Monthly Archives: July 2014

B.L.T. Wrap

1.  BLTs taste every bit as good when wrapped in a flour tortilla thing as when served on white toast.  Good. To. Know.

2.  OH MY GOODNESS.  Signor Vincenzo over at has truly outdone himself on the photoshop front.  Check it out… I’m Vasquez!!!


Whoa.  So THAT’S what I would look like with boobs.  Now I know.
Meh.  No thanks.

3.  Just finishing the whole Alien oeuvre stream of consciousness, a friend in Riverville has a recreational interest in marine biology, and pointed out to me that Moray Eels have the double mouth thing that the Alien creators copied.  I was gobsmacked at this information.


4.  Words of extreme wisdom from Uncle Remus:

A couple of generations ago forthrightness was expected, every day, in every thing. It was a measure of maturity. Nobody got away with mushmouth spin, everyone kept to the simple truth as they knew it or they got eased out of adult society and sat at the kid’s table come Thanksgiving. We owe each other our true thoughts in a straightforward way. We don’t have to be right but we do have to be honest. Absent that, we devolve into frillery and artifice. This notion is mostly past tense now, as confirmed by political correctness—social anesthesia if you will. But there are those who carry on, convinced by experience that optimism is warranted only if you see things as they are, or close enough. They carry on not as a heroic mission mind you, it’s just the way they are. We’ll not name names here, they know who they are, it’s a small club.

5.  I’m on a Kentucky Headhunters bender.  It happens.

*Warning:  This video contains both handlebar moustaches and mullets.  Business up front, par-tay in the back, yo.

Starting Tuesday Off Right – St. Henry 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.

How can a saint possibly wage war?  Easily.  Very, very easily.  And, as it turns out, usually quite  successfully.

How can a saint possibly wage war? Easily. Very, very easily. And, as it turns out, usually quite successfully.

Meet St. Henry, also known as Holy Roman Emperor Henry II.  He was an extremely holy man, even going so far as to maintain his virginity by mutual agreement with his wife and Empress.  He drove the musloids out of Southern Italy in the early 11th century, thus being one in a long line of saintly men who saved Europe from the musloid scourge by means of the only effective method for dealing with that irrational satanic political cult:  PHYSICAL VIOLENCE IN MASSIVE, UNRELENTING QUANTITIES.

Remember, war is never the answer in this Vale of Tears … except when it totally, totally is.


Wild Turkey and Sprite.

1.  Call me names.  Calumniate me to the ends of the earth, but two parts Sprite to one part Bird on the rocks is really tasty.  And thirst-quenchey.

2.  Snarky deep thought for the day:  If you build a man a fire, he will be warm for one night.  If you light a man on fire, he will be warm for the rest of his life.

3.  Ted Cruz’ wife Heidi is a Goldman Sachs executive.  Ummmm-hmm.  If you are angry with ME because I pointed that out again, you need to check yossef befo’ you wreck yossef.

4.  What part of “the Catholic Church has been massively infiltrated by Communists and sodomites” are we just not understanding?  Why do I still get email after email saying, “Ann, how can these bishops be cooperating with the Obama border dissolution tactic and be quartering the invaders?”  Yeah.  They’re inside.  In. Fil. Tra. Tors.

May I be permitted to make a Xenomorph analogy?  It’s like Aliens.  The Latin Mass people are like the Colonial Marines.  We certainly have the tools, but there is definitely a lack of… discipline.  And cohesion.

(As an aside, yes, absolutely, I wanna be Vasquez.  Not Ripley.  VASQUEZ.  One of the great movie lines of all time… Hudson to Vasquez who is doing perfect strict overhand behind-the-neck chin-ups,
“Hey Vasquez, you ever been mistaken for a man?”
“No. Have you?”

The Aliens are the Commie-Sodomite infiltrators.  They invade, immediately redecorate everything they touch with some sort of black resin which is secreted from their posterior fundaments, and then they hide in the walls, coming out at night… mostly.

