1. Sorry for the dearth of posts, once again. I am admittedly fighting “why bother” demons. I shall try to do better. I also bought an electric mattress pad which, while totally eliminating the problem of cold toes, presents a new problem with regards to actually getting out of bed and moving toward the computer for anything longer than the briefest of interludes. Because cold toes. YOW!
2. Christmas in the Van was lovely. Lots of company, a little Charlie Brown tree, and lots of meat. I hope you all are having a lovely Christmas too. Remember, this is just Day 7 of 12! Keep it rollin’!
3. December’s Mass for my benefactors was offered yesterday. I will try to get January’s scheduled ASAP. Deepest thanks to one and all, once again.
4. I may have a steady job lined up. It would be 30 hours per week of institutional janitorial work and facility maintenance. Cash under the table, of course. The wage hasn’t been hammered out yet, but I am hopeful that it will cover my rent. If you do the math and make some broad assumptions, you will note that the wage will be a fraction of the so-called “minimum wage”. Darn right. When a person is in a situation like mine, the ability to sell one’s labor at a relatively low price means the difference between *some* income and ZERO income. What I am looking forward to the most is having a firm schedule once again. Able-bodied people should have a schedule. Farting around is BAD FOR THE SOUL.
5. No solution for a PayPal replacement has presented itself, and I am not optimistic on that front. Cash or blank money orders to the mailing address on the Contact page is still the best bet. Checks are tricky. I anticipate having my bank account completely closed soon, and thus won’t have any way to deposit checks.
6. I have received multiple emails saying, “Why don’t you set up a non-profit?” The answer is, BECAUSE I’M NOT A CON-ARTIST. Non-profits, by definition are not supposed to benefit the owner(s). “Funds realized in the operation of the NPO will not be used to benefit any owners.” In my case, every cent would “benefit” me, as it would be my disposable income. Just because everyone else games the massively corrupt non-profit paradigm doesn’t mean I will. Because… INTEGRITY. I’d rather be broke and destitute than some sleazy grifter. You know, like these filthy psycho gutter criminals.
7. So, you all realize that if you have cable or satellite, you are paying Al Sharpton’s salary, right? The reason channels like MSNBC continue on with sub-basement ratings is because the vast majority of their revenue comes from cable-sat licensing fees, not advertising revenue. It matters not how low the ratings are, these channels still receive a cut of every single cable-sat subscriber dollar, and since MSNBC is a “basic cable” channel, that means almost EVERY cable-sat subscriber is subsidizing Al Sharpton, MTV, the sodomite channel and all the rest. Even the most obscure channels receive high-eight figure annual licensing revenues. MSNBC probably receives into the hundreds of millions in licensing revenue per year. If you STILL have pay TV, you are lining that retarded, murderous jackass’s pockets. Are your precious “shows” more important than your civilization?
Wait. Don’t answer. We both know what your answer is. See item 1.
8. Happy New Year. Here’s the Hag being all overly-optimistic, in keeping with the season. “If We Make It Through December”.
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.
Remember, He was placed in a manger, which is a FEED TROUGH, because He is the True Food that comes down from heaven. His swaddling cloths foretold His burial shroud. Oh, and remember that Bethlehem literally means “House of Bread” in Hebrew, and literally translates to “House of Lamb” and “House of Meat” in Aramaic. Because the physical, substantial presence of the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Christ in the Eucharist is foretold and proclaimed on pretty much every page of the Bible. Because without the Eucharist, the entire edifice crumbles into nonsense and people worshiping not God, but themselves.
Here is one of my favorite pieces of music, which sounds like a lovely angelic lullabye to me.
All we that in mystery Holy Cherubim portray As the life-creating Trinity With thrice-holy hymn we adore and praise. Come, let us cast off all earthly care And forget every vain employ.
For the King of All comes in triumph By unseen hosts of angels brought To us that bid Him welcome. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!
There are actually TWO Barnhardt Axioms. The second Barnhardt Axiom is:
Seeking and/or holding office, especially national-level office, is today, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office.
