Starting Monday Off Right: April 4th Annunciation 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.

Virgin of the Annunciation, Guido Reni

Virgin of the Annunciation, Guido Reni

Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, transferred to April 4th because March 25th, the fixed date of the feast – exactly nine months before Christmas – was Good Friday this year.  This will not happen again until the year ARSH 2157, when we will all be long dead.

And so today we celebrate the beginning of our salvation…

Many people still ask what the abbreviation “ARSH” that I use before dates means.  It stands for:
Anno
Reparatae
Salutis
Humanae
“In the Year of the Reparation of Human Salvation.”

The reparation of human salvation began when The Word, the Second Person of the Triune Godhead, became flesh in the womb of the Virgin, and was consummated 33 years later.  But we begin counting years from the beginning of our salvation, today, the INCARNATION, not the Passion and Resurrection.

I’d like to point out what the Virgin herself said of God and His Mercy at the Annunciation.  She said, “And His mercy is from generation to generations, TO THEM THAT FEAR HIM.”

God’s mercy is infinite and its depths can not be plumbed.  However, because mercy is, by definition, grief at the distress of evils experienced by another, both undeserved and deserved, if a person does not find the evil they are experiencing repugnant, but rather actively wills that the evil continue, refuses to acknowledge the evil they have committed, and even luxuriate in it and demand that others NOT grieve but rather ratify and celebrate the evil, that person is completely INELIGIBLE for mercy.

To not grieve at the sin of another, but rather ignore it, ratify it, or celebrate it, is itself grave sin, the diametrical opposite of Charity – indifference.  To paint indifference as mercy is nothing less than diabolical.  

If you are not sorry for your sin, if you are not ashamed, if you have no intention of trying to cease the evil, sinful activity, then God simply cannot extend His mercy to you, because He holds your free will sacred.  Sins are those behavioral choices that, for lack of a better term, break God’s Heart.  The Law is simply God, in His unfathomable love for us, telling us explicitly what we must do and not do in order to not break His Heart.  Filial Fear of the Lord is not wanting to break God’s Heart.

And so, when Pope Francis Bergoglio contemptuously calls believing Catholics, “Lovers of the Law”, do not, for one second, be ashamed.  Contempt for the Law is indifference to Christ. The Psalms are filled with declarations of love for the Law because the Law is God’s love letter to mankind, telling us how best to love Him and be close to Him.

People who knowingly sin with no sorrow, no guilt, no shame and no intention of stopping have no filial fear of God, and may even be guilty of the worst sin there is:  Presuming upon His Mercy – that is, sinning boldly without compunction because “Christ HAS to forgive me, so I might as well do whatever I want.  If He wants to hang on the Cross and take my sins, I’ll do what I damn-well please, and then hold Him to the contract.”  This is the essence and pinnacle of psychopathy.

If you would like to read further thoughts on this, I recommend THIS OUTSTANDING PIECE from Unam Sanctam, and you might also revisit my essays, “The One About FEAR OF THE LORD” and“We Should Be Ashamed.”

I hope this helps.

Magnificat anima mea Dominum,
My soul doth magnify the Lord

et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo,
and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior

quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae.
Because He hath regarded the humility of His handmaid

Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes,
For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est,
For He that is mighty hath done great things to me,

et sanctum nomen eius,
and holy is His Name,

et misericordia eius a progenies et progenies
And His mercy is from generation to generations

timentibus eum.
to them that fear Him.

Fecit potentiam in brachio suo,
He hath showed might in His arm,

dispersit superbos mente cordis sui;
He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart;

deposuit potentes de sede
He hath put down the mighty from their seat

et exaltavit humiles;
and hath exalted the humble;

esurientes implevit bonis
He hath filled the hungry with good things

et divites dimisit inanes.
and the rich He hath sent away empty.

Suscepit Israel puerum suum,
He hath received Israel His servant,

recordatus misericordiae suae,
being mindful of His mercy,

sicut locutus est ad patres nostros,
As He spoke to our fathers,

Abraham et semini eius in saecula.
to Abraham and to his seed forever.

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper et in seacula saeculorum. Amen.

