Airline Trannie Down, Or: The Trannie Hoax Clearly Does Not Fly.
A prominent airline Trannie has just committed suicide.
A Mister Scott – a man who, for some inscrutable reasons having to do with the devil, thought he was a woman, has offed himself. We know – though the woke crowd don’t – that this is how this madness, in most cases, ends.
Follow the link and look at the atrocious dynamics at play here. The man, in a last attack of extremely childish narcissism, broadcasts his suicide to his thousand of virtue-signalling followers in a way that screams “me, me, meeee” in every word. There is no hint of repentance for, very likely, mutilating himself and destroying his life. There is no honest admission that he screwed up on a planetary scale. There is, instead, the last passive-aggressive bit of bitching at the planet before his self-immolation. It is extremely difficult to see how this guy could have avoided hell.
I have said my eternal rest even for Bin Laden. I have, therefore, said one for this tool, too. Make no mistake, it sounds like a waste (but God applies every prayer to worthy should, so it isn’t).
Just as cringeworthy is the reaction of the “friend”, apparently the author of the article, one of the social media sheep who enjoy basking in the feeling of their own moral superiority. It is another show of virtue signalling, the pretend self reproach of the man who says “I am oh, so good! Look at how good I am! But have I been good enough?”
These are, in fact, the “helpers” and “allies” that will accompany the madman to his self-destruction, whilst feeling so virtuous every step of the way. Of course, ultimately the guy who committed the suicide is the only one responsible for his gesture. But I really wouldn’t want to be the one that virtue-signals all the way to another one’s precipice.
And so there you have it. Sexual perversion (note for the woke crowd: a trannie is every bit a pervert as a dyke or a sodomite are; and no, he is not a madman in the literal sense, then this is a lucid, Satan-fed madness) feeds, as so often, on a huge amount of narcissism. Then the plague of the modern time, virtue signalling, creates the perfect environment for the pervert to sink deeper and deeper into his own world of perverted delusion, until the cognitive dissonance becomes too much, and Satan finally gets his prize.
United Airlines also bear its part of moral responsibility. They not only tolerated the madness (there might be legal reasons for this; though I would, if allowed, fire the guy on the spot), but they decided to ride this satanic tiger and actually use the guy for, you guessed it right, more virtue-signalling and woke propaganda. Utterly despicable and, make no mistake, those who signed on this will, unless they repent, have their reward. I am a very Capitalistic guy, but when I see this kind of behaviour I really think it has gone too far.
Some of the comments are, actually, sane, insisting on calling the man him even if the author of the article refuses to say his proper male name. It is encouraging to see that more and more people see through the lie.
What do we learn from this? As more and more people encourage this particular kind of madness, and the madmen are elevated to the status of “trailblazers”, the suicides also increase and become more prominent.
The lie, literally, does not fly. It never did for us sane Catholics, but it certainly is becoming more and more difficult to believe even for a more, shall we say, agnostic crowd.
These madmen are, unwittingly of course, becoming the poster boys for the madness of tranniedom.
Do you want to end up totally miserable and, when the self-inflicted pain becomes too much, commit suicide? Become a trannie!! That’s the surest way to achieve your aim!
And no worries: there will be no lack of idiots accompanying you to your destruction every step of the way and, after your suicide, saying “I feeeel responsible for nooot dooooing mooooore”.
If any of my readers have – through no fault of their own – some relative who fancies himself a woman, perhaps articles like the linked one, and accurate statistics about the extremely high suicide rates among these nutcases, could help avoid the worst.
Still: realistically, a man who has decided that he is a woman trapped into the body of a man is already very advanced in his satanic madness; and prayer, very likely, the only thing that can help.
In your charity, make a (huge) effort and say a prayer for this stoopid tool. He also had an immortal soul, a soul of infinite value. That he likely merited to have his soul damned forever is, in itself, one reason more to pray that he might have saved his.
Meet Lewd Old Francis And His Weekly Trannie Show
I have called Francis a lewd old man many times.
However, not even I was ready for the revelation that the guy wants his own tranny show every week.
It really boggles the mind: being introduced to tranny prostitutes every week in order for his old, lewd mind to be, in some perverted way, titillated by the view of freak shows. I doubt even Hunter Biden can be as lewd as that.
Either this guy is a proper, proper faggot, or he is a perverted old swine. Tertium non datur.
Normal, decent people have a sense of horror, shock and disgust when they see one of these freaks. This is because they see Satan at work, in a particularly disgusting way. Happily, the event is, for now, very rare. Still, it is so soul-scratching that I have written about such episodes more than once, and also recently.
Francis is, clearly, different. His completely depraved mind wants a weekly titillation and dose of perverted excitement. It is not clear to me what he will do with the images etched in his brain; but most certainly he will use them for all the lewdness he is, at his age, still capable of. Boy, this guy must have faggot magazines under the bed!
Kindly, do not give me the old V II trope of meeting the sinner where he is, or of the evangelisation work. There can be no evangelisation when one is giving scandal. In fact, the exact contrary is here the case. There is no intention whatever of leading the freaks to normality. They are, in fact, told that they are ok as they are. I would not be surprised if they appeared in front of Francis in drags. I would not be surprised if this happened, in fact, on Francis’ express wish.
One understand more and more why this guy hates the Church so much. One who has such rot in his mind must perforce hate every concept of purity and every organisation, or devotion, promoting it.
He hates the Church, the Tridentine Mass, the Rosary and, in short, all of us, because he likes trannies. He must hate the Church with a particular passion, because he knows that he scrounged an entire existence out of Her. Remember his separating the hands of the boy in prayer? Isn’t it, now, extremely clear why?
