Author Archives: Ann Barnhardt

I ate a horse, and it was delicious, and I’m not sorry.

So I went on a pilgrimage/sightseeing trip last week, and I have a confession of sorts.  I was offered (looks over both shoulders nervously) and ate (draws the curtains and locks the deadbolt)… HORSEMEAT.

I’ll never watch an episode of Mr. Ed the same way again.  Let’s just say that the Food Channel should show National Velvet every Saturday as… you know… a food production documentary.

Don’t ask how exactly horse meat came to be procured.  Let’s just say that it’s good to have friends with… ETHNIC CONNECTIONS.

And, of course, in all seriousness, I have to say that the prohibition on horse slaughter in the U.S. is absolutely disgusting, and causes horses to suffer terribly, because people leave them to essentially starve to death because there is no way to legally slaughter them, nevermind use the meat for any sort of food, for either animal or human consumption.  Typical female sentimental stupidity!  As we have discussed in this space of late, animals, including horses, are NOT rational intellects, and therefore can and should be slaughtered humanely, and eaten.

The ban on horse slaughter in the U.S. was just extended with a moron Congresscretin from Florida even offering the following quote:

“The slaughter of horses for human consumption is a barbaric practice that must end,” 

Oh, give me a BREAK.  What absolute piffle. What’s barbaric is watching Mr. Ed starve to death or die slowly of laminitis because the owner can’t afford a non-slaughter disposal.  Mr. Ed should have a pounded-out value for his meat, just exactly like an old cow, even if he only goes into dog food.  And Seabiscuit, in the full flower of health, should find his way onto MY plate, perhaps with some potatoes au gratin on the side.

And now, finally, after all these years, I can testify that horsemeat is quite tasty – very much a red meat like beef, but leaner, and with a hint of sweetness in contrast to the more savory flavor of beef.

If you actually care about the welfare of horses, the legalization of horse slaughter should be priority number one.

Medium rare, of course, of course!

Starting Monday Off Right – King 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.

I’ll let you click over and read of all of the accomplishments and general excellence of King St. Henry HERE, but will tease you with only the following sentence:

Henry drove out an antipope, and brought the legitimate Pope Benedict VIII back to Rome….


King St. Henry, pray for us!

Dirty Looks

Serious question here.

If someone got up in your face and glared at YOU like this, what would you think?  How would you take it?

I really don’t see how this facial expression can be read as anything other than total contempt and abject hatred.

A Sad #TOLDYA : As Political Violence Escalates, Might I Recommend Reviewing….

I’ve known decisively for over a decade now that hot Civil War in the former U.S. is inevitable.  And, as I have said for over a decade, a second U.S. Civil War will probably result in Red Chinese boots on the ground in North America – almost certainly at the invitation of the morons up and down the Pacific Coast, who will invite them in as “peacekeepers” or some such.

But in terms of the political violence, I covered all of this in-depth in my ARSH 2012 Video presentation on the Vendee Genocide in France during the satanic French Revolution.  The parallels between what happened in France just over 200 years ago, and what we have seen and are seeing before our eyes today in the (former) U.S. are stunning.  The only difference is that today’s culture is starting from a far, far worse level.  Remember, almost everyone in France 200 years ago was a weekly Mass-going Catholic.  And those people descended into barbarity and cruelty against their fellow Frenchmen that can only be described as demonic – and it happened FAST.  The point I make at the end of this presentation is that when society totally breaks down in the U.S., it is going to be a bloodbath the likes of which has not been seen since the days of the Aztecs.  I think the French Revolution will seem tame in comparison when history looks back at it.  As you have probably seen, leftists are already proudly declaring that they will, like Madame Defarge, set up their chairs and delight in watching people like me and you being publicly executed.

I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but if you’re skeptical about watching a 80 minute long presentation about anything French, this presentation was videotaped before a Tea Party group in southern Colorado, and there were LOTS of Vietnam Veterans in the group – rough and ready types.  I opened with a little disclaimer about not poo-pooing the importance and relevance of the French Revolution, or the Cheese-eating Surrender Monkeys as a race in general, and then dove into the lecture.  At the end, immediately after the cut on the video, one of the Vets stood up to speak.  He declared the presentation to be the best he had ever witnessed, and the entire room jumped to their feet, and gave a standing ovation.  And I found an interesting piece of carpet to stare at and made some awkward hand gestures of gratitude.

