Monthly Archives: May 2018

A Correction Regarding An Inconsistency

It was pointed out to me, quite rightly, that I was being inconsistent regarding the faux-marriage of Prince Harry and Mrs. Trevor Engelson two weeks ago.  I was reminded that Melania Knauss (Trump) is also scandalously carrying on publicly with a man who is almost certainly NOT her husband.  (Yes, the “marriage” to Ivana was almost certainly null because Ivana was already married, BUT, don’t forget Marla Maples.)  And this after I, admittedly, complimented Melania’s sartorial and millinerial savoir faire. Gorgeous outfits count for nothing before the Judgment Seat of Christ.  In fact, I do believe that we appear before Him “naked” in every sense.

We had a Mass said a while back for Melania, and the whole family, that a good priest be sent Melania’s way to help her correct her situation so that she may practice the Catholic faith fully and publicly in a state of grace, and for the conversion of Jared Kushner (a Jew) and Ivanka (who formally apostatized in order to marry Kushner), and of course, all of the children.

I also saw today that Melania’s mother is in very bad health, and Melania is at her side – hence Melania’s absence from the public eye since the kidney stone operation a few weeks ago.  So do remember Mrs. Amalija Knauss in your “Trump” prayer intention bundle every day, as well.

The Atom of Jesus-Host

I am just a speck of dust,
But I want to make my dwelling
In the shadow of the sanctuary
With the Prisoner of Love.
Ah! my soul longs for the Host,
I love Him and want nothing more.
It is the hidden God who attracts me.
I am the atom of Jesus….

I want to stay not knowing,
In forgetfulness of all created things,
And by my silence console
The Host of the sacred ciborium.
Oh! I would like to save souls,
And make elect from sinners.
Give the flames of an apostle
To your atom, sweet Jesus!….

If I am despised by the world,
If it considers me as nothing,
A divine peace floods me.
For I have the Host as my support.
When I draw near the ciborium,
All my sighs are heard…
To be nothing is my glory.
I am the atom of Jesus….

Sometimes when Heaven is overcast
And this atom cannot take flight,
It loves to hide in the shadow
And attach itself to the golden door.
The the Divine light,
Which makes all the elect rejoice,
Comes to earth to warm up
This poor atom of Jesus…

Under the warm rays of grace,
The atom sparkles.
When the light breeze passes by,
It gently sways…
Oh! what ineffable delight!
What favors has it not received?…
Right next to the Host slips
The poor atom of Jesus….

Pining away near the Host
In the tabernacle of love,
Thus my life will be spent
While waiting for the last day.
When our trials will be over,
Flying to the dwelling of the elect,
The atom of the Eucharist
Will shine near her Jesus!…

-St. Therese of Lisieux
English translation by Donald Kinney, OCD

Perforated Eardrums, Volcanoes and Damn Dirty Apes

A.  I awoke Sunday morning with a tell-tale tickling sting in my throat, and immediately began countermeasures.  Then, on Monday night, something very odd happened.  The tickling sting migrated into my left ear.  I took a shower at 21:00, and began to feel pressure in my left Eustachian tube as goo moved into my ear. Unpleasant, but nothing out of the ordinary.  I prayed that my immune system and white blood cells be strengthened to aggressively knock down whatever this bug du jour was.  At 23:30 I awoke with significant hot, painful pressure in my left ear.  Great – an ear infection.  Memories of childhood.  Then at 23:45, something happened that has never happened to me before in all my years of childhood ear infections, allergies and sinus infections.  In two quite painful distinct events, about five minutes apart, my tympanic membrane perforated, and several milliliters of bloody, watery pus spilled out of my ear.  And then – total relief.  The only after-effect is a reduction in my high-frequency hearing in my left ear, which the internet says will take approximately six weeks to fully heal.  The actual moment of the perforation was painful, but pain puts hair on your chest, and I’ll take twenty seconds of pain over a sinus infection that drags out for weeks.  I find this to be absolutely fascinating, and admittedly, kinda cool.  Was this an answer to my prayer?  If so, I would like to publicly thank God for my perforated eardrum.  (And yes, it did occur to me that it COULD have been a leaking of cerebrospinal fluid, but the internet again assured me that this was a classic middle-ear infection event.  Albeit, the FASTEST middle ear infection event I’ve ever heard of.  Start-to-finish, call it 8 hours.  I’ll take it!