It’s titled “The Joy of Sex”. Just sayin’.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand Latinists and four out of five dentists agree: the title of the soon-upcoming post-synodal exhortation ghost-written by the raging faggot Victor Manuel Fernandez (author of that classic favorite, “Heal Me With Your Mouth: The Art of Kissing” – I poop you negative) titled “Amoris Laetitiae” can be translated equally as “The Joy of Love”, but also EQUALLY as “The Joy of Sex”.  Yep.  In classical Latin, the word “Amoris” was used very, very commonly to mean “sex”.

They’re rubbing it in our faces.  Don’t kid yourselves.

I think others will be weighing in on this in more detail.  I shall update when they do….

Archbishop Victor Manuel Fernandez, Bergoglio's ghostwriter, and new image of Narcissus. You can't make this stuff up.

Archbishop Victor Manuel Fernandez, Bergoglio’s ghostwriter, and new image of Narcissus. You can’t make this stuff up.

Happy Easter! The Profound Significance of Jesus In A Spiffy Hat

Noli Me Tangere, Lavinia Fontana, ARSH 1581

Noli Me Tangere, Lavinia Fontana, ARSH 1581

The beautiful painting above is of Mary Magdalene seeing Our Resurrected Lord in the garden close to the Empty Tomb and initially mistaking Him for the gardener.  In art Our Lord is commonly depicted in this specific scene as a gardener by his spiffy gardener’s hat – and only sometimes carrying a gardening implement, as in this image.  As a great fan, connoisseur and wearer of hats, I am always tickled to see Our Lord behatted.

But there is massive meaning in all of this, and it goes back to the Garden of Eden, and teaches us about the Eucharist, and specifically about the importance of worthy and unworthy reception of the Eucharist.  This is especially timely as just a few days from now, Pope Francis Bergoglio and his Modernist sodomite infiltrator toadies are going to essentially tell the world that the ultimate proof of one’s “charity” and “mercy” is that one enthusiastically supports the sacrilegious desecration of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in the Holy Eucharist.

Anyone who objects to the enthusiastic desecration of the Eucharist will, of course, be denounced as a “fundamentalist”.

Our Lord appeared as a Gardener to Mary Magdalene because He is, in fact, The Gardener of Eden (Genesis 2: 8-9) and would walk in The Garden (Genesis 3: 8).

Interestingly, we see from Genesis that it was His intention to commune with mankind AS FOOD from the very beginning, whether man fell to original sin or not.  The Tree of Life wasn’t a mere foreshadowing of the Eucharist, it was in fact a species of the Real Substantial Presence of God, in the form of food, to be eaten by man in order to give man eternal life.  Again, the Fruit of the Tree of Life was an actual species of the Real Presence, not a symbol.  So Christ was not only The Gardener of Eden, He Himself was also the “Crop”.

Now think about this – when Adam and Eve fell, what did God do? He drove them out and even sent an angel with a flaming, rotating sword to specifically physically block them so that they could not COMMIT THE SIN OF SACRILEGE OF EATING OF THE FRUIT OF THE TREE OF LIFE, THAT IS THE PHYSICAL SUBSTANCE OF GOD HIMSELF, AND THUS MAKE THEIR SITUATION EVEN WORSE.  It wasn’t enough to merely tell them that they couldn’t eat of the Tree of Life (a species of the Real Presence) because Our Lord knew that satan would tempt them to eat it anyway, and they would, because they were now guilty of the sin of pride.

Our Lord drove Adam and Eve out of The Garden and posted an angelic sentry BECAUSE HE LOVED THEM. Our Loving God EXCOMMUNICATED Adam and Eve in order to protect them from themselves, knowing that they would do even further damage to themselves by eating of His Physical Substance unworthily.

Only after Our Lord had incarnated, and True God and True Man had suffered and died for the sins of the world, could mankind once again be able to eat of the Fruit of the Tree of Life.  The Cross is The Tree.  Jesus Christ hanging from it is The Fruit of The Tree of Life. The Eucharist is the Flesh and Blood of Jesus Christ, True Food and True Drink. Christ’s Passion, Death and Resurrection re-established The Garden of Eden, ended the protective banishment, and lifted the excommunication of mankind.

This is why Our Lord said to the Apostles in the Upper Room on Holy Thursday, “With desire I have desired to eat this pasch with you…”

When God says, “I’ve REALLY been looking forward to this…”, something incomprehensibly good and profoundly important is about to happen.