The presentation is grizzly, and hard to listen to at some points, but it really is important.

Also remember, this was recorded in July of ARSH 2012 and Antipope Bergoglio was just another psychopath prelate, hanging out with his boy-raping buddies in relative obscurity in Buenos Aires, NOT squatting on the See of Peter and doing what False Prophet Forerunners of the Antichrist do.

Oh, and if you need me to sell it any harder, I call Hillary Clinton a “Marxist b***h”.  So, if for no other reason, you can watch it just for that.

Buy more ammo.

“Normally, when I get into a debate with a conservative friend and we are at an impasse, with no hope for resolution, I try to ease the tension with levity, and say, “Well, when the revolution comes, I will put in a good word for you and your family.” To my friends in the Republican political and legal establishment who have not stood up to Trump: When the revolution comes, you are on your own, and I will be clamoring not for mercy but for a seat next to the guillotine, where I can do my knitting.”
Michael Sean Winters, National catholic Reporter, 3 July, ARSH 2018


More Evidence of the Great Derailing: Best Male Country Vocal Performance Grammy in 1972 Went To A RAP Song

Just a quick observational post, if you will indulge me.

The Grammy Award for Best Male COUNTRY Vocal Performance in ARSH 1972 (for calendar year 1971) went to a RAP song.  An ugly, base, vulgar, stupid RAP (but I repeat myself).

There should have been a general strike.  All men of good will should have taken to the streets in protest.

You think I’m kidding?  Here it is.

In the same award-year (ARSH 1971), was this song, which wasn’t even nominated.  Now, I’m no huge John Denver fan, but this is a fine melody with some nice harmonies, and the lyrics are poetic and thoughtful.  Just give that young man a proper haircut, and we’re all good. But no.

I’m telling you, folks, the infiltration was deep and thorough and hyper-aggressive from about ARSH 1962.


Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

All my memories, gather round her
Modest lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

That Time The Eagles Had A Hit Song About The Eucharist

As the Freemasonic grand plan continues to unfold before our very eyes, I find it hard to make a “rah-rah” post for the 4th of July, because… Freemasons.

But, I do certainly hope that one and all are enjoying yummy bacon cheeseburgers, slightly burnt hotdogs, potato salad, decent beer, and most of all, good times with family and friends.

In wanting to post something edifying, and yet very American, how about The Eagles?  I heard the “elevator muzak” version of this song playing in a public place on Monday night, and as the lyrics zoomed through my head, I realized that this is one of those songs that can TOTALLY be heard through the ears of faith, specifically about The Eucharist.  The bridge seems to be referencing Calvary directly.  Lyrics below, and if it is our voice, that is, the voice of the faithful, the lyrics are left in black, and if it the voice of Our Lord singing to His Church, the lyrics are in red.  It can easily be heard as a beautiful dialogue.  Enjoy.

I was standing
All alone against the world outside.
You were searching
For a place to hide.
Lost and lonely
Now You’ve given me the will to survive.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

Don’t you worry
Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride.
The world is changing
Right before your eyes.
Now I’ve found You
There’s no more emptiness inside.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

I would die for you,
Climb the highest mountain.
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

Now I’ve found You,
There’s no more emptiness inside.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

I would die for you,
Climb the highest mountain.
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

I was standing
All alone against the world outside.
You were searching
For a place to hide.
Lost and lonely
Now You’ve given me the will to survive.
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive

When we’re hungry, Love will keep us alive.

July: Month of the Most Precious Blood of Jesus

Most Precious Blood of Life Eternal, price of sinful man’s redemption, by whose saving streams the thirst of souls is quenched, and their stains are washed away, Thou Who dost plead the cause of man before the throne of infinite mercy, from the depths of my heart I adore Thee and desire, as much as lies in my power, to make atonement for the injuries and insults that are constantly offered Thee by mankind, and especially by those who rashly dare to blaspheme Thee. Who will not bless and praise this Blood of infinite value? Whose soul would not be inspired with love for Jesus Who shed It all for us? What would be my fate, had I not been redeemed by this Divine Blood? And what drew Thee from the veins of my Savior even to the last drop? It was love! O boundless love, which has given us this saving balm! O priceless balm, welling from the fount of immeasurable love! Grant that all hearts and tongues may praise Thee, magnify Thee, and give Thee thanks, now and throughout all ages. Amen.

