Just published in the American Journal of Therapeutics.

Ivermectin is a well-known medicine that is approved as an antiparasitic by the World Health Organization and the US Food and Drug Administration. It is widely used in low- and middle-income countries (LMICs) to treat worm infections. Also used for the treatment of scabies and lice, it is one of the World Health Organization’s Essential Medicines. With total doses of ivermectin distributed apparently equaling one-third of the present world population, ivermectin at the usual doses (0.2–0.4 mg/kg) is considered extremely safe for use in humans. In addition to its antiparasitic activity, it has been noted to have antiviral and anti-inflammatory properties, leading to an increasing list of therapeutic indications.

The paper is 27 pages long. Download and share!

My master Ivermectin page is HERE.

Remember when this blog used to have music, food, old movies? Yeah… I do too.

Let’s throw it back and go into the kitchen.

I just ate something so delicious, but yet maddeningly obvious: Strawberry Gazpacho.

Gazpacho is a cold, puréed summer vegetable soup, with tomato as the base. In its normal preparation, think super-classy taco sauce, liquefied, and served cold. Meh. Okay. Not terrible but not great. You know, SPANISH.

Alright. Here’s how you do Gazpacho right. Cut 1/3rd of the tomato as STRAWBERRY.

If your strawberries are terrible and white throughout, either wait, OR macerate the sliced strawberries in a little bit of sugar – not to the point of syrup like for cheesecake topping – just a little bit to bring out the flavor. You would then correct the Gazpacho with salt.

I see no reason why the strawberry Gazpacho couldn’t be made in bulk and frozen. I think this would be absolutely spectacular in Indian Summer or during Lent. Maybe with a light Brie grilled cheese sammiches….

If you’re all fancy and “rich”, raw Sushi-grade white fish (like sea bass) goes well over the top as a protein. I would NOT do smoked salmon. It would overpower the strawberry. This is a perfect hot summer luncheon/picnic/beach situation. Light, light, light. And served cold.

Wine pairing? You know what I’m going to say. Fizzy white. Prosecco-Franciacorta-Champagne. That category. For non-fizzy whites, Pinot Grigio, or… a nice French Rosé.

Feel free to do California white Zinfandel, as long as you’re okay with having a hellacious headache. Sulfites. Evil substances. Blech. 😒

Believe me, this was ALL about the strawberries. The croutons and even the fish were fillers. Just being me the soup. And a silly straw.

This post is of the overarching theme, “THEY’RE ALL SODOMITES.”

First, a quick review from ARSH 2018:

Last week LifeSite News broke the news that Antipope Bergoglio’s top aide, the revolting sodomite Cardinal Coccopalmerio, was not only present at the “cocaine-fueled gay orgy” in the apartment of his “personal secretary”, Msgr. Luigi Capozzi in the palace of the Holy Office – the same building that houses not only the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (which is responsible for investigating sex abuse cases), but also the Ecclesia Dei commission, which oversees all of the communities that celebrate the Traditional Mass -but that Coccopalmerio was “presiding” over the orgy and was whisked away to safety by the Vatican Gendarmerie who conducted the raid. And Antipope Bergoglio knows it.

I think a lot of people glazed over this story, as there was so much else going on both in Church events, and in secular events (Kavanaugh, Hurricane Michael, etc.).  What I want to point out is the very telling use of the word “presiding”.  Coccopalmerio was not merely participating in the sodomite orgy, he was PRESIDING over it.

The word “orgy” implies a chaotic, disorganized activity.  It can be used as a crude colloquialism for any large, disorganized activity or action.  “The buffet dinner at the Greek wedding was a gastronomic orgy.”

Folks, orgies, kinda by definition, don’t have “presiders”.  It’s a contradiction of terms. The word “presiding” communicates an organized, even ritualistic activity.  A big trend among the Bergoglian Antichurch crowd is to call the priest at Mass “the presider”.

