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Barnhardt Estate Liquidation Auction: Ann's 100% Heterosexual Rainbow Whisk

Well, as much as I hate it, it’s time to list some items on eBay again.  I think there might still be some hot beverage mugs remaining (trenchmouth included FREE!), but this time we’re going back to the straight-up auction and my 100% Heterosexual Rainbow Whisk.

My eBay handle is 720ann.  My PayPal handle is my email address, [email protected] .

Thank you in advance for your consideration and extreme munificence.  Ann’s estate liquidation is consecrated to the Infant Jesus of Prague.


You are bidding on a whisk from the estate of Ann Barnhardt.  This whisk has its spindles coated in a silicone-plastic so that it will not scratch or harm your non-stick coated pots and pans.  The silicon coating on the spindles is in a beautiful and festive rainbow motif, which will remind you with every use of God’s promise to never again drown us all in a monster flood, no matter how wretched and degenerated the human race becomes.  This is consoling.  Sadly for this excellent whisk, the rainbow motif has been recently coopted by the homosexualist movement.  This whisk wants you to know that it is 100% heterosexual and is not attracted to other whisks, but instead to cutlery, as is natural.  Many a night would I hear the soft, muffled sobs of this whisk, tucked safely in its compartment in my utencil drawer, “Why does everyone think I’m ….  Just because my spindles are rainbow-colored doesn’t mean I’m….”   Fight the unjust coopting of the rainbow color motif by the homosexualists.  End a young rainbow whisk’s pain.  Welcome it into your home.  But you have to promise that you won’t keep it in the same compartment as the knives.  That would be scandalous. No reserve.  Payment by PayPal.  Free shipping.  Ann has Tridentine Masses said for her benefactors.


Starting Tuesday Off Right

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.

If eyes were assault weapons, those would be .338 Lapuas.

That is St. Teresa of Avila.  If eyes were assault weapons, those would be .338 Lapuas.

“The most potent and acceptable prayer is the prayer that leaves the best effects. I don’t mean it must immediately fill the soul with desire . . . The best effects [are] those that are followed up by actions—–when the soul not only desires the honor of God, but really strives for it. “

“Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life, which is short and has to be lived by you alone; and there is only one Glory, which is eternal. If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing. “

St. Teresa, pray for us!

Quote Collection: Indifference, Inertia and Ignorance

“The person who does not become irate when he has cause to be sins. For an unreasonable patience is the hotbed of many vices. It fosters negligence, and stimulates not only the wicked, but above all, the good to do wrong.”

–St. John Chrysostom
c. ARSH 347-407

Here is a short excerpt from the book “New Grub Street” by George Gissing published in ARSH 1891.  It is available free online.  I originally sourced it from John Senior’s “The Death of Christian Culture”.  Emphases mine:

Jasper changed the topic of conversation, and presently Whelpdale was able to talk with more calmness. The young man, since his association with Fleet & Co., had become fertile in suggestions of literary enterprise, and at present he was occupied with a project of special hopefulness.

‘I want to find a capitalist,’ he said, ‘who will get possession of that paper Chat, and transform it according to an idea I have in my head. The thing is doing very indifferently, but I am convinced it might be made splendid property, with a few changes in the way of conducting it.’

‘The paper is rubbish,’ remarked Jasper, ‘and the kind of rubbish—oddly enough—which doesn’t attract people.’

‘Precisely, but the rubbish is capable of being made a very valuable article, if it were only handled properly. I have talked to the people about it again and again, but I can’t get them to believe what I say. Now just listen to my notion. In the first place, I should slightly alter the name; only slightly, but that little alteration would in itself have an enormous effect. Instead of Chat I should call it Chit-Chat!’

Jasper exploded with mirth.

‘That’s brilliant!’ he cried. ‘A stroke of genius!’

‘Are you serious? Or are you making fun of me? I believe it is a stroke of genius. Chat doesn’t attract anyone, but Chit-Chat would sell like hot cakes, as they say in America. I know I am right; laugh as you will.’

‘On the same principle,’ cried Jasper, ‘if The Tatler were changed to Tittle-Tattle, its circulation would be trebled.’

Whelpdale smote his knee in delight.

‘An admirable idea! Many a true word uttered in joke, and this is an instance! Tittle-Tattle—a magnificent title; the very thing to catch the multitude.’