The first, older Barnhardt Axiom is: If you can’t stand in front of something and physically defend it with a firearm, then you don’t own it, and probably never did.
The fifth largest Commodity trading company (not a brokerage firm per se, but specializing in trading commodities in both the physical and on paper) just announced that they are ceasing ALL gold trading activity. Why? Because the PHYSICAL GOLD that is allegedly stored and/or backing the paper markets ISN’T THERE, everyone knows it, and they want out before the manure impacts the rapidly spinning airfoils.
This is called a “mokita”, from a language in Papua New Guinea, meaning “a truth everybody knows but nobody speaks”.
Yup. I’ve been saying this for years. COMEX warehouse receipts are a joke, as are ETFs (Exchange Traded Funds). I wonder what the factor is on “owners” of each serial number? Kyle Bass was beyond smart to get his physical gold out of COMEX years ago – essentially cashing out of the Ponzi super-early, before it collapsed, which is the one and only viable strategy when one finds oneself unwittingly in a Ponzi – as Bass did with regards to COMEX.
Last month DeutscheBank also announced that it would cease all physical precious metals trading. Yup. The jig is up, methinks. The metal simply isn’t there, and these people are getting out not out of a profound sense of moral responsibility, but rather like vermin exiting a sinking ship. How does one defend oneself when after taking delivery of a certain bar, or even just owning on paper, and fifty other claimants show up, each carrying a warehouse receipt with exactly the same serial number? Or when you are notified that your gold stored in your safe deposit box is ACTUALLY someone else’s property. The article linked above rightly draws the link between the situation with the metals markets and the situation in the American real estate market wherein fraudulent robosigning, bundling and derivatizing of mortgages leaves actual ownership title to the physical houses up for grabs. Nobody actually knows who owns what any longer. And, as we have discussed at length recently, when the Rule of Law breaks down and there is no Equal Protection thereunder, the biggest thug wins.
Yeah, the only way to win in that mess is to not play. Take your ball and go home. If you still have one.
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.
A reader sent this verse from Proverbs in after I said that I had prayed that donations be “not too much and not too little”. Note the direct correlations to the Lord’s Prayer:
Remove far from me vanity, and lying words. Give me neither beggary, nor riches: give me only the necessaries of life: Lest perhaps being filled, I should be tempted to deny, and say: Who is the Lord? or being compelled by poverty, I should steal, and forswear the name of my God.
Proverbs 30: 8-9
The Latin uses the word “victui”, or in English, “victuals”, meaning food, in the phrase “give me only the necessaries of life”.
…tribue tantum victui meo necessaria.
Or, perhaps, “give me only the victuals that I need.”
You all know the word “victuals” if you ever watched “The Beverly Hillbillies”. The Clampett’s were constantly talking about “vittles”, meaning food, right? In fact, here is a propaganda piece for the processed food industry done in ARSH 1963 by the cast of The Beverly Hillbillies:
http://youtu.be/B_irZudsi8I
The SPELLING of the word as “Vittles” is a corruption, but the PRONUNCIATION is NOT. The word “victuals” is NOT pronounced “VICK-shu-als”. No, the proper pronunciation of the word “victuals” is in fact “VITT-uls”, just as the Clampett’s (and Miss Jane) correctly say it. Interesting, no?
So, the proverb says, “give me only the food (victuals) that I need…” which is darn close to “give us this day our daily bread”, which is a reference to the True Food that comes down from Heaven at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, Our Blessed Lord in the Eucharist, and certainly also to the virtue of temperance – not too much and not too little. Moderation. Just what we need and no more, lest we go off the deep end… in either direction.
Mel Torme, aka The Velvet Fog. File this one under “God singing to man.” Lyrics, by verse, with art below.
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I can only give you love that lasts forever, And the promise to be near each time you call. And the only Heart I own For you and you alone That’s all, That’s all…
I can only give you country walks in springtime And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall; And a Love Whose burning light Will warm the winter night That’s all, That’s all.
