When you preface a story by saying, “This is so spectacularly stupid, there is no way I could have ever made this up….”, you know the story is going to be mildly amusing at the absolute minimum.  Such is this.

So I receive an email from a guy that said, at tremendous length, that I am a Sedevacantist. I don’t reply to many emails, but I did briefly reply to this one.  I replied, of course, that since Pope Benedict XVI Ratzinger is very much alive, and still the one and only living Pope due to his invalid attempt to partially resign only the “active munus” of the papacy, while continuing on as the “contemplative memeber” of the new “synodal, collegial” papacy, to accuse me of sedevacantism is flatly mendacious. The entire point is that the See was never vacant after Ratzinger’s substantially erroneous maneuver per Canon 188, and thus the conclave of March ARSH 2013 was invalid, and Bergoglio is an Antipope.

Now here comes the crazy, folks.  The guy replied that I am, in fact, a sedevacantist because, and I promise I’m not making this up:

Pope Benedict XVI will die at some point in the future (true), and when he does, at that time the See will be vacant (true), and thus I will be a Sedevacantist at that time (true, because the Pope will be, er, DEAD, and thus the See will be vacant, which I am told is kinda the key concept conveyed by the term sedevacante), in the future (yes…), until a conclave is called and another Pope elected (yeppers), and thus I am a sedevacantist… wait for it… NOW.

Again, NOT. MAKING. THIS. UP.

Just sit in stillness and think about that for a minute until the full craziness of it sinks in.

Brings new meaning to your High School graduating class’ motto: THE FUTURE IS NOW!, doesn’t it?

Uh, so… yeah.  This is the level and quality of argument on the other side.  One can and should read into this, and use it as not a piece of primary evidence, but certainly as a supporting piece of evidence.

Now, mind you, most people on the “Francers is totes the Pope! And besides, the Papacy doesn’t really matter, never really did, and it’s just a label anyway…” side in Traddyland deftly deploy the classic rhetorical defense of, “SHUT UP, FREAK!”, and refuse to engage the dataset.  Hence all of those comment deletions you folks keep emailing me about. That in and of itself is so, so telling.  Quashing argument in situations such as: “9/11 was done by shape-shifting time-traveling lizard-Joooz with holograms and tractor beams!”, is completely appropriate. The appropriate response to delusional, schizophrenic crap like that is dismissal and quashing, because the premise is completely, totally irrational (and also a synthesis of every Star Trek: The Next Generation plot device known to man.)

We all know darn well that what is now sometimes referred to as “The Barnhardt Thesis” with regards to the Bergoglian antipapacy is completely logical and backed up by objective evidence, namely the public words and deeds of Ratzinger himself, and Canon Law. Nevermind the enormous circumstantial and subjective evidence set, which just keeps growing every day.

I wanted to bring this to your attention just to demonstrate how incredibly weak the counter-arguments, if you can even call them that, are. Now, with this new truly pathetic tack, I think we can say that the other side is jumping the shark.  Also note in the completely bizarre argument the emailer made above, Sedevacantism is being wielded, as I have been warning about, as a purely political football, when in fact, it is an objective binary state.  Either the See is occupied, or the See is vacant. The politicizing of the state of sedevacantism over the past decades is a masterstroke of satan, and it is precisely because so many Trad Catholics are completely terrified of being called “sedevacantist”, no matter how spectacularly stupid and irrational the argument (see above), that so many are cowering in fear.  This fear is a pure function of EFFEMINACY.

So these people are now hurling the term “sedevacantist” the way the little Social Justice Warrior Snowflakes are hurling the word “HATER!”

Alas, that crap doesn’t work on me.  I just take stuff like this and turn it into a teaching moment, and hopefully a source of edification.

On a related note, I saw Frank Walker over at Canon212.com, braving the hurricane on the East Coast of Florida, linked yesterday to a little poll being done on a small Trad Catholic blog called SaintLouisCatholic.   It is a poll asking, “Which best describes your opinion about the current Pope?”