While in the Facehugger stage, they attach themselves to laity, and implant an embryo known as a “chestburster”.

An example of a Xenomorph in the Facehugger stage.  Note the extended, grasping tentacles and the retracted oral proboscis.

An example of a Xenomorph in the Facehugger stage. Note the extended, grasping tentacles and the retracted oral proboscis ready to strike.

The Facehugger then detaches from the lay victim host, the host APPEARS normal, and then they hold the lay host, encased is a resin cocoon, while the embryo matures.  Those lay hosts NOT encased in resin cocoons and allowed to go back out into public to spread the infection are referred to as “Neocons” or “Progcons”.  And we all know how the “chestburster” stage ends.

An infected Neocon/Progcon victim carrying a "Chestburster".  Ew.  That one's gonna be messy.

An infected Neocon/Progcon victim carrying a “Chestburster”. Ew. That one’s gonna be extra messy.

They are purely predatory creatures with no higher goals than the propagation of their species and the destruction of life that could pose a threat.  Like wasps or termites, they are eusocial, with a single fertile queen per colony breeding a caste of warriors.

An example of a Xenomorph queen, easily recognizable by the hateful hissing sounds it makes.

An example of a Xenomorph queen, easily recognizable by the hateful, heretical hissing sounds it makes.

So, asking me why some commie infiltrator bishop is crawling into bed with Obama at every turn is like asking me, “Oh my gosh! Why did that Alien just bite that dude??”  Um, because that’s their nature.  That’s what they do. Comm. U. Nist. In. Fil. Tra. Tors.  It’s really tough to win a war when you are CONSTANTLY shocked that the enemy infiltrators are shooting at you.  The ability to delude one’s self is NOT a virtue.

“You’re going out there to destroy them, right?   Not to study.  Not to bring back.  But to wipe them out.”

Starting Sunday Night 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.

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.

French soldiers assisting at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in an unknown chapel.

American soldiers (perhaps members of the 103rd Regiment of the 26th Division, USA) assisting at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the bombed-out chapel at Dommartin, France after the St. Mihiel Offensive, September ARSH 1918.

If armies in camp should stand together against me, my heart shall not fear. If a battle should rise up against me, in this will I be confident. One thing I have asked of the Lord, this will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life. That I may see the delight of the Lord, and may visit His temple.  For He hath hidden me in His tabernacle; in the day of evils, He hath protected me in the secret place of His tabernacle.

Psalm 26: 3-5

Two Benefactor Masses Scheduled for Next Week!

I have FOUR Masses coming up next week, with TWO for all of my Benefactors and Supporters, plus two more special Masses which I will write more on tomorrow.

MONDAY, JULY 14th, Approx 12:30 pm EDT, All Benefactors and Supporters (That’s you!)

TUESDAY, JULY 15th, Approx 12:30 pm EDT, For K, mom of four, who is battling esophageal cancer (More on this tomorrow…)

WEDNESDAY, JULY 16th, Approx 12:30 pm EDT, For Jamie Dimon (More on this tomorrow…)

THURSDAY, JULY 17th, Approx 12:30 pm EDT, All Benefactors and Supporters (That’s you!)

So mark your calendars!  “See” you at Mass!


I was going to write a big screed…

But then I happened upon this video which was recorded on December 4, ARSH 2012, and this says it all.  It is positively spooky to watch.  Slightly prescient.  And yes, not only am I still prepared to spend the rest of my life in prison or die at the hands of the regime, I’m even more ready and better prepared because I have had over a year of “Van” life and prayer in Riverville, and piles and piles of experiences and happy memories to console me as I either sit in my cell or walk the Green Mile to my place of execution.  I sure wouldn’t mind more, but the timing is all up to God.

Whenever You’re ready, Boss.

Lots of language in this.  Kinda Patton-esque.

Egg Salad

1.  Two hard boiled eggs, diced.  A little mayo.  A little sour cream (if you have it).  Pinch of salt.  Tablespoon of pickle relish.  It’s the simple pleasures in life.