St. Gaspar del Bufalo, pray for us.

Most Precious Blood of Jesus, have mercy on us.

On the Feast of the Martrydom of Sts. Peter and Paul, Answering the Question, “Why Is God Letting This Antipapacy Happen?”

I am inundated (still) with emails from people who just a few short years ago would have described their faith as strong, solid and even unshakable – people for whom the thought of ever, ever losing their faith or questioning or doubting in even the slightest way the Church, and even Our Lord Himself, specifically His love for us, was all but impossible. We’re talking daily Tridentine Mass-goers. Daily Rosary prayers. Scandalized unto loss of faith all because of the Bergoglian Antipapacy.

First, realizing that Jorge Cardinal Bergoglio, S.J., is, in fact, an Antipope, and is not now nor never was the Vicar of Christ, is a tremendous consolation in and of itself. Thank God for Canon 188. Thank God for Pope Benedict’s own words on 27 February, ARSH 2013. Thank God for Archbishop Georg Ganswein spilling the beans on Pope Benedict’s substantial error with regards to the papacy at the Gregorian University in Rome in May of ARSH 2016. As was pointed out to me by an entrenched Vatican employee shortly after Gasnwein’s speech, Ganswein, from a purely professional perspective, should have been fired immediately for the sheer obliviousness and stupidity of running his mouth as he did. Knowing what we now know, namely that Pope Benedict read and approved Ganswein’s speech, my response is, what one person calls “obliviousness and stupidity”, I call “Divine Providence.”

But still the fact of the scandal of Antipope Bergoglio remains. Souls are being scandalized unto eternal damnation by this most wicked and malignant of antipopes, many of whom are the immediate family members – children and spouses – of the remnant faithful. Yes, yes, we can see that technically, legally, Antipope Bergoglio does not besmirch the papacy – never having been the Pope, and yet the damage his is doing is so profound that it will, in all likelihood, drive the Remnant Church into the catacombs. Why is Our Lord permitting this? Why doesn’t He rise up?

The answer lies in His Love and His Mercy.

Everyone agrees that the Bergoglian Antipapcy is a scourge, a castigation.  I myself have been posting this famous quotation from St. John Eudes for YEARS, although in truncated form. Here is the full quote:

‘THE MOST EVIDENT MARK of God’s anger and the most terrible castigation He can inflict upon the world are manifested when He permits His people to fall into the hands of clerics’ who are priests more in name than in deed, priests who practice the cruelty of ravening wolves rather than the charity and affection of devoted shepherds.

Instead of nourishing those committed to their care, they rend and devour them brutally. Instead of leading their people to God, they drag Christian souls into hell in their train. Instead of being the salt of the earth and the light of the world, they are its innocuous poison and its murky darkness.

St. Gregory the Great says that priests and pastors will stand condemned before God as the murderers of any souls lost through neglect or silence. Tot occidimus, quot ad mortem ire tepidi et tacentes videmus. Elsewhere St. Gregory asserts that nothing more angers God than to see those whom He set aside for the correction of others, give bad example by a wicked and depraved life.’

Instead of preventing offenses against His Majesty, such priests become themselves the first to persecute Him, they lose their zeal for the salvation of souls and think only of following their own inclinations. Their affections go no farther than earthly things, they eagerly bask in the empty praises of men, using their sacred ministry to serve their ambitions, 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 anger upon them. That is why He cries unceasingly to Christians, “Return, 0 ye revolting children . . . and I will give you pastors according to my own heart” (Jer. 3, 14-15). Thus, irregularities in the lives of priests constitute a scourge visited upon the people in consequence of sin.’

-St. John Eudes, ‘The Priest: His Dignity and Obligations’

So if we all agree with St. John Eudes that Antipope Bergoglio is a scourge on us, that is, God’s PEOPLE, the first question we must ask ourselves is WHAT EXACTLY it is that we have done to deserve this? Then, once we have determined that, we must – MUST – stop doing that, and, presumably do the opposite.

