Apparently Antipope Bergoglio was hauled to the hospital in an ambulance yesterday with lung and heart issues. If it weren’t serious they would have either driven him in a car, or had doctors come to the Vatican.

Yes, he’s absolutely revolting, but NO sin or life of sin is too much for God’s Infinite Mercy.

IF Bergoglio is the False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist, the Anti John the Baptist, even he could repent and go down in history as an inverse of Judas Iscariot. Jorge Mario Bergoglio doesn’t HAVE to go to hell, even after everything he has done. No one ever HAS to go to hell. Hell is a choice. Antipope Bergoglio could still choose God before he dies. Let’s pray that he does.

Q:  What do the sodomites-transvestites want?  What is their endgame?  They already have their “faux-marriage”, they are clearly a de facto protected “victim class”.  They carry on openly with not only no pushback or protest, but are actively praised for their psychoses and depravity.  What is their endgame?

A:  They want nothing less than the entire world to declare that GOD IS WRONG, AND THEY ARE RIGHT.  And if God is “wrong” then God is not God, and the sodomites-transvestites are actually superior to God, and have been victims of an inferior being all this time.

I would point out a fascinating bit of exegesis regarding the events of Genesis Chapter 19 – Sodom and Gomorrah.

When the two angels had entered into Lot’s house, and “the men of the city beset the house both young and old, all the people together” (verse 4), the point of the gathering wasn’t primarily gang rape.  Think about it.  Sodom was a city of non-trivial size.  That mob didn’t show up with the expectation of every man in the city being able to rape the two men lodging in Lot’s house.  They were probably hoping for the two lodgers to be brought out, and perhaps instigating an orgy among them.

To see what their primary motive was, look at verse 9:

But they said: Get thee back thither. And again: Thou camest in, said they, as a stranger, was it to be a judge? therefore we will afflict thee more than them.

The mob of Sodom arrived at Lot’s house in order to demand that both Lot and his two guests RATIFY THE SODOMITES’ SEXUAL PERVERSION. They were there to demand ideological conformity, preferably by PARTICIPATION in perverse genital acts.  Remember the 4-step progression of what evil demands: Toleration, Acceptance, Ratification, Participation.

Look at the words they use… WAS IT TO BE A JUDGE?

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose.

So, the objective of all sodomites, and especially of the vile wretches that have infiltrated The Church, and are now swiftly erecting their Antichurch with the objective of replacing the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church is, as I have said for years now, rooted in a hatred of God Himself.

They seek nothing less than demanding that all Catholics, and eventually all people, under the fraudulent obedience they so desperately want to convince the Church is due to the criminal Antipope Bergoglio, to cry out, “God is wrong and has been wrong all along, and you (the sodomites-transvestites) are right, and have been right all along!” 

In doing this, they think that they will be dethroning God, and enthroning “enlightened man”, and then eventually “the great illuminator” himself, satan.

Let no man deceive you by any means, for unless there come a revolt first, and the man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition, who opposeth, and is lifted up above all that is called God, or that is worshipped, so that he sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself as if he were God.
2 Thessalonians 2: 3-4

The person on the far right, with a mustache, is a woman who has mutilated her body with surgeries and hormones in order to masquerade as a male. The woman on the far left masquerades as the woman’s “wife”.

This is one of my favorite pieces of secular music, an instrumental bluegrass cover of Jimmy Buffett’s “A Pirate Looks at 40”. The problem is that the narcissist Boomer poster child Jimmy Buffett’s original lyrics are insufferable morally decrepit drivel about smuggling drugs and other pathetic Boomer debauchery. But the melody is absolutely gorgeous. The song needs wholesome new lyrics written for it. I’ve never even attempted poetry, but someday I should take a crack at it. Who knows? I might be a poet… and not even know it!

So, for today, inspired by my packing, I merely rechristen this song, “Bubblewrap Blues”. Enjoy.

Over the transom, this. Do you remember my recent post on the video of the woman walking down the street, simply being reasonably well-dressed and getting stared-at?

Well, THIS… female… doesn’t like it one bit.

I grew up thinking wearing a short skirt, or going braless or showing cleavage means I’m asking for attention, people won’t take me seriously, or men will take it as an invitation or make assumptions about me. It has taken me years to unpack this and realise that underwire shouldn’t be the reason someone respects me or thinks I’m hot.

Speaking of the naked truth, posted because context here is essential: the angry author:

This poor, poor gal.

I’m not so cruel so as to leave you without an offset, so here is the final installation of Ann’s Dresses:

Funny story about the white dress. I wore it to Mass one Sunday last summer with my big green hat, and a young male friend was in town visiting. As we stopped into a spot for a post-Mass refreshment, a man sitting outside offered us his warmest congratulations on having just been married. On a Sunday at 12:30pm, with me in a big green hat. I guess these days ANY solid white dress seems like a wedding dress to most people.