2.  Paraphrasing a quote from Nicholas Cotoner, renowned as the father of the modern study of human anatomy: “It is essential to dissect the dead in order to heal the living.”  Indeed. Pass the chainsaw, and lower your splash shields.

3.  Yeah, it’s happening again.  ZeroHedge has this up today.  And I see that KD has picked it up, too.  CYNK, a social media start-up (whatever that means) with one employee, no website, no revenue, no product, and no assets, is now booking a market cap of nearly FIVE BILLION DOLLARS.  This is going to make the 2000 and 2008 crashes look like your sixth birthday party at McDonald’s.

4.  So, yeah, in the interests of making sure everyone is arguing from TRUE premises and not FALSE premises, the whole Mexican border dissolution thing is 100% intentional and pre-planned.  Saw it coming even before Obama officially usurped and the Republic was overthrown back in ’08.  There are three main objectives achieved by this: 1.) Feed the Cloward-Piven overload and collapse of the FEDGOV by adding millions to the entitlement teat 2.) Expand the proletariat, which will agitate for and deliver more power to the oligarchy in return for empty promises of free shit 3.) Enable unfettered access to former-U.S. territory by musloids, with whom the Obama regime is saturated and explicitly allied with against Western Civilization.  This is all exactly, precisely what they want and so therefore thinking that they are somehow embarrassed, ashamed or have any desire to “correct” or mitigate any of it is either dishonest to a gargantuan degree, or just flat stupid.  You’re sitting around waiting for psychopathic arch-criminals who have taken over the largest economy and military in human history, and who are achieving absolutely every single one of their satanic goals with zero resistance, to slam on the brakes and voluntarily cease and desist because of an appeal to their conscience?  Really?  REALLY?

5.  Yeah, I saw that bonehead Catholics are now working with the FEDGOV to traffic aliens into the country.  Here’s what you have to understand.  Most of the bishops today are stupid.  I’m talking dumber than a bag of hair stupid.  And, not surprisingly given that and given the Communist infiltration of the Church in the 20th century, most of them have Marxist leanings – even the so-called conservatives like Chaput in Philadelphia.  Chaput agitated HARD for ObamaCare, even going so far as to force every parish in Denver to read a letter from him in which he declared healthcare a RIGHT.  Rights come from God.  Physical and service commodities are not rights, unless you subscribe to a materialist, Marxist worldview.  But Ann, but Ann, I read Chaput’s book, “Render Unto Caesar”, and it wasn’t Marxist.  Of course not.  That’s because Chaput’s ghostwriter isn’t Marxist.  She’s a very good Catholic lady, who delivered a fine book indeed to the Archbishop.

6.  Oh, and yes, the “dumb” and “Marxist” labels apply fully to the Bishop of Rome, and Vicar of Christ, too.  Francis is a Peronist-Fascist who is quite a dim bulb who has been built up from nothing by a fawning Marxist media – not at all unlike Obama.  Listening to Progressive-Conservative (ProgCon) Catholics try to explain away the “Communists stole our (Christianity’s) flag” quote from last week is simultaneously amusing and nauseating.  Communism, which reduces human beings to economic object/units, which it then slaughters by the millions, is just Christianity under a different “flag”, huh?  I cannot put into words what an abomination and desecration of the memories of the millions of martyrs to Communism that statement is.  The Communists who tortured Cardinal Mindszenty were not “closet Christians”.  The torturers of the Romanian and Vietnamese Catholics were not “closet Christians”.  Believe me, when I call Pope Francis stupid, it is from the bowels of charity, because the alternative is that he is malevolent, and for full disclosure, I bought an at-the-money call option on “malevolent” within minutes of his election.

