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Why the DeathJabbed will insist to their dying breath that YOU must play the Clottery too: Anger, Hatred, Jealously & Fear, synthesized in one word: SPITE

Anger, hatred, jealousy and fear are the four emotions which constitute the emotional palette of Diabolical Narcissism. The one word that describes the synthesis of these emotional dynamics is SPITE.

And so, knowing that the Covidic religion is the single largest, fastest and most effective Diabolical Narcissist creation operation in human history, at this point outperforming Marxism and even the musloid political religion particularly in terms of sheer speed, the statement below is axiomatic:

The reason why so many DeathJabbed people are pushy and adamant about you getting the DeathJab too, is because deep-down they fear that they made a stupid mistake and don’t want to be alone with their freely-chosen error. If they go down, you have to go down with them. It’s inconceivable and enraging to them that you made the right choice and they did not. They followed “the scientism”. You HAVE to be wrong. Even if you are right, you MUST be DeathJabbed too so that everyone suffers equally.

Re-read that, and then substitute in the free choice that Lucifer and one-third of the angels made in declaring that they would not serve God and never, ever see the Beatific Vision if the Second Person of the Triune Godhead incarnated as a Man born of the Blessed Virgin Mary. It’s exactly the same dynamic. The Rebellious Angels chose poorly, and now want every other human being to suffer their eternal fate, to be damned, never to see God by their own incomprehensibly stupid and irreversible choice, out of pure, unquenchable SPITE.

What the DeathJabbed have going for them is the Blood of Christ – they can repent of what they have done before they die.

How infinitely good God is, and His infinite mercy extends even to those guilty of consciously suicidally attempting the risk of killing of their own bodies in service to the Freemasonic Covidic religion… IF THEY REPENT AND ARE CONVERTED/REVERTED TO CHRIST BEFORE THEY DIE.

The Fall of the Rebellious Angels, Frans Floris, ARSH 1554

While Trump was obsessing over Alinsky Rules #5 and #13, he got rolled by Alinsky Rule #3

The Alinsky Rules for Radicals

Dedication:

Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical: from all our legends, mythology, and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins— or which is which), the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom — Lucifer

1 “Power is not only what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.”

2 “Never go outside the expertise of your people.”

3 “Whenever possible go outside the expertise of the enemy.”

4 “Make the enemy live up to its own book of rules.”

5 “Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon. There is no defense. It is almost impossible to counterattack ridicule. Also it infuriates the opposition, who then react to your advantage.”

6 “A good tactic is one your people enjoy.”

7 “A tactic that drags on too long becomes a drag.”

8 “Keep the pressure on.”

9 “The threat is usually more terrifying than the thing itself. ”

10 “The major premise for tactics is the development of operations that will maintain a constant pressure upon the opposition.”

11 “If you push a negative hard and deep enough it will break through into its counterside; this is based on the principle that every positive has its negative.”

12 “The price of a successful attack is a constructive alternative.”

13 “Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it. “

Download and share aggressively: explanation of the ClotShot mechanism of action. It’s permanent and fatal – right side heart failure within three years.

Summary of the nine minute video clip below:

-40 trillion mRNA spike protein particles per injection, which spread throughout the entire body

-Each particle bonds to interior wall of capillaries causing the interior surface of the entire vascular system to become rough like sandpaper instead of the natural smooth blood vessel lining, on the capillary level

-Body reacts by forming clots and blocking the injured vessels and capillaries. This process is permanent and irreversible

-Micro-clotting of capillaries is invisible to scans, only the D-Dimer test shows that clotting is happening in the body on a micro level, but not where it is happening

-Micro-clotting in the lungs causes increased pressure on the right side of the heart which must pump against the blocked capillaries in the lungs. Right side heart failure generally occurs within three years when this pulmonary micro-clotting occurs

-65% of injected people are returning positive D-Dimer tests

Entire nations will be annihilated. The living will envy the dead.” -The Mother of God

Mailbag: Attorney Checks In

Dear Ann:

I fully admit I am not a canon lawyer or graduate of Steubenville with a Youtube platform. But, I am a civil attorney, who has drafted many complex employment separation agreements for clients. Had I been advising Pope Benedict, I would have recommended that he cut and paste from Richard Nixon’s resignation letter in 1974 if he wanted to resign his OFFICE. Resigning an OFFICE is really not hard or complicated.

Nixon didn’t resign as the Commander and Chief of the Armed Forces. He didn’t resign as the chief officer of the executive branch. He didn’t resign as the Head of State of the United States of America. He resigned “the OFFICE of the President of the United States.”