In one thousand years, when this crisis has been almost entirely forgotten, this guy will be remembered, by people who don’t know his name, because of the lewdness of his behaviour. Just as we today say “Renaissance Popes” to signify worldly instincts and strong corruption, our descendants will say “pervie popes” to mean the popes of the Age of Francis; of whom, make no mistake, we are going to get more, unless the Lord takes this burden away from us.
I have written, only a couple of days ago, about the “listening people”. Well, I think Francis is exactly the way God punishes us – and deservedly so, collectively speaking – for this kind of “listening”.
Satan is calling. People are listening. Niceness to everyone is the new Creed. And I wonder: will any Cardinal, will any Bishop call for the end of this scandal? Don’t bet your pint.
Niceness and inclusion are the new religion. All this inclusion leaves one out: Christ.
No wonder you end up with an old lewd man desperately trying to get some erotic excitement – or whatever substitute he can find for it – out of perverts in drags.
The Deranged Perverts And Their Evil Helpers
After my last post about the horrible perversion of tranniedom, reader Skeinster asks:
What will be the punishment for the parents who, for whatever reason, connive to push their innocent young children into this life? Many are predicting that their temporal end will be murder by the children they mutilated, once they fully comprehend what was done to them.
This is, I think, occasion for a couple of considerations.
The first one: I am pretty sure that such mutilations of teenagers have been going on for years, without the general population being even really aware that such things happen. I knew that there was a clinic, in the UK, specialised in such satanic exercise only when the clinic was shut down. From the same article, it is to evince that the same clinic has been operating for ten years!
You would think that such issues would cause a debate even much more ferocious than the one about Pervo”marriage”, as everybody in the UK actually claims to care for minors! But no. It seems like this stuff has been smuggled under the pretext of “health care” for people “suffering” of “gender dysphoria” (boy, how many stupid words people invent when they get mad…) and hey presto, you have a dedicated clinic for that as the perv groups (also mentioned in the article linked) complain that this taxpayer-paid service is not fast enough.
The article does not mention the lowest age involved in this. One case of hormone blockers at 16 is quoted. I don’t know what else happens, but I really cannot exclude that, if some satanic parents think that their child should be mutilated at a young age (say: 14) the NHS would actually say “no”. Mind, I hope they do. But we live in disturbing times.
Now, as to the “child”, or rather teenager, some harsh words from me. I refute to believe that a child who has reached the age of reason (say: 7, 8, 9 at the latest) can *ever* arrive to the point of clamoring for a mutilation without having already perverted himself in a massive way. A child of seven can commit a mortal sin. He has, therefore, already the fundamental principles of natural law etched in his consciousness. A youth of, say, 14 or 15 can, most certainly, not consent to, and desire, such stuff, and call himself innocent.
However, this statement must be integrated by the following ones: that a perverted adolescent can, by God’s Grace, go back to normality (I would say this is much easier in a teenager than in an adult), but the parents’ actions make it impossible for him to have a normal life afterwards (and, in fact, they will make it much more difficult for said adolescent to go back to sanity, after insanity has already disfigured and mutilated him), and that such satanic parents are also 100% responsible for all the suffering they inflict on their offspring. The earthly justice will not be able to touch them, as this stuff is, very obviously, legal; but the heavenly one will be, bar repentance, extremely harsh.
We live in a world where minors (I positively refuse to call a 14, 16, or 17 years old boy a “child”, this is stuff for the PC crowd who want to cry about all the huge Black teenagers a’ la Michael Brown) can be mutilated for life, and this is not even the object of a devastating, year-long, “front and centre” public debate.
This is what happens when the word “phobic” is weaponized, and used by a minority of perverts to cow normal people into submission.
The Ticket-Free Freak Show
He was standing at the entrance of the grocery store, in front of one of those little tables offer free sample of some new product. He had a very robust, squarely built body. His broad shoulders, his thick arms, and his trunk like legs screamed a primeval message: this guy is built for battle.
He wore a red dress.
I mean by that a proper, certified authentic, woman’s dress. The dress was, also, well above the knee, ruthlessly revealing the rugby player physique of the guy. It was something either made to measure, or from a shop for obese old women, as the guy’s trunk was, actually, massive.
He was talking with the poor lady at the stand, desperately looking for approval, acceptance, or some form or normality. Sadly, if you are a mad guy trying to transform yourself into a cross between a freak of nature and a circus joke, the only acceptance for you should be, for your own good, in the madhouse.
Meanwhile, the poor woman was trying to talk to him in as normal as possible a way, full knowing that any indication of hilarity in her face would have spelled trouble. Poor woman.
This is now, officially, another job I could never have, or keep for long.
The guy exacted from the poor lady the tribute he was expecting, and then proceeded to walk inside the big grocery store. I could, by this time, see that he was carrying a heavy makeup. He looked the way a tranny prostitute would have looked in the Italian movie Gomorra, an extremely crude representation of the worst and most criminality ridden places – and people – in Italy.
The freak show proceeded to move on inside the store and pretend he was interested in the salads – in reality, I think, desperately trying to be noticed by the patrons of the establishment, and fancying someone was seeing him as a woman -, and I proceeded to move away from that store section, the sensation of disgust and satanic influence now clearly prevailing over the initial amusement at the ticket-free circus freak. It ended there, and I hope the guy does not cross my path again, ever.
If memory serves, what I was looking at was a walking, talking, 80% suicide probability. A tragic reality produced by the toxic combination of the madness of these people and the madness of those encouraging them.