And this is why, in these days, growing ever darker, that satan, through his infiltators in The Church – some of them consciously willing, some of them merely stupid, including now the Pope himself – is pushing for what the serpent could NOT effect in The Garden: the sacrilegious desecration of the Fruit of the Tree of Life.

It is true.  There are no angels with flaming swords to prevent unrepentant sinners from receiving the Eucharist.  Would that there were.  I would be very happy if I were blocked from receiving the Eucharist by an angel, because then I would absolutely know that I was not in a state of grace, and could take steps to correct that in the confessional. It is always a nagging concern in the back of one’s mind every time one receives the Eucharist.  Or, at least it should be. BUT, the Divine Providence is NOT for that.

But, considering the steps that God took in The Garden of Eden, one should think very long and very hard about the gravity of unworthy reception, and of the truly satanic malignancy of this final push to get those in openly unrepentant mortal sin to desecrate the Eucharist, and for the priests, who have been the last line of defense, standing in place of the angel, instead to be the willing facilitators and encouragers of sacrilegious desecration of Our Blessed Lord in the Eucharist.

And this is why Our Risen Lord appeared to Mary Magdalene as a Gardener, as we can tell by the spiffy hat.

I hope this helps.

Good Friday: On Being Tortured and Killed By the Person You Love Most In the World

The key to beginning to understand the Incarnation, God becoming Man, is Christ’s agony in the Garden of Gethsemane and His Passion and death on the Cross. If you recall, after the Last Supper in the Upper Room, Jesus and the apostles, except for Judas who was on his errand of betrayal already, went to the Garden of Gethsemane. John tells us that Jesus went there with the apostles frequently to pray, and thus it would be one of the first places Judas would have known to look for Him. The wheels of the Passion are in motion. Jesus knows exactly what is coming, and that it is coming within a matter of hours. He withdraws a short distance from the Apostles to pray, but close enough that they can still see Him. He asks the Apostles to simply stay awake (because it is now the middle of the night) and to watch and pray. Jesus withdraws and begins to pray. But what the apostles see is horrifying.

Jesus isn’t calmly and serenely kneeling in prayer. Jesus is literally lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, writhing in agony. Our Lord is a quivering, trembling, sobbing mess. Jesus is in such stress and agony that the capillaries in the sweat glands in His scalp and forehead are bursting, and there is blood in the sweat that is running down His face, mingling with His tears, and dropping on the ground. This is the first bloodshed of His Sorrowful Passion.

Sobbing and shaking, Jesus BEGS the Father to let the events of the next twelve hours pass from Him if at all possible, but resigns Himself to the will of the Father. Reading this, some may be unimpressed with Jesus. After all, many, many men and women have gone to their torture and execution fully aware of what was coming, while managing to maintain their composure. Some men, especially, might be tempted to view Jesus and being somewhat cowardly in the face of His Passion, and thus be a bit turned-off by the whole scene.

Yes, Jesus is terrified. He is more terrified in this moment than all of the terror felt by mankind in all of history combined, raised to the power of infinity. His terror is literally testing the limits of the human body. If any of us felt anything even close to the sort of fear that Jesus felt, we would drop dead. People can and have died purely of fright and/or intense psychological stress, usually by means of a heart attack precipitated by massive adrenaline production.

But the real question is, “What is He afraid of?” His terror and agony are NOT purely centered around the physical means of His death. He is not trembling and sobbing because he is thinking solely of the pain of being scourged, or the pain of being crucified. He is curled up in a ball crying so hard that He is sweating blood because He is thinking about WHO is going to torture and kill Him.

When God took on human flesh, human nature, He took on EVERY ASPECT of our existence. He experiences the same things that we do – except with complete purity and at an infinitely amplified level. And that includes love. And being that He is also completely God, that is He also has a Divine Nature, He is in Himself infinite knowledge and infinite love. In a nutshell, this means that Jesus went through His entire life on earth completely in love with every single person. Every person He saw or passed on the street He had known from all eternity; He had created that person atom-by- atom accordingly in the fullness of time; He had intimate knowledge of that person’s every thought, desire and deed; He was infinitely in love with that person.