Dora was joining in the merriment, and for a minute or two nothing but bursts of laughter could be heard.

‘Now do let me go on,’ implored the man of projects, when the noise subsided. ‘That’s only one change, though a most important one. What I next propose is this:—I know you will laugh again, but I will demonstrate to you that I am right. No article in the paper is to measure more than two inches in length, and every inch must be broken into at least two paragraphs.


‘But you are joking, Mr Whelpdale!’ exclaimed Dora.

‘No, I am perfectly serious. Let me explain my principle. I would have the paper address itself to the quarter-educated; that is to say, the great new generation that is being turned out by the Board schools, the young men and women who can just read, but are incapable of sustained attention. People of this kind want something to occupy them in trains and on ‘buses and trams. As a rule they care for no newspapers except the Sunday ones; what they want is the lightest and frothiest of chit-chatty information—bits of stories, bits of description, bits of scandal, bits of jokes, bits of statistics, bits of foolery. Am I not right? Everything must be very short, two inches at the utmost; their attention can’t sustain itself beyond two inches. Even chat is too solid for them: they want chit-chat.’

Jasper had begun to listen seriously.

‘There’s something in this, Whelpdale,’ he remarked.

We aren’t “quarter-educated” today.  Oh, no.  People today are something like “one thirty-second educated” or “one sixty-fourth educated”.

Next, a quote from Cardinal Pie, who lived back in the good old days when being a Cardinal was a function of true merit.  Cardinal Pie also lived in the late 1800s, and was a favorite of Pope St. Pius X.  After reading this, I’m sure you will be able to guess why.

“Is not ours an age of mis-lived lives, of un-manned men?


Because Jesus Christ has disappeared. Wherever the people are true Christians, there are men to be found in large numbers, but everywhere and always, if Christianity wilts, the men wilt. Look closely, they are no longer men but shadows of men. Thus what do you hear on all sides today? The world is dwindling away, for lack of men; the nations are perishing for scarcity of men, for the rareness of men. I do believe: there are no men where there is no character; there is no character where there are no principles, doctrines, stands taken; there are no stands taken, no doctrines, no principles, where there is no religious faith and consequently no religion of society.

Do what you will: only from God you will get men.”

And to confirm what Cardinal Pie said above, a large-scale study has been completed of Novus Ordo Catholics in English speaking countries, and the results show that only 5%, FIVE PERCENT, are actual “intentional desciples”.  Many do not believe in the divinity of Christ, or even in a Personal God – but rather a “force”, or nothing.  I can confirm these findings anecdotally.  I’ll never forget the email from the weekly Mass attending Catholic woman who told me how stupid I was because everyone knows that “Jesus isn’t God.  Jesus is God’s son.”  In my reply to her, which I rarely do, I not only corrected her, but also took the opportunity to tell her that He was physically present in the Eucharist.  I doubt very much that she believed me, but at least I tried, and perhaps planted some sort of seed.

“[W]e have asked hundreds of diocesan and parish leaders from sixty dioceses throughout the English-speaking world this question: What percentage of your parishioners, would you estimate, are intentional disciples? To our astonishment, we have received the same answer over and over: ‘Five percent.’”

More troubling still is her discovery – after working with hundreds of parishes, and personally interviewing a couple thousand practicing Catholics, most of whom described themselves as “active” and “heavily involved” in their parishes – that many of them have tremendous gaps in their understanding of the faith.  They might be in Church every Sunday: ushers, lectors, parish secretaries, religious ed teachers [Say it. “Extraordinary Ministers of Holy Communion”.] and so on. Yet Weddell not infrequently discovered many who – upon sharing with her their own experience of the faith – did not believe in the divinity of Jesus, or who intimated that that they don’t even believe in a personal God at all! Her personal experience in these one-on-one encounters seems to confirm one of the most disturbing implications of the Pew study.

So, to review, more than 80% of Catholics simply stopped going to Mass at all beginning in the late 1960s when the Mass was turned into the effeminate, devirilized, illicit-yet-valid abomination that is the Novus Ordo.  More yet have trailed off or joined pagan pantheistic protestant self-worship Sunday entertainment houses.  Of those that actually remain in Novus Ordo parishes, only 5% can be called “intentional disciples”, meaning authentic Catholics who actually believe what the Church teaches on any level.  So… five percent of less than ten percent.