The choices are:
A.) Duh. Francis is Pope.
B.) Um, Benedict is Pope.
C.) Some other person is Pope.
D.) No one is Pope.

Folks, it is nearly 2:1 for Benedict as I write this. It is 28% Bergoglio, 51% Ratzinger, and 19% sedevacante.  My linking to it will skew it, but I wanted to draw this to your attention not because truth is a democracy, but just to reiterate that despite all of the censoring going on on OnePeterFive, RemnantNewspaper and elsewhere, the truth is that there are A LOT of people who are figuring out or have figured out that Bergoglio is an Antipope and that Pope Benedict XVI is still the one and only living pope.

YOU AREN’T ALONE.
YOU AREN’T CRAZY.
YOU AREN’T A BAD PERSON, A BAD CATHOLIC, A HERETIC, OR A SCHISMATIC.

Don’t fall for gaslighting.

Mary, Undoer of Knots, pray for us.

Christ, have mercy on us.

I keep physical mementoes of the worst events of my life and, as needed, look at them.  Modern “psychology” would claim that this is some sort of sadistic ritual, but modern “psychology” is pretty much satanic – so, make sure you factor that into the calculus.  No, I look at reminders of horror, tragedy and human evil just to make sure that it still elicits pain, because the day that it doesn’t, I will know that I am either becoming or already have become a monster too.

This is why it is important on the 11th of September to look at videos like these, and make sure that the pain and anger remains evergreen.  It wasn’t a movie.  It was real, and those are real people jumping, because in the span of a few minutes on a beautiful late-summer morning, they were forced to make the decision as to whether it was better to fall a quarter of a mile to their death or to burn alive.  Around 200 chose to jump.

Something like this, and far worse, will happen again.  You might be caught up in it. If you aren’t in The Church, get in.  If you are in, stay confessed. Mentally prepare to die, and to die in horrible circumstances, and pray the Fourth Glorious Mystery of the Rosary every day, the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin, the fruit of which is a happy, holy death, which CAN be had in even the worst circumstances IF one is prepared.

“Mary, in the first hour of her life, brought more glory to God than all the Saints of the Old Testament.  In her were made perfect the obedience of Abraham, the chastity of Joseph, the patience of Job, the meekness of Moses, the prudence of Joshua.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Benefactor Mass Now Added for THURSDAYS!

I mentioned this on the last Podcast, but forgot to post it in writing.  Another priest is on board for Thursdays, and thus we are now up to Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays for Masses offered for my Benefactors and Supporters.  Including the ones who have decided that they hate me.  Once you’re on the list, you’re on the list forever!

Adding to the “cool factor”, our Thursday priest is a Naval Chaplain, and thus very often the Thursday Benefactor Mass will be offered AT SEA.  Always in the Venerable and August Gregorian Rite, of course.

Undying thanks to one and all.  Be assured of my prayers at the Foot of the Cross every day. If I am a failure as a person, and my life has been nothing but a series of terrible sins, mistakes, errors, and missed opportunities, at least I know that there is no way that all of these Masses, offered for all of you and the eternal salvation of your souls, could be anything other than an amazing, good, wonderful and worthwhile thing.  It is a consolation to me just knowing with complete certainty that at least one unquantifiably good thing is attached to my life on this earth.

Fast and pray!

First, it was brought to my attention today, and I immediately checked with a dear friend of the blog who is mother-tongue fluent in Spanish and English, that the English translation of Antipope Bergoglio’s faggot ghostwriter, Archbishop Manuel Victor “Tucho” Fernánez, seems to be, shall we say, “sanitized”.  And from literally the very first sentence in the vile tome.  Observe:

Te aclaro que esto libro no este escrito tanto desde mi propria experiencia, sino desde la vida de la gente que besa. (emphasis added)

This is translated as:

I want to clarify that this book was not written based on my own experience, but based on the lives of people who kiss.

This is WRONG.  See the form “no…tanto…sino”? That is omitted in the translation so that Fernández seems to be completely excluding his “own experience”. “Not written based on my own experience.”  