Can you imagine what simply going into town and walking through the market must have been like? Every face He passed was His beloved. Every person who brushed by Him was a source of simultaneous joy and the pain of unrequited love. Every laugh He heard was a laugh He wanted to share, and every whimper of sadness was sadness He wanted to share, every struggle was a struggle He wanted to help, and every bit of pain was pain He wanted to soothe. And not in an abstract, altruistic way. He wanted to engage these things personally, as we would with our intimate beloved. But He couldn’t. Can you imagine having all of that love pent up inside of you, with your beloved so near, and have to hold it all inside?  Are we starting to get an idea of how terrible and wonderful the Incarnation is? Remember all of this.

Let’s go back to the Garden. Jesus takes a couple of breaks from His prayer to go back and talk to the Apostles, who are His best friends. Yes, He loves everybody, but the Apostles are different. They know, to a small extent, who He is. They have spent many days and evenings together working, playing, eating and just talking. Jesus has told them who He is, and He has told them in no uncertain terms that He loves them. And they have assured Him that they love Him too. Their relationship is not one-sided. Jesus – God Incarnate – has gotten to experience reciprocal human friendship and love with these men, infinitely lopsided though it may have been.

Jesus has just spent a considerable amount of time in agony a stone’s throw away from His beloved friends, and when He comes back to them, He finds them all asleep. He is dying. (My soul is sorrowful even unto death.) He asked them, His beloved best friends, to simply stay with Him, watch, and pray. And they couldn’t even stay awake. And this happened twice. Heart. Ache. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

Now here comes Judas. As with every other person, Jesus is loves Judas infinitely. Judas is the person Jesus loves most in the world (and that goes for every person because Jesus is God and thus has infinite capacity.) And Judas has sold Him out. It is one thing to be betrayed by an enemy. It is quite another to be sold for 30 pieces of silver (which assuming one ounce pieces would equate to just under $1000 today) by the person you love most in the world. And just to make it as terrible as possible, Judas has told the guards that the man he kisses, the man to whom he gives the gesture of FRIENDSHIP and LOVE, is Jesus. And so when Judas kisses Him and Jesus says to Judas, “You betray the Son of Man with a kiss?” there is agony there that can not be described. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

The guards. Every single one of them is the subject of Jesus’ infinite love.  And they despise Him. Jesus could have stopped it all at any time, not by some act of miraculous violence, but by asking the commanding guard if he remembered that certain tree he used to climb as a child, or that certain toy. He could have frozen them in their tracks by simply reminding them of their own experiences and feelings – which He had already shared with them because He had been with them the whole time. But He didn’t, because He couldn’t. If He didn’t let them kill him, there would be no hope of ever being with them in heaven. Agony. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

Now before the High Priest Caiaphas. Same thing. Except Caiaphas, and the rest of the Sanhedrin, have been as their entire vocation and purpose in life, praying for the coming of the Messiah. They have been praying to Jesus (unwittingly) for Jesus (unwittingly). And Jesus has heard their prayers, and the prayers of all of the priests for generations past, and is finally, finally now standing in front of them. And remember, He loves them each personally. They look Him up and down and utterly reject Him. “No, no. You’re all wrong. You’re not what we want. We want a big macho-man king to vanquish the Romans and sit on the throne and then make us all rich by association. LOOK AT YOU. YOU’RE ALL WRONG. WE DON’T WANT YOU. Go to hell and good riddance.”  Agony. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

Pilate. Selfish indifference. “Look man, I neither know nor care who you are or who you say you are, and frankly, I think you’re just another loon. I have a lot on my mind and I simply can’t deal with crap like this.”  Agony. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

The Roman scourgers. Jesus was whipped and flagellated until most of His skin was gone by men whom He loved infinitely and intimately. Can you imagine how He felt as he walked to the pillar, turned and saw the faces of his scourgers, and seeing the face of every human being looking back at Him? Can you imagine being slowly and brutally whipped to the brink of death by the person you love most in the world? Say your spouse or best friend? It would be one thing to be whipped by a total stranger or a known enemy. But to be tortured by the person you love most in the world? Unfathomable agony. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

The crowds. Everywhere there were crowds of people looking on – the scourging, the trial, the streets he walked while carrying His Cross to Calvary. Every single face was intimately loved. And every single face, excepting Mary, John, Mary Magdalene and a few other women, were either viciously hostile or completely indifferent. I wonder which was worse? The reason I ask is because the opposite of love is NOT hate, as most would assume. The opposite of love is indifference. There is no greater blow that can be made to a human soul than indifference. How many people saw Jesus that day – locked eyes with Him – and honestly didn’t give a rat’s @$$ either way. “Live. Die. Whatever. Just don’t bother me. You’re messing up my plans. YOU’RE MAKING MY LIFE HARD. Now I’m going to have to go completely out of my way to get around You and this damnable mess You’re making.”  This may have been the worst agony. This is the reality of the Incarnation.