1 x 0.1 = 0.1
0.1 X 0.05 = 0.005
0.005 = One half of one percent.
And this happened largely, not entirely, but largely, since ARSH 1968.  45 years.  Not 450.  45.

This is why a plurality of self-identifying Catholics today voted for Obama and are in favor of sodomite faux-marriage.

One last quote:

“The Church is not falling to pieces. It has never been better. This is a wonderful moment for the Church, you just need to look at its history.”
Pope Francis Bergoglio
September 16, ARSH 2013

It is going to get worse.  We are going to be made to suffer, and so we should because it is our responsibility to do something – anything – and we’re not getting it done on any level.  Not even close.

History Rhymes: ObamaCare Website and the Ukrainian Wheat Farmers

The fact that the ObamaCare website is a complete clusterbungle that is totally inoperative is 100% INTENTIONAL.

It was designed to cause denial of service attacks on ITSELF, people.  Come on.  Wake up.  This isn’t difficult.

This reminds me exactly of the Ukraine under Stalin in the early 1930s.  The Ukraine is the breadbasket of eastern Europe.  Tremendous farming and wheat production was centered in the Ukraine.  Under Lenin, and then Stalin, all farms and food production were seized and controlled by the state.  The Soviets hated the Ukrainians and wanted them all dead.  All of them.  So here’s what they did:

At wheat planting time, the farmers all went to the Soviet office in town to get their allocation of seed wheat to plant for that year’s crop.  The Soviets stalled and stalled and then simply refused to give the Ukrainian farmers any seed.  As the planting window narrowed day by day, and then finally closed, the farmers became first ever more urgent, and then resigned themselves in despair to the fact that they would have no crop that year.

Fast forward to wheat harvest time.  The Soviet bureaucrats showed up at the farms and demanded that the farmers deliver that year’s wheat crop harvest.  The farmers, in complete disbelief at the Soviets after having begged and pleaded for seed a few months earlier only to be ignored and then explicitly denied any seed by these very same Soviet bureaucrats, told them that there was no harvest because YOU REFUSED TO GIVE US ANY SEED.

The bureaucrats then accused the farmers of hiding and hoarding the wheat harvest, and summarily executed all of the men and teenaged boys on the spot as “enemies of the Revolution and the people”.  Those were the lucky ones.  The Ukrainians left alive then slowly starved to death, many descending into the madness of starvation.  Many Ukrainian women, insane with hunger, slaughtered, cooked and ate their own children.  Some of those women survived the famine and carried the intense guilt of what they had done for the rest of their lives.  Before this totally state-engineered famine was over, upwards of three million Ukrainians were dead in less than two years.  This event is called The Holodomor.

This is what people who have hoarded an entire wheat harvest and gorged themselves on bread look like.  Clearly.  We know, because the nice people with the Hammer and Sickle shirts told us so.

This is what people who have hoarded an entire wheat harvest and gorged themselves on bread look like. Clearly. We know it is true because the nice people with the Hammer and Sickle shirts told us so.

This ObamaCare website is similar in tactic.  You are going to be punished for failing to comply with ObamaCare, even though the regime has specifically and maliciously seen to it that compliance is impossible – not that any person of conscience should even attempt to comply with the satanic ObamaCare anyway.

It’s intentional.
It’s intentional.
It’s intentional.

History rhymes.  Like an Irishman’s dirty limerick.

You people had better man up and do something real and concrete to depose these neo-Stalinist psychopaths.  Mere talk and hand-wringing leads straight to mass graves.


Starting Friday Off Right

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.



And when He had made, as it were, a scourge of little cords, He drove them all out of the temple, the sheep also and the oxen, and the money of the changers he poured out, and the tables He overthrew. And to them that sold doves He said: Take these things hence, and make not the house of My Father a house of traffic. And His disciples remembered, that it was written: The zeal of thy house hath eaten me up.
John 2: 15-17


1.  Salmagundi is a type of salad that contains a little bit of everything.

2.  I have added several more essays to the “The One About…” page, including the one about Sharia Finance, the one about Jesus and Guns and the one about Jesus Christ: Economist.  I’ll try to get some more up today.

3.  Yes, I saw that the Obama regime is threatening to arrest any priest chaplain who says Mass.  Obviously, every Catholic priest chaplain should IMMEDIATLY go offer the August and Unbloody Holy Sacrifice in the most public way possible every single day and then force the Obama regime to either arrest them and physically drag them off the altar or sit down and shut up.  Fix bayonets and CHARGE!  No army ever won a war by cowering in fear.

