Most people will think that, in Europe, there is no Thanksgiving and, in the obvious sense of the word, they are certainly right. However, feasts to celebrate the harvest were certainly well spread in Europe, and Catholic parts of Germany still have the Erntedankfest, which is basically the same thing.
What I think has happened is that these traditions were strictly linked to the agricultural world, and lost importance as the latter’s importance also declined.
It’s a shame, really, and it would have been wise for the Church to promote the celebration of the harvest outside of the rural, agriculture-linked world.
In my eyes, such a celebration would achieve the following objectives:
Firstly, it would focus the attention on food coming from God. Factories can’t produce wheat, and no amount of technology will cause an artificial seed to sprout and become a plant. Granted, Europe does not have the patriotic lore linked to the feast, but the fact remains.
Secondly, it would remind everyone that the availability of food is not a given. My generation grew up with tales of food scarcity (brutal at times) during the Second World War. We think we can have everything if we have credit on the card. This is not really so.
The feast could be accommodated to echo, or mimic, the dates of the feasts that were celebrated in the past, and could be a nice bridge to the upcoming Advent.
I don’t want to remake the liturgical calendar here; but I am sure these feast days were still there, and already had their own regional traditions. One would only have to rediscover them, like those traditional beers people knew were there but did not really drink anymore, before the idea to actually revive the tradition came.
Perhaps the one or other Bishop could take such an initiative, or the one or other Bishops’ Conference could appoint a day for regional celebration.
But what am I saying.
To our Bishops, what’s most most important is having you vaxxed, masked, and silenced. The idea of celebrating God’s grace would be a dangerous distraction to them.
So I’ll tell you what I’ll do. Today, I will not only take time to reflect on the many graces God has given and continues to give to me, starting from, actually, food. But I will also give thanks for having discovered the authentic Catholic Faith, notwithstanding my Bishops trying to keep it away from me.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers.
In one hundred years, when the current madness has hopefully already vanished, Church historians will examine the turbulent events of the past, the (I am imagining here) declaration of the Pope as a heretic that happened during 2017 and the long, hard battle that ensued.
In examining the causes, I think they will find three as the main ones, and I think they will order them in order of importance. If I am right, they will do it in this order.
The third most important was, I think they will say, the desire of millions of Kirchensteuer-paying non-faithful in Germany, Austria and Switzerland to receive Communion. Not, mind, because they believe in Transubstantiation, but for reasons of small town respectability (in Germany, “small town” is almost everywhere; even in big towns). These are the biggest block of Countries contributing to the Vatican coffers. Their Cardinals and Bishops carry a weight disproportionate to their numerical, let alone theological strength.
However, this alone would have been entirely insufficient to cause the plunge of the Church into Heresy Wars. The reason why this happened is rather (I think the Church historians will say) the presence on the Throne of Peter of a man not only of great ignorance and obvious unbelief, but positively hating everything the Church is and represents. Francis is much worse than a bad Pope. He is an evil man. He has hated all his life the very organisation from which he has scrounged his almost entire existence, using her to escape poverty whilst despising all her rules, her sanctity, her desire for purity in her clergy and her people. Francis is Satan’s goat appointed head gardener.
Which leads us (and, I think, will lead them) to the real conclusion of all this: Francis could have never been elected Pope without the damage already caused to the hierarchy, up to his highest echelons, by fifty years of Vatican II madness. The breaking of the dams with V II, and the “Spirit of V II” years that followed, allowed a miserable scrounger like Bergoglio not only to enter the seminary, but to advance in the hierarchy thanks to a singular mixture of luck, shameless demagoguery, luck, coincidence, stupidity of those around him, more demagoguery, more luck and, crucially, a climate that allowed him to exist as a priest and bishop in the first place.
Without fifty years of V II we would have never had a Pope Bergoglio. Not even by coincidence, Cardinals’ error, or extremely bad luck. Not.A.Chance.
Vatican II is at the root of pretty much all evils which presently afflict the Church. Actually I would say of all evils without even the “pretty much”, then I can’t think of any major problem of today that does not have its root in it. No, the Pre-V II Church wasn’t perfect, either. But it was a Mercedes S-Class compared to today’s Pontiac Aztek.