The fact Benedict did not resign like Nixon did, and knowing that Benedict is not a stupid man, tells me he was attempting to do something other than resigning his OFFICE. He may have been attempting to resign from something, but it sure as hell wasn’t his OFFICE.

Go Clean Up the Kitchen, You Stupid, Stupid Woman (reprint on the Feast of St. Martha)

(I was reminded at Mass today on this the feast of St. Martha of domestic happiness, and this piece which I wrote for The Remnant Newspaper a few years back.  It was wildly popular when it was first published, with only a handful of women griping about it.  Most women loved it, and for many it brought back happy memories of their own mothers and/or grandmothers, busily and lovingly taking care of the business of the household.  We know St. Martha must have been a stupendous hostess, as today’s Gospel specifically states that Our Lord availed Himself of her (and her siblings’) hospitality FREQUENTLY.  It also reminded me that I should watch one of my favorite movies tonight – “Marty”.)

I have had this piece in the back of my mind for some time, and have even run the title and general gist of it past a few people, all of whose eyes sparkled like the transporter beam of the Enterprise-A upon hearing it.

Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, I lived in a large, shared house built in the 1920s with a male friend.  I had the master bedroom suite, and thus my own private bathroom, and everything was completely on the up-and-up.  Fear not, gentle readers.  I shall not be scandalizing you with tales of ribaldry – no “accompanying body-to-body” going on, to use one of FrancisChurch’s creepier turns of phrase.  It was an excellent use of the property, and very frugal and affordable.  And, yes, I certainly preferred to live with males, from both the security as well as a domestic tranquility standpoint.

In this particular case, I did, in fact, greatly admire and count as a treasured friend the male housemate, and no matter what great adventure I had been on in those heady days of my youth, when my learning curve was near-vertical, and every day seemed an adventure, it was always a pleasure to simply go home.

I have always been a bit of a “foodie”, and would often eat out, arriving home after the “rush hour” in the relatively large and well-equipped house kitchen was over for the evening.  In fact, four out of five dentists surveyed would have guessed that my shelf in the refrigerator, packed with condiments, pickles, recycled glass jars of bacon drippings, and as many bottles of Corona Extra as would fit in the remaining void, was the “man shelf”. And they would have been wrong.  But I digress.

My evening ritual before turning in for the night was, in order, to go into the kitchen, wash and dry any and all dishes and cookware used that day, including the coffee pot, lift the grates off of the gas stovetop and thoroughly clean and polish the stainless steel stovetop, clean the countertops, kitchen table, and stainless steel double basin sink, and finally replace the stove grates and then set upon the perfectly clean stove the small saucepan for my friend to heat his milk for the next morning’s coffee.

Bear in mind, rarely were any of the dishes dirtied by me, as I ate out more often than not.  Further, I was almost never the first in the kitchen in the morning, and was not a ritual morning coffee drinker.  I cleaned the kitchen and set out the next morning’s accouterment not for myself, but for my friend and housemate.  I wanted him to start his day off not with a dirty kitchen, dishes stacked in the sink, and a grease-covered stove, the thought in the back of his mind, “Oh, I’m going to have to clean this kitchen after I get home from work today….”

No. I wanted to give him the smallest of gifts – a little help around the house. And God forgive me, that twenty minutes of quiet, nightly kitchen clean-up, in particular the polishing of the stove and setting out of the saucepan, was the best part of my day. If I were dishonest I would say that something liturgical or some formal prayer was the best part of my day, but it wasn’t.  The silent, spontaneous prayer of thanksgiving that flowed out of my soul as I recalled that day’s events, and how happy I was to be where I was, surrounded by friends, recalling past adventures and making plans for future adventures, and praying for my friend and housemate and his intentions, as I scrubbed grease splatter off of the stove with Ajax grease cutting spray and paper towels – that was the best part of my day.

To this day, if asked to pinpoint my zenith of personal happiness, it has nothing to do with my personal accomplishments in business – my first cattle marketing school, the opening of my brokerage firm, or even my first six-figure month. Nor does it have to do with my reception into the Church, which was more a feeling of relief than anything else.  If you ask me when I felt happy – truly, truly happy – it was when I was cleaning up for a man.  So roll that up real tight in your Virginia Slim cigarette and smoke it, Betty Friedan. It’s almost as if there is some sort of hard-wiring given to us by God – factory-loaded software if you will – nudging us toward our gender-specific vocations that will make us truly happy.