7.  Remember, Our Lord is angry with us.  Very, very, very angry.  And so, it is time for this again:

“The most evident mark of God’s anger, and the most terrible castigation He can inflict upon the world, is manifest when He permits His people to fall into the hands of a clergy who are more in name than in deed, priests who practice the cruelty of ravening wolves rather than the charity and affection of devoted shepherds. They abandon the things of God to devote themselves to the things of the world and, in their saintly calling of holiness, they spend their time in profane and worldly pursuits. When God permits such things, it is a very positive proof that He is thoroughly angry with His people and is visiting His most dreadful wrath upon them.”  –St. John Eudes

8.  For your “The New Pentecost (™) : not *quite* as awesome as the first Pentecost…” file, a quote from a Novus Ordo ProgCon (Progressive Conservative) on a thread about me on another blog:

“Do this, in memory of me.” The mass is only a community meal in obedience to this command.

And there it is.  The fruits of St. Second Vatican Council.  Here is a man who considers himself a dyed in the wool Catholic – and a CONSERVATIVE one at that, who, in a public forum, published the words THE MASS IS ONLY A COMMUNITY MEAL.

We have to start arguing from TRUE PREMISES, no matter how painful they may be.  The Novus Ordo Mass was conceived IN MALICE by infiltrators of the Church with the specific objective of destroying the Church from the inside out by doing everything possible to convince the laity that the Mass is… um, how should I phrase this, er… OH!  I know!  …To convince the laity that the Mass IS ONLY A COMMUNITY MEAL.  And you know what?  They were successful.  Catholics today either have no clue that the Holy Sacrifice of the MASS is … THE SACRIFICE OF CALVARY or, like this guy, when presented with the reality of 1930 years of Church history and liturgy prior to the Second Vatican Council, doesn’t believe it and blows it off.  Because, you know, that’s just too awkward and immoderate a position.  Real Presence?  Calvary made present?  That’s crazy talk.  How can we possibly be loved by the world and convince “seekers” to come to “services” if we insist upon pushing these antiquated, and frankly embarrassingly ridiculous “supernatural” (used as a pejorative) memes that nobody, saving a few kooks, actually believes anyway?  No, no.  The Mass is only – ONLY – a community meal.  ONLY.  Without others or anything further; alone; solely; exclusively.  ONLY.

Well, to paraphrase Flannery O’Connor, if it is ONLY a community meal, then to hell with it.  Exactly.  Which is why 90+ percent of ethnic Catholics have apostatized since the introduction of the Novus Ordo Mass in the late 1960s, and why the remaining less-than-ten percent, like this chap, are actually Protestant in their beliefs.  Remember, Protestants are PROTESTING, at the end of the day, the Eucharist and the Holy Sacrifice, qua sacrifice, of the Mass.  It all drills down to that.  And these are exactly, precisely the results that the Novus Ordo was specifically, consciously designed to produce.

So when I say that the Novus Ordo MUST be exterminated before civilization has any hope of genuine recovery, understand that the Novus Ordo has a self-destruct mechanism built into it, just as a cancer will eventually kill the organism within which it resides, thus resulting in the death of the tumor as well.  It will exterminate itself one way or another, because it was designed by the infiltrators, led by Annibale Bugnini, as a vector of destruction.  It was designed to obscure and trivialize both Calvary and the Eucharist, and to replace these things with fully Protestant worship of the “self” and the self’s FEEEEEELINGS, and the “group”.  And because neither the “self” nor the “group” are worthy of worship (understatement of the day), the inevitable conclusion that those trapped in the Novus Ordo come to, sooner or later, is indeed, “to hell with it.”

Zero effort should be put into “fixing” the Novus Ordo, because it cannot be fixed any more than a brain tumor can be transformed into normal brain tissue.  You can’t “fix” a cancer into healthy tissue.  The so-called “Reform of the Reform” is a fool’s errand that only buys the Enemy more time, and thus more souls lost to hell. But obviously, like a cancer patient, shouldn’t we try to cut out, radiate away or chemo away the cancer so that it does as little damage as possible??    If your oncologist told you that his treatment plan, which was guaranteed to be 100% successful, was to let the cancer kill you, and thus kill the cancer, you would punch him in the face.  Just sayin’.

