His Name Was Tony Williams…

… and he was one of the greatest vocalists of the 20th century.

He was the lead singer of The Platters.

Tony Williams.  His name was Tony Williams.

In the spirit of posting more beautiful things, and because Trad Catholics have been giving me crap about hearing secular love songs as informative of the love for man by the Triune Godhead and vice versa…

…here is “My Prayer”, “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”, and “Harbor Lights”.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all… y’all.

(That’s poetry! And I didn’t even know-etry!)

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When the twilight is gone, you come into my heart, and here in my heart you will stay… while I pray.
My prayer is to linger with you, at the end of the day, in a dream that’s divine….

They said “Some day you’ll find all who love are blind,”
When your heart’s on fire, you must realize, smoke gets in your eyes….

Now, laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide
So, I smile and say….

I saw the harbor lights, they only told me we were parting.
The same old harbor lights that one brought you to me.

I watched the harbor lights, how could I help if tears were starting?
Goodbye to tender nights beside the slivery sea….

 

The Antipope and the Sodomites: Barnhardt CMR Interview Part 4

I have updated/corrected this to refer to Bergoglio as Antipope, given my position on the matter.  The original at CMR is HERE. I have not changed Pat’s words, as I don’t want to put words in his mouth.  I have only updated my portion of the text, and even then, tried to change as little as possible.


Pat Archbold: This is Part IV of my ongoing interview with Ann Barnhardt. In this part we will talk about the Pope. Now I am warning you, Ann uses very strident language to which readers of CMR are probably unaccustomed. Look, I know how Ann makes her points and I asked the questions. I appreciate her candor and intellect even if I don’t always share her style. Bottom line, if you don’t like strong language and insults, don’t read it. I don’t want to hear any complaints about her style. Disagree, fine. But if you complain about style or language choices, your comment will likely be deleted.

It is my choice alone to publish it here.

So let’s get to it.

PA: I will admit that this papacy is a continuing source of frustration for me. Pope Francis has so much to say about myriad minutiae, that his silence in the aftermath of the Irish referendum and SCOTUS decision on sodomite “marriage” seems deafening. It should be obvious to everyone, including the Pope, that this issue is the tip of the spear that will justify all manner of Christian oppression in the west, but the Pope says nothing. The defenders of the Pope’s leadership will cherry pick a statement here and there as proof that the Pope believes strongly on this issue. But the lack of leadership on this crucial topic at this crucial moment is devastating, moreover with the damage done by the “who am I to judge?” fiasco, it is even more incumbent upon him to lead on this issue. What should the Pope be doing on this issue and why isn’t he doing it?

Ann Barnhardt: What should the Vicar of Jesus Christ be doing? Um, practicing, teaching and preaching Catholicism. That would be a good start. He should be offering the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the Gregorian Rite at the Papal Altar of St. Peter’s basilica, directly above the tomb of St. Peter himself, every single day, begging our Crucified Savior there upon the altar, with copious tears, to have mercy on and to cleanse His Holy Church and the whole world. This should be broadcast/live-streamed and made available to watch on the Vatican’s website and whoever else wants to carry it, with closed captions in Latin above the various vernacular languages. The Pope should likewise celebrate Solemn Benediction every day, and recite the Litany of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, again in reparation for the horrific sins of the world – and not nonsense fake Marxist sins like “wasting food” or “using air conditioning”. No, actual real sins like sacrilege, sodomy, abortion, concubinage, and coveting and stealing other people’s private property and wealth, most especially by governments. Then the Holy Father should lead the world in praying the Most Holy Rosary – all 15 mysteries (You heard me. Fifteen. There are exactly FIFTEEN mysteries.), in Latin, for the crushing of and in reparation for the heresy of Modernism. He should conclude this daily rosary by reciting himself the Oath Against Modernism. Every. Single. Day. Once he gets that squared away, then we can start on formulating a plan for broadcasting him publicly praying the Liturgy of the Hours. The Liturgy of the HOURS. In Latin. Not the Liturgy of the Minutes in some barbarous tongue….

Oh, and there is also that minor matter of the Consecration of Russia to the Immaculate Heart of Mary….