One evening as I was doing the evening tidy-up, my friend and housemate, having eaten his dinner in his room, brought his dishes into the kitchen after I had started cleaning up.  I happily reached out to take his dishes to wash, as I was already standing at the sink washing dishes.  He said, “No, I’ll do it.” And I happily replied, “No, I’m happy to do it.”  Which, as we just covered above, was the understatement of the evening.  At this, he angrily handed me the dishes, growled contemptuously, “You’re SO annoying,” and walked out.

Being human, I was certainly wounded at the revelation that the best part of my day, this small yet concrete act of charity, was a source of annoyance for my friend.  But, I also remembered a book I had read about the life of St. Joseph by the mystic Maria Cecilia Baij.

Baij claimed that the events of the life of St. Joseph were told to her by Our Lord Himself, and I found the book to be most informative and credible.  In it, the Blessed Virgin is described as a meticulous housekeeper, not out of the slightest hint of personal pride, obviously, but out of pure love for Our Lord and St. Joseph.  

Further, I was struck by the realization that Our Lord, who could have miraculously “cleaned” the house for His mother, or summoned angels to do it, let her do it.  Why? Because He wanted her to be happy, and we can only be truly happy when what we do is motivated by love, and what we are doing is proper to our state in life.  She loved St. Joseph because he was one of the finest and most admirable men who has ever lived, and he was her most chaste husband, and she was his wife ever virgin, and she loved Our Lord because He is God, and also her Son.  She who was full of grace, and thus capable of such tremendous love, was, in keeping with her state in life of woman, wife and mother, made truly happy in taking care of and cleaning up after her “Boys”.

After thinking on this, I resolved that I would not stop doing my evening clean-up, and I did until the very end.  I still remember the last night in that house, crying and crying as I polished the stove and set out the saucepan one last time.

Flash forward to today, wherein one of the main focuses of my writing and lecturing is Diabolical Narcissism.  Diabolical Narcissism is the psycho-spiritual driver behind most of the cultural pathologies we see around us today.  Diabolical Narcissism is broadly defined as when a human being, like the fallen angels, freely chooses to purge themselves of all charity, leaving them incapable of love or empathy, and capable of only the demonic emotional palate of anger, hatred, jealousy and fear.  These people are incredibly dangerous to souls as they, like the demons, literally hunt other human beings, attempting to murder not their bodies, but their souls, out of pure spite.

One of the points of nexus I made early on in researching Diabolical Narcissism was that the subset of Marxism commonly called “feminism” is nothing less than the explicit attempt to turn women en masse into Diabolical Narcissists – whereas women have historically comprised less than 20% of the total of Diabolical Narcissists in western populations.  Feminism demands that a woman be totally selfish, and beyond that hate men qua men, hate marriage, and even hate their own children to the point of demanding the state-protected, state-financed ability to premeditatedly murder them.

But where it all began was with the notion that any sort of work performed by a woman around the house was drudgery, a waste of time, an act of patriarchal oppression, even legalized slavery.  Many women today in the post-Christian west are shockingly bad housekeepers, and not just because they are working outside the home.  Many stay-at-home wives and mothers are content to live in squalor, even proud of the fact that they are “sticking it to the man”, boasting of their refusal to clean or inability to cook.

Are we surprised?  As true charity is purged from every corner of our culture, replaced with a self-worshiping narcissistic humanism, is it any wonder that today’s women are simply incapable of understanding how it could possibly be that cleaning the kitchen, doing the laundry, or even that most primordial of caring acts, FEEDING another human being, could possibly make them happy, much less fulfill them as women on this mortal coil?

One of my favorite movies is 1954’s “Marty” starring Ernest Borgnine.  A side plot in the film revolves around two widowed sisters, immigrants from Italy, living in the Bronx.  One widowed sister has just moved in with her son, his new wife and their infant child.  The mother is angry and frustrated with her daughter-in-law because the mother can no longer be the sole housekeeper.  While her behavior toward her daughter-in-law is selfish and wrong, she gives a moving speech to her sister, also a widow but still living in her large family home and taking care of her remaining bachelor son, Marty, about the horror of growing old and not having anyone to take care of, not having anything to do.

To today’s women and girls, this sentiment is incomprehensible.  How could a woman complain, much less fall into a depression, because she doesn’t have to clean up after anyone, doesn’t have to do anyone’s laundry, doesn’t have to cook?  In other words, how can a woman not be overjoyed at having no one to love?

Goodness me, how I do hate feminism with a perfect hatred.

