Monthly Archives: January 2020

UPDATED: Antonio Socci now reporting that an ENRAGED Antipope Bergoglio summoned Gänswein and demanded that Pope Benedict’s name be removed and ++Sarah be thrown under the bus. UPDATE: Ed Pentin proves +Gänswein is lying

This is the post on Socci’s publicly visible Facebook page titled, “The furor of the despot against the Catholic Pope.”

It’s all happening, folks.  Stay confessed.

Long-short, an infuriated Antipope Bergoglio told +Gänswein, who remember, is basically the right-hand man to BOTH Pope Benedict and Antipope Bergoglio, to remove Pope Benedict’s name, and then lie through his teeth and plant the fake news story with the Bergoglio-friendly press that Pope Benedict was bamboozled by Cardinal Sarah, thus attempting to throw ++Sarah under the bus.

None of this disavowal is coming from Pope Benedict. It’s all fake news coming from Antipope Bergoglio through the dirty henchman +Gänswein. As Frank Walker of  and so has brilliantly called it and named it, “The BenedictBot.”  The #FakeNews version of Pope Benedict.  Aka, Archbishop Georg Gänswein.

I’m telling you, Gänswein is dirty, and is up to his eyebrows in this mess. Don’t be fooled by the Bavarian charm and manners. Don’t be fooled by Gänswein doing Trad liturgies during the Summorum Pontificum pilgrimage in Rome. The guy can be trusted about as far as he can be thrown by his aforementioned eyebrows.

I seriously now worry about Pope Benedict’s physical safety more than ever.

Tell me more about how there just COULDN’T be any coercion in play with regards to Pope Benedict’s “fleeing for fear of the wolves?”

Canon law review! Back where we started these 3.5 years ago now…

Can. 188 A resignation made out of grave fear that is inflicted unjustly or out of malice, substantial error, or simony is invalid by the law itself.

It is quite clear that BOTH substantial error and coercion are in play.


Ed Pentin proves that +Ganswein is a damn dirty liar, as I have been saying for quite some time now:

The Register asked both Archbishop Gänswein and Nicolas Diat for comment. Archbishop Gänswein has yet to respond, but on Jan. 15 Diat confirmed to the Register Cardinal Sarah’s summary of events, most notably stressing that the cardinal showed Benedict in person a draft copy of the cover during a private audience.

“Cardinal Sarah sent a confidential letter [to Benedict] on Nov. 19 with the full text. The proofs were complete: introduction, the two texts, and the conclusion,” Diat explained. “Then, on Dec. 3, he showed the draft cover during an audience with Benedict XVI.”

Diat also maintains that as recently as last Thursday, Jan. 9, Archbishop Gänswein spoke with Davide Cantagalli who is working on the Italian edition, and that during their conversation Archbishop Gänswein “gave his support for all the work the Italian editors were doing.” The Register has asked Cantagalli for comment.

Pray for Pope Benedict XVI, the one and only living Pope whether he likes it or not, the Papacy, and Holy Mother Church.

Prayers for a recently deceased monk friend…

In your charity, might I ask prayers for a recently deceased friend who was a monk?

I have already secured a Gregorian for him, and can say with a high degree of certitude that after this Gregorian is completed (I’ll post the dates) that we can all ask him to intercede for us, the Papacy and Holy Mother Church.

What he was mercifully spared knowing in life, he now knows better than any of us….

He entered his community when he was *TWELVE* years old waaaay back in the day, which was obviously many years before the Asteroid (TM).

For now:

The ubiquitous Gänswein constantly playing both sides. Man, that dude is DIRTY.

Again, Emmerich called it:

“I see the Holy Father in great anguish. He lives in a palace other than before and he admits only a limited number of friends near him. I fear that the Holy Father will suffer many more trials before he dies. I see that the false Church of darkness is making progress and I see the dreadful influence it has on the people. The Holy Father and the Church are verily in so great a distress that one must implore God night and day…”

“I have been told to pray much for the Church and the Pope … The people must pray earnestly for the extirpation of the dark church.”

“Last night I was taken to Rome where the Holy Father immersed in his sorrow, is still hiding to elude dangerous demands. He is still very weak, and exhausted by sorrows, cares and prayers. He can now trust but few people. That is mainly why he is hiding. But he still has with him an aged (that’s clearly not Gänswein) priest who has much simplicity and godliness. He is his friend and because of his simplicity they did not think it would be worth removing him. But this man receives many graces from God. He sees and notices a great many things which he faithfully reports to the Holy Father. It was required of me to inform him while he was praying, of the traitors and evil doers who were to be found among the high ranking servants living close to him, so that he might be made aware of it.”