Yeah, to say that the Mass is ONLY a community meal is like saying that Jesus was ONLY a charismatic teacher.  ONLY.  Man, it’s that “only”.  That “only” is a knife to the heart, and says it all.

And, of course, the kicker to all of this is that most Novus Ordo Masses are indeed valid.  That’s why it matters.  Our Lord comes.  He is there, His Physical Substance right there on the altar – ignored and profaned by unworthy reception of His Body and Blood as if They were a mere “wine tasting”.  That’s why it matters.  Our Lord loves us so much that He still comes and suffers the indignity and indifference of the Rite of Bugnini because He promised that the Gates of Hell would never prevail.  That’s. Why. It. Matters.  Love doesn’t fail.  He has espoused Himself to us as members of His Church.  For better or for worse.  For richer or for poorer.  In sickness and in health.  That which God has joined together, no man will ever tear asunder.     



(Originally penned and posted on August 19, ARSH 2011.  The despisal remains evergreen….)

Well, this hasn’t been a long time coming or anything. But, for everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven, quoth the Byrds, after Pete Seeger, after Qoheleth after the Third Person of the Triune Godhead.

You know, I’ve had just about enough of these damn feminists. [It’s official now.  I’ve had enough.] Last week there was a minor brou-ha-ha when Michele Bachmann was asked in a debate whether or not she, as president, would be submissive to her husband. This was a clear and obvious attack on Ephesians 5 wherein St. Paul once again reveals human marriage to be patterned directly off of the larger reality of the marriage of Christ, the Bridegroom, to the Church, His Bride. While it was a man who posed the question, the dripping scorn was a direct byproduct of a century of feminist indoctrination and undermining of our culture, and of morality itself.

The first thing we all need to do is examine and identify who feminists are, because this is what everyone dances around and no one wants to talk about – even though we all know the truth. But, if the truth is never, ever spoken or proclaimed, it is made inert. The Word of Truth MUST BE SPOKEN in order to be efficacious in the world. So, here goes:

-Feminists are angry, bitter, jealous, narcissistic, prideful, self-absorbed women who hate men and deeply resent their own femininity.

-Many feminists are lesbians, and thus, by definition, are suffering from massive and acute psycho-sexual disorders rooted in self-loathing.

-In addition to being lesbians, many feminists are also de facto transvestites.

-Feminists hate both authentic masculinity and authentic femininity, and desire to establish themselves as a third gender which dominates and is superior to the other two.

And so, we have three basic groups of people inside the feminist milieu. We have the “third-gendered” quasi-females themselves, who are the core and driving force of the movement. We have women who have been indoctrinated and manipulated by the third-gendered types, and we have the men who have allowed themselves to be castrated by the third-gendered “wymyn” and the normal women and other gelded men who have fallen under their influence.

In terms of numbers, which of these three groups is the largest? Without question, it is the men. The vast, vast majority of men in this culture have been psychologically gelded. They are powerless and impotent, unable to assert themselves or initiate any sort of meaningful action.

They do not act – they watch.
They do not speak – they pander.
They do not defend – they capitulate.
They do not assert – they grovel.
They do not lead – they cower.

And they do these things because they have been conditioned for their entire lives to believe that passive, cowering, groveling surrender is the standard of masculine morality. They have been taught that their masculinity is a disease that must be purged, or at least hidden and suppressed. They have been taught that masculinity itself is a sin. They have been taught this by the feminists, led by angry, bitter, jealous, physically grotesque (by their own choice) lesbians who have anointed themselves the pinnacle of humanity.

I’m sick of these nasty old hags, and I am sick of them daring to speak for me, or claiming to represent me. I am not a lesbian. I don’t hate men. I love them. A lot. (Calm yourselves, people. I am speaking corporately.) I appreciate masculine beauty – without having any desire whatsoever to be physically masculine myself. Why do you think that I decided to wear pink peep-toe heels in that picture of me with my *pink* AR-15? Because I clearly see the intrinsic disorder and dangerous tension inherent in a woman being forced to manifest masculine strength, and insist upon keeping myself tethered to the reality of my femaleness. In short, I know this is all messed up, but I’m not surrendering to the disorder. Yeah, I can throw down and kick @$$ if FORCED TO DO SO, but you lesbian feminist ogresses will take my femininity over my COLD DEAD BODY. In the words of Eowyn just before she slaughtered the Witch-king of Angmar on the Pelennor Fields,

“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you if you touch him.”