4.  Speaking of which, here is a great reader comment on the “’78 Chryslers and Prayer” piece:

Dear Miss Barnhardt,

At the end of your “Mopar vs GM, Prayer” you added an addendum about the contemptative/cloistered orders.  This thought did occur to me when you mentioned that prayer isn’t the purpose, but I’ve read just enough about the lives of cloistered Saints to realize that your analogy fits them even better than us in the secular world.  Prayer is their fuel too, but the work they are doing is more sublime and more direct than what we do.  Being a military nerd and member of the Church Militant, I have taken to calling the cloistered religious the Heavy Artillery of the Church Militant.  Just look at the life of the Little Flower (St. Therese of Lisieux): her spiritual combat on behalf of missionaries was like a thousand howitzers “softening up” an enemy formation before sending in the infantry to finish the job — only more so.  Just as every Mass is a bending of space and time which summarizes all time and brings us into physical contact with Christ crucified on Calvary, so the cloistered religious, behind the walls of their monastery, do direct combat with satan and his minion without the constraints of physical space getting in their way.  There have been dramatic examples of this in history — like Blessed Mary Agreda** — but before reading your addendum I thought it was even more the case for the religious.

And what happens to a military ground force when it loses artillery or air support — or worse yet, those assets target them instead of the enemy?  That’s what we’re seeing in the Church with the loss of the monks and nuns and the perversion of the few that remain.

And now our commander-in-chief is ordering us to discard our weapons and stop fighting with our enemies…. I think the minor chastisement is upon us. 

Thank you again for your writing.  You are in my family’s prayers
5.  This landed in my email box this week.  This is a picture of a 10 million billion pengo “B.-Pengo” bill from 1946 Hungary.
A ten quintillion Hungarian Pengo note circa 1946.  Guys, the U.S. economy and debt bubble is far, far worse than anything that was going on in Hungary.  The only difference is the fact that the reality of the Hungarian situation was acknowledged by the market.

A ten quintillion Hungarian Pengo note circa 1946. Guys, the U.S. economy and debt bubble is far, far worse than anything that was going on in Hungary. The only difference is the fact that the reality of the Hungarian situation was acknowledged by the market – because that is what people USED to do: acknowledge reality.

When the Pengo was finally ditched in August 1946, the new currency, the Forint, was pegged at 400 OCTILLION Pengo.  The Forint, upon issue, had an exchange rate with the U.S. Dollar of 8.5 cents.
Not only can this happen in the U.S. and Europe, mathematics dictates that it MUST happen at some point.  But, being that the U.S. Dollar is the global reserve currency, war will break out long before we see trillion dollar bills.
Ten million-billion is ten QUINTILLION.  Stop now and think about this.  Let’s say that the average hourly wage is ten quintillion dollars.  Do you really believe that China is going to accept coupon payments on its U.S. Treasury paper in hyper-inflated dollars?  Let’s do the math.  Let’s say that china is holding $1 Trillion in U.S. debt (this is a pretty close approximation).  In the example above, their total debt – not just the coupon payment but the ENTIRE debt holding could be paid off by ONE MAN working for one ten-millionth of an hour, which is 0.00036 seconds.  That’s 36 hundred-thousandths of a second.  One man working for 36 hundred-thousandths of a second would “pay off” the entire Chinese debt.
I post this exercise to make you comprehend how utterly, utterly imbecilic the notion of inflating away debt is.  The U.S. debt WILL BE PAID IN FULL REAL VALUE, and it will be paid in manhours, blood and landmass redistribution, and it won’t matter one iota how many zeroes there are after the nominal hourly wage integer.

Starting Saturday Off Right

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.

Guess the saint:

This saint joined a Crusade to Egypt in the hopes of PROSELYTIZING as many musloids as he could before being killed.  This saint was not killed, but was instead received into the court of a sultan.  Our saint then offered to engage in a trial by fire – literal fire – with the sultan’s musloid “scholars”.  Our saint offered to enter into a fire pit and if he emerged unscathed, the musloid scholars would then have to concede that the CATHOLIC GOD (the word “catholic” means “universal”, so of course God is Catholic, and of course His Church is Catholic) and not the phoney musloid god (our saint, like any intelligent person, knows that the thing called “allah” is a non-existent pagan-Bedouin moon deity concocted by the inventors of the musloid political system, inspired by satan himself) is the One, True God.  Naturally, knowing that their non-existent deity could not duplicate such a miracle, and not wanting to be burned to a crisp, the musloids declined the challenge – BUT the sultan granted our saint permission to PROSELYTIZE and win souls for Christ in his territory WHILE THIS VERY SULTAN WAS FIGHTING CRUSADERS.