Why won’t Antipope Bergoglio speak out about these grave sins? Let’s start with abortion. Antipope Francis had made it abundantly clear to all but the most pathetic of Pollyanna papoloters that he is a Marxist and thus a materialist. EVERYTHING he says is framed in a material context, including the wholesale of slaughter of pre-born children, which he has repeatedly characterized as a symptom of a “throwaway culture”. Because, you know, murdering babies is just one step up from not recycling. Further, he was reported as having said in an interview he granted to his favorite newspaper, the only newspaper he claims to read, La Repubblica, by his favorite journalist Eugenio Scalfari, an atheist Freemason, that the souls that do not achieve the Beatific Vision are “annihilated” and “there is no punishment”.

By Antipope Francis’ words, and the deafening roar of his silence, we can clearly discern that he doesn’t seem to think that abortion is really that much of a problem. Like so many others in the post-Christian, post-modern culture, the justification for abortion is that it is better for a child to be aborted, and thus its soul annihilated, than for it to be born and live life on earth in poverty. Which is so odd, because he is constantly telling us that the poor are superior beings that we should kneel before and venerate, and that God loves and is “closer” to the materially poor – not the poor in spirit, but the MATERIALLY poor – more than everyone else. Huh. It’s enough to make a person think that Antipope Francis maybe has an intellect rivaled only by garden tools.

Now to the question of sodomy. And let’s just cut to the chase and put forth the question that everyone is asking: Is Antipope Francis himself a sodomite? While it would explain much, I doubt it seriously. I don’t think he’s a fag. I think what he almost certainly is is a sociopath. Sociopaths are all about “winning the game” and imposing their will on others. For some sociopaths the “points” in the game include money and sex. Bill Clinton, Jon Corzine, Jim Jones and Marcial Maciel leap to mind. But all sociopaths share the common pathology of the lust of power and the desire to impose their will on others. For some, like Antipope Francis I strongly suspect, the “points” are in the form of wielding power within a political environment, which is how he views the Church and the curia – as a purely political organization. He gins up massive personal popularity with the full, giddy cooperation of the Freemasonic global media juggernaut, by ratifying and confirming people in their sins, most especially their sins against the Sixth Commandment, preaching a false gospel of moral laxity and permissiveness as “mercy”, religious indifferentism as “tolerance” and “ecumenism”, and personal indifference as “charity”. But, who am I to judge.

Now to the sodomites. The Vatican is CRAWLING with sodomites, and gurl, in the Antipope Francis era those nasty old queens are struttin’ like RuPaul late to a lipgloss giveaway at Sephora. Antipope Francis, being a politicking sociopath, formed an alliance with the Lavender mafia immediately because he knew that they were powerful, had numerous common goals and sympathies, including a visceral hatred of the Mass of the Ages, and that he needed them in order to push through his evil, populist agenda revolving around Sixth Commandment issues and Marxism. We knew for a metaphysical certitude that the Lavender Mafia was ascendant when Antipope Francis named the notorious, openly disgraced and may I say, utterly repellant old queen, Monsignor Battista Ricca to run not only the Antipope’s residence, but also the Vatican Bank. Ricca was shipped out of Montevideo, Uruguay, just across the water from Buenos Aires, in 2000 for being a promiscuous fag, carrying on an affair with a former Swiss Guard officer, getting the crap beaten out of himself while trolling gay cruising areas, and finally, getting caught in an elevator with a boy prostitute. Monsignor Ricca apparently lives by the credo, “Go big or go home.” When Antipope Francis installed and fully “rehabilitated” Ricca in the summer of 2013, everyone with two brain cells to rub together knew that the sodomite problem in the Church would not only not be addressed, but would get markedly worse under Antipope Francis, no pun intended.

While probably not a sodomite himself, Antipope Francis, being a few dilithium crystals short of a warp core, is also probably quite susceptible to flattery, and thus doesn’t mind the fags he surrounds himself with, because they are probably amusing and charming at table, and tell Antipope Francis how FABULOUS and BRILLIANT he is. Sodomite men, especially, tend to be shameless flatterers, which is why your 80 year-old aunt just LOVES her super-cute fag hairdresser and can’t understand why the mean old Church says that he and his anal sex partner/victim can’t get “married” and adopt pet children. (For me, it was my RCIA sponsor, not my aunt.) All because the fags tell their hags how GORGEOUS their outfit is… and then ruthlessly mock her as soon as she is out of earshot. Think of Antipope Francis, the fag hag par excellence, sitting at Casa Santa Marta for his well-watered lunch with Monsignor Ricca dressed in a pale-pink argyle sweater, and a host of other desperately amusing fags in the Antony Blanche mold…

