Here is the reportage on the re-naming of the park in the summer of ARSH 2015 to go along with Antipope Bergoglio’s fawning adoration of the psychopath pervert arch-heresiarch Luther.
Don’t think for a SECOND that denying the SSPX permission to say Mass in a church, and instead shunting them into a park named for Martin Luther that is a dangerous migrant/invader camp isn’t 100% calculated.
I don’t have any comms with SSPX administration, so if the readership could alert someone who can send it up the chain, I’d be very much obliged.
Please pray for Bp. Henri Gracida. He is the oldest living US bishop at 102, and he’s currently in the hospital in critical condition with a sepsis infection. pic.twitter.com/Pqtu3dZRlc
After reading the aspiring priest’s letter of thanks on your website this morning, I, too, wanted to say thank you. Your informational AND rational podcasts have been so comforting – actually, therapeutic! I appreciate your sense of humor and 80s references, also! May God reward you for all the work it takes to produce them and your website. Most sincerely, D in Houston, TX
This reminds me! Now that things are settling down a little, I need to get the Barnhardt Jukebox website up and running! Can y’all believe that THIS was 40 years ago this week?
But if he does… 👀 we’ll report it here. Because that horrific pectoral cross is a dog whistle. All of Antipope Bergoglio’s lapdog faggots wore it, and it hangs over Bergoglio’s wretched tomb in Saint Mary Major. Make absolutely no mistake.
I’m sure your inbox has simply exploded in recent days, but I just finished Episode 225 and wanted to send over a sincere thank you or the work that you’ve been doing – especially recently. I’ve been incredibly heartened at your sober analysis through it all. Like you, I was dismayed when I heard the name announced, but immediately began to check myself due to the grace of state that seems like it may be with him. Some of the stories and links that have come out since the putative election have me wondering whether Prevost played the long game as a “yes man”, and may potentially be good at heart. It’s simply too early to know (and the merits of that approach in general could be discussed at a later time).
I do however think we may be on track for a prediction that came from a conversation with a dear priest friend prior to the Conclave: that a known lefty is chosen, but we see with great certainty what is in-bounds in terms of what the Lord allows. Many may have to watch in shock as he governs as Pope differently from how he thought and acted as Priest, Bishop, and Cardinal. Paul VI was awful in MANY ways… but he still promulgated Humane Vitae (of course written by Ottaviani). I also think of the stories that Louis de Montfort recounts in The Glories of Mary, where the demons of one possessed are compelled against their wills at the mere touch of a Rosary to extol the glory and excellence of Our Lady. I mean, we’re talking about a Faith that starts from the Incarnate Word of the Father rising from the dead. In terms of the miraculous, Prevost playing the long game and outsmarting the fags wouldn’t even be all that impressive.
We may be about to be put through a refresher course on Vatican I.
I have also been disheartened and nearly scandalized by the kneejerk and uncompromising blackpilling that has come from some commentators who I used to follow. I’m as far from a Pollyanna as you can get, but I think many people have let The Fwanciss take faith in the supernatural out of their Supernatural Faith. I have been trying to come up with the right words for this since the election, but I’ve struggled to find a way to say it that doesn’t sound like the prayer of the Pharisee (Luke 18: 10-14).
I think there has been a beaten dog syndrome that has set in among trads of good will due to holding the false base premise that The Fwanciss had the keys. That’s the most charitable way I can put it. For those blackpilling, I’d simply ask them: if you look at the men who were going to do the electing, what did you expect? If it was Tagle or Parolin who was chosen I’d understand it, but I think some are utterly delusional. I think some got caught up in false hopes for a Chuck Norris Trad who would have denounced all before him on the loggia upon his election. I think a lot of people need to read or reread the Old Testament. Divine Intervention and Providence often looks nothing like our expectations or desires. Also, the Lord has made a LOT out of those MUCH WORSE than someone who did some corporate retweets of The Current Thing while it was still the current thing.
In reference to Leo’s brother posting some spicy political takes: Whether Leo agrees with him or not, it at least shows me that even if they disagree, there’s no chance that Leo will act and speak as if he’s never heard from someone from the Right. For things that are not de fide, we can disagree, but as long as people don’t speak to me as a caricature we can make progress towards truth.
