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.
If his maternal grandparents were each half-black, then he is roughly 25% black.
This matters only because it will be used as a cudgel to attempt to suppress criticism. I don’t know about y’all, but I stopped accepting the Race Card a loooooong time ago.
Make sure that THIS 👇🏻 rolls off of you like water off a duck’s back….
Prevost is from Chicago. He’s a disaster. He is hated by his Augustinian confreres. He covered up for child sex abusers. He’s a raging leftist, and is in the ODIOUS Cupich’s pocket.
It’s not going to get better. It’s probably going to get worse.
Now, I’m going to pray before the Tabernacle. Jesus is still there! 😇🙏🏻
CONCLAVE | Il cardinale Re a Parolin: "Auguri… e doppi". Abbraccio e sorrisi nello scambio della pace durante la messa. #ANSApic.twitter.com/r93AqnMZE0
The last name “Parolin” is Venetian for “little word”.
I have a little word for the fraudster and traitorous stooge of the Chinese Communist Party, darling of the Freemasons, Chabad Jewry, and the Washington Deep State: JAIL. As in, he should be in jail.
Pray the Cardinals scrounge up two brain cells to rub together and NOT let this unctuous bureaucrat sleaze bag emerge as anything other than the washed-up racketeer that he is.