Almost everyone treats Jesus with indifference to one degree or another. We are all inflicting that agony on Him. How, you ask? By sinning. We know that our sins hurt Him infinitely, but we commit them anyway. Few people sin because they actively HATE Jesus and want to hurt Him. A few do, but not too many relative to the broad population. No, most people are just indifferent. There He is at the pillar, and our sin is the next lash. And we do it anyway. In fact, we lean into it. CRACK! Because we’re indifferent. And again, and again.

“Live. Die. Whatever. Just don’t bother me. You’re messing up my plans. YOU’RE MAKING MY LIFE HARD. Now I’m going to have to go completely out of my way to get around You and this damndable mess You’re making.”

“But I love you.  This is all for you.”

“That’s your choice, and your problem.  Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

Agony beyond words. This is the Reality of the Incarnation.

That is why Jesus was sobbing in agony in the Garden. He didn’t fear the physical pain. He feared being utterly, completely and totally rejected to the point of torture, execution and the indifferent witnessing of this by the person He loved most in the world, which is YOU. And ME.

He feared not being tortured and killed, but being tortured and killed by the person He loved most in the world. And despite this, He still chose to go through with it all. Not only that, but He would do it even it was only for you and you alone.  And beyond that, he would do it all for you and you alone AS MANY TIMES AS YOU ASSIST AS MASS OVER THE COURSE OF YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, plus more.  Infinite love means INFINITE. LOVE.

He went all the way to the end, just so there would be a CHANCE that one day as He tells us “I love you,” that instead of responding with a hissing, contemptuous, “Oh, F*** you!”, which face it, is exactly what we all do to Him, we might instead respond with…

“I love You, too.  Have mercy on me, O Lord, a sinner.”

Christ being scourged by (Ann Barnhardt). Note my enthusiasm, and how I seem to be enjoying it.

Christ being scourged by (Ann Barnhardt). Note my enthusiasm, and how I seem to be enjoying it.

 

 

Holy Thursday: The Office of Tenebrae Is Now A Recitation of Current Events

The liturgical highlight of my year is upon us: the Offices of Tenebrae in Holy Week.  Go to all three if you possibly, possibly can.

Every year, the Pslams, lessons, responsories and Canticles leap off the page with stunning relevance.  He went through everything before us and for us.  Contempt.  Calumny. Kangaroo trials. The ascendancy of the wicked all around Him. And finally, and certainly worst, betrayal by friends.

The Thursday Offices of Tenebrae, terrifyingly, read like a recitation of current events, with the current Pope, to all of our horror, as Judas.

Here is the Responsory after the eighth lesson in the Third Nocturn of Matins for Holy Thursday, which hit me especially hard this year:

Could ye not watch one hour with Me, ye that were ready to die for me? Or see ye not Judas, how he sleepeth not, but maketh haste to betray Me to the Jews?  Why sleep ye? Arise and pray, lest ye enter into temptation.

Today’s point to ponder: While the Apostles dozed off, and couldn’t stay awake, JUDAS WAS WIDE AWAKE, AND EXTREMELY ACTIVE, SPEEDILY EXECUTING HIS PLAN TO BETRAY OUR LORD – BECAUSE OUR LORD’S EUCHARISTIC LOVE FOR US, BECAUSE IT IS SUPERNATURAL, EMBARRASSED JUDAS AND HIS PLANS FOR EARTHLY POWER AND POPULARITY.

Read John 6.  It is all right there. There is nothing new under the sun.

Agony. Agony. Agony. Judas, worst of the traffickers, approached the Lord with a kiss: He like an innocent lambrefused not the kiss of Judas; For a few pence he delivered Christ to the Jews.