What I would submit is the great crime against God committed by His People over the past 50 years is our SILENCE – our passive, impotent, effeminate acceptance of the profound violence done against Him, His Church, and His Liturgy. We, our parents, our grandparents, our great-grandparents, sat in silence and watched as sodomites turned the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass into a neo-pagan low-rent cruise ship floorshow. Our response was either the silence of apostasy, as more than 90% of Catholics in the West simply stopped going to Mass, or the silence of tacitly accepting the obvious abuse and overt hostility toward Our Lord and His Church by diabolically narcissistic sex perverts and their truly pathetic, co-dependent hangers-on. The collapse of our culture, the abortion, the ascendancy of sexual perversion, the collapse of the Rule of Law – all of these things are DERIVATIVE of the destruction of the Liturgy, a destruction that we sat, wallowing in our collective effeminacy, and watched – and continue to watch and even cooperate in.  How many people today, well aware of the perennial traditions and disciplines of Holy Mother Church prior to ARSH 1965, still go to Novus Ordo Masses having observed only a one hour fast, women with heads uncovered, and receive the Most Holy Eucharist standing, in the hand because they “don’t want to stand out” or “make a scene”?  Lots.  Lots and lots and lots.

So my question, in rebuttal to the commentariat’s responses to my “Vocem Alienorum” piece is this: If we all agree that it has been precisely our inaction over the past 50 years that has brought down this scourge upon us, how can it possibly, possibly make sense that the proper response to the Bergoglian Antipapacy is MORE SILENCE? MORE RETREAT? MORE SHOULDER-SHRUGGING? MORE FATALISM? MORE EFFEMINACY? MORE SLOTH? MORE INDIFFERENCE?

And that brings us, somewhat paradoxically, to Our Lord’s incomprehensible Love for us, and His Mercy.

The reason Our Lord is letting the Bergoglian Antipapacy happen, is because He is giving us ONE. LAST. CHANCE to cease the very crime we have committed against Him for lo these 50 years, one last chance to come to His defense. One last chance to shake off our effeminacy and instead rise up in virility and fight for Him.

As I have been desperately trying to convey for years, a “personal relationship with Jesus Christ” is utterly, utterly essential. Our Lord is a PERSON. He loves us PERSONALLY. He is not a philosophy, a political ideology, a legal matrix or an abstraction of any kind. He is a PERSON who not only who loves us, but perhaps even more incomprehensibly, wants to be LOVED BY US. As we have learned in our ongoing study of Diabolical Narcissism, DN humans, and their demonic analogues in the angelic plane, are those who refuse to either love, or BE LOVED. God, obviously being the “infinite opposite” of diabolical, loves and desires to be loved.

Why does God come to us in the Eucharist? Why does He condescend to change a humble piece of bread into His physical substance? Why does He allow Himself to be called down onto the altar by a man – a priest? And why does Our Lord obey these priests – sinners all?  Why does He allow Himself – His physical substance – to be reposed inside of all of those tabernacles? Why does He expose Himself to possible (and ever-more likely) desecration all day every day all over the world?

He makes Himself so incredibly vulnerable so that WE CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM. He leaves Himself wide open and exposed so that we can be good and loving TO HIM. He who provides and gives us everything, even gives us the gift of the ability to give back to Him. He who guards, defends and protects us, gives us the ability to guard, defend and protect Him. He who has given us the beauty of the stars and galaxies, the mountains, the sea, the plants and animals, has given us the ability to give Him the beauty of our architecture, our works of art, and our music. And most especially, He who stepped into the breach and fought and conquered sin and death for us, the perfect act of chivalry, borne of perfect virility, borne of perfect, infinite love, gives us the chance to DEFEND HIM, to confront and combat His enemies. He intentionally remains passive – for a time – precisely so that we may rush to HIS AID. Why? Because He knows that in doing this – doing the right thing – we will be truly happy.