B.  I have been watching with keen interest the Hawaii volcano activity.  Long story short, the southeast side of the Island of Hawaii, dominated by the Kilauea volcano, has been steadily cracking open and spewing magma tens and sometimes hundreds of feet into the air, with the resulting rivers of lava consuming residential areas, and threatening a geothermal plant.  The size and duration of this activity is remarkable.  In reading around, I discovered that the Kilauea volcano, and really the entire Hawaiian Archipelago, is a series of mountain peaks JUST BARELY jutting out of the Pacific relative to their underwater size.  It would be as if Mt. Everest were submerged in the ocean, and only the top 4000 feet were above water.  Except the Hawaiian mountains are TALLER than Mt. Everest, being over 30,000 feet from peak to base underwater.  So, the fear is that, like Mt. St. Helen’s in ARSH 1980, the entire side of the Kilauea mountain, including the portion completely underwater, but still very much a mountain, could let go and collapse.  Estimates put the volume of such a landslide at nearly 1000 CUBIC KILOMETERS. That’s 240 cubic miles.  CUBIC.  Such a landslide would produce a tsunami with a 1000 foot surge in Hawaii, and would be over 100 feet by landfall on the west coast of North America.  Now, there is nothing anyone can do about any of this, but I find it interesting, and worth a mention.

C.  Thank goodness that the Tommy Robinson story in the U.K. has been picked up.  My contempt for the U.K. and her people is increasing parabolically. First Alfie, then Tommy Robinson, sentenced to de facto death in a shadow kangaroo trial for merely trying to protect the Brits from having their own daughters and sisters put into white sex slavery by musloids.  And then, top it off with this: apparently there was some sort of damn soccer game over the weekend, and the U.K. team (Liverpool – where Alfie was executed by the NHS) lost to same other damn team from some post-Christian cesspit.  Anyway, THIS – the losing of a soccer game – has the men of the U.K. weeping openly in the streets.  What a bunch of effeminate trash.  To any of my readers in the U.K. and Ireland, my serious advice to you is to shake the dust from your sandals and get the hell out of there.  That is no place for decent, civilized human beings.

I am reminded of a very wise quote that I added the last bit to:

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss current events; small minds discuss other people; the smallest minds discuss sports.

To wit:

D.  Speaking of Ireland, if you are in any way surprised by the vote to legalize child murder in Ireland, you have clearly never been around modern Irish people.  They are a stunningly low, foul-mouthed (the f-word is a verbal tick for them), intellectually incurious, undisciplined, crude people.  And the Church in Ireland is corrupt on par with South America.  In fact, it’s probably worse.  The only thing about the Irish abortion referendum is that 13% of the 20-30 year old voting block voted against the repeal.  I’m shocked there were that many.

E.  The Roseanne Barr quote about Valerie Jarrett?  It’s almost enough to make me a Roseanne fan.  Almost. Also, it’s funny because it’s true. #Zira

UPDATE: Roseanne’s show has been canceled.  I shall try not to sink beneath my own grief. #RootingForCasualties

A Personal Note of Thanks to don Fili on His Feast

Thank you for everything, don Fili. You are my “Pippo Bono”. Please continue to pray for me, and for all of my benefactors and supporters.

St. Philip Neri, Third Apostle of Rome, ARSH 1515 – 1595

In this life there is no purgatory; it is either hell or paradise; for to him who serves God truly, every trouble and infirmity turns into consolations, and through all kinds of trouble he has a paradise within himself even in this world: and he who does not serve God truly, and gives himself up to sensuality, has one hell in this world, and another in the next.
-St. Philip Neri

Barnhardt Podcast #051: SuperMommy’s Shotgun Snack-pack Edition

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In this episode we update the saga of Tiny Princess with our first guest on the podcast: SuperMommy! We also discuss the new EU General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) which went into effect today and that, in theory, could make Bitcoin illegal under EU law. And who remembers that Netflix used to send physical DVDs by mail? All of this plus several geeky references and quasi-random tangents betraying SuperNerd’s somewhat sleep-deprived state and we have our longest “snack pack” yet!