There are those I am sure who have told you, They would give you the world for a toy. All I have are These Arms to enfold you, And a Love time can never destroy.
If you’re wondering what I’m asking in return, dear, You’ll be glad to know that My demands are small. Say it’s Me that you’ll adore, For now and evermore That’s all, That’s all.
Yesterday, Russian interest rates were at 10.5%, which sounds almost incomprehensibly high to those of us who have been living in the world of ZIRP (Zero Interest Rate Policy) for the past six years. Well, overnight, the Russian Central Bank raised interest rates 650 basis points in one shot – to 17%.
And we all remember what parabolic increases in interest rates mean. Ahem. Cough cough.
The Russian economy is now completely dependent upon oil. 25% of Russia’s GDP is derived from the energy industry. Half of the Russian government’s budget is funded by tax revenue from energy. Apparently someone didn’t go to class the day they taught about diversification. (Must have been out shirtless bareback riding that day.) Even I didn’t realize how heavily levered Russia was in energy until I looked it up just now. It’s categorically insane.
So now Brent Crude is trading under $60 per barrel, and Russia’s economy is imploding. People are selling the Ruble and moving into the Dollar, Euro, Yen, pretty much anything is considered a flight-to-quality at this point. Heck, the Ruble is crashing even relative to the Venezuelan Bolivar.
So, in order to attract capital into Russia, which they need desperately because the massive petroleum expansion was financed with debt, they are raising interest rates hoping to retain that capital which remains, and more importantly to attract new capital. And you know what? The market is showing that even with Russian bonds paying out at 17%, the interest rate still isn’t high enough. People who were holding Russian bonds before are STILL selling them, and there is no new buying interest. And the Ruble is still selling off. If Russia can’t price its bonds into the market and attract capital to shore itself up, the banking system will fail, and Russian bank deposits will be “bailed-in”, in other words, swept as they were in Cyprus. But don’t worry. All of the Russian Oligarchs keep their money in London.
So why is this happening in Russia and not in the West? I believe that the difference is that the Russian economic bubble has been inflated by highly-leveraged pertroleum revenues, but the West’s economy, as Karl Denninger has been screaming for years, has been propped up by Federal Reserve (and European Central Bank) money-printing. Everything in the US is debt-driven. Heck, Americans are using credit not just to buy houses and cars, but to buy groceries today. New debt creation has outpaced GDP growth in the US since the CARTER administration. Sometimes by as much as a factor of 7:1.
Which is worse? Clearly, the Western paradigm is worse. At least Russia’s economy, levered though it may be, is tied to a physical commodity – and perhaps the physical commodity par excellence: energy. The Western economic paradigm is inextricably tied to larceny: currency debasement and the forcible financial rape of multiple generations of people, many of whom will not even be born for decades or centuries hence.
So, in the West, in our debt bubble we are in a massive catch-22 that can perpetuate itself a bit longer than Russia’s petroleum bubble, but is far more toxic. Namely, if the Federal Reserve/Banksters keep interest rates synthetically at zero, all of the interest-income dependent portfolios (i.e. money market funds, pension funds, 401k and IRA, insurance companies, AND Social Security and Medicare) will eventually implode due either to a simple lack of revenue OR because the high-risk derivatives they have migrated into in order to generate any sort of return have collapsed, BUT if they allow interest rates to rise and the bond market genuinely comes back into play, there will be a massive move of money OUT of the equities (and also residential real estate, obviously), and the stock market bubble will utterly collapse, along with the real estate bubble.
Both Russia and the West are “in check” on the chessboard, but the board is far more open for Russia. The West has basically nowhere to go, and is down to its last piece.
Putin has been flexing his military muscle like crazy lately, with Russian fighters and subs probing and flat out incurring into European and North American airspaces and waterways on a near-daily basis. Putin is economically trapped, and is also nuts, and history tells us that when nut strongmen become trapped, they get out of it by starting wars. If Putin were to invade Finland, Estonia and Poland tomorrow, you and I both know that the former U.S. would do nothing to stop it.