This is what we have failed to do, and what we are being given one last chance to do now, in these dark days. Just as he gave Peter the three-fold chance to unwind his three-fold denial, which Peter did from the shore of the Sea of Tiberias with the hedged words, “Filio-se”, that is, “I love you, Lord, with a human, brotherly love”, all the way to his cross on the Vatican Hill when he was able finally, and only then, crucified upside down, say to Jesus over and over again the words “Agapo-se”, “I love you, Lord, with a total sacrificial love”, on his lips, so now we are being given the chance to FULLY unwind our silent betrayal.

Turning our backs on Jesus and retiring to our diversions and navel-gazing distractions – and that is what they are, distractions from the pangs of our consciences as we fail, YET AGAIN, to stand and defend our Beloved Savior, and the souls that Our Beloved God loves – will never, ever provide genuine happiness. It can only ever provide a prolongation of earthly, sensual comfort. Turning our backs on Our Lord, telling ourselves the lie that objective reality, truth itself, is unknowable, and even if known, far too risky or costly to speak in anything but the most hushed tones amongst the right company, as He is attacked by an axis of sodomites, Freemasons, Marxists, Modernists and satanists, with a dimwitted arch-heresiarch squatter paraded before them as their diabolical mascot, is more of the same malfeasance that brought this scourge down upon us in the first place.

I had occasion to have a truly disheartening conversation with a priest about a situation involving the display and selling of pornographic materials, in a location where children pass every day. He used the metaphor of the Titanic to make his point, namely that the ship is going down, and that it is futile, and even smacks of pride, to think that I or anyone else can do anything to correct the situation – that any efforts we make to resist the onslaught of evil is “rearranging deck chairs while the band plays on.”

I have been a bit of a Titanic buff since 1986 when the wreck was discovered, and what immediately sprang to my mind was the following, which answers the question, “What should we do in the face of inevitable catastrophe?”

On board the Titanic were numerous uber-wealthy passengers and titans of industry. One was the billionaire Benjamin Guggenheim, who was on board with his mistress. Guggenheim, upon learning that the ship was going down, took his mistress and her maid up to the deck and put them in a lifeboat. He then went back to his cabin whereupon he and his valet put on their finest eveningwear, went back to the foyer of the Grand Staircase, reposed themselves in deck chairs, and sat, sipping brandy and smoking cigars, until they died.

Also on board for the maiden voyage was J. Bruce Ismay, the owner of the White Star Line, essentially the owner of the Titanic. Upon consulting with Thomas Andrews, the naval architect who designed the Titanic and oversaw its construction at the Harland & Wolff shipyards in Belfast who was also onboard for the maiden voyage, and knowing that the ship was doomed, Ismay immediately went up to the lifeboat decks and began urgently pleading with incredulous passengers to get into the lifeboats. Many passengers refused, refusing to believe that the Titanic was going to sink. Ismay used his authority and credibility as the owner of the White Star Line to convince people to board lifeboats. He stayed on deck until the very end, and in the final moments of the great barque, saw and was encouraged to jump into a collapsible lifeboat. Ismay survived, and despite his heroic efforts on deck, was destroyed in the press for not going down with the ship – largely by his enemy, newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst. But Guggenheim, after seeing only to his mistress and her maid, retired to two hours of self-absorbed and self-satisfied sensual decadence and naval-gazing as he waited to die, apparently indifferent to the other 2200 souls aboard, and was hailed as a hero.

The analogy here is clear. Yes, the Titanic is going down. Barring a supernatural intervention – which is still possible – the Barque of Peter as we have known it will be replaced in the eyes of the world with the Antichurch. With the Titanic it was a matter of infiltration of water. With the Church, it is a matter of the infiltration of Freemasons, Marxists, Modernists, Sodomites and satanists. It will no longer be the majestic “Titanic”, and will be reduced to only the lifeboats. But lifeboats are barques too – just smaller, and less comfortable.

We MUST warn others. We MUST tell them the truth of the situation so that they understand the enormity of what is happening, and so that they will get into the lifeboats and be saved. We MUST tell them that to follow Antipope Bergoglio is to reject Christ and embrace the spirit of Antichrist. And we must keep doing this until the very end. The good news is that on the Barque of Peter, as with the Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes, there is an infinite supply of lifeboats. Launch one, and another appears. So long as there are souls waiting to board a lifeboat, GOD WILL PROVIDE. But we are players in this. If we take the Guggenheim route, the route of fatalism, effiminacy and INDIFFERENCE, souls will be lost that could have been saved, and, in all likelihood, we will be lost ourselves, because failure in charity – indifference – so often manifests as a sin of omission.