I appreciate masculine leadership qualities, intellect and social customs – on the extremely rare occasions that I see them anymore. Men should rise when a woman enters a room or joins a group. Men should remove their hats when greeting a woman. Men should open and hold doors for women. A man should never, ever watch a woman carrying something heavy by herself. OFFER to help. If your offer is declined, you are released, but you are obliged to offer because you are at least twice as strong as we are – and those of us who are psychologically normal have NO DESIRE to be as physically strong as you are because that would require physical grotesquery. WE THE NORMAL don’t want to be grotesque – we want to be modestly beautiful, and we want to be beautiful FOR YOU, you morons.

And no, six dollar high-and-tight haircuts, fades, buzzcuts or officer’s cuts are NOT beautiful on females. They are creepy and tranny and wrong. And that goes double for nuns. You want a low-maintenance hair management system, Sister? It’s called a VEIL. It’s the perpetual bridal garment of those women espoused to Christ. Put it on so you stop scaring and confusing young children with your transvestitism, and generally weirding the rest of us out. We don’t think you’re cool.  We just think you’re creepy and pitiable.

And get. off. the. altar.
The priesthood is the exclusive domain of men. Only a man can call down and hold Our Lord in his hands as He becomes totally vulnerable to humanity in the ultimate act of Love. Get in the nave, where you belong, on your knees in adoration and thanksgiving, and quit RUINING EVERYTHING for everyone else. YOU aren’t the center of the universe. Jesus Christ, God Made MAN, is the center of the universe, so back off, sit down and shut up.

And now to the issue of submission, or subjugation. Should wives be subject to their husbands, as St. Paul exhorts? You’re damn right they should. All day, every day. The fact that this question even has to be asked is, by itself, evidence of how far gone our culture is. I truly believe that most people in Western Civilization go through their entire lives without ever actually experiencing love. They experience lust, and they experience various forms of attachment, but most people never actually love. To love IS TO SUBMIT. To love is to make oneself SUBJECT TO ANOTHER. To love is to freely choose to put another above yourself, to literally live for another. Within the context of marriage this dynamic of total self-gift obviously meant to flow in BOTH DIRECTIONS (as the love between God the Father and God the Son, and between Christ and the Church) and is equally expected of men vis-a-vis their wives.

The reason St. Paul went out of his way to specifically admonish wives to remember to submit to their husbands is because women have the greater tendency to slip into self-absorbed nagging shrewishness and take for granted the fruits of their husbands’ labors because those labors are usually done away from the home, and are thus invisible to the wife. A man married to a woman on a reality show about shrewish, materialistic wives (Real Housewives of Beverly Hills) just committed suicide because he was run into massive debt by his wife’s ostentatious and utterly avaricious lifestyle demands, and was also having his character assassinated on national television BY HIS WIFE. This woman didn’t love her husband or submit herself to him, she rode him, never sparing the whip, until she literally killed him. This is the opposite of love. This is evil.  It isn’t a victory for the so-called liberation of womankind. It is a scathing indictment of our demonically perverted feminist culture.