The way to sanity unavoidably goes through the termination, the obliteration, the total extermination of V II. All of it. Even the residues, down to the last trace of radioactive dust.
I do not think I will see that day. But in 100 years, perhaps, the Church Historians will.
As for us, we will have to live with the time allotted to us. But we still have a lot to be thankful for, and on this Thanksgiving day my heart is full with hope of a Great Offensive to come in the next decade or two, and of thankfulness for the One who gave us this big, and perhaps last, chance to save the West.
I hope for you that you are the type who enjoys a fight.
This time requires people like you.
The Great Night (I did not close an eye at all, and went to work the day after full of coffee and enthusiasm) is now nine days old, and no day has gone by without me thinking of what could have been if the Lord had wanted it otherwise, and sending a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord above for the great, great grace given to us.
I still shiver, every day, thinking of what the world would have become if the Lesbian Bitch had managed to make it. And as the trends of the USA pretty often tend to cross the ocean after a while, what would have happened to us, old and tired Europeans abandoned to the mercy of the likes of Hitlery and Merkel.
But the Lord was good to us. He heard our cry, and saw our tears. He gave us more than a reprieve. He gave us a great chance at a counteroffensive of epical proportions, a huge cavalry charge like this young and stupid century has not seen yet.
For the last nine days, I have had a sensation of optimism bordering on euphoria, as I realise that the double whammy of Brexit and Trumpening could be a replay of the greatest double whammy I have seen in my life, the Thatcher and Reagan one.
God helps those who help themselves. This is a huge occasion. On no account must it be squandered. Similarly, this is no time for “across the aisle” and “let's get along” waffle: the Libtard would not have had any mercy for you in victory, you should not have any mercy for them in defeat.
As my US American readers prepare themselves for Thanksgiving, we should (US American or not) reflect on how much we have to thank the Lord in this 2016, the Year of The Trumpening.
This year the Christmas season clearly began before Halloween. I use the word “Halloween” on purpose, because if you were to ask the average Englishman what is the day that comes after Halloween and which possibly gave it the name very few would tell you: “All Saints”.
Christmas is now the biggest marketing season in this Country. For many shops, an entire year is made or broken according to how the Christmas “season” goes.
Still, there seem to be enough people stupid enough to believe that they are getting bargains in the weeks leading to Christmas, at least more than they would in any other part of the year. It’s like thinking that the seaside resort will give you “sales” in July and August. Again, I do not doubt an army of people is stupid enough to believe that, too.
This year, though, I noticed a phenomenon that last year I had not noticed: the “Black Friday” talk.
Look, we have no Thanksgiving here in Elton Land; how can we have a Black Friday? The idea of Black Friday is that many expenses are made – and a massive stock accumulated – in the days leading to Thanksgiving, and after that day there is a surplus in certain kinds of economic goods. A Black Friday without a Thanksgiving and the associated shop run is an illogical thought, like Boxing Day without Christmas. in this Country, people haven’t run to buy anything for Thanksgiving. They do not even noticed it was Thanksgiving over the Pond. There is no way retail in the UK could have been influenced by Thanksgiving in the USA. But then again on Friday and over the weekend very many were motivated to shop and open the purse for, very possibly, some other thing they do not need or even knew they wanted because of the “bargain” they think it’s offered to them. Hey, it’s Black Friday!
Stupidity is everywhere. More and more companies seem to (almost) never sell at full price anymore, because the average moron in this country seems unable to buy anything unless he believes it is on “sale”. Try to buy a formal shirt, or a piece of furniture, and you’ll know what I mean. I have seen banks advertising “sales” of – get ready for this – financial products!
But then again this is the Country that gave us popular heroes like Steven Fry and Elton John, and introduced so-called “gay marriage” by act of Parliament, and dared to call it “conservative” because “it protects the family”.
If some Exterminating Angel were to descend over London and give it the biblical treatment, it wouldn’t be a great loss of grey matter.
The United States prepare to celebrate the first Thanksgiving since the Supreme Court – aided and abetted by satanical politicians and stupid common citizen – spat in the face of the same God the Country is supposed to give thanks to.
An external observer cannot but notice the process now in place: Christianity is gradually erased from the collective consciousness of the majority of the Country as traditional rites and festivities are kept in place as hollow containers of something vaguely felt as “good”, but largely used for holidays, booze, or worse.