Agony. Agony. Agony.
Judas, worst of the traffickers, approached the Lord with a kiss: He like an innocent lamb refused not the kiss of Judas; For a few pence he delivered Christ to the Jews.

 

Furthermore, I consider that islam must be destroyed.

New tagline sign-off on everything I will say or write:

“Furthermore, I consider that islam must be destroyed.”

I am going to add this as a footer to my email, I encourage you to do the same.

I am going to add this to every post I make here, and every article I write for other people.

I am going to start saying this – and I’m not joking – in my daily conversations out and about.  I recommend you all do the same.

Someone should sell bumper stickers that say, “Islam Must Be Destroyed”.  I can’t, but someone should.

This is a variant on Cato the Elder’s constant rhetorical sign-off, “Carthago delenda est”, which means “Carthage must be destroyed”.  This is actually a simplification of this phrase, “Ceterum autem censeo Carthaginem esse delendam” (English: “Furthermore, (moreover) I consider that Carthage must be destroyed”).

Cato would say this at the conclusion of every speech or statement.  He said it ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAY.  He used this tagline even when what he was addressing had nothing whatever to do with Carthage.

Islam MUST be destroyed.  Anything less is suicidal, effeminate insanity.  This satanic political system must be wiped from the face of the earth.  Not contained, not tolerated, not quarantined, not “reformed”, not compromised with, not dialogued with, and encountered only for the sole purpose of destroying it.

Islam must be destroyed first for the well-being of those outside of it, but also so that the people stuck inside of it could be freed from its satanic grip.  We fought the Nazis in WWII first to liberate those nations being attacked and conquered by the Third Reich, BUT ALSO TO LIBERATE THE GERMAN PEOPLE THEMSELVES.

Furthermore, I consider that islam must be destroyed.

Wherein I Comment On “Electoral Politics” – It’s Professional Wrestling Without the Wrestling

Let us review The Barnhardt Axiom

One.

More.

Time.

The culture has degraded such that seeking and/or holding office, especially national-level office, is, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office.

Okay.  Do you all understand that I’m not rooting for any of these psychopaths? I would make a joke here that the only thing I’m rooting for is casualties, but I think we are too close to actual bloodshed for that to be funny.  I see on Drudge right now that there is an anti-Trump traffic blockade in Phoenix.  Too bad no one saw or sees fit to do anything like that over the cult of child sacrifice or sodomy.

Day after day I see people – intelligent people – pulling their hair out trying to defend this or that candidate and trying to make sense of all of this, and I just shake my head.  I have been saying these things for years, but maybe NOW if I say them again, a few more people will “get it”.

I don’t support any candidate for President of the United States because THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA NO LONGER EXISTS. The United States WAS a Constitutional Republic.  This monstrosity is in no way, shape or form a Republic, under the Constitution.  It is a straight-up oligarchy.  The country I was born in NO LONGER EXISTS.  And since I am a person who ACTUALLY BELIEVES WHAT SHE BELIEVES, when you ask me, “Who do you support for President?”, in order to be INTELLECTUALLY CONSISTENT, I can only respond with another question:

PRESIDENT OF WHAT???

Further, as I have been screeching for going on eight years now, all of this political stuff, especially presidential politics, is totally, totally fake.  It is Kabuki Theater.  It is scripted theater designed to “entertain” and mollify the class of people whose IQs are 15-20 higher than the people watching Ballroom Dancing with Honey BooBoo or whatever the hell is on TeeVee these days. And to make enormous amounts of money for the oligarch players and their toadies.

It occurred to me a couple of days ago what it all is.  It’s EXACTLY the same business model as Professional Wrestling.  EXACTLY.

Thirty years ago when I was a kid, I used to watch WWF wrestling.  I remember the big stars of that period were Hulk Hogan, Randy “Macho Man” Savage, The Ultimate Warrior, Ravishing Rick Rude, The Honkey Tonk Man, Andre the Giant, etc.  I also remember that there were characters called “managers”.  Jimmy Hart, Mr. Fuji, The Million Dollar Man, Miss Elizabeth, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.  There were also “color commentators”, Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Mean Gene Okerlund, Gorilla Monsoon, and Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.