“M-m-m-my Dear, Laudato Th-th-th-thi is simply d-d-d-d-divine. You m-m-m-musth be the th-th-thmartesth pope ever, D-d-d-dear. Now about that cr-cr-cruel, th-th-thrict Thwith Guard commandant Anrig, D-d-dahling. He thimply doesn’t underhand that we have … needths, my D-d-d-dear. We take the call to ac-c-c-ompany the thinner b-b-b-ody to b-b-b-ody quite th-th-theriously, m-m-my D-d-d-ear. (Peals of squealing laughter…)

antonyblanche

To Antipope Francis, it seems, it is all a political game which he intends to “win” by any means necessary. And the sodomites are probably his most important and powerful mercenary army. And make no mistake, they are kicking our ass up one side and back down the other. Or, as someone else has so forthrightly put it, the Bride of Christ is Being Raped.

Maranatha.

Starting Tuesday Off Right: Avert Our Ruin Edition

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

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Yesterday was the highest Marian feast of the year- the Feast of the Assumption.  In the former U.S., it wasn’t even a Holy Day of Obligation – the bishops decided that it is JUST. TOO. MUCH. to ask people to go to Mass on Sunday, and then again the very next day!

Meanwhile, satanists held a black mass in Oklahoma City, with the specific intention of desecrating the Blessed Virgin. Reportage here.

But this excerpt struck me especially:

According to the ritual, the corrupted Mary statue is placed into the center of a Solomonic triangle, which “entraps” her. Celebrants dance counter-clockwise around the statue before a spirit severs the statue’s head, unleashing a hellmouth, or opening to hell.

Inside the statue is an actual pig’s heart, Daniels said. After the statue has been smashed, a  priestess pulls the heart out of the rubble and eats it, thus “consuming” Mary and ending the ritual.

“You’re basically going to have three rituals going on at the same time,” Daniels said. “We’re trying to show people how chaotic we are in nature and how chaotic our religion is. It’s all based on chaos.”

Please cross-reference this to Antipope Bergoglio, possible and ever-more-probable False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist, and his continual calls for chaos, most recently in Poland at the horrific “World Youth Day”.  Headline here: “In first balcony talk, Pope tells youth to ‘make chaos'”

 And, what faithful Catholic will ever forget Bergoglio’s sickening contempt for The Rosary as he visited with a group of South American nuns back in the summer of ARSH 2013.  

As I prepare my open letter to the SSPX, I would remind those SSPX’ers reading that when Bergoglio referred to these “restorationist groups” that “it fell on him to receive”, he is talking, in part, about the SSPX.

I share with you two concerns. One is the Pelagian current that there is in the Church at this moment. There are some restorationist groups. I know some, it fell upon me to receive them in Buenos Aires. And one feels as if one goes back 60 years! Before the Council… One feels in 1940… An anecdote, just to illustrate this, it is not to laugh at it, I took it with respect, but it concerns me; when I was elected, I received a letter from one of these groups, and they said: “Your Holiness, we offer you this spiritual treasure: 3,525 rosaries.” Why don’t they say, ‘we pray for you, we ask…’, but this thing of counting… And these groups return to practices and to disciplines that I lived through – not you, because you are not old – to disciplines, to things that in that moment took place, but not now, they do not exist today…

Do. Not. Exist.

The Rosary?

The Venerable Gregorian Rite?

Roman Catholicism?

Do. Not. Exist.

Do. Not. Exist.

Do. Not. Exist.

If your blood does not run cold at this, stop and think about what the denial of a thing’s existence permits a diabolical narcissist sociopath, like Bergoglio, to justify doing.

And so, here is the Lesson from the Mass of the Assumption, from the book of Judith. When I read this at Mass yesterday, I knew who this “enemy” was that we must enjoin the Blessed Virgin to save us from, this enemy who is seeking our ruin. And she will.

The Epistle. Judith 13:22-25;15:10.

The Lord hath blessed thee by His power, because through thee He hath brought our enemies to nought. O daughter, blessed art thou of the most high God, above all the women upon the earth. And blessed be the Lord, who hath created the heavens and the earth, who directed thee to the wounding of the head of the prince of our enemies; because He hath so magnified thy name this day, that thy praise shall not depart from the mouth of men which remember the power of the Lord for ever, for whom thou hast not spared thy life, by reason of the distress and tribulation of thy people, but hast averted our ruin, in the presence of our God. Thou art the glory of Jerusalem, thou art the joy of Israel, thou art the honor of our people.