Given what we know about the abject evil of Cardinal Coccopalmerio, the fact that he is a flaming faggot that hates God and is at war with Him and His Holy Church, and given that we know that the nexus of the practice of Satanism in the world today is inside the Vatican, I think it is not at all a stretch to postulate that what was raided in that apartment was not merely a sodomite orgy, but was a Black Mass with Cardinal Coccopalmerio as the “presider”.

Cocaine-snorting sacriligious faggot Msgr. Luigi Capozzi and his satanic sugar daddy, Cardinal Coccopalmerio.

Now, here’s a gushing piece just published in the New York Times about a sodomite priest who was a Latinist in the Vatican for years, living it up on the Rome-Vatican clerical gay scene, who quit the priesthood and is now a militant Sodomy activist. He confirms what I’ve been screeching and caterwauling about for YEARS: the Vatican is a giant gay village. They’re all fags.

But this sodomite, Lepore, drops another very interesting detail. He says that he attended drug-fueled “parties” as a gay man at the famous Benedictine abbey of Montecassino just south of Rome. Hmm. That rings a bell.

When he reached Rome in 2002 he got an entirely different education, he said, in a world of sexually active gay priests. He fell for a renowned Franciscan who had a bevy of young admirers and who dumped him five months later. “You never forget your first love,” he said, with a shrug, adding, “Clearly all of this put me completely in crisis.” ….

He entered the Vatican at age 27 and found himself surrounded by eccentric co-workers. The late Rev. Reginald Foster, a beloved Latinist from Milwaukee, was called “the gas station attendant” for his cheap blue jackets. Another Latinist had dated the Italian poet and filmmaker Pier Paolo Pasolini in his youth before becoming a priest and had a habit of screaming profanities. Mr. Lepore was in heaven, and every day at 11, he would pause from writing texts for popes to take tea and chat in Latin with his co-workers.

But the extracurricular activities proved distracting. “Inside the Vatican,” he said, “it got worse.”

He pursued relationships with priests and bishops, some of whom addressed one another with female terms of endearment, he said, like “bella.” Others nicknamed one cardinal Platinette, after a famous Italian drag queen. Mr. Lepore became known, he said, as “the star of Hollywood” because he wore a Borsalino hat, cuff links and pocket watch….

He announced he would leave the priesthood altogether, and then spent four years, as he put it, in the wilderness. He had a “double coming out” to his parents, about leaving the priesthood and being gay, and they didn’t talk to him for years. He bumped into priests he knew at cruising spots and various bathhouses, including one in a building owned by the Vatican. He said he went to drug-fueled parties at the Abbey of Montecassino, which traces its roots back to St. Benedict. He earned some money with private lessons in Latin and religion and some initial reporting jobs, but he felt lost.

In 2013, a Cardinal delivered a letter from Mr. Lepore explaining his situation to the newly elected Pope Francis (sic). In October, Mr. Lepore’s phone rang, with Francis (sic) telling him he admired him for his “consistency” and “courage” in not living a double life, and that he wanted to help him with his economic travails, according to Mr. Lepore.

Ah, yes! Of course!

Guess where Msgr. Luigi Capozzi from the Black Mass/orgy was sent immediately after his arrest, for “prayer and penance”?

Yup. Montecassino.

Antipope Bergoglio sent Capozzi… to a functional clerical gay bathhouse/discotec. You know, for “PRAYER and PENANCE.”

Folks, Capozzi was REWARDED.

How much more obvious can it be that these people are satanists? I mean, seriously.

To end on a more positive note, it has occurred to me that because the Covidic religion and its attendant rituals (masking, the DeathJab) are almost perfectly correlated amongst the clergy to sodomy, meaning sodomite priests and bishops are the most enthusiastic converts to the Covidic anti-religion, that we could be watching the Fatima Prophecy fulfillment right now before our very eyes. The Blessed Virgin has said that just when all seems lost, and there is no hope for the Church, her Immaculate Heart will triumph.

