop Mutsaert did it again.

After carpet bombing Francis last summer, soon after the release of Traditionis Custodes, the good Bishop spoke again and, again, he wasn’t shy about saying what he thinks.

His observations are very Catholic and very smart. Particularly intelligent is the reflection that, whilst Francis demands that those who want to celebrate the TLM declare their allegiance to the Second Vatican Disaster, the Novus ordo priests are not asked to accept the Council of Trent.

This would, in fact, be a very interesting game to play with Francis on the next aeroplane:

“Your Holiness, do you accept the Council of Trent?”

or:

“Your Holiness, as you know, in Quo Primum your holy predecessor, Pope Saint Pius V, declared:

“Let all everywhere adopt and observe what has been handed down by the Holy Roman Church, the Mother and Teacher of the other Churches, and let Masses not be sung or read according to any other formula than that of this Missal published by Us. This ordinance applies henceforth, now, and forever, throughout all the provinces of the Christian world”.

He also solemnly stated:

“No one whosoever is permitted to alter this notice of Our permission, statute, ordinance, command, precept, grant, indult, declaration, will, decree, and prohibition. Should anyone dare to contravene it, let him know that he will incur the wrath of Almighty God and of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul.”

Do you agree with the words of your holy predecessor?”

That would be, authentically, fun to behold and would rapidly become a “cult” video clip if filmed. My take is that you would see the unholy lewd guy change colour in the face, get all angry and flustered, and then precipitously interrupt the journalist and start screaming in panic, just like Don Abbondio did when Renzo wanted to marry Lucia in a “surprise marriage” against his will. After which, he would answer with some insults to the journalist posing the question.

Later, the Vatican PR machine would run to the “rescue” (actually: try to limit the damage) and assure us that the Evil Clown did not actually intend to mean what he says, but rather that bla, bla, and more bla.

This guy lives in a world consisting entirely of hypocrisy and deception. He lives in a huge pram, out of which toys are thrown incessantly. Lying and hating are in every cell of his. He is too evil to respect Catholicism, too far gone to realise how dumb he looks, and too arrogant to care for anything but his own little revenge of the day. His pettiness and record-shattering petulance are a typical mark of the old homosexual.

This guy is vulgar, ignorant, dumb, lewd, and evil.

And I suspect him of being a homo.

I suspect him of being a homo.

Faithful, Whatever The Cost

This

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.

The “Dark Inner Stables” And The Darkness of Creepy Francis

Dark, indeed…

The Angelus of the 2nd January had Francis blathering about his usual stuff: Jesus comes to you; if you shut him out, he waits; but please let him in and invite him in your “dark inner stables” and you will be quite fine.

This guy is always “off”, even when he does not insult Catholicism directly, exactly in what he does not say. It’s as if his Catholicism, even when it is to be found, always missed one leg.

You read about his Angelus, and it looks like this: if you invite Jesus he enters, and when he enters… that’s it. Your job is to invite. When you invite, all is done, because hey, Jesus does not require anything more, does He now?

This creepy religion of salvation for the asking is very much in tune with all the rest that Francis says. The constant hammering of the idea that Jesus forgives everything (repentance not required, change of life not necessary) is a recurring theme with him.

From the automatic salvation to the smell of sheep, the step is a small one. If Jesus forgives me just for the asking, why would I actually make an effort to change? If the aim of Jesus’ relationship with me is that he is allowed in, not that I conform myself to His Commandments, why would my behaviour need to change?

Francis himself said it in the past in the most explicit way, when – years ago – he referred to the penitent in the confessional as the one who says “I have sinned, and I will sin again!”. The confessions of this guy must be somewhat between the cringeworthy, the heretical and the satanical.

When you understand this, you also get the real message within the “dark inner stables” talk. Francis is very fine with the stable remaining darkened by sin, just as he is expects the sheep to keep stinking. In Francis’ Gospel, Jesus says “if you love me, you can keep ignoring my commandments”.

Hey, you have invited, so you have done all that Jesus desired of you.