Barnhardt CMR Interview Part 3: So When Do We Start Shootin’?

Here is Part 3 of my interview series from last summer with Pat Archbold of Creative Minority Report.

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Pat Archbold: At what point is it legitimate to take up arms against this illegitimate government? I think that armed resistance might be legitimate as a defensive act if several states secede. Just war theory requires a reasonable chance of success? Without secession of multiple states, can armed defense be legitimate?

Alpha Bravo: Well, isn’t that the question du jour? I always snicker at Dennis Miller’s old joke that George Washington started blowing people’s heads off for taxing his breakfast beverage… and it wasn’t even coffee. First, as we discussed earlier, the whole American paradigm was and is deeply, deeply flawed and contained in itself from the beginning the seeds of its own inevitable collapse and destruction as John Adams himself was sure to point out, so we must be careful when citing the American Revolution as a positive example. But, those of us still capable of nuanced thought can tease out useful information from even a Diest-Freemasonic construct.

First, the founders of the American Republic did in fact do what I referenced as a current impossibility earlier. Namely, they FIRST established a replacement government so that there would be no absence of government, no state of anarchy. As St. Thomas teaches, it is gravely, gravely sinful to take up arms against a tyrant without first providing for a replacement government. If a people simply liquidate a tyrannical oligarchy (because there is in actuality no such thing as a pure tyranny consisting of one man – even the most powerful tyrants are still undergirded and enabled by an oligarch class) without providing for the replacement, the result of the state of anarchy will be the ascendancy of an even worse tyrant. Anarchy, by definition, enables the biggest psychopath thug to take control. Anarchy, therefore, is an always-fleeting interstitial period between a bad government and an even worse government.

The primary problem with the post-American populace is a near-unanimous unwillingness to defend itself against tyranny, and thus even contemplate or discuss the formation of a replacement government. As long as the Mickey-D’s is still slinging burgers and Cokes, and they can still watch all of their favorite agit-porn teevee shows and gaze upon this year’s popular and oh-so-lovable psychopath characters and their wacky, psychopathic hijinks, the very notion of rocking the boat, much less laying down one’s life, will engender nothing but contempt and hatred of the Jeremiahs by even the so-called “conservative right”. Believe me, I know.

But for the sake of the discussion, another problem with the former United States is the fact that the post-Christian, modernist cancer has so thoroughly metastasized. Any notion of geographical boundaries representing a sufficiently clean ideological compartmentalization is pure delusion. Every urban area will be its own discrete theater. There is no “Mason-Dixon Line”. Take Wichita, Kansas for example. One might be tempted to think that central Kansas, bordered on the south by Oklahoma, would be a “gimme”. No way. Wichita is a cesspit and stronghold of the rap/hip-hop culture, which is, of course, the Stepin Fetchit of the Washington DC regime. Every urban area is poisoned. Only the tiniest rural towns could establish a physical perimeter without sealing the enemy inside.

Beyond that, the possibility of establishing any sort of redoubt or new country by those attempting to flee is, for the first time in human history, impossible. The migration, spread and settlement of the entire planet has largely been driven by people trying to get the hell away from some other group of people. For some it was done with a handshake, for most it was done as a pure matter of survival: either go elsewhere or be killed. That is no longer possible as there is no more “unsettled land” and technology has effectively put us all in the same room. But more importantly, the forces of evil will not permit any competition. Any state secessions will be instantly crushed. The (former) US military “can’t” fight a few dozen inbred musloid retards to anything better than a draw, but rest assured that the full force and power of the American military AND economic complex would be brought to bear on any group of people that simply wanted to relocate to Montana, delink from Washington and be left the hell alone. Any sane, Christian state established anywhere on the planet would be instantly crushed, both militarily and economically, without mercy, because in the age of “tolerance”, “dialogue” and “accompanying one another, body-to-body, with tender caresses of mercy”, the jackboot stomps the face forever.