Thanksgiving is very clearly, for more and more Americans, something not even remotely related to giving thanks to God for a good harvest allowing the survival of the Pilgrims in the new Continent. To whom these people give “thanks” must be an exercise in stupidity: the Cosmic Lesbian, the Great Universe, the Goddess of Niceness and Mahatma Ghandi are certainly thinkable candidates. The same happens with Christmas, now largely a season of exaggerated spending and boozing which people largely remember for the stress it causes them; or Easter, the season for overseas travel and house cleanups.
Those who know history know that this is the way it always happens: the Romans kept the sacred office of the Pontifex Maximus when they had pretty much forgotten what the man was there for in the first place. Rituals stay a while, because of pure attrition, after religions have largely or completely gone. We are living that transition all over the West, with the exception of Russia and some Eastern European Countries.
As we assist to the not-so-slow disappearance of Christianity from the West, we keep all the exterior rites. The so-called Church of England has just been told they are not allowed to air an adv in cinemas guilty of containing the Lord's Prayer, but you can be sure Christmas will be a huge business in the UK this year.
Christianity is being erased from the West. In the meantime, Pope Francis complains about global warming, and wants more Muslims in.
Still, there is a silver line. The battle is already won, and our behaviour and allegiance will only decide whether and how much we partake of this victory.
With God's grace, we will stay faithful to the end; and enjoy, one day, our reward as many of those who today give thanks to “Gaia, the Big Lesbian Bitch In The Sky” discover there is a price to pay for their heathenish insolence.
Can you imagine the first community of Pilgrims celebrating the harvest feast together with “couples” of sexual perverts? No? Ever wondered why?
It was, if you ask me, because in the mind of a Christian it seems the utter absurdity to thank God for an abundant harvest as one offends Him by openly giving scandal, or being accomplices to this scandal.
God gives graces of all sorts to men, and then expects them to conform to His laws. Whilst we are all sinners, it is certainly absurd to act in a way that says “Thank you, Lord, for this abundant harvest that will assure our survival in these new territories. Thanks! Have a slap in the face!”
If a Christian does not see Thanksgiving as a profoundly Christian moment, and an eminent Christian festivity, then he can celebrate the Day of Mother Earth, The Week of Auntie Rain, as well.
It's a Christian festivity. Don't allow the atheists and the secular people to say it's not so. For a Christian, it must be so.
Which leads us to the topic touched at the beginning: Faggotry must stay out. This is do always, of course; but particularly so on a day in which, of all things, God's bountiful generosity is gratefully remembered.
I am sure none of you, faithful readers, would dream (or have a nightmare) of inviting the faggot friend of the faggot relative for Thanksgiving. This is not charity. This is complicity In the iniquity.
Similarly, I invite all of you who have been invited to such a place to reflect where their allegiance really lies. I know, there are wheels within wheels, and many could say “but in my case it's different”. Perhaps auntie is 109 years old and has so insisted that you accept the invitation. Perhaps wifey has told you her sister might commit suicide if she sees herself “rejected”. Perhaps the “boyfriend” is dying of AIDS and could, oh, uh, no? Be “converted” at seeing the “warm embrace” of the family…
Many of these scenarios are thinkable. No one works.
Auntie will be helped to die in clear danger of damnation. Sister must stop manipulating people, and take responsibility for her (gravely wrong) actions. “Boyfriend” is helped by making very clear to him that he is bound for hell. You get my drift.
I invite each one of you who, perhaps out of a very misplaced sense of charity, should have accepted such an invitation to say “no”, in the way you consider more appropriate. Have a headache if you really have to, but I invite you to be a real witness of charity by saying why you do not participate. And let the wife or husband go alone, if he or she so wishes. And let there be discusdions, if discusdions have to be had.
But you, dear reader, you will not be another brick in the normalisation of sexual perversion.
Not a long time ago, fathers smashed their daughters on the street, doomed to utter poverty and very possibly prostitution, for much less than open, shameless lesbian scandal. They would chase away and disinherit their first born for something as atrocious as proclaimed, openly celebrated sodomy.
