Monthly Archives: December 2013

Happy Christmas Comm Check

1.  I am so terribly sorry for not posting and wishing everyone a Happy Christmas, but my computer ate its pigs on Christmas Day and I have been dead in the water, except for my little cell phone which does receive email.  I still am floating adrift as repair services won’t be available to me until Tuesday morning, but I have borrowed a friend’s laptop to make a quick post.  I hope the person is cool with being put on a drone targeting list.  HA!

2.  Obviously there will not be a podcast this week.  Sorry.

3.  Christmas in the Van was TEH AWESOME.  There was beef AND pork, stockings hung with care, and even a very cheesy plastic tree; Christmas carols sung by Nat Cole and Perry Como, and, of course, the Vince Guaraldi Trio rocking the three-piece jazz Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack.  And a stream of dear friends from the Riverdweller Community coming to visit made it just perfect.  Midnight Mass was glorious. CHRISTUS NATUS EST!

4.  Once again, to all of my benefactors, whose munificence continues to leave me dumbstruck, thank you.  You are being remembered and prayed for, especially at Mass and also during my Rosaries.  That goes for those of you who pray for me as well, and also for those who may still be atheists, but are supporters in sentiment.  God knows who you are and wheat you need, and I am putting in a good word for you daily.

5.  Finally, a perennial favorite around here, a medley of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” and “We Three Kings” by BNL and Sarah McLachlan as we continue to celebrate the twelve days of Christmas.

Glorious now, behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Worship Him, God Most High


(This is one of my most positively received pieces.  Stay with it.  And stay with the language at the end – it is there for a very specific reason.  And yes, this is very much a Christmas meditation.  Anything I can do to jar folks out of the crass, commercialized neo-pagan economic event of tomorrow and get them to return to the Nativity of Our Lord, I will do.)

In my video in which I burned the Koran, I bookmarked the various pages with strips of raw bacon. Why did I do this? Is it because I actually believed that I was thumbing my nose at a non-existent pagan moon deity? Nope. People, there is NO SUCH THING AS “ALLAH”, so therefore what sense would it make for me to “offend” or “bait” a non-existent entity?

And a book is just a book. The paper is made out of tree cellulose and the ink is made out of petroleum and probably some sort of soy derivative. The bacon itself was composed of muscle tissue, fat tissue and connective tissue. The components of these tissues are water, protein, fatty acids and collagen. Break it down further and we’re talking carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen in various configurations. Touching a piece of bacon, or any piece of pork or pigskin to a book does not result in anything except making a bit of a greasy mess of the book. No pagan moon deity is roused from slumber and filled with murderous wrath. Do you know why? Because THERE IS NO PAGAN MOON DEITY.

So why did I bookmark my koran with bacon? Because it was WITTY. Because it pointed up the absurdity of the West’s groveling before musloid superstitions – specifically the U.S. Military’s rules and protocol for handling korans, namely handling with the right hand only, and preferably with the hand or hands gloved.

Yeah, because the people who actually use toilet paper and DON’T wipe their butts with their bare left hands are the ones with the “dirty hands”. You betcha, General Petraeus.

Question: Why don’t we issue the gloves that our military are supposed to wear when handling korans to the musloids themselves, and then the musloids can use the gloves to wipe their butts, and then won’t have to go through life with feces-encrusted metacarpi? Is it just me, or does that not make a LOT more sense? I was going to crack wise at this point about “exiting the Stone Age”, but you know, I don’t think Stone Age peoples wiped their anal sphincters with their bare hands. I think they used vegetation. Heck, even dogs know to work the “drag”.

This is also why I don’t go for any of the “shoot them with pork bullets” stuff. Whether or not a bullet was coated in pork blood or grease has nothing to do with anything, and I really don’t think that it is healthy or constructive for Christendom to stoop to the level of musloid superstitious stupidity by giving credence to these ridiculous myths.

Pork grease doesn’t condemn people to hell. “allah” doesn’t condemn people to hell. There is no “allah”. People, at the end of the day, send themselves to hell through their rejection of Jesus Christ manifested in their deeds and choices in this life. Yes, Christ is the Judge of all man and their deeds, but His Mercy is also infinite and available to all men. Men go to hell because they reject Christ and His Infinite Mercy. Whether or not a person was in physical contact with pork or a pork byproduct at the moment of death is utterly meaningless.