Nowadays, people love to sacrifice at the altar of niceness and political correctness. But they don’t sacrifice lambs. They sacrifice deranged perverts, even more culpable than they are, then their madness is the fruit of a willed self-deception, espoused and fed upon until Satan gets his prize. Satan is, if he is allowed, the only winner in this game. Funnily enough, even he is said to be utterly disgusted by these people.
Go away, buddy, and try never to cross my path again, then your show is one that attracts attention (like a car crash, or a bearded woman) only for a very limited time.
I wish you salvation. But my pint is on the other outcome.
Proddies Go Trannie
It was only a small number of years ago (in 2003), that the Presbyterians had their first officially sodomite “bishop”. I can easily imagine that, at that time, a “trannie bish” would have ben unthinkable to the very people who, actually, supported Robinson
However, once you go down the road of “affirming” perversion, where do you end?
Let us see the stages: first “specially ordered” freak show guy in 2006; first mutilated “priest” allowed to remain “such” in 2007; first officially enrolled freak show guy in 2012; and now, in 2021, the 2006 freak show guy is the first “freak bish”.
The link is posted only because, otherwise, you might not believe anything in this blog post; and I must confess that I, myself, who have zero esteem for our proddie non-brothers and non-sisters (also because, these days, you just don’t know) in the faith, had to do a double take and stop at the enormity of the situation.
Also please note – in a further piece of evidence of the degeneracy of modern times – that the author of the linked article, who is very supportive of the novelty, refers to the freak show guy (or girl; whatever that person is) as if they were two people. Which is strange because even a schizophrenic guy, or gal, is, in fact, always only one person.
There was a time when I, in my naivete and inexperienced, was actually angered at such news, because I thought that they would be harming the faith and leading people astray. In the meantime, though, “such news” have become so outlandish that I am persuaded that, rather, they serve to help the good people to stay away from such organisations; it being, at this point, evident that only a person whose heart and mind has been deeply, deeply corrupted can accept this senseless parody of Christianity as the real thing.
Make no mistake: him, and her, and they, and them, and xir, and all that rubbish, will go straight to hell unless they manage to get their pronouns right before they kick the bucket.
I have just written about the obvious justice of hell.
Honestly, this one here is another great example of it.
L’Oreal: Because He’s Racist.
The well-known beauty firm L'Oreal hires a trannie (you read correctly) to represent their products. Then they fire him when sick statements of the man (in the Breitbart article constantly referred to as “they”, either out of political correctness or referring to his schizophrenia, one of the two) stating that all Whites are racist or profit from racism are made public.
Not happy, the troubled guy went on to say that the “persecuted” minority should be pulled up from the bottom of the pyramid and put at the top, just like that, because of the colour of their skin.
A lazier, more racist and more entitled mentally disturbed black guy was never seen breathing.
This should be (but it won't) a lesson for L'Oreal: apart from killing their image of beauty and femininity by giving ad space to a man, however similar he was made to a woman, they expose themselves to all kind of bad publicity when these people show who they are: deeply troubled individuals who should receive medical attention in specially built hospitals rather than being made examples for the rest of us.
Winning: Trump Ends The Trannie Madness
It has been announced today that President Trump has put an end to the madness of trannies in the army. Not only, mind, in combat roles, but in any capacity whatsoever.
Every sane person cannot but be pleased at the slow recovery of sanity the USA are attempting under President Trump. Not that the event in itself is anything world shattering. A functioning brain should be enough to prevent the situation that Trump he today corrected in the first place.
What is remarkable is the willingness to go against a madness now accepted as normality by vast swathes of the once Christian West.
Another day, another baby step toward ps normality under President Trump. No thanks to all the BeverTrumpers and the fake conservative Judases who would have accepted Mad Dyke Hillary at the White House.
Keep winning, President Trump. And please do not forget all those, like Jeff Sessions, who are your real strength.
Feminists, Check Your Privilege! Trannies Blast Oppressive Femginas
In a rather funny turn of even (albeit I must admit everything these people do and say turns out to be funny in a tragic way) the march of the wymyn has been sharply criticised by trannies and assorted freak shows.
We discover things we would have have never imagined at the heart of the feminist movement.
They are too White.
They “exclude” freak shows (yes: they are disgusted themselves!)
They believe absurd things like, for example, that “a vagina is essential to womanhood”. Tranniephobia!!!
I mean: really? Don’t these fat, ugly, white feminist (and their cats) understand that the Trannies are fighting exactly the same “civil right” fight the Suffragettes were fighting 100 and more years ago? Where will it end if the “oppressed” of yesteryear do not show solidarity with the “oppressed” of today?
Come on, fat White feminists! Show us your mettle!
We want to see a colourful collection of trannies and assorted freak shows, in the first very row, at every one of your marches. We want you to organise yourselves according to strictly political correct criteria (White women out! Black trannies in!). We want to see you give the oppressed the lead, instead of patronising them with your White Angry Privilege!
As for myself, I will continue to believe that if the Blessed Virgin did not feel oppressed, so shouldn’t they; that women as a sex have – with the complicity of weak men – been working at the ruination of their own lives for now more than one hundred years; and that the weak men, as a sex, of our generation are the main cause – and at the same time the fitting punishment – for the feminist madness we are living.
As for myself, besides remaining of my opinion, I am glad to be in the company of this man, however politically incorrect he may have been:
“The women’s suffrage movement is only the small edge of the wedge, if we allow women to vote it will mean the loss of social structure and the rise of every liberal cause under the sun. Women are well represented by their fathers, brothers, and husbands.”
Three Cheers For The British Trannies!
Life Site News (Google the link) has the story about the two male British athletes who appear on course to qualify to compete as females in the coming Olympics games.
