When it comes out tomorrow, paragraphs 186, 79, 302, 303 and 311 are the heart of the poison.

The rest is just a bunch of, “Oh mah gah, you guys, someone should totally DO SOMETHING about that.  Like, seriously. Someone should do something about divorce. Because, er mah gah, it is like, so… sad. And there should totally be like, less.”

It is basically 200 pages of LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!

If someone stopped you in the street, handed you a whip and gun, pointed to a stranger and said, “Torture and kill that person OR ELSE,” you would respond by inviting them to go enjoy the “Exuberance of Sodomy” with themselves.  If they persisted in the ultimatum, any morally sane person would choose the “or else” before torturing a killing a stranger.

So why all the handwringing and capitulation without so much as the slightest resistance when the “stranger” is Jesus Christ?  Do we honestly believe that a government, or even a Pope can give us permission or dispensation now that torturing and killing Christ is required in order to remain in the good graces of the state… and soon the Freemasonic-Marxist-Sodomite infested hierarchy of the Church?

Read up over at The Remnant, and consider either subscribing or giving them a straight-up donation.  Good folks. 

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand Precious Lord, lead me home

Dear Ann,

Interestingly, Francis’ last spewage, Laudato Si, was written and released in Italian – NOT Latin – to great fanfare.  Now, we go back to the Latin.  Could it be that these diabolical infiltrators went back to Latin because only in Latin would the double entendre for sodomitical buttsecks work?

And do we further believe that there wasn’t a single Latinist in the Vatican or Rome who just didn’t know, when an ex-cattle broker blogger had multiple emails from casual Latinists and Classicists pointing this out?

So now that the Pope is releasing a document titled, “The Joy of Sodomy”, are we ready to put on our man pants and finally admit that there is something very, very, very wrong?

Do we yet realize that at the moment of our Particular Judgments that Our Lord, when we say, “But I didn’t REALIZE there was anything wrong!”, will look down at us from The Cross and say:

HE RELEASED A DOCUMENT CALLED “THE JOY OF SODOMY” ghostwritten by a notorious priest who wrote a book called, “Heal Me With Your Mouth: The Art of Kissing”, and you didn’t realize there was anything wrong?  Really?  REALLY?

Here’s the Latin dictionary entry, sent in by a reader.

1.  Many thanks for all of the prayers and suggestions with regards to my chassis. I am no longer in spasm, and my gait is back to something approaching normal, and I no longer look like I am wearing a very full diaper.  But, when I sit on a hard, flat bench, my left buttbone (ischium) is touching the bench, and my right ischium is INCHES off the bench.  I have to lean and twist way over to get my right ischium to touch the seat surface, which tells me that I am still quite torqued.  But hey, just as long as the lumbar muscles aren’t in spasm.  That’s just the worst. Thank you all again for your kind concern and prayers.

2.  The top back gadget recommendation was for an inversion table, which does look rather fun and relaxing.  I think what I need to focus on though, is stretching.  I know that my hamstrings are pulling on my low back, and that can be fixed with simple stretching – which is free.  So it is on me.

3.  You all will be very happy to know that on Holy Saturday afternoon I did something very penitential: I did my review/edit of the Diabolical Narcissism video.  Yes, I sat and watched a video of myself for two hours and forty-five minutes.  Ugh.  BUT, the video is much better than I thought would be.  I was very pleased with it, and look forward to getting the video out, and then expanding on the dozens of topics that flow from it.  And also the lawsuits.  Heh.

4.  Fr. Hunwicke has weighed in on “The Joy of Sex”, which Pope Francis will pass on Friday.
Let us pray for the intentions of Russia, and for the conversion of the Pope…. (It’s funny because it’s true.)

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.

Virgin of the Annunciation, Guido Reni

Today is the Feast of the Annunciation, transferred to April 4th because March 25th, the fixed date of the feast – exactly nine months before Christmas – was Good Friday this year.  This will not happen again until the year ARSH 2157, when we will all be long dead.

And so today we celebrate the beginning of our salvation…

Many people still ask what the abbreviation “ARSH” that I use before dates means.  It stands for:
Anno
Reparatae
Salutis
Humanae
“In the Year of the Reparation of Human Salvation.”

The reparation of human salvation began when The Word, the Second Person of the Triune Godhead, became flesh in the womb of the Virgin, and was consummated 33 years later.  But we begin counting years from the beginning of our salvation, today, the INCARNATION, not the Passion and Resurrection.

