Brilliant.

Methinks Taylor should start studying for his real estate or insurance license. He’s got a big family to feed. Or just sell used cars. No license required. He’d be good at it.

Via wdtprs…

“Almighty God my heavenly Father, You knew me before the creation of the cosmos and You wanted me to come into existence to bring You glory. Of all the possible universes You could have created, You created this one and You called me into it at exactly the time and place You chose for me so that I could fulfill my part in Your unfathomable plan. You willed that I have the honor to be baptized into the Church You designed and You maintain for our well-being. You willed that I receive the Body and Blood of Your Son and the indwelling of Your Spirit. You willed that I should also be confirmed so that our relationship be even deeper and that I might be an even better instrument of Your will. I now call upon that mighty Sacrament of Confirmation. Through it make me strong to bear whatever burdens I must endure in Your service. Make me wise to recognize accurately and then strong to resist, resolute, whatever is out of harmony with Your will as manifested especially in the beautiful Tradition You have guided in the authoritative, infallible and indefectible Church. Even if that disharmony should come from those whom you have endowed with the grace of Orders and seated even in the highest places of teaching, governing and sanctifying, make me steadfast. With confidence in Your plan for me I ask this for myself and for the brethren through the Holy Spirit’s Gifts and in the Name of Jesus Christ Your Son, who lives and reigns with You, ever one God, world without end. Amen.”

I’m just home from a brief road trip pilgrimage, safe and sound, unbothered, moisturized, happy, in my lane, focused and flourishing.

Full hostilities resume tomorrow!

I have met personally and briefly conversed, through translation, as I speak neither Spanish nor French, with Bishop de Galaretta, who is everything a Bishop of the Church one would expect and should be. I was able to hear not only a solemn Mass by +de Galaretta, but also the surprise blessing of hearing and communicating at his private Mass a few years ago. Absolutely lovely.

I have also had the pleasure of meeting now-Bishop Poinsinet de Sivry. That’s a funny story for the Barnhardt Memoirs. He’s absolutely lovely, as one would expect.

I don’t regularly assist at SSPX Masses. But I have when in an SSPX “zone”.

I would, WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST HESITATION, assist, Communicate, be confessed, or, hypothetically, be witnessed in marriage , hypothetically, by any SSPX priest OR ANY OF THE SIX BISHOPS.

Without the slightest hesitation.

In fact, I’m now seeking the opportunity to make pilgrimage to an SSPX Mass, and yes, I will absolutely avail myself of the opportunity to be shriven, when I do.

I use the term “hypothetically” only with regards to matrimony myself personally, only because I doubt that matrimony is in the Divine Providence for myself. For anyone else, yes, absolutely go to the SSPX to witness Matrimonial Vows. No question. No hesitation.

If you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend Fr. Z’s précis of the Canonical argument (that we also intersected on Barnhardt Podcast #257) that these utterly bullsh** faggot aspostate faux- excommunications are, also, because God is so good and loving, TOTALLY canonically invalid, even if one were to hold the erroneous position that Antipope PERVost, much less “Touchme with your mouth, little boy” Fagnandez, held even a nanoparticle of authority in Our Lord’s Church, which they don’t. But just saying, hypothetically.

Multiple vectors of confirmation.

Consilience.

It’s an open book test.

Which they OBVIOUSLY don’t. And beware any grifter who tells you that you have zero personal agency to determine that, or that you’re manifesting some perverted pseudo-virtue if you refuse to take a position or stand. These people, to the man, are financially dependent upon the perceived “good graces” of the Antichurch and Antipope. Let us pray that one and all of these people be cast headfirst into the gutter of extreme material poverty, if it will help give them clarity of mind.

Also myself, for that matter, if it be medicinal, and should it be what I need to be saved. Lord, I am ready. ANYTHING for You. ANYTHING to be saved, and see You. ANYTHING.

Shall I give the greatest defense and admonition to personal agency ever given?

Luke 7: 28-23

And John’s disciples told Him of all these things. 19 And John called to him two of his disciples, and sent them to Jesus, saying: Art thou He that art to come; or look we for another?  20 And when the men were come unto Him, they said: John the Baptist hath sent us to Thee, saying: Art Thou He that art to come; or look we for another?

 21 (And in that same hour, He cured many of their diseases, and hurts, and evil spirits: and to many that were blind He gave sight.)  22 And answering, He said to them: Go and relate to John what you have heard and seen: the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are made clean, the deaf hear, the dead rise again, to the poor the gospel is preached:  23 And blessed is he whosoever shall not be scandalized in Me.  

Folks, you don’t have to be absolved from Original Sin in the womb, the Greatest Man Born of Woman, to know who’s who and what’s up in the ARSH 2026.

Just as the disciples of John the Baptist, use your eyes, ears, and mental faculties.