This is flatly incorrect.  What the “no tanto sino” form means in English is “not so much from my own experience.”

So, the correct translation of the first sentence in Fernández’ porno ode to oral activities is:

“I want to clarify that this book is not written so much from my own experience, but from the life of people who kiss.”

That’s a different kettle of fish, folks.  So, this explains why there are passages in the execrable sacriligious faggot Fernández’ book that kinda seem to imply a female participant, but the rest is a thinly veiled ode to oral-genital and oral-anal sodomy, something which I think it is safe to assume that Tucho is well-versed in and enthusiastic about.

Rorate Caeli has posted a helpful side-by-side comparison of “Heal Me With Your Mouth” and Amoris Laetitia, showing that the ghostwriter of Amoris Laetitia (which translates from Latin to English as “The Exuberance of Sodomy”, remember), Fernández, clearly lifted passages from his earlier work, Sodomize Me With Your Yapper, or whatever the hell it is called, into Amoris Laetitia.

Uh huh.  You all realize that Antipope Bergoglio and all of the rest of these demon faggots, and the entire host of hell, sit around and LAUGH THEIR ASSES OFF at the fact that Fernández’ homoerotica is now being called a part of the MAGISTERIUM OF THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, yes?  As in, being referred to and defended as divinely protected by the Third Person of the Triune Godhead, and unable to be questioned or erased, ever. And faithful Catholics gullibly play along with this.

Except Bergoglio is an Antipope, and so all of this crap is nullified.  The question is whether ANYONE is man enough to call a press conference and say it.  Cardinal Burke?  Pope Ratzinger?

ONE. PRESS. CONFERENCE.

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The second mistranslation is from a few months ago.  When Cardinal Muller was fired from his post at the Congregation for the Doctrine of Faith, Vatican journalist Marco Tossati related a story about the early days of the Bergoglian Antipapacy in the summer of ARSH 2013.  Here is the anecdote in full:

The first step of Müller’s Calvary was a disconcerting episode in the middle of 2013. The cardinal was celebrating Mass in the church attached to the congregation palace, for a group of German students and scholars. His secretary joined him at the altar: “The pope wants to speak to you.” “Did you tell him I am celebrating Mass?” asked Müller. “Yes,” said the secretary, “but he says he does not mind—he wants to talk to you all the same.” The cardinal went to the sacristy. The pope, in a very bad mood, gave him some orders and a dossier concerning one of his friends, a cardinal. (This is a very delicate matter. I have sought an explanation of this incident from the official channels. Until the explanation comes, if it ever comes, I cannot give further details.) Obviously, Mūller was flabbergasted.

The emphasis there is mine.  That is a mistranslation.  From Italian to English, there isn’t much difference between “he does not mind” and “he does not care”.  Both use the form “non importa”. But think, what makes sense in context?  When we say in English, “I don’t mind”, that means, “hey, that’s okay, no problem, carry on.” That is NOT what happened in the anecdote above.  Antipope Bergoglio rolled into the sacristy of the church attached to the CDF – the same complex where the gay cocaine boy prostitute orgy of recent infamy happened – while Cardinal Muller was in the middle of saying Mass.  Cardinal Muller’s secretary was in the sacristy, and when Antipope Bergoglio rolled in and demanded Muller, Muller’s secretary scampered out, ascended that altar and whispered to Cardinal Muller that Bergoglio was in the sacristy and wanted to talk to him now.  Muller replied by asking, “Did you tell him I am celebrating Mass?” and the secretary replied, “Yes, but he says HE DOES NOT CARE – he wants to talk to you all the same.”

So, what happened in the sacristy is that when Antipope Bergoglio arrived, Cardinal Muller’s secretary told him, “The Cardinal is saying Mass right now”, and the filthy godless wretch and likely False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist replied, in keeping with his diabolical position and hatred of God, His Holy Church, and the Holy and August Sacrifice of The Mass:

I DON’T CARE. I WANT HIM IN HERE NOW.