Again, and I cannot say this enough, get out, Get Out, GET OUT of the financial system as much as you possibly, possibly can – while you can. Your money, your savings, is a fungible proxy for all of those years of your life that you spent working. All of that time. All of that labor. If the fungible proxy of 0’s and 1’s on a computer server becomes extremely vulnerable to theft with no recourse or Rule of Law, then prudence dictates that you should defend your property by reallocating into something that is, at least, LESS VULNERABLE than 0’s and 1’s, which are wholly, completely contingent upon the Rule of Law and the fiduciary integrity of the ruling class.
Considering that the ruling class today is wholly comprised of psychopathic oligarchs, and that the Rule of Law is dead, replaced instead by an arbitrary tyranny, NEED I SAY MORE?
Someone asked me the other day what I would be doing now that the IRS has taken the whole PayPal thing off the table. My reply was, “Mash the throttle.”
I’m going to mash the throttle now.
I saw a story about a twelve year old boy who recently murdered himself. This boy behaved in extremely effeminate and flamboyant way, and was, by all appearances, an enthusiastic aspirant to the sodomite lifestyle. He was teased a bit at school. And I say “a bit” because by the sounds of it the majority of people not only tolerated his deviant behavior (yes, DEVIANT), but enthusiastically encouraged him in it.
This kid was TWELVE.
I would just like to say, just so it is on the record when years from now people are sifting through the rubble and ash of this godforsaken culture, that this boy’s parents, teachers, and so-called “friends” – but most especially his parents – have his blood all over their hands. They failed him so profoundly that he murdered himself. In what sense?
THEY DID NOT CORRECT AND PUNISH HIS DEVIANT BEHAVIOR. In fact, they apparently bent over backwards to encourage their son to be an aspiring sodomite. Who drove this boy to CHEERLEADING PRACTICE? Who paid for CHEERLEADING lessons? Who said, “yes” to his request to be a CHEERLEADER in the first place? And don’t tell me that male cheerleaders in college are macho and that this kid was analogous to them. Bull. Those guys are POWERLIFTERS who figure out that they can hang out and get their hands literally ALL OVER hot-bodied, scantily clad chickie-poos whilst showing off to the other dudes that they can do repeated 100 pound one-armed overhead presses. This kid was monstrously, monstrously effeminate. Not a libidinous heterosexual powerlifter, so don’t even try that.
Who indulged his hobby of fashion design? Who took him to the fabric store and encouraged a hobby that TODAY is utterly saturated and defined by SODOMITES? Who paid for the cable teevee that this YOUNG BOY sat in front of for the last twelve years, watching all of the satanic, sodomite-glorifying agitporn and allowing those seeds to be sown in his mind?
Do you realize, or for most of you REMEMBER, when fathers and mothers actually did their jobs and corrected and punished deviant, perverted behavior in their children instead of wallowing in it as they derived a twisted self-satisfaction in watching their own offspring psychologically and spiritually self-destruct?
Are any of you still able to comprehend the fact that schoolyard teasing for deviant, self-destructive behavior is actually a GOOD THING that keeps people from becoming self-destructive aberrosexuals? – but that’s redundant because aberrosexuality is by definition self-destructive. You know why? Because it is SIN.
Do we or do we not believe that sodomy IS A SIN, in fact, one of the sins that cry out to heaven for God’s vengeance? DO YOU BELIEVE THAT OR NOT? If you do, then to say that a parent should not only NOT aggressively correct and punish such wicked (yes, WICKED) behavior, but encourage and ratify all of the egregious signs of a child or young adult falling into the sodomite psychosis, which can only lead to misery, despair, and eventually hell, is self-contradicting nonsense.
That boy would be alive today had his parents DONE THEIR JOB and refused to indulge and facilitate their son’s obvious and profound bewitchment by the sodomite culture which they pumped to him via the family cable feed. He would be alive today if at the first instance of him vying for attention by acting camp and feminine he had been given a good hard smack and sent to his room, with the stern, crystal clear warning that any further repetition of such wickedness would be punished swiftly and severely.