Folks, the infestation of sodomites in Rome, and in the clergy and ESPECIALLY the bishops and cardinals, seems impossible to purge because it is so thorough and entrenched. I strongly suspect that Pope Benedict attempted (and failed) to partially resign the Papacy primarily because of the overwhelming infiltration of sodomites in the Church. How could it possibly happen that in a short period of time the entire Church is purged and cleansed of the wretched demoniac wolves?

Well, might I hasten to remind you that all of those wretched demoniacs are, to a man, voluntarily having themselves injected with literal poison.

I might just be spitballing here, but it sure appears that some very, very big paradigms are lining up and coming together in ways that neither man nor angelic being could have engineered or anticipated.

God permits evils so that greater good can arise from it. I think it entirely possible that the DeathJab and the Covidic political religion putsch, the greatest crime against humanity ever executed, could ultimately do what was otherwise considered “impossible”: cleanse the Church and the priesthood of sodomites, heretics and apostates. And they will literally have done it by their own choice and by their own hand.

I took my regular monthly dose of Ivermectin yesterday. I took it in water, just to see how the taste experience was. Honestly? I just barely tasted it, in about an ounce of water. And then I did another ounce of water just to rinse the glass.

But, by all means, continue with ALL preferred “solutions” and “admixtures”. With my sincere best regards and assurance of prayers. 💪🏻😁👍

(Remember, Ivermectin is off-patent, like aspirin, so the brand doesn’t matter. It’s all the same. Just like Wal-Mart aspirin is exactly the same as Bayer aspirin. Just buy it at the best price – the 1% livestock injectable solution to drink orally at 1mL per 110 lbs of body weight, or the horse paste.)

This SPIN magazine article from ARSH 1989 is a fascinating read that is today credited with ending “death by AZT”, orchestrated by Fauci.

You will notice an abundance of eerily similar keywords and phrases and situations.

Fauci should have had his licensure pulled and faced criminal charges thirty years ago. Instead, he is now repeating what he did in the 1980s, except on a global scale with a common cold virus….

If AIDS were not the popular disease that it is — the money-making and career-making machine — these people could not get away with this kind of shoddy science,” says Bialy. “In all my years in science I have never seen anything this atrocious.” When asked if he thought it was at all possible that people have been killed as a result of AZT poisoning rather than AIDS he answered: “It’s more than possible.”

August 17, 1989: The government has announced that 1.4 million healthy, HIV antibody-positive Americans could “benefit” from taking AZT, even though they show no symptoms of disease. New studies have “proven” that AZT is effective in stopping the progression of AIDS in asymptomatic and early ARC cases. Dr. Fauci, the head of NIH, proudly announced that a trial has been going on for “two years” had “clearly shown” that early intervention will keep AIDS at bay. Anyone who has antibodies to HIV and less than 500 T-4 cells should start taking AZT at once, he said. That is approximately 650,000 people. 1.4 million Americans are assumed HIV antibody-positive, and eventually all of them may need to take AZT so they don’t get sick, Fauci contended.

The leading newspapers didn’t seem to think it unusual that there was no existing copy of the study, but rather a breezy two-page press release from the NIH. When SPIN called the NIH asking for a copy of the study, we were told that it was “still being written.”

Like most psychopath grifter con-artist arch-criminals, Anthony Fauci has one core con that he runs over and over again. After all, if your con keeps working, and there are zero consequences, why change your scam?

I know there are a lot of videos going around, but this one is worth the time. This Canadian doctor, pathologist, and executive delivers one of the most intense warnings I’ve yet seen with a profound gravitas and urgency. Watch and share.

If you’re not aware of it, a Danish professional soccer player had a heart attack and dropped like a rag in the middle of a match a couple of days ago. They had to do CPR and compressions on him right on the soccer pitch in front of the entire stadium. He survived, but the media in Europe is doing circus-level contortions to avoid saying what everyone knows: these soccer players, traveling internationally within the EU for away games, have almost certainly been recently injected with the DeathJab – which has clear cardiac and blood clotting risks.