The Brits seem to take the rules seriously: a man (means: willie, marbles, and the rest) can be admitted to compete among women if his testosterone level has been below the norm for one year. No need for zip-zipping, because to force a “woman” to mutilate “herself” would be against her “human rights”.
In a predictably hypocritical manner, the female apostles of the gender revolution are now very angry. Gender theory cannot apply when it deprives real women of medals! “Biology is biology!”
I am astonished at the hate and transphobia shown by these feminists: the athletes in questions are women trapped in the body of a man! Why would they not be allowed to compete among their fellow women in the same way as they can, erm, use their bathrooms? Again: hate and transphobia is all this is.
Can't wait for the trannies to win their first gold medals: the cameras slowly closing on the massive jaw, the Adam's apple prominently on display, the masculine figure towering between two real women (if there are no other trannies around, of course).
Will this be a moment of awakening for the gender crazed? I doubt; but one should never lose hope.
Trannie In The Female Bathroom: It’s So Much More Than Safety
The controversy about the “Trannie in the Bathroom” shows once again how adept Conservatives are at losing battles out of fear of appearing “insensitive”. And there can be no doubt that when fundamental issues are avoided in the name of peripheral considerations defeat is already assured.
The problem with the Trannie in the female bathroom is, certainly, also a problem of security. But this is merely an accessory of the main problem. The main problem is the progressive transgenderisation, and therefore deep perversion, of Western civilisation.
Do you think that the Trannie really cares where he piddles? To him – and those who help him – the issue is one of homologation of his perversion within mainstream society.
Therefore, when the opposers avoid to touch the main issue and hide under the issue of “safety” they have already lost, because they have already accepted the perverted frame of their opponents.
And by the way, after this battle is lost I will be very glad for all the wannabe conservative idiots who now have to endure a Trannie in their bathroom, or in their daughters' bathrooms. I am talking of those who weren't opposed to civil partnerships provided it's not marriage, those who must always let you know how much they love perverts (but hey, they hate their sins!), those who cannot talk of perverts in other terms than “gays”, and so on.
It serves you right, you nincompoops. You did not want to appear “insensitive”. How do you like them…Trannies?
We reap what we sowed. We accept the frame of reference of the perverts' lobby, of course we end up in a corner.
A Trannie must not be allowed in the female bathroom because he is a damn male, no matter how much he has amputated or disfigured himself. This, and no other, is the argument.
If a male thinks that he is a female the appropriate place for him is the madhouse, not the female bathroom. Safety is nowhere as important as recovering sanity.
But no: reading around about the controversy, it seems it's already a problem of “safety”.
Let's lose this one, too.
God forbid, we are called “haters”!
We are informed from a proto-communist newspaper that the IOC has released new “recommendations” for the admission of freak shows to Olympic games. The rules aren’t mandatory, but every national federation can adopt them.
Forget for a moment the astonishing language used in the article (“transitioning”? really?) and focus on the consequences. The new rules will make it far easier for not only a real freak show, but even a pretended one to compete together with females. I do not need to tell you that one years of hormone treatment does not a female make (nor does snipping things around, come to that).
The consequence of this is that the door is open for very ambitious male athletes without scruples – or for people with desire for attention, or weird issues – to be able to compete in female disciplines and, in many cases, obtain a clear advantage.
Can’t wait for the first big unshaven jaw on the podium of some traditional discipline, televised worldwide. It will be a big lesson for all the feminist cows out there, and those feminist-light women (and, alas, men; though I always wonder how many of them wish they were women) who are always there “supporting” the right to be a freak show, and now see the consequences for them.
Ideally there will be a half-invasion of “nu-females” (all equipped with a willie and the rest of a man’s muscular structure), pushing the real females away for the competition and becoming more and more common in olympic disciplines. It would serve the cows well. Live by “equality”, die by “equality”.
Besides, it is not clear to me why in the modern, “enlightened” world there should be male and female disciplines in the first place. It is sexist and patronising. It perpetuates a myth of “weaker sex” that we, in this enlightened century, have thoroughly rejected.
Mundabor’s proposal for the enlightened XXI Century: let everyone compete in only one discipline. Men, females, trannies, and paraplegics. Look at Pistorius (before the jail, that is), and tell me whether this age of patronising should not have an end.
Equality, says your truly. Let grrrls and men compete in the same 100 metres discipline. It will do them a lot of good.
Until that time – which I doubt we will ever see, because the world isn’t as enlightened as Yours Truly – let us prepare for the trannie on the female podium, grinning to the world with a jaw of Arnold’s dimensions, and let us ruin the entire idea of olympic games for everyone who isn’t a trannie, a dyke, a fag, or a died-in-the-wool liberal. See what it does to the sport.
Perhaps someone will, then, wake up.
Enjoy The Trannie, Ladies!
The New York Times has just another story about young women refusing to cope with the new reality of gender madness. Yours truly can only shake his head, and say “tsk, tsk”. There will be no link as we do not encourage bad newspapers here, but you know the issue is getting bigger.
A trannie in the girls' restroom, pretending he is a woman. Isn't this the world that two generations of idiots – even of idiots who call themselves “conservatives”, though they will hasten to tell you they aren't “the religious type” – have created? Why complain now?
Listen, girls: there can be no middle way. Either you decide that a boy claiming to be a woman is a disgusting pervert, or you will have to see his schlong dangling in the shower room. And in doing so, you will have to affirm that the boy – with annexed schlong – is in fact a woman, because he says so.
The mentality of showing understanding and open-minded views must lead to acceptance in everything, because there can't be any half acceptance of an ideology.