Who was this saint who knew that not only was PROSELYTIZING not “solemn nonsense”, but was utterly essential and demanded by Our Lord – a direct corollary to the two Great Commandments, to love God and to love our neighbor?

Yep.  It was St. Francis of Assisi.

Giotto's fresco depicting St. Francis' Trial by Fire.  The musloids are on the left, slinking away.  Apparently this was all a terrible mistake on St. Francis' part.  He should have merely "encountered" the musloids in a spirit of "dialogue" and listened to their lies and then declared that they should all engage in good works and "meet each other there".  Because, you know, there isn't a "Catholic God", and the god the musloids believe in is the same as the Triune Godhead, or something.  And God being Good, and good and evil being whatever the individual conceives them as being, "God" is whoever or whatever the individual says He, She or It is.  Thank "god" we have Smart Francis today to correct all of the errors of Stupid Francis of Assisi.

Giotto’s fresco depicting St. Francis’ Trial by Fire. The musloids are on the left, slinking away. Apparently this was all a terrible mistake on St. Francis’ part. He should have merely “encountered” the musloids in a spirit of “dialogue” and listened to their lies and then declared that they should all engage in good works and “meet each other there”. Because, you know, there isn’t a “Catholic God”, and the god the musloids believe in is the same as the Triune Godhead, or something. And God Himself being Goodness Itself, and good and evil being whatever the individual “conceives” them as being, “God” is whoever or whatever the individual says He, She or It is. Thank “god” we have Smart Francis today to correct all of the errors of Stupid Francis of Assisi.



The One About '78 Chryslers, Firehawks and Prayer

Originally penned and posted in June, ARSH 2011.

If ever there was a 16 year old who needed a car, it was me. I was taking 12 hours of college classes and working 30 hours per week, with half of those hours in a town 25 miles away. If you’re wondering why I wasn’t in high school, it is because I dropped out at 15 after watching gang bangers pull pistols on each other in the hall, three girls being raped in quick succession by said gang bangers, and finally a gang banger in my study hall looked at me and saying in full voice within eight feet of the teacher, “Girl, you uptight. You need a good f***.” Given those events coupled with the fact that I hadn’t actually learned anything in years, I determined that Leavenworth High School would no longer be burdened with my presence. So yes, even as a tender child, I had balls like church bells and was a fearless, aggressive decision-maker. Deo gratias.

Anyway, my father bought a 1978 Chrysler Cordoba for my use in February of 1993 for $1300. And, like all of us poor things produced in the United States in the late 1970s, it was a real piece of crap. It had the 400 cubic inch V-8 with a 4-barrel carburetor. Oh, the carburetor. It had a dead spot in it such that it wouldn’t idle and upon acceleration from a stop would give you just enough power to get you exactly in the middle of the intersection or sitting perfectly astride the train tracks before coughing and dying. I’m pretty sure I pushed that car farther than I actually drove it. As a remedy, we installed a manual choke, but the car was so physically huge and the choke knob was so far under the dash that I literally had to duck my head completely under the dash to reach the choke. Thus, many an old lady was horrified by the yellow Chrysler next to them at a stoplight with huge truck tires on the rear, being powerbraked to 3000 RPM (no joke) with no visible driver. That car built character.

My favorite car that I have owned was a black 2002 Pontiac SLP Firehawk convertible. That was a running beast with a suspension that would squat into turns like a Maserati. The Firehawk package came with a freer-flowing exhaust that produced one of the most satisfying sounds on the planet. I. MISS. THAT. CAR. I sold it in 2005 to help finance the start-up of Barnhardt Capital Management.

Here are pictures of roughly what these two cars of mine looked like, although these are not MY cars, just pictures off the internet of similar cars.

My Cordoba looked like this except without hubcaps and with massive truck tires on the rear.  Haters gonna hate.  Players gonna roll...