I run into this kind of foolishness amongst Christians fairly regularly (insomuch as some of these sects, which, let’s face it, are so utterly far afield that they can’t really be considered Christian in any honest sense, even though Our Lord’s name and a cross may be displayed prominently on the neon sign out front). I had a client tell me once that anyone who is cremated goes to hell because there has to be a body to be resurrected at the Final Judgment. If there is no body to resurrect, the person is disqualified from Christ’s Mercy and isn’t “saved”. Period. No matter what.

Riiiiiiiiight. Because GOD ALMIGHTY is completely hamstrung by the physical laws of the universe. He has no power over matter or energy. He knits every person together in their mother’s womb, cell by cell, molecule by molecule, atom by atom, but He can’t put a person back together. Riiiiight. And so, for example, all of the people who were killed in the jets that hit the World Trade Center and were incinerated just go straight to hell no matter what, according to these geniuses. Because the same Jesus that they claim to love and know so well would do that. Nah, it doesn’t matter what anyone did, believed or professed in life. Nah. If you’re on a plane that gets flown into a skyscraper you’re hellbound and down because your body was involuntarily cremated. And that goes for all of the soldiers and pilots who have been killed in war and had their bodies burned to ash. Sorry, boys! Infinite love and power only goes so far!

Here is a little rule of thumb I use to help me think through such questions: GOD IS SMART, SO DON’T EVER TREAT HIM LIKE HE IS STUPID. Do you see how this ties back to the musloid pork superstitions? Islam is intrinsically stupid because its founders and especially its followers were and are stupid, and so it is not surprising that the musloid fake deity, “allah”, is also stupid.

Their argument is that if a soldier fighting in jihad for “allah” should be shot with a pork-laced bullet, he goes to hell – even though he had no control whatsoever over the pork bullet or his death. Because the allegedly all-powerful “allah” is powerless against the crazy magic voodoo ju-ju of . . . pork products. See how that works? It’s called stupid. Slackjawed, mouthbreathing stupid.

And now a name and event that every single person should know: Thomas Vander Woude. On September 8, ARSH 2008 Thomas Vander Woude, aged 66, was working in his back yard with his seventh and youngest child, Joseph. “Josie” was 20 years old at the time, and did everything with his Dad. Josie was born with Down Syndrome. After finishing up cleaning the family’s swimming pool, Josie walked through the back yard toward his Dad who was also doing yard work. When Josie stepped on the 2X2 foot cover to their septic tank, the cover collapsed and Josie fell into the nearly-full, eight-foot deep tank. Thomas saw this and immediately ran over to the tank. He tried to pull the panicked Josie out, but couldn’t. Thomas Vander Woude then slipped himself into the septic tank to help his son. A workman who was at their house at the time saw what happened and told Mrs. Vander Woude who called 911 immediately. Both the workman and Mrs. Vander Woude then ran outside to help. Thomas was in the tank, treading the sewage, trying to lift Josie up so that the workman and his wife could get a grasp on him and lift him out. It wasn’t working.

Thomas Vander Woude then made the decision to take his last breath on this earth, dove under the surface of the sewage and pinned himself under his son so that Josie’s head was above the surface and he could breathe until the rescue crews arrived. Thomas Vander Woude drowned without struggling in human sewage saving the life of his developmentally disabled son. His last moments were in the total blackness of the bottom of a septic tank, with a combination of urine, feces and wastewater rushing into his mouth, down his windpipe and into his lungs. I am hard-pressed to imagine a more physically filthy demise. Or a more terribly beautiful one. The tears that are welling up in your eyes right about now are the proof of that.

So, what do you think? Was Thomas Vander Woude’s death “ritually clean”? How do you think a musloid imam would address this situation if put before him hypothetically? Do you think that “allah” would allow a man into “paradise” who drowned in human sewage saving a son that islam considers to be non-human and would have been murdered at birth? But then, there is no “allah”, only a sick, twisted political cult comprised of sick, twisted, perverted men.