If a schlong makes of one a male – which our forefathers, in their unspeakably patriarchal and oppressive mentality, always thought – then the entire construct not only of gender theory, but of acceptance of sexual perversion must be reversed; then if reason and common sense follow their normal course abnormality must be rejected as aberration, and to understand this there isn't even any need of a religion, merely of a brain. But if there is any acceptance of “normality” in perversion, then this supposed normality must be coherently followed, and its consequences drawn from it. Normal is normal. There is no abnormal normality.
It is, therefore, fitting that happily dangling trannie schlongs make their more or less proud entrance in girls' shower rooms. It's the bed they made, and the girls will now have to cope with all the dangling, and affirm it.
I can't wait for the Olympic female disciplines being dominated by trannies. How would Rick Santorum say put it? If they say they are women, then they are women? Well, then! By the bye, I wish that Santorum had one of his daughters pick a Trannie as “BFF”; it would serve him right, and put in his own home some of the disgusting, unspeakable rubbish he wants to ram down the throats on the American people.
The “moderate” chicken are coming home to roost. “Moderate” mothers so understanding of aberrosexuals as long as their little suburban world remain in order will have to pay the price of their stupidity, because it is fitting that this kind of stupidity be paid to the last dime, on theirs and on their descendants' skins. Say hello to Donna, then, the massive “girl” with the huge shoulders and the cavernous voice, throwing her “normality” down your throat and demanding your acceptance and affirmation of her rights. Enjoy every bit of it. Remember? You always said you weren't “narrow-minded”! Enjoy the show, then. Savour it to the last. It will do you good.
In just a little time, you will truly understand a lot of what has been wrong with you, your “understanding” and your “unjudgemental” attitude these last fifty years. Too late, alas! But there's no denying it: it's the bed you made.
The Daily Freak Show
I saw him during my lunch pause, in a busy business district of a city that shall remain unnamed.
Very, very long hair parted in the middle, and almost completely white. A big, manly face signed by time and weather. No delicate lineaments, he. Big nose, big jaw, scorched skin. You get the type. Corpulent, but not obese.
Two huge breasts, probably a patent from DuPont, emerged from under a purple shirt. They weren't “men boobs”. No. This was the work of DuPont all right. A scaffold, attempting to be a bra, kept the things in place.
The man walked along the street with the grace of an elephant, and was the very epitome of a freak show. Not a bit shy about it, though. Just walking the “boys” out a bit, I suppose. The poor wretch was a pathetic sight, and filled my heart with pity and disgust at the same time.
I could not avoid thinking that the shock I had will be reduced in the years to come, as such freak shows, now so openly “celebrated”, become more and more common, and the taxpayer provides for the expenses of self-mutilation, hormone-driven-deformation, and all the rest demanded by the poor wretches.
A society celebrating perverted freak shows, and making of them the very symbol of a new era, represents a scale of rebellion comparable to the one of the inhabitants of Sodom. But this XXI Century Sodom will soon engulf a great part of the West (yes, Italy and the other traditional Catholic Countries too: can't you see how your own pope loves to surround himself with them?), and will “celebrate” his own man made goodness and tolerance as it does so.
This is the world in which your children and nephews will grow. Perversion as normality. Christianity as oppression.
Prepare yourself for the daily freak shows. And pray that you and your loved ones may never become so perverted that you see perversion as normality.
I had joked some days ago, and said I missed the Trannie at Francis' Easter stunt.
Turns out I was wrong: one of the “women” (“Trannii probati”, evidently…) who got their feet washed was, you got it, a Trannie. Said Trannie also had the effrontery of receiving communion, at the hands of another priest, and live on Television, shortly thereafter.
If Francis knew of this, the degree of evil of this man clearly goes beyond what even I had imagined, making nothing less than a satanic mockery of Jesus' washing of the feet of His disciples.
But let us imagine that this was not the case. Let us imagine that Francis hasn't noticed the voice of the man, or in his innocence (provided such an old lewd man like him has any left) really thought her a woman, or has not noticed the man's Adam's apple (which, for all I know, should be an inescapable giveaway even if the man stays there without uttering a word, and hidden behind a ton of hair). Let us imagine all this, out of a charitable attitude the man (Francis, I mean here) does not deserve in the least.
Even if Francis has, in hypothesis, not willingly washed the feet of a Trannie, what has happened goes to show what the consequences of these media stunts are. Jails do not gather the most beautiful flowers of humanity. The Church certainly belongs in a jail, but the Church belongs there in order to convert or reform the sinners, not to encourage them in their sins. The latter is, most certainly, what has happened with this disgraceful episode.
There is no possible universe in which a Trannie can present himself for communion dressed like a woman – and therefore fully embracing, for everyone to see, his own perversion – and receive worthily. Her very attitude, clothes, walk, talk, in short: all her person will scream: “I am in mortal sin!”
If we can accept a world in which that is not mortal sin, then nothing must be a mortal sin. If we make excuses for a man dressed like a woman, there is no case in which we cannot fabricate excuses. If it is possible to walk, act, dress, and therefore live in perpetual defiance of Our Lord without this being a mortal sin, then it is impossible to see how the public concubine should not be able to receive communion. If we make allowance for, say, a fantasy “repentance” just before receiving, we must make the same allowance for the child rapist just before he proceeds to rape the child, and then again just before killing him.
Mortal sin is not only the specific act of, say, sodomy, or fornication between concubines. Mortal sin is already in the public scandal: in the obvious, and public, defiance of Our Lord's laws. This is why the public concubine is in mortal sin qua public concubine, and not only if she has sex. This is why the very fact of living in sin in front of the community excludes from communion even if Mr Concubine happens to be secretly impotent, and Mrs Concubine happens to be the frigidest bitch alive.