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Starting Wednesday in Ember Week of Pentecost Right: Cutting a Trail and Leaving Breadcrumbs 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.

Okay. Where are we going? We’re not the brain trust of your creation, and we’re not canon lawyers or anything like that, but we know Your voice, and we know a wolf when we see it, and we’re with You.

If you don’t have DivinumOfficium bookmarked, you should.

As any military man of a certain sufficiently advanced age and constitution will tell you, one of the true hallmarks of a leader is to always be ready to provide not just an assessment of the battle space, but also A PATH FORWARD. This same thing should go for all of us in civilian life.  NEVER bring a complaint about a problem unless you have a solution to and path forward in order to solve or eliminate said problem.

Jesus Christ, God Himself Incarnate, is the King of Kings, the Tactician par Excellence.  And we, the Church Militant, KNOW that the victory is His.  No other army has this assurance. So, we KNOW, given this, that He will always provide for us a clear path forward unto total victory – if we will just follow Him.  And THAT – not any “competence” or seeming dominance of the enemy, including earthy numerical dominance, is all that matters. He has and will always make a passage for us, as long as we are not too blind to see it.

Pray for Pope Benedict XVI, the worst pope ever, that his sovereignty might soon again be recognized, and that he repent of his sins born from profound, substantial error.

And to any who might say, “I don’t want him back!  He’s a coward and a quitter!”

My dear, the ontological reality of Pope Benedict’s occupying the Petrine See has exactly JACK to do with what you WANT.  He is Peter.  Weak, cowardly, an abandoner, totally messed up in terms of ecclesiology. (Sound familiar? Read the Passion narratives or Galatians 2 lately?)  You don’t want him back?  Ok.  Bishop Williamson awaits your fealty.

Ps 67:8-9
O God, when You went forth at the head of Your people, making a passage for them, dwelling in their midst, alleluia: the earth quaked; it rained from heaven, alleluia, alleluia.
Ps 67:2
God arises; His enemies are scattered, and those who hate Him flee before Him.
V. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.
R. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
O God, when You went forth at the head of Your people, making a passage for them, dwelling in their midst, alleluia: the earth quaked; it rained from heaven, alleluia, alleluia.

Official Response of “Faithful, Orthodox” Prelates to Latest Blasphemy of Sodomite Antipope and Probable False-Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist

“God made you this way.”


Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence

Starting Tuesday in the Octave of Pentecost Off Right: Voice of Strangers 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.

Wear white, say “baaa” every once in a while, and they’ll not only jump into your mouth, they’ll demand that all of the others do too – because “it’s what the Good Shepherd wants us to do….”

Gospel of Tuesday in the Octave of Pentecost:

At that time, Jesus said to the Pharisees, Amen, amen, I say to you, he who enters not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbs up another way, is a thief and a robber. But he who enters by the door is shepherd of the sheep. To this man the gatekeeper opens, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them forth. And when he has let out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him because they know his voice. But a stranger they will not follow, but will flee from him, because they do not know the voice of strangers. This parable Jesus spike to them, but they did not understand what He was saying to them. Again, therefore, Jesus said to them, Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All whoever have come are thieves and robbers; but the sheep have not heard them. I am the door. If anyone enter by Me he shall be safe, and shall go in and out, and shall find pastures. The thief comes only to steal, and slay, and destroy. I came that they may have life, and have it more abundantly.

John 10: 1-10

Tiny Princess Pic and Targeted Prayer Request for Her Parents – SLEEP

Yes, that’s a Rosary Mr. Bear is holding….