Anne Catherine Emmerich – 10 August ARSH 1820

Pope Benedict AGAIN giving “MY Apostolic Blessing” – the PAPAL blessing. MY. First person singular possessive adjective. MY.

This time to Cardinal Sarah, per ++Sarah’s request.

Seguendo la Sua domanda imparto la mia benedizione apostolica a Lei, ai Suoi collaboratori, e alle persone a Lei care.

Suo nel Signore,

Benedictus XVI

(According to your request, I impart my Apostolic Blessing to you, your staff, and to those you care about.

Yours in the Lord,

Benedict XVI)


“Confirm thy brethren.” More VISIBILITY of Pope Benedict XVI

And the Lord said: Simon, Simon, behold Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:

But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and thou, being once converted, confirm thy brethren.

Ed Pentin’s full piece “Pope Benedict Co-Authors New Book With Cardinal Sarah on the Priesthood” here.

Quoting St. Augustine of Hippo, Benedict and Cardinal Sarah state firmly: “Silere non possum!” (I cannot keep silent). And they call on bishops, priests and laity to cease being “impressed by poor arguments, theatrics, diabolical lies, and fashionable errors that want to devalue priestly celibacy.”

According to a Jan. 13 exclusive by Le Figaro’s Rome correspondent Jean-Marie Guènois, who has seen an advance copy of the book, Benedict draws on Christianity’s Jewish roots, dismisses Martin Luther’s theses in favor of married clergy and shows that priesthood and celibacy are part of the “new covenant” instituted by Christ in which “total oblation is the model.”

“The conjugal state concerns man in his totality, and since the service of the Lord also requires the total gift of man, it does not seem possible to realize the two vocations simultaneously,” Benedict writes, according to Guènois. “Thus, the ability to renounce marriage in order to place oneself totally at the disposal of the Lord is a criterion for the ministry if it is to be carried out simultaneously.”

Consider that Trad Inc. parti$an$ are angry that truth is being taught with regards to priestly celibacy by Pope Benedict.

Just stop and think about that.


As in, they are now so inverted that they are rooting against the truth being proclaimed and the brethren being confirmed by Pope Benedict XVI because it, yet again, smashes their false base premise that “Francis is definitely Pope shut up stupid!”

Folks, the Church is a VISIBLE, physically identifiable institutional reality, including at her earthly head.

The hearing ear, and the seeing eye, the Lord hath made them both. -Proverbs 20:12

But blessed are your eyes, because they see, and your ears, because they hear. -Matthew 13:16


Visibility. Screenshot of the Drudge Report:

Please, continue to pray for Pope Benedict, the one and only living Pope whether he likes it or not, the Papacy, and Holy Mother Church.

If you are sick, but still able, GO TO MASS.

If you are sick, but not bedridden or throne-ridden with fever, G.I. distress, etc., definitely still go to Mass.


Make a Spiritual Communion instead of Sacramental. (More on this soon.)

Sacramental Communion isn’t your “right”, nor is it a “participation trophy”. Assistance at Holy Mass does NOT necessitate Sacramental Communion for ANYONE except the celebrating priest. Period. You are there to worship God. God does not come down upon the altar to worship you.

If you have to go to a Novus Ordo, do not participate in the horrid “Peace” thing. You shouldn’t participate in it anyway. Christ Jesus, crucified, is LITERALLY on the altar: this is NOT the time for socializing and (shudder) GLADHANDING.

Folks, be SUPER suspicious of ANYONE who tells you to NOT go to Mass.

Our Lord told a mystic (that I can’t look up at this second) in response to the question, “Lord, I am so filled with gratitude to You and Your infinite mercy. What can I do to express my thanks?”

Do you know what Our Dear Sweet Lord said?

“Go to Mass ONCE.”

Our Lord wasn’t saying that the person could blow off The Third Commandment and Mass for the rest of their life. No. Only a truly wretched soul would try to GET OUT OF GOING TO MASS. Remember that.

Our Lord was saying how incredibly, incomprehensibly important it is to Him for us to BE THERE at Mass – at the foot of the Cross. Every time you go to Mass, Our Lord’s Sacred Heart Rejoices. Yes, He is God and has known from all eternity that you would be there on that day, BUT His Heart STILL races with joy at the sound of your footfalls entering the church. Because… INFINITE LOVE.