This is another grave scandal born of the immense stupidity – even excluding the evil intent – of this pontificate.
A Trannie had his feet washed, in place of men chosen in order to remind us of the Apostles. Men who had, traditionally, to be people of tested repute in their own community: viri probati. In the past age of sanity, even an immoral man would have been considered, and emphatically so, not worthy of having his feet washed on Maundy Thursday. We live in times in which a Trannie has his feet washed and no doubt many idiots, even among Catholics, wax lyrical about the “peripheries”, and all that rubbish.
Huge blunder or willed, satanical mockery? I do not know.
But it tells you everything you need to know about this Pontificate.
Dancing In A Tutu, Drunk, And Singing Obscene Songs
Almost every day I wonder what new stunt Francis has prepared for us today. As the man has a natural propension for ridicule and does not know what shame is, I tend to think the bottom would be a Bishop Francis dancing in a tutu in the middle of St Peter’s square, drunk, whilst singing the most obscene songs his own repertoire allows.
On reflection, I must wonder what is worse, the obscene dance or receiving a Trannie willing to “marry” some other perverted tool at the Vatican.
You see: a Bishop Francis making a spectacle of himself in St.Peter’s square would be a disgrace, but a very private one. His behaviour would then be attributed to drunkenness, or marijuana, or simple lewdness; but it would be considered something of which Francis only has to answer, and no one in his right mind would think that Francis is paving some new way for the Church.
Much worse is, on the other hand, when perverts are received at the Vatican. In this case, the scandal is in the way the Pope behaves as Pope, in a supposedly sober state, and in his official capacity. This kind of behaviour must be far more apt to confuse the Catholics than the drunken antics of a lewd old man.
It can, therefore, be safely concluded that the supposed nadir of papal depravation – as thought by yours truly – has already been surpassed by a man who has obviously made of the depravation of the Chutch the main objective of his pontificate.
When you see a drunken Francis dancing in a tutu in the middle of St Peter’s square – and nothing lets one suppose that you will not, one day, see just that – remember this blog post and say to your friends that the one with the Trannie was, in fact, even worse.
Pope Trannie Is Satan’s Tool
There is a reason why I keep calling the Bishop of Rome TMAHICH, The Most Astonishing Hypocrite In Church History. The reason is that the double-tongued falseness of this man simply defies imagination. We see evidence of this all the time.
“Rabbitgate” is just a few days old, and it now turns out Francis has reached a new depth in his constant encouragement and promotion of sexual perversion. The events unfolded as follows:
1) A Trannie writes to the Pope and complains about his “discrimination” because hey, his fellow Catholics and (the horror!) his own priest just do not want to “accept” he is a shameless perverts publicly espousing his abomination to the point of surgical and/ or hormonal manipulation. You would think the entire planet is on drugs, but hey…
2) Pope Francis, of whom the kindest thing that can be said is that he might, actually, be on drugs, calls the man on the phone and expresses him his sympathy, or solidarity, or support, however you want to call being accomplice in another man’s sin. He does so twice. The second time he does it on Christmas Eve, and it is OK to cross yourself at this point.
Disturbing. If this is not the mark of a man deep in the lies of Satan, I do not know what is.
3) The two phone calls are not enough. Francis feels he has truly not done all he could to encourage every sort of sexual perversion. Whilst most of us, endowed with basic decency and a normal degree of innocence, would be horrified at sitting in the same room with a Frankenstein-like joke of Satan, Francis has such a need for them that he needs to have both the trannie and his “partner” flown from Spain (at whose cost, I’d love to know) in order to get an official peep into Tranniedom; something for which, evidently, his own house bitch Ricca is not enough. This happened in the last few days, after TMAHICH’s return from Manila, the sacrilegious mega-mass, and The Rabbit Show. The Trannie is about to “marry” (of sort) his own “lover”, but do not think this further encouragement of scandal deters Francis is any way. Whatever goes against Catholicism and basic decency is clearly good for him.
Satan, my dear readers, is looking at you, and laughing out loud.
At this point the news was clearly leaked, and the Vatican does not comment up to now. I take it this means at least that someone within the Vatican cares for his own soul and wants to expose Francis for the satanical tool he is. But considering the antics, the hypothesis that Francis might be on cocaine should be taken seriously and investigated accordingly, because this kind of loss of the sense of reality is a typical, well-known manifestation of cocaine addiction.
At this point, words fail. New ones at least. So it is fitting to repeat the old ones:
This Pope is an old, lewd man either attracted to every form of sexual lewdness, or a pervert himself. He is set to sabotage Catholicism, a religion he obviously loathes. If he believes in any god (which I doubt), it is some home-made Peronist deity obsessed with the “environment” and with a penchant for sexual perversion (basically: himself). He will do whatever he can to insult Catholics as he drives them away from Catholicism and into his own religion of social envy, environ-mentalist terror, economic chaos and sexual depravity. He is not recognisable as Catholic in any way, shape or form, as it becomes absolutely evident every time he does not read from a script but says what he really thinks and does what he likes. His lack of elementary prudence and decency justifies the suspicion of drug use. He makes the work of Satan day in and day out. He might be, let us say it again, a sexual pervert himself.
This is the current Bishop of Rome: a shame too big, too brash, too blatant, too much in-your-face to even claim any title to subtlety. A poor intelligence with a low degree of education, he isn’t even able to put some nuance in his subversive work so that more people than the plain dumb may be deceived. But he is testing the dumb too, or at least the less stupid among them.