I was also relieved to hear Leo described as quiet and with words that suggest a potential introvert. I’ve grown incredibly weary at those who took their cues from The Fwanciss and spoke down about contemplatives and those who are in any way introverted in nature as if it were a moral defect to be so.
One final note, I too have been pondering how the visibility of the situation will be made manifest – Dubia or otherwise. It struck me that Leo could use his personal luuuv for Ukraine to call for the consecration of Russia (and Russia alone) to the Immaculate Heart. Tactically, it could be played along the terms of Russia-bashing that is The Current Thing, and thus call on all Bishops of the world to join in with him in the seeking of Peace (regardless of his personal feelings on the matter of the previous false attempts at consecration). Yet another way for God to make use of flawed men to accomplish His Will.
As a young man who continues to desire the priesthood, I’ve been in a bit of a holding pattern since The Fwanciss came on the scene, and have in prayer found myself praying for $40k and a Conclave in order to pursue my vocation free from both student loans and from the persecution that comes from seeking the priesthood as – you know – a Catholic. That sense of relief talked about in the episode washed over me the moment I saw from your blog that The Fwanciss had died. Instant relief.
Now as ever, we do the duty of our state in life while waiting to be awed by the Divine Providence.
In this episode, Mark, Art and Ann are joined by Dr. Mazza, aka The Tombstone Four. Cast against type, Ann plays the role of sunny optimist, while Dr. Mazza dumps multiple ice buckets of evidence and citations, while Mark deals Faro and Art mans the bar. Is the nightmare over, or are we staring down a Trojan Horse? Is L14 the Vicar of Christ on Earth, or just Antipope Bergoglio with manners, 40 more IQ points, and sartorial sense? Less than a week in, questions still remain. St. Robert Bellarmine and Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. God the Holy Ghost, fill us with the gift of Counsel and have mercy on us.
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In this episode, NonVeni Mark joins Art and Ann for first thoughts, positive and negative, about Pope L14 Prevost. Clarity could be gained very, very easily: resubmit the 2016 Dubia that Antipope Bergoglio never answered. No matter how L14 might respond, including not at all, it would provide massive amounts of information. When you have a question about something or someone, don’t sit and stew in your own juices. Just go ask!
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I made reference to the fact years ago in the post about the Argentinian rabbi Sergio Bergman bearing an absolutely uncanny resemblance to Antipope Bergoglio. I sent an isolated pic of Bergman’s eyes, and a VERY well-informed and connected priest from Rome said, “Bergoglio before the happy pills period?”
I had the misfortune of crossing paths with a Benzo user years ago. She was one of the most awful people I have ever personally known. Her friends thought she was bipolar and warned me repeatedly of this, but what they were seeing was the cycling on and off of Xanax, Prozac and Valium. Raging, screaming public fits, pathological lying, blasphemy, extreme narcissism, ruthless cruelty, zero empathy, crude, coarse, boorish, callous. The worst would come as she was cycling off. It was just exactly as Bergoglio behaved. Golly, it’s almost as if these drugs make people even worse. Like they’re… cursed, or something.
It is terrifying to contemplate how many people BigPharma has ensnared into taking these satanic substances. And make no mistake, people take these drugs so that they can claim that their behavior is excused due to “psychological problems.” People treat prescriptions as get-out-of-jail-free cards, absolving them in perpetuity of their freely chosen sins. And their M.D. drug dealers are only too happy to help, and pocket their kickbacks.
I live in Chicago. I have been subjected to the aberration of the Gospel the Modernists have been selling for about 62 years of my life, from a front row seat in what is apparently a major implementation hub of this false religion.
I have often wondered why they selected Chicago as a hub. Was it the millions of working and middle class, not-colleged-educated Catholics, descended from very serious and devout Catholic immigrants from Europe, a place where millions of Catholics would resist these changes, and so a full scale and intense saturation was necessary? Was it because it was also the target of the Communists for the huge number of laborers who worked in the factories and on the docks, who may be disgruntled with working conditions and could possibly be flipped to Communism?