Barring supernatural intervention, prepare to see the percentage of the population that is sexually deviant skyrocket parabolically, because as the musloid culture proves beyond a shadow of a doubt with its sky-high rates of man-on-man and man-on-boy perversion, deviant sexuality CAN be inculcated with great “success”, and that is precisely the objective of both the education system and the media. And the populace has been brainwashed into believing that happily sacrificing their own children to satan on the altar of aberrosexuality is the pinnacle of virtue and nobility. Having an aberrosexual child is now a badge of honor, and when they murder themselves they are made saints, when the truth is probably exactly the opposite, not that anyone genuinely cares or is bothered by the thought of that young man being lost for all eternity to hell.
And so the hue and cry today is that we must be MORE indulgent toward children who show aberrosexual behavior, when the truth is that such wicked behavior MUST be aggressively confronted and punished commensurate with the incredible gravity of the sin that it points to. And if you don’t like that, or think that I’m “mean” or “embarrassing”, well, I find myself clean out of flips to give.
1. Thanks to one and all for getting the recurring donations on PayPal cancelled. I have been researching alternatives and I gotta tell you, all of the PayPal alternatives that I have come across so far are, shall we say, just slightly unsavory. Gambling, pornography, drugs, and the Caliphate seem to be the customer base. Um, no thanks. I haven’t come this far to crawl into bed with the likes of that. So, for the time being, the best bet is still FRNs (Federal Reserve Notes, aka cash money) to the mailbox on the Contact page.
God will provide, or not. If it is His will that I literally live in a van, or under a bridge, or in a train station, then so be it. But, I have rent paid through the end of April, and I have cash-in-hand savings which I can tap for day-to-day expenses. I have prayed all along in this that whatever donations come be just the right amount – not too much and not too little. I also pray that if I am all wrong in this and that you folks are not my benefactors, but rather my victims, that you be delivered from my victimization of you. But I know it can’t be completely bad because of the Masses that are being offered for you. It is said that one Mass offered for a person while they are yet alive is one thousand times more efficacious than a Mass offered for the dead. I don’t know for certain if that is true, but I operate on the assumption that it is. It has at least some truth, as those in Purgatory will reach the Beatific Vision eventually – the result is locked-in. The question of heaven or hell is still open while we are yet alive. St. John, in particular, wrote a lot about people “falling away”. The fruit of the Fifth Sorrowful Mystery (Our Lord’s Crucifixion and Death) is perseverance. But I don’t want you folks to merely get to heaven. No, I want y’all to have really good seats – super-close to Our Lord. I’m greedy like that.
2. A quick word to the priest readers, if I may. I hear CONSTANTLY as an excuse for “laying low” and “keeping one’s head down” the following: “If I rock the boat, I will get exiled and shipped off to Darkest Outer Nowhere.” Um, yeah. Has it ever occurred to you that there are HUMAN SOULS in Darkest Outer Nowhere who a.) Our Lord created the universe for so that those human souls, as individuals, might exist, be saved, and be happy with Him forever in heaven, and that He would suffer the entirety of His Passion repeatedly for those people, as individuals, who just happen to live in Darkest Outer Nowhere? Has it occurred to you that maybe one little old lady in Darkest Outer Nowhere has been begging Our Lord for the last 45 years to send a good and holy priest who will Offer the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the Traditional Rite, and that maybe that priest, chosen to answer those prayers, is YOU? And b.) that the efficacy of your offering of the Holy Sacrifice is not tied to the worldly attractiveness of the culture you currently reside in and are so afraid to be exiled from? Or that the efficacy of the Holy Sacrifice is not a function of how many lay people are in attendance?
Take it from me, just because something feels unpleasant to YOU does not mean that it is, by definition, bad, or not God’s will. Sometimes it is precisely what feels awful to US that is what is best for EVERYONE ELSE. Has that ever occurred to you? Probably not. Let me say it again:
Sometimes that which feels awful to us as individuals is what is best for EVERYONE ELSE, and is God’s will.