Possibly a pervert. Possibly on cocaine. Evidently slow-witted. Most certainly not Catholic. Full of himself. Full of shit. A first-class hypocrite. A tool of Satan.
There. The Bishop of Rome described in just a few short sentences.
Still: pray for the poor sod, that he may see the light one day before he goes to hell.
He is a tool of Satan, a heathen, a saboteur, a danger for souls, the scourge of the Church.
But you, you be a Christian.
As an encore, enjoy “Loretta” again.
Just imagine the young woman is Francis.
In another show of how some Presbyterians are exactly the opposite of Christians, we are informed a “transgendered” freak show is going to preach in a big Presbyterian so-called Cathedral, in an event to which the omnipresent Fag Supremo, Mrs Robinson, is also going to take part.
The amount of sugary nonsense waffled about by the organisers of the event is stunning. Not only is Christianity never to be seen – reminder: every heathen can be good to plants and dog puppies; but this is not what Christianity is about -, but it is transformed into its contrary, or I am tempted to say “transgendered”, by a purely self-celebrating worship of one’s perverted self.
Interestingly enough, the perverts’ organisations involved in the event say this is nothing special, and was “long overdue”. Which makes sense: in the world of perverts, being a pervert or a pro-perverts does not make of one anything special at all. The perverts will only ask one why he has not perverted himself before…
I wonder what kind of people take part in such ceremonies from the pews. I would bet my pint these places attract those who have a desperate need to silence their own conscience, and think the best way to do it is to declare their conscience wrong, and themselves right, hoping their conscience will shut up at last. Sodomites, lesbians, adulterers, abortionists, sexual sinners of any kind must find some superficial comfort in an edifice looking like a real Cathedral, inside which sexual perversion is celebrated as, no less, God-given.
And in fact, these people do not confront Christianity frontally, like an atheist pervert would; they simply proceed to reinvent it, and inform us 2,000 years of Christian thinking was wrong. They, the perverts, are right.
The tranny wannabe priest is the best example of the transgendered wannabe Christianity these people are trying to promote. They want to make of Christ one like them, so that they may forget they are, in fact, his very enemies.
Truth does not change.
Now as then, there will be wailing, and gnashing of teeth.
We can, and actually should, pray for the poor bastards. But it is, I think, perfectly fine to also say, in the traditional way:
Flammis acribus addictis
Voca me cum benedictis
Sausages, Beards, And Stupid Popes
Wurst in German means “sausage” and it is certainly not a coincidence that the drag queen who just won the Eurovision contest chose it as part of his, ahem, nom de saucisson.
Mister Sausage has, then, won. Carried, no doubt, but a mixture of the traditional attraction of the working class for freaks, and the newly discovered feeling that it be in some way cool to support a trannie, or whatever the faggot in question is.
What emerges is a world rapidly marching towards de-Christianisation: a traditionally Catholic Country like Austria picking a drag queen for a vocal competition, and the rest of Western Europe abandoning itself to the now usual orgy of cheap, voyeuristic goodism.
Why such stupidity? Because official stupidity has become so mainstream that it is endorsed not only by stupid politicians, but our very own, very stupid (or worse) Pope.
Make no mistake: this freak show winning a song contest is another poisoned fruit of the “who am I to judge”-mentality officially endorsed by the Destroyer. It is the result of the fact that every any sense of moral decency has been been thrown away, from the very Pope, in the name of an extremely selfish, heathenish, stupid desire to feel “good”, “inclusive”, and “accepting”, again, from the Pope down.
I can almost hear the Destroyer say that if this sausage chap “seeks God”, or “follows his conscience”, or whatever stupid nonsense comes to his mind, then who is he, or anyone else, to judge?
Now: freak shows have always been loved by the uneducated masses; but there was in these peasants and factory workers of old no approval of the obscene obesity of the cannon woman; they looked at her in the same way as they looked at the bearded woman: with the childish fascination for the absurd and the grotesque that is one of the marks of the childish mind. I am sure this is at play here, as we have seen for many years now TV shows taking the place of the circus, and bringing the freak shows in childish peoples' homes. But I think something else is also at play here: an almost voluptuous forgetting or throwing away of Christian morality, in favour of the man-made religion of niceness now rapidly conquering the West, and helped every step of the way, maliciously or not, from a Pope to whom being part of such a culture is infinitely more important than defending Catholicism.
Whenever such stupid things happen, we must soberly realise that with his stupidity, his populism, his addiction to popularity and mass approval, the BoR is the main engine of such events, it being obvious that nothing can push heathenism forward like unofficial, but still very clear Papal endorsement for heathenish thinking.
Pope Francis is very stupid, or very evil. He could, actually, even manage to be both at the same time, as intelligence is not a requirement for evil thinking. And he is a Jesuit, which in the last decades has been a byword for both.
Please, Lord, free us from this man or let him come to sense, and give us afterwards a Pope who believes in the God of the Christians instead of a freak amateur Che Guevara, a supporter of heresy and sexual perversion, a man with no respect for Our Lord, for the Blessed Virgin, or for the Sacraments; and a friend of everyone but sound Catholics.
Justice For Loretta!
Sad, but truthful article about the pitfalls of political correctness.
A Trannie (that is: a faggot who wants you to believe he is a dyke; or such like; I always get so confused…) is now suing CrossFit, a fitness organisation which organises its own CrossFit Games. In her modesty, she would be happy with $2.5m.
The reason for Mr (note) Jonsson to become rich is that he had a “gender reassignment” some years ago, but the organisation does not want to allow him to compete among the women.
In case you are thinking this is an April joke, no. It’s simply California.