Mind, the guy does and says worse things. You read his blathering, and it looks like he is merely being mediocre at the first part (the one when Christ enters); however, the second part (the one when you keep His Commandments) never comes. Francis’ all-inclusive, buffet-salvation only asks you to fill your plate.

That’s it.

Feel free to keep stinking.

I wonder how dark and creepy Francis’ dark inner stables are. He has no qualms with protecting an obvious homosexual, under whose roof he lives.

Methinks, his dark inner stables are full of shit, stink like hell, and are very dark indeed.

Latin: Francis Must Repeat The Year

Look, it’s him again!!

How can, of all people, a priest, fail to repeat and use correctly a blessing in Latin he must have said a half million times?

My take on this disconcerting episode is as follows:

1) Francis’ priestly formation was, very obviously, a joke. I don’t mean to say here that he would have wanted to learn Latin and was not allowed to. I am meaning that, most likely, he realised he could get away with not applying himself to Latin (or to anything else) and, lazy ass that he clearly is, he decided to avail himself of the opportunity.

2) The guy is so little accustomed to imparting blessings in Latin, that he needs to repeat his lesson before the teacher interrogates him; but he can’t do that properly, either; see above, “lazy ass”. He likely goes around trying to avoid blessing in Latin whenever he can. Heck, in order to manage to say it wrong, he must be awfully out of even a small practice.

I don’t think these two probable causes are mutually exclusive, either. The guy was a lazy ass in Seminary and has remained one in his old age. It’s just the way it is with these modest lovers of wheelchairs: doing what they ought is too much for them; they prefer to follow whatever “spirit” possesses them and make a pig’s breakfast of everything, and the bad impression be damned.

Teflon Frankie will shrug this aside with a shoulder shrug, a double Fernet and, most likely, a swear word. Had he been unwilling to look, in front of the entire world, like the embarrassment that he is, he would have taken better care of his Latin.

But no: he does not know jack of anything, he embarrasses himself at every step, and he does not care that you notice it. He is the pope, and he will make a clown of himself as much as he likes.

Heck, he might even enjoy the outrage of proper Catholics. At times I think he now lives only for that!

I have a small verse for him:

Fiant dies ejus pauci, et episcopatum ejus accipiat alter.

Ooops, apologies. I forgot that Latin is alien to the guy. So let us translate:

May his days be few: and his bishopric let another take.

“I Gotta Take This”. The Papacy In The Francis Era.

“Shall I get the iPhone 13?”

Francis did it again. In an almost perfect replay of his stunt months ago, he let people wait as he went away to take a phone call from his mobile.

It really boggles the mind. A Pope going around with a mobile phone in his pocket and telling his people “I got to take this” is one who has not understood anything of his role as a Pope.

Even in a business setting, and at least in Europe, a person who interrupts a conversation with clients to take a phone call would be seen as rude; it would be seen as, the way the German put it, Wichtigtuerei, “making oneself important”.

A President of the United States might have an urgent phone call informing him that aeroplanes have crashed on skyscrapers; but a Pope has no such security concerns.

Even in the improbable case that Francis was expecting a call from his doctor with life-or-death news about his alleged cancer, this is something that certainly could have waited ten minutes.

The general picture is the one we already know: a boorish man with a complete lack of manners or a proper understanding of his role. A man going his way fully uncaring of the way it makes him look, perhaps even enjoying the way it makes him look.

Francis will make himself important, because he can. Nobody will reproach him, much less fire him. They will all have to endure him for as long as he is around.

I can picture this man getting a stroke and dying repeatedly screaming the “F” word, like a mediocre character out of a badly written Hollywood movie. Nothing would be more in tune with now almost 9 years of papacy.

There is nothing papal in him. He just does not do any kind of “popery”. He behaves like the butcher around the corner, or the fish guy at the market. He gives the impression that he has been parachuted in the Vatican without knowing why, buy hey, once there he decided he enjoyed the place.

2022 is the year when we know whether this cancer story and the alleged death sentence is true.

God knows I hope it is, and that his cancer, such as it is real, works like a champ to free us from this disgrace as soon as possible.

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