I’d like to point out what the Virgin herself said of God and His Mercy at the Annunciation.  She said, “And His mercy is from generation to generations, TO THEM THAT FEAR HIM.”

God’s mercy is infinite and its depths can not be plumbed.  However, because mercy is, by definition, grief at the distress of evils experienced by another, both undeserved and deserved, if a person does not find the evil they are experiencing repugnant, but rather actively wills that the evil continue, refuses to acknowledge the evil they have committed, and even luxuriate in it and demand that others NOT grieve but rather ratify and celebrate the evil, that person is completely INELIGIBLE for mercy.

To not grieve at the sin of another, but rather ignore it, ratify it, or celebrate it, is itself grave sin, the diametrical opposite of Charity – indifference.  To paint indifference as mercy is nothing less than diabolical.  

If you are not sorry for your sin, if you are not ashamed, if you have no intention of trying to cease the evil, sinful activity, then God simply cannot extend His mercy to you, because He holds your free will sacred.  Sins are those behavioral choices that, for lack of a better term, break God’s Heart.  The Law is simply God, in His unfathomable love for us, telling us explicitly what we must do and not do in order to not break His Heart.  Filial Fear of the Lord is not wanting to break God’s Heart.

And so, when Pope Francis Bergoglio contemptuously calls believing Catholics, “Lovers of the Law”, do not, for one second, be ashamed.  Contempt for the Law is indifference to Christ. The Psalms are filled with declarations of love for the Law because the Law is God’s love letter to mankind, telling us how best to love Him and be close to Him.

People who knowingly sin with no sorrow, no guilt, no shame and no intention of stopping have no filial fear of God, and may even be guilty of the worst sin there is:  Presuming upon His Mercy – that is, sinning boldly without compunction because “Christ HAS to forgive me, so I might as well do whatever I want.  If He wants to hang on the Cross and take my sins, I’ll do what I damn-well please, and then hold Him to the contract.”  This is the essence and pinnacle of psychopathy.

If you would like to read further thoughts on this, I recommend THIS OUTSTANDING PIECE from Unam Sanctam, and you might also revisit my essays, “The One About FEAR OF THE LORD” and“We Should Be Ashamed.”

I hope this helps.

Magnificat anima mea Dominum,
My soul doth magnify the Lord

et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo,
and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior

quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae.
Because He hath regarded the humility of His handmaid

Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes,
For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est,
For He that is mighty hath done great things to me,

et sanctum nomen eius,
and holy is His Name,

et misericordia eius a progenies et progenies
And His mercy is from generation to generations

timentibus eum.
to them that fear Him.

Fecit potentiam in brachio suo,
He hath showed might in His arm,

dispersit superbos mente cordis sui;
He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart;

deposuit potentes de sede
He hath put down the mighty from their seat

et exaltavit humiles;
and hath exalted the humble;

esurientes implevit bonis
He hath filled the hungry with good things

et divites dimisit inanes.
and the rich He hath sent away empty.

Suscepit Israel puerum suum,
He hath received Israel His servant,

recordatus misericordiae suae,
being mindful of His mercy,

sicut locutus est ad patres nostros,
As He spoke to our fathers,

Abraham et semini eius in saecula.
to Abraham and to his seed forever.

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper et in seacula saeculorum. Amen.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand Latinists and four out of five dentists agree: the title of the soon-upcoming post-synodal exhortation ghost-written by the raging faggot Victor Manuel Fernandez (author of that classic favorite, “Heal Me With Your Mouth: The Art of Kissing” – I poop you negative) titled “Amoris Laetitiae” can be translated equally as “The Joy of Love”, but also EQUALLY as “The Joy of Sex”.  Yep.  In classical Latin, the word “Amoris” was used very, very commonly to mean “sex”.

They’re rubbing it in our faces.  Don’t kid yourselves.

I think others will be weighing in on this in more detail.  I shall update when they do….

Archbishop Victor Manuel Fernandez, Bergoglio’s ghostwriter, and new image of Narcissus. You can’t make this stuff up.

New tagline sign-off on everything I will say or write:

“Furthermore, I consider that islam must be destroyed.”

I am going to add this as a footer to my email, I encourage you to do the same.

I am going to add this to every post I make here, and every article I write for other people.

I am going to start saying this – and I’m not joking – in my daily conversations out and about.  I recommend you all do the same.