Having said all that, we return to supernatural. The Battle of Lepanto was a supernatural victory. On paper, it was suicide, and on a purely natural level would not have passed the Thomistic requirement that there be a reasonable chance of victory. But through Our Lady of the Rosary it was a decisive victory. The Battle of the Milvian Bridge was a supernatural victory. As was, in all likelihood, the Battle of Tours. St. Joan of Arc, by virtue of her very command, much less her victories, enjoyed supernatural support. I heard it said not long ago that a group of people “with nothing to lose” must be assembled to advance the cause. I disagree. Only when people who have EVERYTHING to lose lay down their lives and sail into a battle that, like Lepanto, looks impossible on paper, will there be hope. Has that time come? Oh, yes. Most definitely it has.

Starting Saturday Off Right: Happy Haters Edition

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

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St. Clare of Assisi, whose feast was yesterday.

I am always struck by the Mass of a Virgin Not a Martyr, specifically the Introit, which is:

Thou has loved justice and hated iniquity: therefore God, Thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
Psalm 44: 8

First of all, this is a very virile concept and verse to apply to Virgins-Not-Martyrs, of all people. We should be informed by this.

Also, ISN’T. IT. INTERESTING. that scripture says that people who HATE iniquity (immoral or grossly unfair behavior) and love JUSTICE, will be happy, joyful people. The world, today with Antipope Bergoglio as its spokesman and main propagandist, tries constantly to paint such people as miserable, fundamentally unhappy, mean-spirited, joyless people.  I myself am painted constantly thus – what a miserable harpy that Barnhardt is!  Clearly she has no friends, and will die a spinster because of her miserable comportment, joylessness, and shrewish, omni-critical worldview.

For those who have visited the “Van Down By the River/Creek”, yes, we share in the laugh.

The reason that people who hate iniquity and love justice are capable of joy and true happiness is, I think, because people who hate the bad and love the good do not go through life trying to hold or reconcile contradictory, irrational premises or positions simultaneously.

For the person who hates evil and loves good, there does not exist the soul-crushing tension that must come with denying the principle of non-contradiction as a defining characteristic of their person, nor the constant juggling of their own hypocrisies.  Being a hypocrite is EXHAUSTING for anyone who has not completely descended into full-blown Diabolical Narcissism/psychopathy.  This is why DNs are described, and sometimes describe themselves as being incapable of or never truly having known happiness.

In case you hadn’t noticed, post-western, post-Christian, post-human culture, and most certainly whatever “church” Bergoglio and his ilk are busily constructing before our very eyes (let’s call it FrancisChurch), are built entirely upon a foundation of denying that there is One Objective Knowable Truth, and a denial of the principle of non-contradiction.

The existential tension of this abject madness does, without question, bleed every bit of joy and gladness out of the human soul. All that it can ever yield is SUNSUAL, MATERIAL “pleasure”, which inevitably descends into narcissism, sterility and nihilism.

St. Clare, Happy Hater, pray for us.

Thank you, and now back to work….

Well, enough of this unpleasant and awkward money business.

New cellphone procured – straight-up purchase, no plan nonsense, 150 bucks.  Switch the SIM card and Bob’s your uncle, as the Limeys say.  And I’m sure the drone targeting system is vastly more accurate now.  As is the voice recognition technology and microphone.  Seriously folks – NEVER take your phone into the Confessional.  Leave it at home, or with someone.  There are NO DEPTHS to which these people will not sink.  Blackmailing people with confessions, be it sacramental confession and/or “spiritual direction” (as with the evil, sacrilegious racketeering outfit Legion of Christ/Regnum Christi), or evil, faux-confession paradigms (as with “auditing” in Scientology or just so-called “psychotherapy” for that matter) – it’s one of the oldest plays in the book.  Assume that damn phone is not just on, but ACTIVELY LISTENING AND RECORDING at all times.

Diesel will be delivered next week. WHEW!

A load of firewood will come the week after that.

Apparently, there are a few people out there who share my position on Bergoglio.

Also, there are a few Nat King Cole fans.

I shall endeavor to oblige both in the coming weeks and months.

Be assured of my daily prayers, the weekly Masses, and whatever special “extras” I can finagle.

Now, back to work!

Personal Update and Words of Thanks

A.)  As it can never be said enough, THANK YOU to one and all for your continued prayers and munificence.  In addition to the Holy and August Sacrifice of the Mass being offered in the Venerable Gregorian Rite for all of my benefactors every Tuesday morning at 0830 Eastern Time (set an alarm!), a friend of mine is doing the walking pilgrimage route of St. Benedict over in Italy this week, and he is praying on his journey for both my benefactors and my enemies. The blisters have set in, but he is pushing through and offering up the pain.