Cardiac damage, chronic blood clotting, infertility. And we haven’t even hit the Fall 2021 cold and flu season. Will the imbeciles injected with the DeathJab go into cytokine storm as soon as their permanently altered immune systems are confronted with standard seasonal cold and flu viruses?

-90% human population reduction within a matter of a few decades as the openly stated goal of the oligarchs running the post-Christian west.

-Megalomaniacal psychopath eugenicists, a few of which are involved in the literal cult worship of Satan.

-An apostate Christendom that has descended into a cult of sodomy, pedophilia and child sacrifice that would have made Sodom and Gomorrah blush.

-An apostate Antipope sitting in Rome, actively building an obvious Freemasonic-Sodomite Antichurch while tirelessly trying to destroy the True Church from within, openly in bed with and actively supporting everything outlined above.

“Apostasy from the top…”

“Entire nations will be annihilated…”

“When all seems totally lost, my Immaculate Heart will triumph…”

Stay confessed. Crawl over broken glass (or sit in an annex) to be present at the Holy Sacrifice. As the Iconostasis and Rood Screens used in all Catholic Churches for many, many centuries and to this day prove, being present at the Holy Sacrifice is NOT about having a direct, line-of-sight view of the altar. It’s about going to Calvary and being at Calvary, even if you don’t get a proverbial “front row seat”.

Dear Miss Ann Barnhardt,

Greetings in Christ JESUS on the feast of His Most Sacred HEART!

I have been following you for years–since you boldly burned the Koran, that accursed book of the Muslims, with the brilliantly ironic and iconic bacon bookmarks! You have had my admiration from that moment onward.

I have been wanting to tell you this for years but I did not do so because I really thought my experience would be dismissed by you based on things you had mentioned in your podcasts. It took one of your posts to prompt and provoke me to say something to you. When you stated “St. Peter’s Basilica is likely a hell mouth” that really struck me as true based on my own experience. I have also grown in my own confidence to “own” my own experience and to be able to share my story despite what others may or may not think or how they may or may not dismiss or disqualify my experience as somehow “stupid” or “illegitimate”.

When I was an ignorant, foolish, and very emotionally immature Novus Ordo American seminarian of 21 years I was seduced by a high ranking member of the clergy in the Eternal City. This admission comes with a lot of shame because on one hand I fully acknowledge that I was a grown-ass man when this happened to me, objectively capable of resisting the seduction of this influential man; however, with time, I have realized that inside I was just a boy and that I was victimized, preyed upon, and exploited precisely because of my immaturity. Yes, I will admit that I was a “vulnerable adult” however stupid that term may sound to a person. And so, I realize both that I am a victim but I also am complicit in this ecclesiastical crime.

He must have been a serial offender because he recognized my need for fatherly affection and attention and began grooming me as soon as we had met. All of the signs that I should stay away from this cleric were as clear as day (in hindsight) but my refusal to trust my intuition, the clear data set right in front of my eyes, and my own common sense led me toward the edge of destruction.

I had always craved that time and attention this member of the clergy was more than willing to bestow upon me, plus I thought he was so cool because he knew so much about this exciting city I had only ever read about. Something he sarcastically said to me on our second meeting after he had treated me to a delicious Italian Sunday brunch should have made me run for the hills: “Go to Rome, lose your faith.” Later on I have also heard different variations such as “When you see Rome, you will lose your faith.” Some attribute this phrase to Martin Luther. I am not sure the origin, but thinking about it and reflecting on it with all of the information I have now accumulated ad nauseam about the corruption in the Roman Church and in churches and governments the world over, I am convinced that this was the voice of the devil who has taken up his infernal throne in the Eternal City once sanctified by the venerable blood of holy Apostles, Saints Peter and Paul.