I just finished a book of private revelation from the mid-18th century titled “The Life of Saint Joseph as Manifested by Our Lord, Jesus Christ to Maria Cecilia Baij, O.S.B.”  Poor St. Joseph tends to be somewhat overlooked, but this fine book details his exemplary life. It is also completely romantic in the most perfect and pure sense of the word. St. Joseph loved the Blessed Virgin Mary. He really, really loved her. And she loved him. They were mutually submissive in perfect love to one another, but the Blessed Virgin, as the wife, was the more submissive, and St. Joseph, as the husband, fulfilled his role as the guardian, provider and caretaker of both Mary and Jesus. For example, when Joseph and Mary were deciding together their movements during Our Lady’s pregnancy, Mary would always know exactly what God’s perfect will for her and Joseph was because she was receiving interior locutions from Jesus Himself who was in her womb. Joseph would always first ask Mary what she perceived God’s will for them to be, but Mary would ALWAYS turn it around and defer to Joseph, asking him what he had perceived in his prayer, and then joyfully confirmed his words. Even though Mary knew exactly what God’s will was, she always submitted to Joseph in this way, thus bolstering, supporting and underpinning her husband’s masculinity and proper role as head of their household and decision-maker. See how that works? It’s called LOVE.

Jesus did the same thing in relation to His parents. From the moment of His conception, He was in possession of full reason, though voluntarily limited by the physical development and state of His body. Jesus knew He was God, and Mary and Joseph both knew that Jesus was God, but He still submitted Himself to them as their Child because He loved them. Jesus subjugated Himself fully to all of humanity on the Cross, because He loves us perfectly. Perfect love is indeed the submission of the lover to the beloved. People used to understand this. People used to actually love. That is, until the feminists arrived on the scene and demanded everyone be as loveless, bitter and miserable as they were.

Look, you depraved bats. You have now destroyed the lives of fully three generations of people in Western Civilization. You have all but destroyed the institution of marriage and the family. You have murdered upwards of one billion babies in the name of your satanic cult, and you have almost – but not quite – destroyed the Church. And you know what? When you look in the mirror, it isn’t a damn bit better, is it? Not only are you not any happier, you’re actually even more miserable, aren’t you? It’s never going to get any better for you, because you will ALWAYS be a woman, because that is what you are. You will never, ever be a man, and you will never, ever be able to do the things that are exclusive to men. All you can do is present a perverted, grotesque, mutilated, piss-poor counterfeit.

I like being a female. I thank God that he made me a girl. I like that I don’t have hair growing out of my face (much). I like that the circumference of my wrist is 5 5/8ths inches and that the most that I have ever been able to bench press in my life is 135 pounds. I like wearing skirts and dresses and feminine shoes and hats and makeup. Furthermore, I wish that I had someone to submit myself to, to ask and consult and rely upon for provision and decision-making. I realize that the fact that I do NOT have a husband is not an asset to me, but rather a profound poverty and deficiency. I can accept this state in life. What I cannot accept is some 65 year old self-absorbed androgyne in a bad polyester pantsuit and hideous sandals who fancies herself my psychological better wringing every last shred of feminine consolation out of my life, and destroying my culture, my country and the Church. I resent having to act like a man because you have castrated all of the men, who now keep their shriveled balls in a jar atop their television sets. We have had enough of you and of your cultural poison. Repent and retire, or may you rot in the deep cinders for what you have done.  With THIS playing on a continuous, eternal loop….

Latest Ann Interview

With old friend of the blog Warren Pollock.  We talked about the three new modes of attack being aggressively pushed by the oligarchy and their toadies:  Accusations of insanity or psychiatric unfitness, DNA collection, and Facebook/social media dossier building.  Interesting stuff.


Mussels in Butter-Wine Sauce, aka "Hey, Gimme that Loaf of Bread"

1.  I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies, nor ’bout no mollusks.  Ain’t no mollusks up in where I be from.  I jus’ eats ’em in restaurants an’ whatnot.  Way I sees it, all a cracka’ need to be doin’ is meltin’ up a mess of butter wit’ a big jug of dat whitey-white wine, boil ‘dem mollusks all up in dat until they be all opening dey mollusk mouths an’ whatnot, then eat dem freaks, sopping’ all dat butter and cracker-wine up wit’ a big ol’ loafa bread.

Dat be “stylistic bad grammar”.  We be commin’ back at dat fo’ shizzle momentarily.  Knowaimsayin?

(It took me three hours to type that with autocorrect on.  True story.)