Christ, on the other hand, is Real. Not only is He real, but He was there, in the septic tank with Thomas Vander Woude. Christ knows all about diving into tanks of shit, because that is exactly what He did for us. He was literally born in shit, in a cave that acted as a shelter for livestock. The floors were covered in shit, as were the walls. Don’t think that wasn’t symbolic and carefully planned by Him. You don’t think He could have worked it out so that there was one room left at the inn? Sure He could have – but He specifically chose the shit. He chose the shit because humanity fell into the septic tank, and we are all, every single one of us, drowning in our own shit. We just call it “sin”. The funny thing is, most of us don’t feel Jesus underneath us, holding us up. It just feels like we are standing on a solid base. You know why? Because like Thomas Vander Woude, Our Blessed Lord isn’t struggling. He isn’t squirming or flailing as He sucks our shit into his lungs. He’s just down there, supporting us, holding us up, drowning in our shit, with more solidity than the foundations of the earth, so that we can have life. I reckon the challenge in day-to-day life is to never delude one’s self into thinking that we are standing on the bottom of the tank and holding ourselves up. We aren’t. That’s Our Blessed Lord down there, whether or not we perceive it, or even believe it.

Remember this the next time you hear some musloid waxing philosophical on ritually clean death and admission criteria to “allah’s paradise”. And don’t belittle Christ, His Incarnation and His Sacrifice by encouraging such stupidity of thought. The fates of men’s souls aren’t trivia, and it sure as heck isn’t a game of tag played with pork products. Shooting someone with a pork-coated bullet doesn’t make you the judge of mankind, determining who goes to hell and who doesn’t. That task belongs to Christ and Christ alone, since it is Christ and Christ alone who has willingly drowned in the shit of every human being. And for that we should feel nothing but gratitude.


The word “shit” is used very intentionally and without apology in order to convey the brutal reality and enormity of the Incarnation and Passion. People used to understand this – before Superfun Rockband church turned Christianity into an effeminate, intellectually insipid pablum of narcissistic neo-pagan self-absorption, materilism, and mind-numbingly bad “entertainment”.

Podcast #4, December 19, ARSH 2013

I have no clue what the periodic static disturbances are.  Undoubtedly government mind control beams coming from the secret underground lair of the shape-shifting lizard-Jooz.

Topics and timestamps:
0:00-13:57 Explaining how the MFGlobal victims had to sell their claims to recovery sharks at a heavy discount long ago. The time value of money (aka interest) is discussed as a corollary.

13:58-22:33 The importance of not falling for Putin’s calculated faux-Christian schtick. The guy is a murderous tyrant who is also clearly insane, as evidenced by his multilation of his face via plastic surgery. Just because he can cross himself and is making a calculated political stand against the sodomites does NOT make him a “good guy”.

22:34-33:20 The news of the Saudi government being directly involved in 9/11, the need to declare war on the caliphate, the precedent of the deportation of the members of the German American Bund (Nazis) during WWII, and a tangent on petroleum and fusion.

33:21-52:14 Pope Francis named “Man of the Year” by sodomite agitprop magazine “The Advocate”. Our Lord’s words to Doctor of the Church St. Catherine of Siena regarding the sins of sodom are discussed.

52:15-1:04:07 Reading of the PULCHRA VERA essay – On Beauty and Truth, specifically when the truth is ugly.

Pulchra Vera Essay link:

Brokerage Firm Warning: FC Stone

If there is one thing we have all learned with regards to clearing firms over the past two years, it is that where there is smoke, there is fire, and not only is there no fire brigade to come to the rescue, but the guys running around wearing firemen’s uniforms are a bunch of psychotic pyromaniacs who should all be locked up and the keys thrown away for the good of mankind.

Commodities clearing firm FC Stone (Nasdaq symbol INTL) has announced that it has … money issues.  Again, they handle lots of pure agricultural hedging – farmers and ranchers.  If anyone out there gets more info, let me know, as I am not in a position to go hunting stuff down myself.


RED ALERT: Obamacare allows FEDGOV to back-bill and levy your estate to pay for "healthcare expenses".