B.) As fully expected, I have lost a significant percentage of my average monthly donations since stating my position that Jorge Bergoglio is, in fact, not the pope, despite the fact that my traffic is up considerably.  Despite the fact that my position is exactly OPPOSITE of sedevacantism, for some bizarre reason, it is lumped-in with sedevacantism and there is an all-consuming terror by even the most traddy of Trads to not be lumped in with sedevacantism under any circumstance whatsoever.  I shrug.  It is what it is.  But it is sad to observe, because it is irrational.  To all of you SSPX’ers out there (my open letter to you is coming soon), it has not been lost on me at all that we now find ourselves in the same boat, but for different reasons: we are both falsely accused of being sedevacantists.

I also have voluntarily stopped writing paid pieces for other publications because I cannot and will not hide or dance around my position vis-a-vis Antipope Bergoglio, or really anything else for that matter.  I take “let your yes be yes, and no be no,” VERY seriously.  Also the part about the VOMITING out of the lukewarm.  If what a person says at the dinner table, or over cocktails, is NOT the same thing they say in public, that’s a problem. That’s a BIG problem.  Period.  But, as I said in my position piece, “Fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum.”  Let it be done to me according to Thy word.

C.) That said, I am going to do that which I despise, and “shake the can”.  I should very much like to fill up my diesel tank, as that will provide quite a bit of peace of mind as the cold weather quickly approaches, especially up here at altitude.  I went on a little field trip last Friday, and sure enough, we saw trees just barely starting to turn. It got me thinking that we’re only a few weeks out from cold nights.  I am delighted to be off the gas mains and have a big tank out back, but it is a significant expense to fill it, and the bill must be paid in full upon delivery.  Also, my phone died yesterday, which I guess isn’t too much of a shock as it is every bit of three years old.  I am going to have to buy a new phone/drone beacon.  Yuck.

D.)  I have sold a few cattle marketing DVDs off of the Reluctant Preppers interview, and that is a great help.  Thanks to the buyers!  I know $500 is a non-trivial sum.  For me, that is still the best income, because I feel it is in exchange for a tangible commodity/service.  I still don’t really buy the idea that my stating the plain, often glaringly obvious truth is a service that merits any sort of extraordinary compensation. It is like being expected to be paid for standing on a street corner, pointing at the sky and repeating, “BLUE!” over and over and over again.

E.) Thank you for the inquiries about my back.  It is good and I am walking 100% normally (for me, which is to say, like a constipated fascist), but I am definitely babying it, which is sub-optimal.  The subconscious (and conscious) fear of not just the pain, but especially the immobility of having one’s back in spasm is tough to overcome. Being a cripple and burdensome and even physically dependent upon others is one of the few things that genuinely terrifies me.  Good ol’ Protestant Anglo-German utilitarianism. You can take the girl out of the Black Forest, but you can’t take the Black Forest out of the girl (without a heckuva fight). That line of thinking is where all of the Euthanasia crap comes from – “it is better to be dead than a bother.”  I’ll almost certainly never fully shake that bit of Protestant cultural baggage in this world. It will have to be purgated out of me. Sloooooowly, and with great humiliation, I’m sure.

F.) I haven’t posted anything beautiful or happy in quite a while, so in honor of the Perseid Meteor Shower coming up on Friday and Saturday, which is supposed to be triple-spectacular this year, here is Nat King Cole’s “Stardust”.  Here’s hoping you can find a spot outside of town to watch.  And remember, God engineered the whole thing – the Swift-Tuttle comet, the intersecting orbits, completely for our benefit. Completely for YOUR benefit.

The heavens shew forth the glory of God, and the firmament declareth the work of His hands.
Caeli enarrant gloriam Dei, et opera manuum ejus annuntiat firmamentum.  
Psalm 18

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we’re apart

You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely night dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
Now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song

Beside a garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
A paradise where roses bloom
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love’s refrain

Starting Wednesday Off Right: Happy Death Edition

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

StLawrence

If I should be granted the grace of martyrdom, I should like, very, very much, to crack a good joke or two at some point during the proceedings, like St. Lawrence.

Happy feast of St. Lawrence.

St. Lawrence, pray for us.