Yes, Bergoglio, like the petty little bitch-tyrant that he is, called a priest off the altar in the middle of a Mass (which is SPECTACULARLY illegal, illicit and sacriligious), in order to deliver a dossier against one of his enemies to Muller. (Side bet: How much you wanna bet it was either Pell or Burke?)

He didn’t say, “I don’t mind!” (Happy face, thumbs-up, wink!)

He said, “I DON’T CARE.”

Do we see how desperately important translations are?

 

CLICK HERE to read Archbishop Victor Manuel “Tucho” Fernandez’ book, “Heal Me With Your Mouth: The Art of Kissing”.

Remember, this is not a joke, not satire.  This is as serious as pancreatic cancer. The man who wrote all of the filthy wretch Bergoglio’s “documents” is a diabolical faggot who has published, while a priest, a pornographic book of homoerotica.

Remember how I explained to you right off the bat, and had professional Classicists confirm, that the title of the document “Amoris Laetitia”, a Latin title, even though Bergoglio and his toadies despise Latin and want it completely done away with, literally means “the exuberance of sodomy”?  Yeah, “amoris” in classical Latin means “sodomy”.  Remember how I told you that these filthy faggots did that on purpose, and how it’s a huge joke to them, that everyone is running around talking about “the exuberance of sodomy”?  Remember how you thought I was kinda crazy, and reading too much into things, and generally being a whack-a-doodle?

Yeah.

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.

 

“Hope has two beautiful daughters; their names are Anger and Courage. Anger at the way things are, and Courage to see that they do not remain as they are.”
-St. Augustine of Hippo

For a change, how about some incredibly good news?

A priest has agreed to offer a Requiem Mass in the Venerable Rite of Pius V every week “for the repose of the souls of the faithful who died last week, especially those who did not have a Requiem Mass.”

This is huge, folks.  Most people who have died since December of ARSH 1969 have not had a Requiem Mass said for them.  Sadly, if you have been to a Catholic funeral Mass lately, it was probably called a “Mass of the Resurrection” wherein the decedent was “canonized” and declared to be in heaven.  There was probably a “eulogy” instead of a homily, in which the decedent was discussed in only the most glowing terms, and not infrequently do these eulogies descend into stand-up comedy routines.

Because, you know, no one should ever, ever be sad, and certainly no one should ever give the least thought to sin, judgment, Purgatory or hell.  Not in the context of the decedent, and certainly not in the context of the living.

And so, thank God, at least now every person who dies will have a Requiem Mass offered for them within the week after the week of their death.  No, the families won’t be there, and the body won’t be there, but the entire host of heaven will be there.  Every angel, of which there are probably quadrillions, and the entire Communion of Saints.  Think of that.  EVERY SAINT, KNOWN AND UNKNOWN.  Pleading for the souls of the recently deceased in the context of a proper Requiem in the Venerable Gregorian Rite.

Please pray for the good priest who will be undertaking this commitment.  He is no spring chicken, and is very, very grateful for our prayers, and desires them above any earthly compensation.

The day of the week is going to jump around, per the liturgical calendar, and per our good priest’s schedule, so please perhaps add a Hail Mary for this intention to your daily prayers.

Here is the conclusion of the Dies Irae (Day of Wrath) Sequence of the Requiem Mass.  This hymn was written by Thomas of Celano in the 13th century, and became the Sequence in the Mass of All Souls and Requiem Masses in general. This portion is the last stanza of the Dies Irae, the “Lacrimosa” (Tearful/Mournful) from Mozart’s Requiem Mass.  I consider this to be one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever composed.  Note especially how the music changes from intense severity to a hopeful tenderness at the words, “Pie Jesu Domine” (Gentle Lord Jesus).

Dona eis requiem.
Amen.

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.

Li’l Joey Tailor (Giuseppe Sarto) grew up to be Pope St. Pius X, Our Father in God. Today is his feast day.

The greatest obstacle in the apostolate of the Church is the timidity, or rather the cowardice of the faithful.
-Pope St. Pius X Sarto