Finally, and with great sadness, it must be said that the statement “We have the Pope that we deserve,” is indeed true. We have a Pope who has been saturated in bad theology and bad philosophy. We have a Pope who is intimately tied to the failed Vatican II Council. We have a Pope who is weak, has a long history of quitting when confronted with opposition, and who, like the hirelings, has abandoned the sheep and fled from the wolves. Yes, we most assuredly have the Pope we deserve: Joseph Ratzinger, Pope Benedict XVI, the worst Pope ever – by a long shot – for what he has done.

Join me in the Matthew 17:20 Initiative, in which we full-fast twice per week and pray daily that Antipope Bergoglio be publicly acknowledged and removed as Antipope, and that the entire Bergoglian Antipapacy be nullified; that Pope Benedict XVI be acknowledged as the uninterrupted one and only living Pope since his election in April of ARSH 2005; that Antipope Bergoglio repent, revert to Catholicism, die in a state of grace and someday achieve the Beatific Vision; and that Pope Benedict XVI repent, die in a state of grace, and someday achieve the Beatific Vision.

I hope this helps.

Saints Peter and Paul, pray for us.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on us.

“Where are you going, Lord?” — “To Rome, to be crucified again.”  And so, all those that truly love Him will go with Him, and say with Peter to their last breath, “Agapo-se, Kyrie!”

Macs, Mailbag, Mittens & Mongols

Mailbag #1 – Of Big Macs and Filet Mignon


You wondered what value people actually derive from your podcasts and blogs. Here is an incomplete list of the benefits I have experienced and I have derived since I started following your blog in 2014.

-Greatly improved prayer life.
-Better confessions.
-Spiritual support through some spiritual dry spells.
-More spiritually docile
-Helping to offer my suffering from cancer and its treatment to God as reparation for the poor souls in Purgatory.
-Helping me to be be at peace facing the fact that cancer will take my life in 5 – 8 years and turning it to God.
-Helping me understand a relative, who is an Alpha Diabolical Narcissist.
-Most of all, helping me to better conform myself to God and His authentic teaching such that my soul will not be lost to Hell.
If it were not for you, I am not certain I would enter the Beatific Vision (after a rather lengthy stay in Purgatory.

There is no amount of money worth this. (I can afford it. I am an IT nerd.)

You should see a one-time donation on your Continue to Give account from me.

In Christ and in your debt,

-Mr. P

(No, I am not some worshipful fanboy, just an awkward computer nerd.)

ARGH! Larger denomination donations make me worry.  I’m trying to build a broader base of low-denomination donor/subscribers with the Stale Big Mac Maneuver, which is a sounder paradigm in multiple ways, including smoothing out cash flows, and defense against temptations to pride and arrogance, and worrying about appeasing or not offending “big donors” (a HUGE problem in the Catholic Blogosphere/Media).  The laborer is worthy of his hire – NOT of exorbitance.  I can deliver Stale Big Mac quality.  I can’t deliver filet mignon topped with a medallion of foie gras (if you ever see that on a menu in a fancy-pants steakhouse, don’t ask questions – just order it).  Besides, whatever good comes out of this, it all comes from the Holy Ghost, very much in spite of me, my sloth, my intemperate wrath, and my use of the word “bee-ess”.


Most would consider the higher denomination donations to be a victory. The concern you express in getting them is a clear indicator of your spiritual state (true humility). Allow your generous donors to gain the graces inherent in acts of alms giving, even if it is you who is the humble recipient. Accept them in the spirit which they are certainly meant, one of gratitude and genuine corporal concern for you and your well being.

I continue to pray that your ears and hearing recover.

May God continue to bless and protect you.

– Mr. P

Well, now you’ve done it.  In declaring me truly humble, you have taken me all the way back to square one.  I am reminded of the boardgame from my childhood, “Chutes and Ladders”. Square 87 takes you right back down to square 24.  Argh!