My Cordoba looked like this except without hubcaps and with massive truck tires on the rear. Haters gonna hate. Players gonna roll…

My Firehawk looked like this except even better because my Firehawk was a ragtop.  It was a truly gorgeous vehicle.

My Firehawk looked like this except even better because my Firehawk was a ragtop. It was a truly gorgeous vehicle.

The reason I’m dragging you on this walk down automotive memory lane is because nothing explains the concept of Christian prayer quite like this MOPAR-to-GM-F-Body comparison.

Prayer is the fuel. Our souls are the powertrain. The objective and purpose in life is converting the fuel into motion by running it through the powertrain. Thus, prayer is not the end unto itself. Prayer is the means of moving toward the end, which is eternal life in heaven or damnation. We will be judged based upon the route we take. Did we do the right thing and take that left turn at Albuquerque?

I am like the ’78 Cordoba. Spiritually, I am a rolling piece of crap with a dead spot in my carburetor. Your soul, gentle reader, is more like the 2002 Firehawk. Never misses. Never dies. Beautiful.

But here is the difference, and I think that this explains why so many people are just sitting and watching as everything goes to hell. People have been taught that prayer is the OBJECTIVE of the Christian walk, and not the FUEL. And so we hear people say, “Oh, we’re not supposed to concern ourselves with earthly matters. We are supposed to withdraw from the world and pray.”

This is like a 2002 Firehawk with a full tank of gas being started and having the throttle mashed and held to the floor without ever being put in gear. Ever. What is the point of a car? Why was it built? What is the purpose of its existence? MOVEMENT. ACTION. That’s why it has a transmission, a driveshaft, an axle, wheels and tires. The true measure of a car is not revving out of gear. The true measure is its performance in motion. Acceleration, braking, cornering, cruising, outrunning the PoPo and the Revenuers.

Our Lord’s great commissions to us are earthly ACTIONS. DO THIS in memory of Me. GO and MAKE disciples of all nations. LOVE one another as I have loved you. It is our ACTIONS on this earth that will be the basis of our judgment. Hence, it is completely illogical to argue that nothing that happens on this earth or how we engage it matters. Of course it matters. What we DO will determine whether we end up in heaven or hell. Prayer is the spiritual fuel that enables and fortifies the person to GO and DO the right. This is why Jesus commanded the disciples to “watch and pray” in the Garden. He knew they were about to be tested and would have massive, terrible decisions to make as His passion and death unfolded. As it turned out, instead of praying, they fell asleep, and as a result, all of them except John bugged out, and Peter denied Him. No gas in the tank. I would guess that all of the women spent that evening in prayer with the Blessed Virgin at His command, and thus were the ones who were able to summon the courage, loyalty and perseverance to stay with Jesus from the pillar to the Cross to the tomb.  This is precisely why we must be praying all fifteen decades of the Rosary with Our Lady daily.

Many of you very kind folks send me emails flattering me profusely. But you are all wrong. I am NOT in a state of superior grace to you. In fact, I am almost certain that I am a complete wreck compared to you. I’m the ’78 Cordoba. You are the Firehawk. Here, I contend, is the difference. As much of a piece of de-tuned MOPAR crap with a bad carburetor as I am, I actually put the tranny in gear and GO. Most Christian folks have the SLP Ram-Air 5.7 liter V-8, but never take it out of park. Hmmm. So if what I did, and what I’m doing, constitutes sputtering, crippling along, dying at every light and having to throw it in neutral and get out and push a 4000 pound, 18 foot long monstrosity through the streets . . . just imagine what y’all Firehawks could do if you would JUST. PUT. IT. IN. GEAR.

Seriously. For the love of God. Fill up your tank and then get the clutch on the flywheel. And if you happen to see a yellow ’78 Cordoba dead on the side of the road, please dispatch a wrecker. It would be much appreciated.