In short, get over yourself, do the right thing, and trust in God, no matter what the cost.
3. There are two ways for a person to allow themselves to be fooled: 1.) believe lies 2.) refuse to believe truth
4. I received several emails from folks in Denver who knew exactly the set of horrific post-modernist, let’s-wallow-in-ugliness-as-proof-of-our-superior-modernist-enlightenment stained glass windows that I made mention of in the “Windows and Weiners” post. They are working on achieving infamy. Well, sure enough, a breathless announcement came across the transom that those very windows have been given an award for excellence in religious architecture. So, being the monumental cynic that I am, I sought out the website for these awards, knowing – just KNOWING – that the previous winners were going to be, shall we say, not exactly conforming to the Thomistic criteria of beauty, nor to the Borromean guidelines for architecture. And I gotta tell you, that even in my profound, profound cynicism, even I was shocked at the horror, the HORROR, of what I saw.
Here is the link to the slideshow of the 2013 “award winners”. I warn you, most of this stuff is SOUL KILLING. But then, that’s the intention, isn’t it? Calling “evil”, “good”; calling “lies”, “truth”; calling “indifference”, “love”; calling “permissiveness”, “mercy”; and calling “ugliness”, “beauty”. Satan is the father of all lies, and satan’s one goal that every one of his lies is driven toward and serves is to destroy as many human souls as he can. And we play along with this because we want to be esteemed by the world. We want to “fit in”. Bottom line: if these people give you an award, you need to examine your conscience.
And it also occurred to me that this false aesthetic is highly correlated to both the Marxist paradigm (ever seen Communist or Fascist architecture? Yeah. Soul killing…) AND is also highly correlated to institutions that have been infected by sodomites and feminists. Look at all of the designer clothing houses, which have been ruled by sodomites and their “hags” for decades. They clearly despise authentic feminine beauty. Those clothes, and the models who wear them, are today, by and large, horrifically, horrifically ugly. And yet moral cripples the world over line up to pay exorbitant prices for the privilege to don these garments and publicly wallow in their ugliness. But, this was all prophesied. It’s scriptural. I just pray that some beauty survives and that they don’t destroy everything.
This is supposed to be a Tabernacle, where the Physical Substance of Our Blessed Lord is reposed.
This is also supposed to be a Tabernacle. They luxuriate in mocking Our Lord by reposing Him in the ugliest possible abode. They think it makes them cool.
This appears to be a shipping container with a neon cross affixed to it – or that is what they were going for. Because the House of The Lord should be as ugly as possible and cause sadness and despair in the hearts of those who see it, according to the enemies of God.
This is particularly evil – a wreckovation of a 16th century chapel in Spain. They tore out everything beautiful and installed horrific, jarring ugliness in its place.
4. Well, let’s end on an upbeat with a song. A pop tune, no less! As you all recall, I have always said that the best secular songs are those that COULD be heard as either God singing to man, or man singing to God. This one fits the bill as God singing to man. “Look into your heart pretty baby, is it aching with some nameless need?” Very St. Augustine. I like it. Always have. “Roll To Me” by Del Amitri.
Look around your world, pretty baby
Is it everything you’d hoped it’d be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation
The right time to roll to Me
Roll to Me
And look into your heart, pretty baby
Is it aching with some nameless need?
Is there something wrong and you can’t put your finger on it
Right then, roll to Me
And I don’t think I have ever seen
A soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through
Guess Who will be there?
So don’t try to deny it, pretty baby
You’ve been down so long you can hardly see
When the engine’s stalled and it won’t stop raining, it’s the
Right time to roll to Me
Roll to Me
Roll to Me
And I don’t think I have ever seen
A soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through
Guess Who will be there?
So look around your world, pretty baby
Is it everything you’d hoped it’d be?
The wrong guy, the wrong situation
The right time to roll to Me
The right time to roll to Me
the right time to roll to Me