My spontaneous thoughts on the matter:
1. If CrossFit is the “gender equality” organisation, as they might well be, I sincerely hope that they lose the suit, or have to pay the Trannie a lot of money. It is only fitting that the owners pay the price of their own stupidity, through their own stupidity. Contrappasso is how Dante would call it.
2. Similarly, I hope this changes the sport landscape in the USA and the entire world, and leads to new regulations by which Trannies are allowed to participate in women’s competition everywhere, from athletics to swimming to soccer. They would, ceteris paribus, easily outperform the women by way of their being … men. You would have women ousted by an awful lot of medals in favour of a small army of well-trained… men.
The liberal word would have to applaud. The women would have to shut up. They can’t say “but … biologically.. she… she… is a man!”, can they now?
Hey: the man was officially given the legal status of a woman by the stupid laws of the Socialist Republic of California. Why would he now have to be “discriminated” by the oh so inclusive society which allowed him to mutilate himself and undergo horrible chemical or hormonal treatments, and pledged to see him as a woman? How is it that reality can only be ignored when it just allows a couple of people to feel smug with themselves, but does not apply anymore when, say, other women pay the price for it?
Some people are trannies, my dear liberal female athletes. Get over it. Let’s make a huge PC exercise out of it, through Olympics and Paralypics, cycling, football (soccer), absolutely everything! You made this bed, now lie in it.
I hope the “struggle” for equality of the FDTAAP* crowd goes to its very end. I dream of a Wimbledon “female” tennis final between two trannies. Now that would be “inclusiveness”…
Live by political correctness, die by political correctness.
*Faggots, Dykes, Trannies and Assorted Perverts
Trannie, But Not Very “Gay”…
“Are you drunk, sicko get the f*** out of my inbox it’s midnight. You expect me to show up there after you told me I could face discrimination from you flock of subhuman morons? F*** you. You’re lucky you haven’t been served with a human rights notice. F****** Nazi c*** s***** f*****. You know you gotta be pretty f***** naive to believe the filthy b******* you spread. Do the world a favor and go kill yourself. Your f***** family too.
Master of theology master of F****** b*******. Must be proud.
This is the content of an email sent from a trannie to a Catholic priest obvisouly trying to save the trannie’s soul. Father Z has the story.
Let us just say I couldn’t even fill all the asterisks, but then again I am not mother tongue. Must be American, though, because he spells “favour” without the “u”.
No, this is not a very gay person. None of them are. When one sinks in such a pit of perversion, one becomes like this chap* here.
Others have remarked about the naked hatred transpiring from this rather rainbow-colourful message. I will point out, instead, on the “human rights notice” the man is talking – or rather dreaming, for now – about.
Make no mistake, this is the world these perverted bastards want to create: a world in which every challenge to their own disgusting perversion puts one at risk of outright persecution. No, not absurd at all. They have managed to take the moral high ground, and spread the mascara all over it. Unless we wake up, before not too long it will be a “hate crime” to call a pervert a pervert.
This is what we deserve for fifty years of stupid, effeminate “sensitivity”, during which reality was considered by Christian themselves more and more “inappropriate”; until even the use of every word these dang cretins do not like is considered taboo by the very Christians who should consider such perversions a taboo in the first place.
Christianity is marching toward persecution not because of the tiny minority of perverts, but because of the vast majority of Christians who, in their desire to feel oh so good and sensitive, have allowed these freaking faggots, dykes, trannies and assorted minions of Satan to achieve the status of “premium victim”, when they are among the worst offenders not only in the eyes of God – which is the most important thing; if you believe in God, that is – but in that they would do all they can to impose the acceptance of their own perversions to everyone as something to celebrate, and would not hesitate one second in perverting your child, your daughter, your sister, or yourself if they only could.
These people should be buried under a tsunami of ridicule and mockery, instead of being encouraged with the stupid, effeminate, all-understanding sensitivity of our times. If this had been the case, we would now not be confronted with abominations of all sorts, and would not be now more and more threatened with the attack to our very Christian principles, as we are accused of being “homophobic” for being Christians.
Make no mistake: unless there is no reaction to this PC mania and niceness madness, the “human rights notice” for failing to please a disgusting pervert is coming! Stop being a sensitive sissy, and go back to be a robust Christian! We will not send these perverts back in their satanical underworld by being “sensitive”. On the contrary: our weakness will embolden them more and more, until we will be the ones who are called perverted!
We must not accept this. We must rebel to this verbal self-castration. We must call perverts faggots, dykes, trannies. When we say “gay”, it must always be as a mockery. We must show them how disgusting they are.
Mockery wins wars. Ridicule and shaming are most powerful weapons. Social stigma works. It works so well, in fact, that it is the pervert’s first enemy, an enemy they are obviously trying to outlaw. The social control afforded by apposite description of disgusting realities will better protect your loved ones from the snares of the devil, and might even be useful to reform the one or other of the pervs – those who aren’t reprobates, at least -. The accommodation and desire to appease everyone will lead to your children being exposed to tranny propaganda in their very elementary school, and woe to you if you say something against it. But again, if you are one of the sensitive flowers it’s not more than what you deserve.
Do not hide under the PC rubbish of the “god loves the sinner”. God loves souls as souls, not trannies as trannies. A pervert who dies unrepentant goes to hell, whilst repentant perverts are ashamed of their perversion and do not advocate “rights” of sort for it, or for them.
Political correctness is killing us. Has been for fifty years. Political correctness is wrong, stupid, and a danger to Christianity. The tranny who wrote the email above is your future, and the future of your children.
* born with a willie = chap. No matter how perverted. One’s sex is given by God, not the surgeon.
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