There was mobility between these classifiations, and commenters would become managers, and sometimes managers would wrestle, or at least physically involve themselves in the match.  Also, wrestlers would “change sides” and go from being a “heel” to being a good guy, and then back again – like Randy “Macho Man” Savage.

And it was all fake.  It was all scripted. It was pure entertainment for children and low-IQ adults.  In the adult category there were the adults who were smart enough to know it was fake, but enjoyed the spectacle and the soap-operaesque storylines.  Then there were the adults who were so stupid that they truly believed it was real.  And there were a BUNCH of those.  I remember one of the Wrestlemanias filled the Pontiac Superdome.  And I remember the reportage on how much money the then-nascent Pay-Per-View paradigm would rake in for the WWF as people would pay fifty bucks to watch Wrestlemania live on Pay-Per-View.  It was a massively lucrative business model.

You all need to understand that the Professional Wrestling model that I just described is precisely what this Presidential campaign crap is.  Why don’t I comment on it?  Because it is fake, scripted and choreographed. I’d sooner write commentary and analysis on Professional Wrestling.  Hey man, Andre the Giant was cool to let Hulk Hogan bodyslam him and win the “match” because he made hella money either way.  Vince McMahon came up with the storyline for Andre the Giant to turn “heel” and there was a huge buildup between him and Hogan, and then it culminated in Wrestlemania 4 or whatever, and everyone got a percent of the take.

Donald Trump had Hillary Clinton sit in the front row of his most recent “wedding” – in the place of honor where his dead parents would have sat.

Ted Cruz’ wife is a Goldman Sachs executive, and as Karl Denninger reported just recently, Cruz got massive sweetheart loans FROM GOLDMAN SACHS to finance his campaign.  Ted Cruz also appears onstage with the most vile kind of faux-Christian charlatans, of which his own father is one, preaching some truly satanic “gospel of prosperity” shit, and claiming that God has spoken to them about Cruz’ “anointing”.  Yeah, it’s funny how when God was talking to these jackals, He didn’t say a word about how maybe Ted Cruz’ wife shouldn’t be taking a paycheck from nor Ted himself getting sweetheart loans from THE VAMPIRE SQUID.

Nope.  Not a word.  Hmmmmmm.

Oh, and as an aside, but for the record, let me explain something about “speaking in tongues”.  Speaking in Tongues is NOT babbling and then claiming that one has just spoken in a long-extinct language.  No, that’s called CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT.  Speaking in tongues is one of two things.  It is either when a person speaks to another person or people in a language they do not know.  For example, if I went to China, and miraculously started speaking to Chinese people in perfect, unaccented Mandarin Chinese, presumably so that I could tell them about Jesus Christ and His Holy Church, THAT would be speaking in tongues.  The other form is if I got up in front of a group of people from all over the world, and while I perceived myself to be speaking naturally in English, every person there heard me IN THEIR OWN MOTHER TONGUE.  Again, babbling in an “extinct language” that no one understands (because it is actually just gibberish) is NOT the gift of the Holy Spirit of speaking in tongues.  It is CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT, and it really, really pisses me off.

So here’s a YouTube of a WWF wresting show from the 80s.  I was struck by the similarity of the “news desk” set that Bobby Heenan and Gorilla Monsoon sit behind, with their fake, scripted antagonism and bickering (they were actually extremely close friends offstage).  And then there are the segments where the Candidate, er, excuse me, Wrestler delivers a monologue, and then there are the debates, er, excuse me, I mean MATCHES, which are, again, 100% scripted and choreographed.  I look at this and I think, “My gosh, they have templated all of this political entertainment off of the Pro Wresting model.”

Trump and Clinton are almost certainly in cahoots and wrote this script long ago, I suspect.  Trump is going to make a cool couple of billion off of this, and probably doesn’t want anything to do with playing the role of “POTUS”.  The White House is a shitheap compared to Mar-a-Lago.   And, for those of you who actually believe that Trump is going to actually build a wall across the border, or do ANYTHING that he is talking about, I just don’t know what to say.  The guy is a total hack who has used Bankruptcy as a tool, and would have made more money if he had taken his nine-figure inheritance and plowed it into an S&P Index fund and never touched it.  He is a showman and a carney.  IF he becomes fake “president” of whatever you want to call this Godforsaken “Criminal Gang”, as St. Augustine so aptly put it, you’re going to start hearing a lot about “The Art of the Deal”, and how compromise is ESSENTIAL – in other words, how all that stuff he duped all of you with is simply “impossible”.  How can you not see this?  This is faker than the fake “two count” pins that the wrestlers and “referee” would do in the ring.