Alas, Mr. Bear, while pious and soft, cannot take a shift staying up and watching over Tiny Princess, who needs constant monitoring for both respiration and seizures.  Only SuperNerd and SuperMommy can do that.  As a result, both SuperNerd and SuperMommy are seriously lacking in what almost all of us take for granted – regular, deep sleep every night.  To go without deep sleep for extended periods of time results in a cumulative overall reduction in health, loss of wakeful sharpness, and also a reduction in immune system vigor. Both of our friends are struggling with low-grade ear-nose-throat ailments that are proving tough to shake, almost certainly due to fatigue.

If you would, in your charity, offer targeted prayers for both SuperNerd and SuperMommy to both be able, somehow, to get more sleep in an absolute sense, and that whatever sleep they do get be HIGH QUALITY sleep that yields maximum refreshment and benefit.

St. Joseph is the go-to saint for this situation, having been given earthly custody of not just a living saint (as Tiny Princess is), but of God Incarnate Himself.  St. Joseph pulled an all-nighter or two watching over the Infant Jesus while the Blessed Virgin rested, to be sure.

St. Joseph, pray for us!

God the Holy Ghost, have mercy on us!

Gut Check Time: It Isn’t A Wedding Because She Is Already Married To Someone Else

This whole Prince Harry – Rachel Engelson scandal today is going to cause a LOT of masks to fall.

So here we all are, living through this nightmare of the infiltration of the Church, and the open replacing of the institutional Church with the ascendant Antichurch, with the tip of the spear in all of it being MARRIAGE, specifically the indissolubility of Marriage.

“Meghan Markle” is actually Mrs. Trevor Engelson.

Prince Harry is going to ape the Sacrament of Marriage today – a grave mortal sin – by publicly pretending to marry another man’s wife – in view of the entire planet, a circumstance which certainly aggravates that already-infinite offense against God, His Church, and all of humanity.  This will happen just yards from the grave of Henry VIII, and apparently Mrs. Engelson will be walked down the aisle by Prince Charles, who is also scandalously involved in a faux-marriage to his longtime concubine, Mrs. Andrew Parker-Bowles.  The only thing that could have made this charade more deplorable is if Mrs. Engelson’s husband himself had given his own wife away.  I’ll venture a prediction: within a decade, it will become the new “woke” thing for civilly divorced husbands to “give away” their own wives at sham “second weddings”. It’s so perverse, that you know it’s inevitable.

I would encourage one and all to watch the Catholic blogosphere VERY closely, and see just how many people refer to this scandal as a “marriage” and a “wedding”.  Watch and see just how many Catholic writers and websites wish Prince Harry and Mrs. Engelson “a long and happy marriage” – when the truth is that in order to not die in mortal sin, they must both repent of this wicked attempt at legitimizing concubinage, and acknowledge the invalidity of their scandalous sham “marriage” before they die.  As in, they would have to separate. By going through with this terrible sin, they are only making it more difficult on themselves to extract themselves from it. 

It is gutcheck time, folks.  Do we REALLY believe?  Or are we willing to roll our eyes and shrug our shoulders when pretty, rich people commit sins?  It’s okay, as long as her dress is beautiful, and he looks dashing.  Come on, the entire planet near-unanimously agrees that this is a wedding, and that they are married.  Grow up and deal with it…. 

Has a familiar ring to it, doesn’t it?

If you actually believe in Our Lord’s crystal clear words in the Gospels, if you actually hold the Catholic Faith whole and entire, I would encourage you to NOT fall into the trap of this non-wedding.  When you see it referred to as anything except what it is, an aping of the Sacrament of Marriage and a terrible sin from top to bottom, call it out.  Leave comments in comboxes, when possible. And make careful note of whom betrays God and His Church by referring to it as a “wedding”, or to Harry and Engelson as a “married couple”.

Finally, in charity, pray for these people.  Their souls are in such peril, and they are so far removed from the One True Church, totally surrounded by enemies of their eternal souls (including the Queen herself, who despite claims of being a “devout Christian”, has enthusiastically signed off on this, as she did Prince Charles’ sham marriage to his married concubine), and they are and will be under massive institutional pressure to NEVER repent and enter into Christ’s Church.

Mr. and Mrs. Trevor Engelson at their wedding reception in Jamaica.