Someone should sell bumper stickers that say, “Islam Must Be Destroyed”.  I can’t, but someone should.

This is a variant on Cato the Elder’s constant rhetorical sign-off, “Carthago delenda est”, which means “Carthage must be destroyed”.  This is actually a simplification of this phrase, “Ceterum autem censeo Carthaginem esse delendam” (English: “Furthermore, (moreover) I consider that Carthage must be destroyed”).

Cato would say this at the conclusion of every speech or statement.  He said it ALL. DAY. EVERY. DAY.  He used this tagline even when what he was addressing had nothing whatever to do with Carthage.

Islam MUST be destroyed.  Anything less is suicidal, effeminate insanity.  This satanic political system must be wiped from the face of the earth.  Not contained, not tolerated, not quarantined, not “reformed”, not compromised with, not dialogued with, and encountered only for the sole purpose of destroying it.

Islam must be destroyed first for the well-being of those outside of it, but also so that the people stuck inside of it could be freed from its satanic grip.  We fought the Nazis in WWII first to liberate those nations being attacked and conquered by the Third Reich, BUT ALSO TO LIBERATE THE GERMAN PEOPLE THEMSELVES.

Furthermore, I consider that islam must be destroyed.

Let us review The Barnhardt Axiom

One.

More.

Time.

The culture has degraded such that seeking and/or holding office, especially national-level office, is, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office.

Okay.  Do you all understand that I’m not rooting for any of these psychopaths? I would make a joke here that the only thing I’m rooting for is casualties, but I think we are too close to actual bloodshed for that to be funny.  I see on Drudge right now that there is an anti-Trump traffic blockade in Phoenix.  Too bad no one saw or sees fit to do anything like that over the cult of child sacrifice or sodomy.

Day after day I see people – intelligent people – pulling their hair out trying to defend this or that candidate and trying to make sense of all of this, and I just shake my head.  I have been saying these things for years, but maybe NOW if I say them again, a few more people will “get it”.

I don’t support any candidate for President of the United States because THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA NO LONGER EXISTS. The United States WAS a Constitutional Republic.  This monstrosity is in no way, shape or form a Republic, under the Constitution.  It is a straight-up oligarchy.  The country I was born in NO LONGER EXISTS.  And since I am a person who ACTUALLY BELIEVES WHAT SHE BELIEVES, when you ask me, “Who do you support for President?”, in order to be INTELLECTUALLY CONSISTENT, I can only respond with another question:

PRESIDENT OF WHAT???

Further, as I have been screeching for going on eight years now, all of this political stuff, especially presidential politics, is totally, totally fake.  It is Kabuki Theater.  It is scripted theater designed to “entertain” and mollify the class of people whose IQs are 15-20 higher than the people watching Ballroom Dancing with Honey BooBoo or whatever the hell is on TeeVee these days. And to make enormous amounts of money for the oligarch players and their toadies.

It occurred to me a couple of days ago what it all is.  It’s EXACTLY the same business model as Professional Wrestling.  EXACTLY.

Thirty years ago when I was a kid, I used to watch WWF wrestling.  I remember the big stars of that period were Hulk Hogan, Randy “Macho Man” Savage, The Ultimate Warrior, Ravishing Rick Rude, The Honkey Tonk Man, Andre the Giant, etc.  I also remember that there were characters called “managers”.  Jimmy Hart, Mr. Fuji, The Million Dollar Man, Miss Elizabeth, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.  There were also “color commentators”, Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Mean Gene Okerlund, Gorilla Monsoon, and Bobby “The Brain” Heenan.

There was mobility between these classifiations, and commenters would become managers, and sometimes managers would wrestle, or at least physically involve themselves in the match.  Also, wrestlers would “change sides” and go from being a “heel” to being a good guy, and then back again – like Randy “Macho Man” Savage.

And it was all fake.  It was all scripted. It was pure entertainment for children and low-IQ adults.  In the adult category there were the adults who were smart enough to know it was fake, but enjoyed the spectacle and the soap-operaesque storylines.  Then there were the adults who were so stupid that they truly believed it was real.  And there were a BUNCH of those.  I remember one of the Wrestlemanias filled the Pontiac Superdome.  And I remember the reportage on how much money the then-nascent Pay-Per-View paradigm would rake in for the WWF as people would pay fifty bucks to watch Wrestlemania live on Pay-Per-View.  It was a massively lucrative business model.