The lesson in all of this is to learn to be animated in our work by the love of God, because then all of our tasks and chores that we perform for others which the world considers menial drudgery at best and horrifically unpleasant at worst, including for perfect strangers, will yield that same happiness that comes from doing something for someone we love personally, be it a spouse, child, family member or friend.  This is called, “sanctity”, and is what drove the centuries of religious who took care of the sick and dying, the destitute poor, and orphans.  They saw Christ in every face.  Even those chores that those of us who are single and live alone do for ourselves can be done for the love of God.  And yes, to this day when I clean my own stove I still pray.  But what I wouldn’t give for just one more night to clean up for my friend, because looking back at my life, that was the closest I ever came to being a normal woman, which is why I was, in retrospect, so happy.

And so, when I hear a woman, especially a woman with a family, complaining about housework using the standard diabolical narcissist feminist boilerplate that we can all recite, all I can think is, “Go clean up the kitchen, you stupid, stupid woman.”

 

Behold the wheat, never fully choked by the cockle: THIS is what Catholicism looks like in the 21st Century. This is the One True Church and the One True Faith.

Over the transom from down in Flahrda.

This young handicapped lad extracted himself from his wheelchair to kneel and receive for the first time the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Our Eucharistic Lord on the tongue from his pastor, who is wearing a 30″ lace-hemmed alb, who looks like he could be St. Maurice himself.

The looks on both of their faces….

THIS is the Catholic Church. THIS is the Body and Bride of Christ for which we should all be ready, without hesitation, to defend and lay down our very lives.

Remember, until the very end, Our Lord tells us that amongst the tares and cockle, there will be wheat.

Behold the wheat.

The one about… LOAVES, FISHES, MATH and MARXIST TYRANNY

(Originally penned and posted on November 19, ARSH 2012.)

A very good question regarding something I said in part 7 of the YouTube economic presentation, beginning at 16:15:

Ann,
How do you reconcile your statement that anything regarding charity to the poor not grounded in mathematics is satanic in light of the miracle of the loaves and the fishes?

An excellent question. And I have an excellent answer.

First, the miracle of the multiplication of the loaves and fishes is contained in all four gospels: Matthew 14, Mark 6, Luke 9, and John 6. John is very specific in terms of the source quantities, stating that Jesus fed 5000 people with five loaves of bread and two fishes. As people took from the baskets the quantity inside the baskets never diminished. This was a miracle, plain and simple.

A fun aside for any physics buffs is to debate whether or not God observed the law of Conservation of Mass in this miracle. Did He synthesize entirely new mass in order to continually replenish the baskets, or did he “”harvest”” mass from elsewhere in the universe? OR did he transform energy into matter per Einstein’s theory of Relativity?

Miracles are actions that God takes that break the natural law in order to make manifest His power and love. Miracles are God’s way of reminding us that He is God, that the universe and everything in it is His, and that WE ARE NOT GOD and would do well to never, ever, ever forget it.

And that is PRECISELY the point. The Marxist-totalitarian milieu is making the claim that it too can ”miraculously” break the natural laws of physics and mathematics and provide infinite quantites of physical goods and service commodities. In short, the state is claiming that it is God’s equal, that it can ”feed the multitudes” with no respect to the natural law or the laws of mathematics and physics just as Christ did, and that it is thus to be worshiped as ”god”.

Now mind you, the oligarchs know full well that they cannot deliver on these promises any more than they could actually feed 5000 people with five loaves and two fishes. They have no intention of delivering, and could not care any less about the people they are claiming to “help” with their promised “charity”. Their only intention is to use the lie of the promise of a miraculous distribution of goods and services in order attract and engender loyalty and worship from the masses, and then to seize total power when the masses are starving and cannot escape.

What is so sickening is that the Bishops and Cardinals of the Church are so thoroughly Marxist today due to the Communist-homosexualist infiltration begun after WWII, so breathtakingly stupid and contra-educated, and so heretical that they worship the state as “god” and view themselves as partners with satan in his lying promises of infinite amounts of free stuff from the government-god, and will do ANYTHING to maintain their earthly power, social status and their billion-dollar bond portfolios.

Only God is God. Only God can suspend the natural laws of mathematics and physics.

The State is not God. The State has no supernatural power whatsoever and is thus completely constrained by the laws of mathematics and physics. When the State claims otherwise, when the State claims and promises that it too can multiply the loaves and the fishes (if the masses will only bow down and worship the State first, of course), it is satanic and must be resisted and fought with every fiber of one’s being.

God always performs the miracle first, then invites us to worship Him, and delivers heaven.

Satan, through the State, demands the worship first, promising miracles as a reward for the worship, and then delivers nothing but hell.

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