I lived through Cardinal Cody (a very vulgar man, authoritarian, one of those big city “boss” types of the1950s, but who was orthodox in his Faith), Bernardin (during whose tenure I figured out something was very wrong with the faith being preached, and the Mass being celebrated, and it was because he wanted it that way), George (who I found to be okay in his own personal orthodoxy, but who didn’t do a darn thing to correct the heretical and heterodox goings on in the parishes and “Catholic” universities and schools), and now Cupich.
I feel about this news the way I felt when I heard Cupich was to be the Archbishop of Chicago. Like a knife going into the heart.
I wonder how Our Lady felt as she watched the Pharisees and the Scribes manipulating Pilate and the crowds with their twisted version of the truth, and heard the crowds shouting, “Crucify Him!,” and saw the smug, suppressed looks of satisfaction on the Sanhedrin’s faces as she heard Pilate’s decision. Was she filled with heart wrenching pain, tears streaming down her face, her heart in her throat, and a slight feeling of nausea in her stomach as her mind registered the magnitude of what was coming (like I feel today)? No resistance in her heart, I am sure, for the will of God as she grasped what was going to happen, but she is, after all, known as Our Lady of Sorrows for a reason.
Do I not know, as she did, that this was for the greater glory of God, and that He Himself said, while the world rejoices, you will weep? As I write this tears are streaming down my face. I can’t help it. I am cut to the quick. I had hoped against hope. I had prayed this was not the time foretold where the Spouse (the Church) would endure the crucifixion, and die. But It looks like I am going to be a witness to that. I do not know if I will live on this earth to see Her glorious resurrection. I pray for the grace, courage, fortitude, and perseverance to remain faithful, even at the foot of this cross.
That this guy is of Creole descent from the south side of Chicago tells me a whole lot else than what the world makes of his ancestry. Baby Boomer of a select population targeted by the Communists and anti-Church during our youth in the late 1960s and the 1970s. I was born in the same year as he. He would have been 15 in 1970. His (by his ancestry and location) was a population hit hard by the radicals who attended the University of Chicago and Chicago Theological Union, who spread out into the neighborhoods to implement their twisted version of Catholicism, working in parishes for “social justice.” We were given stones when we asked for bread, and snakes when we asked for fish.
This one is far more intelligent, and therefore probably more dangerous, than Bergoglio, who was pretty stupid in his pronouncements, and easy to discredit. Of course, their whole religion is so absurd, it’s not too hard to see through it as conveniently accommodating the fallen nature of man.
I guess I just wanted to contextualize a little for you the truth of his youth. He lived as a white kid. No doubt. He was radicalized by the anti-Church, no doubt. But suffering persecution as a Creole on the south side during his childhood? It is to laugh.
Thanks Ann. I felt I had to respond, having a sort of local understanding of the people who hail from “Chicago” (Dolton, really, known by Chicagoans as “the far south side,” meaning white and small town feel) who grew up in the times I did. God bless you.
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Here is the film, produced in the 1940s, that I watched in the summer of ARSH 2007, just a few months after being received into the Church, that EWTN broadcast upon the promulgation of Summorum Pontificum. This film “Tradded” me. After watching this film, the Old Testament made perfect sense as having been perfected and fulfilled in the New Covenant, including LITURGICALLY.
Bishop Fulton Sheen is the narrator, and the film was made in the Church of Our Lady of Sorrows on the Near-West side of Chicago. This is also the church that the famous “conversation” scene between Eliot Ness and Jimmy Malone occurs in “The Untouchables.” I
Our Lady of Sorrows Basilica. 3121 West Jackson Blvd. From downtown, take the Blue Line “Forest Park” train to the Kedzie-Homan station.
I made pilgrimage to this church with a friend the next year, ARSH 2008. We attended the Sunday Mass. There were six old black ladies there, the charismatic black organist, and the utterly pathetic elderly, white hippy Paulist priest. Look at how big the church is, and realize that attendance at Sunday Mass was TEN people. Total. It was heartbreaking. I sat on the Gospel (left) side, in about the 20th row, and felt like we were in the extreme front. The church is massive. And 100 years ago would be packed for multiple Sunday Masses.