To be a Catholic isn’t to be a drooling retarded orc. It’s exactly the opposite. Use your brain, informed by Holy Scripture, Holy Tradition, and the immutable Magisterium, which all makes perfect logical sense AND is completely internally consistent with itself.

As always, I truly hope that this helps, at least one person. Be not afraid.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

Not gonna front, folks. July 4th is sad for me anymore.

I remember loving my country.

I remember thinking we were the good guys.

I remember thinking we were the biggest bunch of badasses to ever walk the earth.

I remember a “shining city on a hill”, not a sulfuric sodomite hellmouth.

I remember having unbounded optimism, not begging for the end to come, swift and severe.

I remember thinking we were the peak, not the nadir of human society and culture.

I remember watching this dance number and it making me happy, not sad for how far we have fallen and how much we have lost.

We must remember all that which was good and true and beautiful, and restore and expand it, and purge and conflagrate all of the evil. All of it.

Ah, the Visitation.  Such an important event, and so overlooked.  The Visitation was the event wherein The Blessed Virgin Mary, carrying Our Lord in her womb, went on a road trip to visit her elderly cousin Elizabeth, who was six months farther along than Mary, carrying John the Baptist – see Luke 1:39-56.

1.  The Visitation is the Second Joyful Mystery of the Rosary, and the fruit of this mystery is LOVE OF NEIGHBOR, or CHARITY, which is, of course the highest of the Theological Virtues.  Our Lady, and all those who are truly charitable, are happy helpers.  HAPPY. HELPERS.  In fact… “The Blessed Virgin Mary is far more eager now than then to promote the happiness and console the sorrows of those who fly to her for succor.”

2.   As we know, The Blessed Virgin was Immaculately Conceived without the stain of Original Sin as Our Lord reached back through time from the Cross of Calvary and specially saved her, His mother, from being stained by Original Sin from the moment of her conception.  But did you know that John the Baptist was cleansed of his Original Sin at the Visitation?  Look at the image above.  On the left is The Blessed Virgin with Our Lord in her tummy, and Elizabeth and John the Baptist are on the right.  Our Lord is blessing John the Baptist and thus cleansing him of Original Sin as a third trimester baby.  See how Baby John the Baptist is bowing to Our Lord?  Isn’t that sweet?  Aw.

3.  Our Lord said of John the Baptist, “…there hath not risen among them that are born of women a greater than John the Baptist”.  Let me remind one and all that John the Baptist was considered to be crazypants, and completely “immoderate” in his rhetoric.  Let me remind one and all that John the Baptist’s earthly life ended in a dank, nasty prison cell, face-in-the-dirt, hands bound behind him, as he was held by his scruff like an animal having his head sawed off for “speaking truth to power”, specifically about the sanctity of marriage.

It is a near-universal opinion today that “moderation” in rhetoric, in action and even in belief is the one and only acceptable path forward.  If the enemies of Christ say that 2+2=8, then we MUST be prepared to tolerate and even re-order ourselves and our engagement with the world to the position that 2+2=6, because that is MODERATE – splitting the difference between the Truth and the lie.  And what happens when the enemies of Christ declare that 2+2=1,000,000?  Well, then WE must be prepared to MODERATE our rhetoric, actions and beliefs relative to THAT lie, and take up the thoroughly “moderate” position that 2+2=500,000. Staunchly, and even INTRANSIGENTLY insisting that 2+2=4 will only cause people to hate you, think that you are a loon, and eventually get you killed.

Oh, and “moderation” will also hand satan the victory on a silver platter, but hey, at least people will “like” you. And you’ll get to keep your job.

So which would you prefer: handing satan victory on a silver platter, or handing Christ victory in the form of your severed head on a silver platter?  John the Baptist, the greatest man born of women, cleansed of Original Sin by Our Lord at the Visitation, chose to put his severed head on the silver platter rather than “moderate”.

St. John the Baptist, pray for us that we may be saved from argumentum ad temperantiam.

Salome with the Head of John the Baptist, Titian, ARSH 1515

It is accomplished!! Huzzah! Apostolic Succession is defended, edified and bolstered.

As you can see, there were hardly any SSPX priests in attendance, as they all fled into the safe and tender embrace of Tucho “Heal Me With Your Mouth, Little Boy” Fagnandez, and satan worshipper Antipope “FtR” PERVost, lest they be excommunicated from the Luciferian, Freemasonic, Sodomitical, Synodal Antichurch. YooooooouuuuBETCHA. I’m sure the SSPX will collapse before the summer is out, as all of the priests, and most of the faithful, flee. </sarcasm>

😂🤣😂🤣

Over the transom:

I had an ancient SSPX priest in San Diego last night. “The air is crackling with excitement and anticipation this week. But in case you run into one those who wag their finger at you and shout SCHISM, may I suggest you reply, “Haha, hahaha.””