Even I didn’t see this one coming.  In excess of 90% of Obamacare “enrollees” are being shunted onto Medicaid.  Beyond the simple explanation of the Cloward-Piven strategy to overload the FEDGOV, now we see the full, satanic picture:  Obamacare specifically enables the FEDGOV to back-bill and levy your estate after you croak to “pay” for “healthcare services rendered”.

Make no mistake, this is a de facto seizure of the probate estates of the vast majority of Americans.  Period.

I eagerly await with bated breath the response of the “enraged and engaged” American populace, who are “mad as hell and not going to take it anymore”.

Ah, who am I kidding.  We all know that you’re not going to do a damn thing except shake your head and ask, “When is someone going to do something about this?”  Flip the channel.  Maybe they’re showing re-runs of the ballroom dancing contest somewhere.

Story here.

On Timelines and Prepping: Don't Be a Foolish Virgin

An interesting question came up in a conversation on Friday, specifically, when can we expect a full collapse and the proverbial manure to impact the rapidly spinning airfoils?  When do we “get ready”?

The answer to the “when do we get ready” question is: NOW.

The answer to the “when is it going to collapse” question is: WE DON’T KNOW.

I was instantly reminded of the parable of the wise and foolish virgins, which is the Gospel reading for the Mass of the feast of a Virgin Martyr, so if one goes to daily Mass in the Old Rite, one hears this Gospel quite frequently.  It is Matthew 25: 1-13:

Then shall the kingdom of heaven be like to ten virgins, who taking their lamps went out to meet the bridegroom and the bride. And five of them were foolish, and five wise. But the five foolish, having taken their lamps, did not take oil with them: But the wise took oil in their vessels with the lamps. And the bridegroom tarrying, they all slumbered and slept.

And at midnight there was a cry made: Behold the bridegroom cometh, go ye forth to meet him. Then all those virgins arose and trimmed their lamps. And the foolish said to the wise: Give us of your oil, for our lamps are gone out. The wise answered, saying: Lest perhaps there be not enough for us and for you, go ye rather to them that sell, and buy for yourselves.  Now whilst they went to buy, the bridegroom came: and they that were ready, went in with him to the marriage, and the door was shut.

But at last come also the other virgins, saying: Lord, Lord, open to us. But he answering said: Amen I say to you, I know you not. Watch ye therefore, because you know not the day nor the hour.

As with all of scripture, there are multiple layers, but there is absolutely a day-to-day-life message here.  People cannot predict the future with any degree of specificity.  Here on earth we live in linear time and are constrained by it.  We can remember the past, we exist in the present, and the future is unknown.  The only exception to this is, of course, the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in which time is bent over the altar such that the once and for all Sacrifice of Calvary is made present to us, but even then we can not perceive this supernatural reality as it is kept hidden behind the Veil of Friendship so that we all don’t freak out and cease to be able to function – because that is exactly what would happen if we could actually see what is going on at Mass.  But I digress.

Verse 13 above makes it clear that the “calling” of exact dates of future events is profoundly sketchy business at best.  The point of the parable in this context is that the virgins DID NOT KNOW when the Bridegroom was going to arrive.  The wise virgins, however, in their humility, fully acknowledging that they did not know the exact time of the arrival made certain that they were prepared IN ADVANCE.  The foolish virgins thought that they could wait until the Bridegroom arrived and then either scramble to prepare at that point OR bum supplies off of the wise virgins.  And please note that the wise virgins told the foolish when asked for supplies, “Um, no.”

But there is another saying of Our Lord that dovetails with the parable of the Virgins.  It is Luke 12: 54-56:

And He said also to the multitudes: When you see a cloud rising from the west, presently you say: A shower is coming: and so it happeneth: And when ye see the south wind blow, you say: There will be heat: and it cometh to pass.  You hypocrites, you know how to discern the face of the heaven and of the earth: but how is it that you do not discern this time?