If you will indulge me on this beautiful Sunday, may I reprint my favorite excerpt from one of my favorite literary works, “The Little Prince”? The Fox is Our Eucharistic Lord. The Little Prince is you.

It was then that the fox appeared.

“Good morning,” said the fox.

“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”

“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”

“I am a fox,” the fox said.

“Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.”

“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”

“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

“What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“You do not live here,” said the fox. “What is it that you are looking for?”

“I am looking for men,” said the little prince. “What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“Men,” said the fox. “They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?”

“No,” said the little prince. “I am looking for friends. What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. It means to establish ties.”

“‘To establish ties’?”

“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .”

“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . .”

“It is possible,” said the fox. “On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.”

“Oh, but this is not on the Earth!” said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

“On another planet?”


“Are there hunters on that planet?”


“Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?”


“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

The Fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

“Please–tame me!” he said.

“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”

“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.

“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me–like that–in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . .”

The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”

What is a rite?” asked the little prince.

Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours…”

Barnhardt Podcast #100: Wars and Rumors of Wars

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We made it to 100 episodes? (Surely you can’t be serious!) In this episode, after wishing everyone a merry CONTINUATION of Christmas, we discuss the post-New-Year’s fireworks in Iran, the “slap-a-mama” fireworks in Rome, and the continuing scourge of professional Catholics — especially the ones who don’t hide their moral depravity in the slightest. And have you heard of the new guessing game: Where in the world is Theodore McCarrick? Some rumors put him in Florida but historically the only reason a cleric was defrocked was to warm the bunk of a prison cell while awaiting criminal trial — and possibly the hang-man. In the day of Pope Saint Pius the 5th, This Was The Way. Despite wars, rumors of wars, and scandals, the result of the battle is known and has been written: don’t let the folly of sinners disturb your peace, especially during this joyous time of the liturgical year!

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Over the Transom from Czechoslovakia: How REAL Popes deal with pleading women

Dear Ann,

Thanks for all you do. I read your blog post about the translation of the woman who Francis (sic) slapped. Here is a thought: when visiting Rome, Little Therese [of Lisieux] was told not to talk to the Pope. But she took his hand, and Pope Leo XIII reacted in a particular way.

Online, I found this quote showing how St. Therese describes the encounter when she desperately took the hand of the Pope:

We entered the Vatican through the sovereign Pontiff’s chapel. Our emotion was profound when we saw him [Pope Leo XIII] enter to celebrate the Holy Mass.

After the Mass, the audience began… We passed in front of him in procession; each pilgrim knelt in turn, kissed the foot and hand of Leo XIII received his blessing, and two guards touched [the pilgrims] as a sign to rise.

Before entering the pontifical apartment, I was really determined to speak, but I felt my courage weaken when I saw Father Reverony [leader of the pilgrimage] standing by the Holy Father’s right side. Almost at the same instant, they told us on the Pope’s behalf that is was forbidden to speak, as this would prolong the audience too much. I turned toward my dear Celine for advice: “Speak!” She said. A moment later I was at the Holy Father’s feet. I kissed his slipper and he presented his hand, but instead of kissing it I joined my own lifting my tear-filled eyes to his face, I cried out: “Most Holy Father, I have a great favor to ask you!”

The Sovereign Pontiff lowered his head toward me and I saw his eyes… fixed on me and they seemed to penetrate to the depths of my soul. “Holy Father, in honor of your Jubilee, permit me to enter Carmel at the age of fifteen!”

Emotion undoubtedly made my voice tremble. He turned to Father Reverony who was staring at me with surprise and displeasure and said: “I don’t understand very well.”

“Most Holy Father,” answered the Vicar General, “this is a child who wants to enter Carmel at the age of fifteen, but the Superiors are considering the matter at the moment.” “Well, my child,” the Holy Father replied, looking kindly, “do what the Superiors tell you!” I made a final effort, stating in a suppliant voice: “Oh! Holy Father, if you say yes, everybody will agree!” He gazed at me steadily, speaking these words and stressing each syllable: “Go… go… You will enter if God wills it!”

The two guards touched me politely to make me rise. As this was not enough they took me by the arms and Father Reverony helped them lift me, for I stayed there with joined hands resting on the knees of Leo XIII. It was with force they dragged me from his feet. At that moment I was thus lifted, the Holy Father place his hands on my lips then raised it to bless me. The two guards literally carried me to the door.

What if Pope Leo XIII had slapped the Little Flower and walked away in anger instead?

Pax tecum,


Can I PLEASE Buy A Vowel For This Language?

Brno, Czech Republic