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Padre Pio Exposes Francis’ FraudChurch.

The Revenge of the Rosary Counters...

And so the remains of Padre Pio came to Rome, and attracted the kind of crowd Francis alone could only dream of. Rorate has the photo; which, as they say, is more worth than thousand words.

Still, I feel I should say a word or two anyway.

What is more Anti-Francis, more old-style Catholicism, more – ahem – rosary-counting than a mass of faithful gathering to see the mortal remains of a Saint? Isn't this exactly that kind of activity the progressivists a la Francis should slam as “ossified”?

How desperate is the man, if he must try to save himself from total loss of face with the help of the Catholicism he hates?

I have written a couple of days ago that a big affluence was likely, though it could have been that people stay home in order not to allow Francis to shine out of the reflex of Padre Pio's light. Possibly both things are happening at the same time, but there is no denying the energy that has been mobilised is exactly the one that Francis tries to quench all the time. The faithful seem not to care whether Francis can get some golden dust out of all this glory. They might well be right.

There is no way this success can be attributed to FrancisChurch.

Actually, it might well be a reaction to it. Veiled for now, but who knows how much more vocal in future.

Francis can't hide his failure behind the love for Padre Pio. Not even at Patheos would they believe such nonsense (what they tell you is a different matter altogether).

The Emperor has no clothes, no brains, no face, and no manners. The contrast between the bankruptcy of this Unholy Year and this eruption of traditional Catholic devotion is brutal.

Thank you, Padre Pio, for exposing the man so well.



The Crowds That Never Came

Say no to clowns...

Say no to clowns…


And it came to pass the Evil Clown launched this beautiful initiative, the Year of False Mercy, with only months of notice. After that, he proceeded to complain that the city was not ready for the event – never mind the short notice – and much more would have to be done to prepare the city for the predictable onslaught of the Adoring Crowds.

Vanitas vanitatum!

The crowds never came. They are simply nowhere to be seen. The city now chooses to retract the emergency that should never have been and lifts the ban on snacks vendors’ vans in the strategic points of the Vatican on most days. Not exempted remain only those days in which the Commissario (Rome is under a Commissioner at the moment; long story…) is obliged – both for a problem of etiquette and to avoid the accusation of being rash if the unforeseen should happen on a couple of occasions – to believe that there might be some sort of crowd, at some point, after all.  

It truly is funny. The man has made such a noise about the necessity of being ready. He has warned about the pilgrims flocking to see the Freak Wonder of Circus Bergoglio, the Heretical Pope Surrounded By Homos.

Alas, nowadays the real Catholics are asking St Michael to be protected from the man, and the fake Catholics have decided that there is no point in flying to Rome to hear the same fluff they can hear pretty much everywhere, from pretty much everyone, but with a loss less rambling.

Better go to Vegas, no? 

The snack van owners can now rejoice (so to speak) for their ability to not sell their snacks to vast, totally absent crowds. The flop is more or less officially declared. Pope Francis looks like an idiot. 

Eh, wait. I know why…



Asking For Mercy

The Year of False Mercy begins today.

Yours Truly profits from the occasion to ask the Lord that He may, in His mercy, free us from this Pontificate.

We do not deserve such mercy, of course.

But how merciful it would be!


The Satanic Mercies

There was a time when no one in his right Christian mind would have dreamed to “shack up” and not fear the consequences of an unprovided death. Then the “pastoral” mentality came about, and suddenly more and more people were “provisionally” living together. But you see, thought their parents, they do intend to marry, “if all goes well”! So it's not really a scandal, is it now? Come on, God would forgive their son or daughter who die in mortal sin because they lurv, surely?

Give it a bit more time, and it is full of people who shack up and do not even plan to marry, because they “don't believe in marriage”. But you see, will those around them say (including an awful lot of parents, uncles and aunts), they have “their heart in the right place!”. If the Obama hits the fan God would, in His mercy, certainly not punish them! They are even members of the WWF. It would be as cruel as killing a kitten! God is merciful. They will be fine.

There was a time when Baptism was the first thought upon the birth of a child. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was born at midnight, and was baptised by ten in the morning the following day. Then came the time of “pastoral care”. Baptisms were postponed more and more, because you see, God being so merciful Baptism is not a priority. And then one is supposed to throw such expensive parties! Let's make it in three months' time instead. Or six. Or next year.

Give it a couple of decades, and Baptism is very low in the list of priorities. God would certainly not deny Paradise to a child just because he is unbaptised, would he? How could God be so unmerciful? Well then… Baptism can wait. And hey, is it not the child who should decide what he wants to do when he grows up? Why impose a Baptism on him?