You may say they were too harsh, and I – a man of my time after all – agree with you. But you can't deny that It was a Christian world, that would have never thought it fitting to put one's emotions simply before one's duty to uphold Christian thinking. A Christian father of the Victorian era would take his salvation, and the one of his beloved ones, very seriously instead of wallowing in effeminate sentimentalism.
It is astonishing that our times should be so unChristian, and so effeminate, that even refusing an invitation to an open faggot – and declining to accept such an invitation – should be seen as too much, too harsh, or in any way “uncharitable”.
I did not know there are people as stupid as that, but evidently I was wrong.
The Poofington Post has an article about a kind of vegan/affirmation cafe shop clearly riding the wave of the many people thinking they can solve their problems, or their existential questions, with extremely gay new age bollocks.
Can you imagine a grown man going to a cafe and ordering his product saying “I am peace” instead of saying what he wants? Apparently, the server answers with “you are peace”, or the like, not only to confirm the – exclusively Vegan; only bad people like Jesus eat meat – order, but clearly mainly to let the sixty-Eighter in front of him feel so good with himself.
These people must be three years old. Five, tops.
The entire linked article is an involuntary parody of liberal America. The chaps “give thanks” to the neighbourhood supporting them. What? Is this Thanksgiving? I assumed that to be grateful to God for your prospering business on occasion of Thanksgiving would be so… un-Vegan.
The shop owners talk like post-lesbian feminists just back from their last Indian trip. They talk of their business as “making a difference”, which means every greengrocer was always a benefactor of humanity without knowing it. The entire thing stinks to the skies of the main ingredient of every conversation among liberals: the desperate desire to feel good with themselves, and to make themselves beautiful with others. No surprise the business is good: the target audience in Southern California must be huge. Ehy, the omnipresent “celebrities” visit! So it must be cool! I wish one day someone would make a census of “celebrities”, and tell us why we should care about what they do. Don’t hold your breath.
The liberal way is obvious: do not care for your salvation. Follow every stupid fad. Behave like a faggot in front of an audience. Praise yourself without ceasing. And most of all, think happy thoughts. It’ll give you a mini-fix for the next two minutes as you keep sliding away in a life without Christ, but making you ohh so thankful to your cat for making your life so wonderfully unique.
a) Barack Obama
b) Bill Clinton
c) Ronald Reagan.
There are no prizes for winning.
(with kudos to Green Mountains Scribes)
Perhaps no custom reveals our character as a Nation so clearly as our celebration of Thanksgiving Day. Rooted deeply in our Judeo-Christian heritage, the practice of offering thanksgiving underscores our unshakable belief in God as the foundation of our Nation and our firm reliance upon Him from Whom all blessings flow. Both as individuals and as a people, we join with the Psalmist in song and praise: “Give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good.” One of the most inspiring portrayals of American history is that of George Washington on his knees in the snow at Valley Forge. That moving image personifies and testifies to our Founders’ dependence upon Divine Providence during the darkest hours of our Revolutionary struggle. It was then – when our mettle as a Nation was tested most severely – that the Sovereign and Judge of nations heard our plea and came to our assistance in the form of aid from France. Thereupon General Washington immediately called for a special day of thanksgiving among his troops. Eleven years later, President Washington, at the request of the Congress, first proclaimed November 26, 1789, as Thanksgiving Day. In his Thanksgiving day Proclamation, President Washington exhorted the people of the United States to observe ”a day of public thanksgiving and prayer” so that they might acknowledge “with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness.” Washington also reminded us that “it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor.” Today let us take heart from the noble example of our first President. Let us pause from our many activities to give thanks to almighty God for our bountiful harvests and abundant freedoms. Let us call upon Him for continued guidance and assistance in all our endeavors. And let us ever be mindful of the faith and spiritual values that have made our Nation great and that alone can keep us great. With joy and gratitude in our hearts, let us sing those stirring stanzas: O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee. ————————————————————————————————————
NOW, THEREFORE, I, —– ——, President of the United States of America, in the spirit of George Washington and the Founders, do hereby proclaim Thursday, November –, —-, as a National Day of Thanksgiving, and I call upon every citizen of this great Nation to gather together in homes and places of worship on that day of thanks to affirm by their prayers and their gratitude the many blessings bestowed upon this land and its people.