Addendum, October 3, ARSH 2013.
Some might ask how this essay jibes with the vocation of comtemplative monks and nuns whose entire purpose in life is prayer.  It is very simple and extremely important.  The prayers of the contemplatives ask God to raise up saints out in the world and to strengthen the clergy and the laity with the sole objective of proselytizing and the salvation of souls.  There nothing of any greater importance than whether or not souls spend eternity enjoying the Beatific Vision in heaven or eternally damned to hell.  NOTHING.  Everything revolves around that.  Do you know why there aren’t any saints or miracles today, whereas before the 20th century there were obvious living saints and miracles were relatively common?  It is because the monasteries and convents have been almost totally emptied since Vatican II and the introduction of the Novus Ordo Mass.  When monks and nuns stopped wearing the habit and stopped praying the Divine Office, and their convents then quickly devolved into hives of sodomy, Marxism and even witchcraft in the case of some of the nuns; when all of that prayer all but stopped, the graces imbued into the clergy and the laity “out in the world” all but stopped also.  The point is, the contemplatives were specifically praying for God to raise up people of ACTION out in the world, and so the point of the essay still holds.  Monasteries are like prayer petroleum refineries that produce super-high octane racing fuel (grace) that can then be used by other people to power their Cordobas, or Firehawks, or F-150s.  No high octane fuel, no living saints – or at least very few.  No high octane fuel, no miracles.  Refilling monasteries and cloisters is second only in importance to exterminating the valid-yet-illicit Novus Ordo Mass and restoring The Mass of The Ages (whether Tridentine, Dominican, Ambrosian, Byzantine, etc.) to its rightful place.  These two things MUST happen in order for Western Civilization to have any hope of survival.  Vroom-vroom.

The Gospel Rewritten by Pope Francis

“For God so loved the world, as to give His only begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in Him, will never be lonely, and will always have a job.”

The actual quote, in case you missed it:

“The most serious of the evils that afflict the world these days are youth unemployment and the loneliness of the old.”

And then there’s this gem:

Your Holiness, is there is a single vision of the Good? And who decides what it is?
“Each of us has a vision of good and of evil. We have to encourage people to move towards what they think is Good.”

Your Holiness, you wrote that in your letter to me. The conscience is autonomous, you said, and everyone must obey his conscience. I think that’s one of the most courageous steps taken by a Pope.
“And I repeat it here. Everyone has his own idea of good and evil and must choose to follow the good and fight evil as he conceives them. That would be enough to make the world a better place.”


Francis is a scourge.  He is a chastisement upon us, and we deserve it because we have done basically NOTHING while the Church has been all but destroyed, the Mass turned into an abomination and a mocking of Our Blessed Lord upon the Altar and in the Tabernacle, and Western Civilization destroyed as a direct result.

50 million children are murdered every year in the world.  Sodomy and fornication are destroying lives and souls at a clip never before seen in human history, and now have as their goal the total and complete destruction of the family unit and the sacrament of marriage.  The financial system has been destroyed and the livelihoods of billions of people are, as we speak, being stolen and the loot being distributed amongst a cadre of oligarchs.  Mohamedism is running totally unchecked and is now explicitly supported by the maggot-infested carcass of post-Christian civilization, led by the former American republic.

Every day souls are lost forever to hell in numbers that are far too horrific to comprehend.

And Pope Narcissus I just said that the two greatest problems in the world are youth unemployment and lonliness among old people.

Well, let’s see, I’m technically unemployed, and now poor, and am terrified of what will become of me if I should live to old age.  Gee, I wish I had been torn limb from limb and then had my brains sucked out of my skull.  If only I wasn’t so hindered by OBJECTIVE MORALITY, I might have gone to a nightclub and assuaged, even if only temporarily, my loneliness.  Because, you know, good and evil are just “conceptions” in my mind.

Even if the Holy Spirit strikes Francis dead tomorrow, the fact that he has said these things and has given the enemies of God and His Holy Church these rhetorical cudgels will live on until Our Lord returns in Glory.  These quotes will be used henceforth to discredit and sow confusion.  We will be beaten with them non-stop from now on.  Paul VI remained silent in the face of abject insubordination and sat and watched as the Mass and Christian culture were dismantled in the 1960s and 70s.  But Paul VI wrote Humanae Vitae.  As horrible as his silence was, even Paul VI can be defended because his words, when he said anything, were Catholic.  Francis is making positive statements, albeit NOT ex cathedra statements, but still private statements made important by the massive dignity of his office, that are now clearly outside of Catholicism and are textbook Modernism.  That is a whole ‘nother level of ugly, friends.

Go to confession early and often.  And remember, there is no salvation outside the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church.  If you leave and reject the Church, you are leaving and rejecting Christ.  Period.  The separation of the wheat from the chaff, the sorting of the sheep from the goats, the sorting of the catch in the nets.  That’s what this is.

Hey, at least he's not lonely ... or worse, unemployed!

Hey, at least he’s not lonely … or worse, unemployed!