The ears are still a little leaky, and the Eustachian Tubes still have fluid in them which sloshes, but they are popping like crazy, and the tympanic membranes are both healing.  I can no longer hear my own pulse when going to sleep.  I would estimate three more weeks to complete recovery.

Mailbag #2 – A Letter from a Submariner

Ann and SuperNerd,

I am a 25 year veteran of the Navy, serving aboard five ballistic missile boats. I retired in 20XX from the USS XYZ, which at that time was in Norfolk Navy Shipyard undergoing refueling and SSGN conversion.

Although I did not serve with women aboard the boats I was on, I did during shore duty and my first tour early in my Navy days aboard the USS ABC in Holy Loch, Scotland.

The only thing that made being locked in a steel tube for 75+ days tolerable was crew camaraderie. After three or four days underway, your ability to sense time is gone, and three weeks feels like three months. This is due to a variety of factors, but mainly is the break of circadian rhythm due to the 6 on 12 off schedule, and of course no sunlight. The lack of ability to sense the passage of time I think is a tiny foretaste of hell, which of course goes on forever. I do not miss this aspect of the ballistic deterrent patrol.

The Trident submarine is not the crowded environment of the older boats. It is 560 feet long with four levels, wider passageways and overall a lot more space. I served aboard two Lafayette class boats before seeing my first T-hull, and I was astonished at how big it seemed by comparison. And it is aboard the Tridents that the first women were assigned. However, it is still not a surface ship with separate berthing areas containing heads. The showers on a Trident, whether officer, CPO or crew would need to be time shared. The officers have a head that contains two showers, dittos the Chief’s quarters, and the crew has two heads in the missile compartment, fore and aft. The only real privacy a woman could have would be in officer staterooms, which have two bunks each. There would be no privacy in the Chief’s berthing, and in crew’s berthing only if an entire nine “person” bunkroom were assigned to women.

I cannot imagine how difficult it must be for the crews that have women aboard. Adding sexual tension to that environment would make patrols intolerable. I am sure quite a few good guys have opted not to reenlist because of this. As to your comments about dumbing down the qual process – I agree. I can see this happening, with a CO not wanting to run afoul of the commissars of PC by failing to qualify a female OOD, EOOW, etc and submarine warfare.

The quality of our military has been in slow decline since Clinton, and I am sure it accelerated under Obama. Things haven’t changed much at all with the current administration, as they did not get rid of permitting “gays” serving openly, or trannies. I used to encourage young people to consider the military, but not any more.


Mittens Romney Grasping at Power Again – TIME TO REPOST THIS BLAST FROM THE PAST, “Romney Go Home”


I brought up in the last Barnhardt Podcast the whole question of the ethnic origin and influence of East Asians (Mongols) in the musloid world, and how the influx of Mongol blood and their warring culture influenced and vivified the spread of the islamic political system.  SuperNerd immediately cited the defeat of the musloids by the Mongols in the 13th century – and many listeners have chimed in.

This is NOT the event I was remembering.  What I was remembering was the origins of what are called the “Turkic peoples” several centuries before that.  What I was remembering was the conversion of the Turkic leader Seljuk to islam, which set the whole Turkic-Hun-Mongol-islamic admixture in motion.

The wiki page of “Turkic Peoples” is quite fascinating.  You can trace the Turkic People from darn-near the Korean Peninsula south and west to the Anatolian Peninsula, and the Huns obviously to Hungary.  And Finland has to be mentioned too, as Hungarian and Finnish are in the same completely crazy linguistic family which is most decidedly NOT Indo-European, which means that Finland was settled by a detachment of Huns, almost certainly. And Mongols and Huns are BOTH subsets of the broader category “Turkic”.

As an aside, check out this picture of an ethnically Finnish woman – NOT Swedish, but pure Finnish.  Her physiognomy is not atypical for full-blood Finns.

Dye her hair black and she could be your drycleaner. Or your Differential Equations professor. Or both.

Quick Cattle Thing… Anybody got a portable scale?

Before I return to my least favorite thing- posting about sodomite prelates and all that, a quick return to my old life and “raison d’etre”.


Email me with “SCALE” in the subject header if so.

Weight measurement – the single best diagnostic and marketing tool you have.