You all need to understand that the Professional Wrestling model that I just described is precisely what this Presidential campaign crap is.  Why don’t I comment on it?  Because it is fake, scripted and choreographed. I’d sooner write commentary and analysis on Professional Wrestling.  Hey man, Andre the Giant was cool to let Hulk Hogan bodyslam him and win the “match” because he made hella money either way.  Vince McMahon came up with the storyline for Andre the Giant to turn “heel” and there was a huge buildup between him and Hogan, and then it culminated in Wrestlemania 4 or whatever, and everyone got a percent of the take.

Donald Trump had Hillary Clinton sit in the front row of his most recent “wedding” – in the place of honor where his dead parents would have sat.

Ted Cruz’ wife is a Goldman Sachs executive, and as Karl Denninger reported just recently, Cruz got massive sweetheart loans FROM GOLDMAN SACHS to finance his campaign.  Ted Cruz also appears onstage with the most vile kind of faux-Christian charlatans, of which his own father is one, preaching some truly satanic “gospel of prosperity” shit, and claiming that God has spoken to them about Cruz’ “anointing”.  Yeah, it’s funny how when God was talking to these jackals, He didn’t say a word about how maybe Ted Cruz’ wife shouldn’t be taking a paycheck from nor Ted himself getting sweetheart loans from THE VAMPIRE SQUID.

Nope.  Not a word.  Hmmmmmm.

Oh, and as an aside, but for the record, let me explain something about “speaking in tongues”.  Speaking in Tongues is NOT babbling and then claiming that one has just spoken in a long-extinct language.  No, that’s called CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT.  Speaking in tongues is one of two things.  It is either when a person speaks to another person or people in a language they do not know.  For example, if I went to China, and miraculously started speaking to Chinese people in perfect, unaccented Mandarin Chinese, presumably so that I could tell them about Jesus Christ and His Holy Church, THAT would be speaking in tongues.  The other form is if I got up in front of a group of people from all over the world, and while I perceived myself to be speaking naturally in English, every person there heard me IN THEIR OWN MOTHER TONGUE.  Again, babbling in an “extinct language” that no one understands (because it is actually just gibberish) is NOT the gift of the Holy Spirit of speaking in tongues.  It is CARNIVAL BARKER BULLSHIT, and it really, really pisses me off.

So here’s a YouTube of a WWF wresting show from the 80s.  I was struck by the similarity of the “news desk” set that Bobby Heenan and Gorilla Monsoon sit behind, with their fake, scripted antagonism and bickering (they were actually extremely close friends offstage).  And then there are the segments where the Candidate, er, excuse me, Wrestler delivers a monologue, and then there are the debates, er, excuse me, I mean MATCHES, which are, again, 100% scripted and choreographed.  I look at this and I think, “My gosh, they have templated all of this political entertainment off of the Pro Wresting model.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdjEdL4hjlM

Trump and Clinton are almost certainly in cahoots and wrote this script long ago, I suspect.  Trump is going to make a cool couple of billion off of this, and probably doesn’t want anything to do with playing the role of “POTUS”.  The White House is a shitheap compared to Mar-a-Lago.   And, for those of you who actually believe that Trump is going to actually build a wall across the border, or do ANYTHING that he is talking about, I just don’t know what to say.  The guy is a total hack who has used Bankruptcy as a tool, and would have made more money if he had taken his nine-figure inheritance and plowed it into an S&P Index fund and never touched it.  He is a showman and a carney.  IF he becomes fake “president” of whatever you want to call this Godforsaken “Criminal Gang”, as St. Augustine so aptly put it, you’re going to start hearing a lot about “The Art of the Deal”, and how compromise is ESSENTIAL – in other words, how all that stuff he duped all of you with is simply “impossible”.  How can you not see this?  This is faker than the fake “two count” pins that the wrestlers and “referee” would do in the ring.

And back to Cruz, Lindsey Graham is now fundraising for Cruz. What does THAT tell you?

It is all fake, just like Professional Wrestling, except the consequences are deathly, deathly serious, and it is these fake-ass conartists that you all are looking to to protect you from THIS, which I can assure you are very, very real. If you refuse to acknowledge those things in this world that are real, and instead embrace as real the things that are pure fabrications for your entertainment and mollification, well, you will do this without my company or participation. I’d sooner write commentary on Randy “Macho Man” Savage and Hulk Hogan.

NOT professional wrestling.