I could make many other examples, but I think these two are obvious enough. They are example of a satanical mercy that helps people to go to hell by willingly and constantly substituting the fear of the Lord for the fluffy feelings so many nowadays call religion.

This is not our religion. This is satanical deception. This is the contrary of what Christianity has always believed. To betray Christianity in the name of Christianity is the most evil deception possible.

We must fight against this satanical deception wherever we find it. Which, make no mistake, will likely cost a couple of friends; but then again perhaps they weren't so worthy of having them as friends.

The satanical mercies are the most dangerous, because they are the most subtle. The Year of False Mercy about to begin will be another major Satan's offensive. Let us try to counter it as much as we can.




A New Religion: Meet Francis’ Impotent Hen Goddess

In the last day or two, we had another example of the extremely poisonous heresy and blasphemy of the Evil Clown. 

Like all Modernists do, the man takes elements of truth, puts them in the Great Heretical Mixer, and takes out of it a product obviously meant to mislead the faithful. In the last case, the new religion of the Impotent Hen Goddess is clearly the final product. 

Francis quotes Paul and states a well-known principle: God loves each one of His creatures. 

Then, he puts all this in the Great Heretical Mixer. What comes out of it is the following: 

Firstly, God’s omnipotence is a way of saying. God is omnipotent in all that is not uncomfortable to us. But in all that is serious, and concerns us very directly (which is: is ability to send us to hell and leave us there forever; to avert which the entire Christian religion actually exists) God’s omnipotence becomes (get ready for this) impotence. Do not be fooled. Do not believe that this is meant to be understood in a traditional Catholic frame. Nothing that Francis says is meant to be understood within a Catholic frame, so this one here isn’t, either. What Francis wants to sell you is a weak, unmanly, literally impotent god unable to harm you in any way whatsoever. 

This emasculation, banalisation and neutralisation of God is seen in the second blasphemy: the Hen-Goddess. Forget the Rex Tremendae Majestatis. Forget any fear of the Lord. Forget, obviously, any fear of hell. From now on, your image of God will be that of a hen protecting her brood. Again, the image of the hen is not new. What is new (in a Pope at least), is the intention of using the image to tell you nothing could ever send you to hell. In case some Pollyannas still do not get that this is what Francis really wants you to take home, he says it explicitly: “the most wicked and the most blasphemous person is loved by God with the tenderness of a father”. Note that the blasphemous wicked is pretty much the prototype of the one who sends himself to hell, but no mention of this from the Evil Clown. Clearly, Francis is telling you this: there is no way on earth you could send yourself to hell, because the Impotent Hen Goddess loves you and will never do this. 

I see in this blasphemous nonsense principally one of many off-the-cuff loads of bovine excrement coming to us before, during and – if God has so decreed – after the dratted Year of False Mercy. The Year of False Mercy will have the Impotent Hen Goddess as its own leitmotiv, as Francis and his minions repeat us every day that we must rejoice that Christianity is now largely superfluous, and reduced to a mere historical record of why there is no need of any religion anymore. The Impotent Hen Goddess cannot but love you unconditionally and without any consequence for you. Blaspheme as much as you like. It won’t affect you in any way.

This, my friend, is the message you are supposed to take home. This and no other. 

However, I see in this message – and in the many that will follow – another matter of significance: an impotent Pope, unable to have the Bishops dance to his tune and the Catholic Religion shaped in his own masonic image, takes refuge in petty off-the-cuff homilies in which he states – without explicitly saying it – always the same message: I am the good one, they are the bad ones; I am the merciful, they are the Pharisees; I get the “spirit” of the Law, they are stuck with its “letter”.

Let me say it once again: I could read a sermon of, say, St John Bosco using the same images and not have a problem with it whatsoever.  You see, St John Bosco was a saint, not a heretic. His contemporaries knew he was not a heretic because the man was extremely serious in warning you of exactly the contrary of what Francis keeps telling you: that God can well punish you forever, and there will be no way back if he does.   

But this one, who is a heretic, never does the Catholic thing. I have written a maximum of four posts – if at all – about sound Catholicism coming out of the mouth of the man. If he says anything Catholic it is because of an official occasion, in a prepared statement, when he really cannot avoid it. All the rest is socialism, incoherent blabber, spite, pettiness, heresy, blasphemy, or all of this together.

Like the God that can “slap you on the wrist at the most”, or this new Hen Goddess which, I have no doubt, will lay a great many heretical eggs during the Year of False Mercy.  

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Which is why Francis is, besides being a heretic, such a fool. 



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