Back to the story: on our third or fourth meeting he picked me up and was driving me around. I was thinking a mentor type man was interested in me as a person. He asked me if I wanted to go to his apartment and I said I didn’t have any preferences. He asked me again, so I said it would be okay to go to his apartment (naively thinking it was the same apartment I had already been to that was attached to the school and church he was assigned to). Instead he took me to his secret apartment in Trastevere. I thought it was odd but I just kept autocorrecting, so to speak, all of my gut instincts inside my mind and body because why should I be concerned about a cleric in Rome? Why would he not be trustworthy, right? “I am just hanging out with one of the elites in Rome!” No big deal. I kept telling myself this and believing it.

Once we got to the apartment we sat down on his couch. Chatted for a bit. He asked me if I wanted something to drink. I asked for some water. He asked again and I said I would just take some water. Instead he brought out some strawberry type of liquor that he asked me to try. Just having turned 21 and being in a European country I was still eager to try any alcoholic beverage that was offered to me, so I tried it. Me and my puritanical American ways of thinking we’re making me way too suspicious, I thought, and I just needed to let go and live like an Italian. The beverage was good. He then gave me another shot glass full of this beverage. By the time I had finished my second glass, all of the sudden, the next thing I knew he was kissing me. I was totally and utterly shocked that some other man was kissing me and a Catholic cleric at that! The feeling I had at that moment, which felt like an out-of-body experience, was so horrible that I do not wish it upon my worst enemy. In a single instant my Faith was shattered and I was left completely disoriented and detached from any reference to reality and slightly intoxicated to boot. After things had turned overtly sexual, reality hit. I realized I was late for my community Mass. I was silent. He drove me back to my residence. I felt completely vacuous like I had a lobotomy.

I was disconnected from GOD, disconnected from myself, disconnected from the Church, disconnected from my community, disconnected from family and friends, and disconnected from everything I had ever known. I felt a need to reach out to this evil man again and at the same time an utter disgust for him and for myself. I told myself I could never be a priest and I never ever wanted to be a priest like this man. Yet, he was the only one who “was there for me” at this time (even though I knew this was a lie I was telling myself). Who could I reach out to? Who would understand? HOW could I have let this happen? Why was this happening in such a holy place? I thought these types of scandals had all been taken care of in the early 2000’s! Why did GOD allow this to happen? Why did I let this happen? I felt I had to do something but I knew I was entrapped. I reached out to him again. We carried on a sexual relationship for the rest of that semester with him acting as a type of sugar daddy to me and I felt that I was on the edge of suicide the entire time.

I told one of my friends back home in the USA over the phone. His compassion and concern was the only thing that grounded me enough to keep me from throwing myself off a Roman bridge into the Tiber or kill myself in some other way. I eventually told one of my friends in the seminary who was with me in Rome and he only got mad at me and then acted as though I never told him. No help.

During one of our meetings I told this evil clergyman who I was carrying on this sinful relationship with that I never wanted to be a priest and he was honestly confused why I had come to this conclusion. I told him that good priests do not do things like this. He then told me at one point he also wanted to be a good priest, but then he went to Rome. He told me in Rome he became a secretary to a Cardinal who introduced him to this sort of lifestyle. I found it so odd that he admitted this to me. Was it the truth? Was it a lie? Another way to manipulate me? His story gave me some insight into the possible profundity of the wickedness in which I had found myself. On a later occasion I had asked him if he did this sort of thing to some of the other young men in his care and he said that he didn’t because that would be too risky. Apparently ensnaring me was a “safe option” for him because I was degrees removed from him ever getting caught, even though I am certain his “maids” (for lack of a better term) knew what he was up to since they always cleaned up after him.

On another occasion, he revealed to me that he had been promoted within the Church while we were carrying on this way. It was after he had been gone for a certain length of time. I asked him where he had been and he said he’d been to the beach with some other guys then looked at me devilishly and he said, “I’m no angel.” He showed me his new pectoral cross. I took it out of the box and held it in my hands…and felt like a truly evil man myself. How did I become this evil? Why am I in this situation holding this man’s pectoral cross? Why have I sold my birthright to be some sort of perverted servant of a man who cared nothing for me or for the Church whom he was supposed to serve?!? How did I find myself living this double life? I hated it. I hated him. I hated me. I felt even tempted to hate GOD for allowing me to come to such a wretched place in life… Where was GOD in any of this? What was wrong with this Church that I had given everything to which had betrayed me so thoroughly? I was caught up in a vampiric relationship with a Judas priest.