So, from this we know that it is, in fact, completely appropriate to observe, parse and analyze current events and thus discern the need, and even the urgent need, for preparation.  The Virgins knew that a wedding had occurred and that the Bridegroom would be along at some point as a logical corollary to the fact that there had been a wedding.  What is NOT appropriate is to say something like, “On the thirty-third day of March of 2014 the entire global financial system will implode,” any more than it would have been appropriate for Churchill to declare in the spring of ’35, “Herr Hitler will invade Poland on the fifteenth of June, 1936, thus beginning a second Great War.”  That would have been wrong, even though Hitler did eventually invade Poland on September 1, ARSH 1939, thus igniting World War II.

You have to be ready, prepared and positioned BEFORE the event, which your applied powers of simple observation and logical, reasoned thought clearly tell you is forthcoming, and then you wait, like the wise virgins.  If you think that you will be able to liquidate assets, convert your bank deposits to cash, metals and armaments, establish a redoubt and then travel there unmolested AFTER the manure hits the rapidly spinning airfoils, then you are, without question, a “foolish virgin”.  Don’t be a foolish virgin.

READY! (Friedrich Wilhelm von Schadow, 1789-1862. Parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins, detail.)

(Friedrich Wilhelm von Schadow, 1789-1862. Parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins, detail.)


Starting Monday 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.  Amen.

St. James the Great, encountering islam... but most assuredly NOT dialoguing with it.

St. James the Great, encountering islam… but most assuredly NOT dialoguing with it.

Who is this dashing figure manfully wielding his ASSAULT WEAPON whilst trampling and slaying a bunch of quivering, cowering musloids on a field of battle?

That’s St. James the Apostle, son of Zebedee, big bruddah of St. John. I know you probably didn’t recognize him because of the hat. Well, if you’re going to miraculously appear in Spain in the 9th century and lead a vastly outnumbered Christian Army against an invading musloid force and slay musloids by the boatload (as one does), someone is bound to give you their sweet hat.

St. James made a beeline for Spain to begin evangelizing after the Ascension of Our Lord. Tradition has St. James in Spain in the year A.D. 40. 804 years later, at the battle of Clavijo against the satanic musloid hordes, St. James miraculously appeared in his old home-away-from-home and, evidently, put on a clinic on killing musloids with edged weapons.

St. James, adopted son and patron of Spain, has ever since been known as “Santiago Matamoros”, St. James the Moorslayer (mata = kill or slay, moros = musloids).

To this day the battle charge cry of Spanish armies remains:

Santiago y cierra Espana!

St. James, and strike for Spain!


Confitebor tibi, Domine, in toto corde meo; narrabo omnia mirabilia tua.

Confitebor tibi, Domine, in toto corde meo; narrabo omnia mirabilia tua.
(I will give praise to Thee, O Lord, with my whole heart: I will relate all Thy wonders.)

Dear Ann,
I wanted to tell you about something that happened after reading your article on the Assumption and Immaculate Conception from last week. I gave your article and another internet article which was more in depth, but in laymans terms, on the scientific fact of fetal cells of a baby in the mother’s body for life to our Deacon. On that same day he dropped by our church and was met there by a parishoner who had dropped by to pray about “a difficult decision” she had to make. Be aware these two had not planed this meeting. She told him that her baby in utero is anacephalic and she was counseled to abort. Our Deacon remebering the two articles in his pocket (he’s also an MD) showed her both articles, they prayed together and he told me she was “consoled her baby would always be with her” and decided to carry to term. I just wanted to let you know how something as awesome as your article made a difference in several persons’ lives.

Lord, behold, he whom Thou lovest is sick. And Jesus hearing it, said to them: This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God: that the Son of God may be glorified by it.
John 11: 3-4

Something Beautiful: Ukrainian Father Buttkickerchuk

A Ukrainian Catholic Priest on the streets of Kiev, leading his flock in their counter-revolution.  Um, I can tell you what he does NOT have in a pickle jar on top of HIS television.  I’d bayo-charge a fifty behind him.  What a beautiful, beautiful sight.

Pay attention, all of my priest and holy deacon readers.  It’s going to be your turn soon enough, and you’re going to need to bring the macho like beautiful Father Buttkickerchuk, here.

Meet Fr. Buttkickerchuk, who starts every morning with an egg poached in the tears of his enemies.

Meet Fr. Buttkickerchuk, who starts every morning with an egg poached in the tears of his enemies.