2.  The follow-up post to the big Contraception essay was one of my all-time favorites.  I’m with Shakespeare: brevity is indeed the soul of wit.  And also the other thing about killing all the lawyers.  Just because it still makes me laugh here it is:


You have stated that you are 35 years old and, from what I can tell, have no children. Just wondering what method of birth control is preferred by hypocrites like you.



Dear D,



3.  It is reported today that J.P. Morgan Chase is demanding that its employees fill out surveys answering whether or not they are “allies of the LGBT community”.  Hey, remember when people were dumb enough to actually believe that all the sodomites wanted was to be “left alone”?  Yeah.  Just like satan.  All satan wants is to just go down to hell and be left alone.  Satan has no interest in dragging anyone to hell with him.  Nooooooo.

This ends with people being arrested, declared mentally ill, shipped to “psychiatric hospitals” and executed for refusing to publicly embrace sodomy.  They will. not. stop.

4.  So I cleaned a rental property the other day in Riverville that had been occupied by Eddie Haskell for the past four months.  “Well, hello Mrs. Cleaver.  What a lovely sweater you’re wearing today.”  Uh-huh.  Thanks, Eddie.  Well, Eddie TRASHED the joint.  If I ever see Eddie again, you better trust Eddie is getting his *** chewed, rehearsed manners notwithstanding.  I scraped Eddie’s chewing gum – piece after piece of chewing gum, up off the floor with a putty knife, where he would just spit it out – including between the bed and the wall.  Dirty dishes were left filled with desiccated food to rot, which Eddie then used as an ashtray.  And when the dirty dishes ran out, he just started using the steps as an ashtray.  I’ll not describe the toilet.  But I will share this: after soaking the bowl for an hour with plutonium-239, I picked up the brush out of one of those brush holder cylinder thingies.  And a piece of poo dropped from the brush onto my foot.  EW!!!!

Shake it off, soldier.  Man up.  Quit yer’ b****in’ and complete the mission.  And you know I did.  But still.  Ew.  Oh, and by the way, trashing a rental property is a highly reliable sign of sociopathy.  Eddie Haskell has no shame, and the absence of shame for one’s behavior is basically what sociopathy (and its more severe sibling, psychopathy) are.  If Eddie Haskell had shame he would have never left the property in that sickening state for some poor, random, unfortunate ex-commodity broker counter-revolutionary Xanthippe to clean up.  #REDFLAG

5.  So Valerie Jarrett, the black-hearted Iranian communist psychopath who is actually running the White House, tweeted this the other day in response to a picture of a picture frame with her picture in it that has little figurines of people bowing and worshiping in front of it:

Don’t worry friends, it was a gag gift. Us strong women don’t need worship — just an economy for the 21st century. #WomenSucceed

Yep.  She really is that stupid.  She used “Us” as a subject pronoun.  This isn’t stylistic bad grammar as in item #1 above.  Nope.  You have allowed not just a conscienceless psychopathic Iranian communist fishwife and her gang of barely-mammalian hangers-on to overthrow your republic, but a conscienceless psychopathic Iranian communist fishwife who is also *teetering on the precipice of mental retardation* to overthrow your country.  And you know what’s REALLY scary?  Jarrett is, BY FAR, the brains in the Obama circle.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: These people have had the wild success they have had for one reason and one reason only.  They are bold.  They aren’t afraid.  They are pro-active.  Just like their father, satan.  Compare that to “us”, who are timid, cowering, terrified of everyone and everything except God Almighty, and either convinced that “moderation” and “prevent defense” is the only way to go OR completely flaccid and supine.  At least Hitler had a passing familiarity with the German language.  What possible excuse will we have?  None.  Absolutely none.

6.  For your “the cover is better than the original” file, here is The Bangles’ 1987 cover of S&G’s “Hazy Shade of Winter”.  I have been revisiting the Bangles oeuvre of late, and I gotta say that those chicks really rocked.  They weren’t a mere gimmick band.