 

CMR Barnhardt Interview Part 2: Answering the Age-old Question, Firing Squad or Hanging?

This is Part 2 of my interview series from last summer with Pat Archbold of Creative Minority Report published on July 3, ARSH 2015.  Obviously, Justice Scalia was still alive, but I stand foursquare behind every word herein.  Just because a person dies does not alter reality one iota.  What’s true is true.

The Scalia post of mine that Pat references is HERE.

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Pat Archbold: The fact that you call on Justice Scalia to resign seems to mean that you think the time reforming the federal government from the inside has passed and that good Catholic people can no longer in good conscience support this unconstitutional tyranny. Is this correct?

Ann Barnhardt: Absolutely. Justice Scalia painted himself into a corner with his dissent in which he made clear that he fully appreciates the gravity and enormity of the situation vis-a-vis the Washington DC regime. I have an axiom, which I refer to as The Barnhardt Axiom. The Barnhardt Axiom states that seeking and/or holding public office, especially national-level public office, is today, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office. Sitting on the Supreme Court is a public office. The Barnhardt Axiom applies to both elected and unelected office, and can even be mapped at this late hour onto both the United States Military and the entirety of the Federal Bureaucracy.

It all comes down to my insistence upon logical consistency and operating from the starting point of a true base premise. Namely, if one sees and understands that the Constitution is no longer in force and has no meaning, in fact that no law as written has any meaning in and of itself, how can one possibly continue engage and ratify by participation that which claims to yet be the very thing that it overthrew and destroyed? If John Smith rapes, beheads and eats Thomas Jones, can John Smith simply declare himself to BE Thomas Jones, and thus no crime has occurred? Each day that Justice Scalia continues to participate in the farce, he is calling John Smith “Thomas Jones”, while happily taking his $20k monthly salary from his new master, John Smith.

But Scalia is by no means alone. I continue to watch aghast as the pundit class, even on the so-called “far right” persists in treating the Washington DC paradigm as a legitimate matrix worthy of discussion and engagement, even after reporting day in and day out one new proof set after another that the putsch regime has raped, beheaded and eaten the Constitutional Republic of the United States. For example, Hillary Clinton’s ever-growing list of high crimes are reported every single day. Hillary Clinton is a murderous, lying, cheating, larcenous, traitorous psychopath. Therefore, how can the question possibly be whether or not Hillary Clinton should be President of the (former) United States? What in the hell is the matter with you people, at long last? Can you not see the glaring insanity of the very premise?

I’ll tell you right now what the real question is, and when this question starts being asked publicly, then I will sit up and pay attention, and dare to hope again: The question is whether or not, after arrest, a speedy trial and conviction of crimes against humanity, Hillary Clinton should be offered the sacraments and then be hanged, or put against a wall and shot. The answer, of course, is that she should be put against a wall and shot, and then her body should be hanged on public display so that any other aspiring psychopath oligarchs can see how a just, Christian society deals with their ilk. Sadly, this would first require the organization and declaration of of a replacement government, which simply is not going to happen due to the aforementioned effeminacy and pathological indifference of the populace. Removal – and by removal I mean execution – of the existing psychopathic political class outside of an organized, legitimate replacement government would be anarchy and would result in the advent of an even worse tyranny than what we have now. And since justice demands these people be executed, and their unquenchable malignancy can only be stopped by execution, post-modern, post-Christian culture finds itself utterly incapable of even the slightest self-correction.

Starting Monday Off Right: St. John Vianney on Diabolical Narcissism Edition

Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.

PATER NOSTER, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.

Allegory of Invidia (Envy), depicted as a woman with serpents for hair eating her own heart, Jacob de Backer, ARSH 1570-1585

Allegory of Invidia (Envy), depicted as a woman with serpents for hair eating her own heart, Jacob de Backer, ARSH 1570-1585

Remember the emotional palette of the Diabolical Narcissist: anger, hatred, jealousy (envy) and fear. 

Envy, my children, follows pride; whoever is envious is proud. See, envy comes to us from Hell; the devils having sinned through pride, sinned also through envy, envying our glory, our happiness. Why do we envy the happiness and the goods of others? Because we are proud; we should like to be the sole possessors of talents, riches, of the esteem and love of all the world!

We hate our equals, because they are our equals; our inferiors, from the fear that they may equal us; our superiors, because they are above us.”
-St. John Marie Vianney