Finally toward the end of the semester this foolish and evil man left Rome for the first part of the summer. I felt it was an opportunity for me to do the right thing and tell someone about this awful man and about my awful behavior with this man. I did not know much about anything at that point, but I knew without a doubt that I never wanted this man to do this type of thing to anyone else ever again–especially a child! I announced that I was leaving seminary. My rector told me he had never been so concerned about one of the seminarians under his care based on the reports he was getting about me. I just nervously laughed it off and evaded the comment.

Maybe I could do the right thing despite myself? I was clueless on how to proceed. I was in mortal combat with myself. I told my spiritual director who gave me very very little direction–so little I cannot even recall what he said, honestly, which was disappointing. I told my formator in Rome. He was politely upset. He gave me little guidance but told me he would try to communicate with people and see what he could do but he was occupied, it seemed, with his own agenda. (Years later he told me he had prevented this cleric from being a spiritual leader of a certain community of young men and women which is good news, all things considered, I suppose).

After I had missed other possible opportunities to try to seek out the help I needed, I literally started asking Religious on the streets of Rome about where a person could go to get help with an issue of priestly sex abuse. I was directed to The Congregation for the Oriental Churches in Rome (near the Vatican) because of the affiliation this cleric had with one of the Eastern Rite churches. So I wrote a long letter detailing the situation and visited the offices of this congregation three times. Surely I could finally meet with clerics who cared about me and about the Church of JESUS Christ and they could take care of business and help rid the church of this corruption! The third time I visited someone finally met with me and told me that there was nothing that they could do, no one they could direct me to, and that this issue was of little importance to them. I was devastated. I thought surely I could get SOME kind of help being in the very heart and capital of the Catholic Church. Yet again, my naivete was showing. Right afterwards I remember spending hours sitting right by the obelisk right in the middle of Saint Peter’s Piazza just sobbing. I was at the heart of the Catholic Church and I had never felt so helpless and hopeless.

In desperation, the semester having ended, me being officially an “ex-seminarian” without a place to stay and having run out of money with a few weeks to go before my flight back home, I sought refuge in a monastery. They graciously welcomed me with their kind hospitality. During this time I could not even pray because I felt so hurt and betrayed by GOD. I decided I would only pray for help from Mary, my mother, because at least I did not feel betrayed by her. However, I could not even get myself to pray the Rosary so I just walked and held onto the Rosary as if I was holding Mary’s hand.

Mary, Refuge of Sinners, pray for us.

It was during this time of complete brokenness that I encountered the Traditional Latin Mass for the first time, not even knowing what I was encountering, without any coercion or argumentation or explanation, but just The Mass of the Ages in its simple, confident, modest, glorious, and pristine beauty. It pierced my very wounded and broken heart. It was precisely because of my wounded heart and my complete exhaustion with the Novus Ordo church hierarchy that I was able to listen with “the ear of my heart” to the voice of the LORD in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. I found it odd and compelling. I found it curious and confounding. Every day for two weeks I would attend this Traditional Latin Mass that the monastery offered and it was there that I encountered the Living and True GOD but there were still so many questions that were left unanswered on every conceivable level…

I arrived back in the USA and waited a year and told an influential priest that I knew back in my home diocese about the incident that happened to me in Rome. He communicated what I had told him to the bishop of the diocese at the time. We jointly composed a letter to send to the Patriarch of the Eastern Rite Church that had jurisdiction over this cleric in Rome. Nothing was ever done. No response. I don’t know exactly what that awful man is up to now but nothing changed for years and I have reason to believe that nothing has changed even now.

God bless you, Miss Ann. You have my support and prayers. Thanks for all you do for Christ JESUS and His Church! Persevere.

Truly yours in The Most Sacred and Eucharistic HEART of JESUS,

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