And back to Cruz, Lindsey Graham is now fundraising for Cruz. What does THAT tell you?

It is all fake, just like Professional Wrestling, except the consequences are deathly, deathly serious, and it is these fake-ass conartists that you all are looking to to protect you from THIS, which I can assure you are very, very real. If you refuse to acknowledge those things in this world that are real, and instead embrace as real the things that are pure fabrications for your entertainment and mollification, well, you will do this without my company or participation. I’d sooner write commentary on Randy “Macho Man” Savage and Hulk Hogan.

NOT professional wrestling.

NOT professional wrestling.

 

Starting Saturday Off Right: Saint Joseph 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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O St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in you all my interests and desires. O St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession and obtain for me from your Divine Son all spiritual blessings through Jesus Christ, Our Lord; so that having engaged here below your Heavenly power I may offer my thanksgiving and homage to the most loving of Fathers. O St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating you and Jesus asleep in your arms. I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press him in my name and kiss His fine Head for me, and ask Him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls, pray for us. Amen.

Starting Friday Off Right: Kingdoms Without Justice 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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You shall not steal. You shall not lie, neither shall any man deceive his neighbour. Thou shalt not swear falsely by My name, nor profane the name of thy God. I Am the Lord. Thou shalt not calumniate thy neighbour, nor oppress him by violence. The wages of him that hath been hired by thee shall not abide with thee until the morning.  Thou shalt not speak evil of the deaf, nor put a stumblingblock before the blind: but thou shalt fear the Lord thy God, because I Am the Lord.  Thou shalt not do that which is unjust, nor judge unjustly. Respect not the person of the poor, nor honour the countenance of the mighty. But judge thy neighbour according to justice.
Leviticus 19: 11-15

“Kingdoms without justice are but criminal gangs.”
St. Augustine, City of God

Starting Thursday Off Right: Something To Look Forward To 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.

I'm like a Chrysler.  Good parts, poorly assembled.

I’m like a Chrysler. Good parts, poorly assembled.

If Our Lord were to appear at my door, and I wasn’t instantly cast into eternal hellfire, after all of the pleasantries and offering Him something to eat (have you noticed in scripture how Our Lord, especially post-resurrection, is always opening conversations with, “J’all got anthang t’eat?”

Anyway, the first thing I would ask Him wouldn’t be about the secrets of the universe or any deep theological questions of anything like that.  Nope.  I’d ask Him if He could PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE fix my back.

So there is a tiny but very nice (and cheap – two bucks per day!) gym here, and there are very cool and chill gentlemen that work out there who are always happy to spot a sister benching or squatting without any sleazy shenanigans, so I joined and started back up lifting.  And Mister Sacrum and his friends the Lumbar Muscle Gang are NOT ON BOARD WITH THE PROJECT.  Mister Pelvis is wicked torqued, and as any of you who have low back problems know, when the lumbar muscles go into spasm and Mister Pelvis is torqued, life grinds to a near halt. Standing hurts.  Sitting hurts. Kneeling hurts.  Lying down hurts.  Curling up in the fetal position hurts.  But, as I have had occasion to study lumbar-pelvic anatomy since my sacrum fused at age 17 and my low back promptly “ate its pigs” to use one of my favorite euphemisms, it truly is a full-blown miracle that we can walk at all.  The musculo-skeletal complexity of the human pelvis is, I think, a stand-alone proofset of Intelligent Design.

So, as we approach Palm Sunday, if you have a spare moment and have said all of your other prayers, if you could please put in a word with The Divine Chiropractor for my poorly assembled lumbar-sacral-pelvic juncture, I would be much obliged.  Also, St. Gemma Galgani is the main patron saint of back problems and headaches. She had spinal tuberculosis.  St. Lawrence is also a go-to on back issues.

And remember, even though I sometimes don’t make a post on Tuesdays, the Holy and August Sacrifice of the Mass in the Venerable Gregorian Rite is offered at 0830 Eastern Time each and every Tuesday for my benefactors, past, present and future.