I took an obligatory picture of my “wedding ensemble”. 🤣 And yes, I use beautiful costume jewelry pins to raise and secure the neckline of dresses just a bit.

When one assists at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the Venerable Gregorian Rite, commonly called “the Traditional Mass”, one of the very first things you notice are THE HANDS.  Both the priest AND the servers in the sanctuary hold their hands as a default posture in what is called the “Orans” position.  “Orans” is a Latin term meaning “one who is praying or pleading”.  We all know it and do it almost, and perhaps literally, instinctively. It is the posture of holding both of your hands in front of you, roughly at the sternum with the palms together, fingers outstretched, and thumbs crossed, right thumb over left thumb. Sometimes the fingers are laced, but in the Sanctuary, the fingers of the priest and servers are almost always straight.

Like I said, this posture is ubiquitous.  Do a web search of “praying hands”, “praying figurine”, “praying man”, and you will see the Orans posture across the board. Here is an image from a book on serving The Mass for lads showing the proper Orans position.  Citation on the Servers Orans position HERE. Excellent little reference page for Altar Servers of all ages.  Worth a bookmark.

It bears mentioning that the Orans position with the hands approximately one foot apart is ONLY to be done by the priest, as at the Preface and the Pater Noster.  The fad of the past 50+ years of having the laity assume the priestly Orans (palms apart) during the Lord’s Prayer is an illiceity designed to blur the distinction between the the priesthood and the laity, which is to say to denigrate the priesthood.

Before the consecration, the priest’s fingers are extended – after the consecration, to protect from any loss of particles of the Host on the priest’s fingers until his fingers are purified in the Ablutions, the priest diligently holds his thumb and forefinger tips together in every hand posture. EVERYTHING has meaning and significance.

The Servers Orans position. This is the default position of the hands while serving the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and in the Sanctuary in general.

When one sees a lad or a man who is just learning how to serve the Mass, and has not been told how to hold his hands and thus is seen walking, standing or kneeling with his hands hanging at his sides, or even held together down in front of his pelvic area, it is jarring and distracting.  How to hold one’s hands in the Sanctuary should be the very first thing a lad or man is taught, because even if the neophyte server makes a mistake, he will always be properly comported, and can receive instruction of correction from the priest, emcee or senior server possibly without any of the faithful realizing it, and certainly not being jarred into distraction by an irreverent posture.

Well, this little jaunt down Rubric Road is all well and good, but what is the point?  The point is the answer to the question WHY is the Orans posture what it is? Why isn’t the Orans posture to hold one’s hands at one’s sides, or on one’s hips, or grasping one’s head? What does the Orans posture symbolize or demonstrate?  What does the Orans posture MEAN?

The answer is, it means PERFECT HUMILITY – the opposite of pride, and this is why it is the default position in the Sanctuary and for all Liturgical functions.

But WHY does this posture signify perfect humility?  Ah, let’s do an experiment.  Put both hands in front of you at chest height.  Now, touch the insides of your wrists together.  You know this posture.  This is the posture of a man in fetters, manacles or handcuffs, or submitting himself to have fetters, manacles or handcuffs placed upon him. Yes, when the priest and servers in the Sanctuary hold their hands in the Orans position, this signifies that they have freely chosen to be slaves to Christ – they are offering their hands to be bound by the Lord.  Now go back to our “handcuff” position from above.  Hands in front of you, insides of your wrists touching.  Now, lace your fingers together.  This is the posture of PLEADING.  In order to plead, one MUST be humble before the one being pled to, whether it be God, or a person.

Makes sense, right?  There is nothing more awesome than the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.  No one is worthy to offer it, or even serve it.  So, the only possible posture is one of total self-humbling, to communicate with one’s body, “I AM CHRIST’S SLAVE!”  Now, most western post-Christian men blanch at the notion of “being a slave” to anyone or any thing – even God.  How can it be wrong, bad or not in one’s very best interests to freely choose to have God Almighty, Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ as one’s Master?  How can it be anything other than incomprehensibly GOOD to be enslaved to PERFECT, INFINITE LOVE HIMSELF? Being a slave to Jesus Christ is INFINITELY BETTER than being the master of anything.

If Lucifer told God, “Non serviam,” that is, “I will not serve,” then what MUST our answer to God be? “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

Now, let us look at some helpful counter-examples from Antipope Bergoglio himself.  Oh yes.  They are myriad – or should I say… LEGION.

First, let’s compare Pope Benedict XVI when he was announced as the Vicar of Christ on Earth back in ARSH 2005.  Note how his hands keep coming back to being clasped in front of him.  Knowing what we now know about the true meaning of the Orans posture and of displaying your hands in front of you as offering your hands to be bound in servitude, watch this with fresh eyes.  Pope Benedict tries to wave to the crowd, but JUST KEEPS COMING BACK to the posture of hands in front of him.  This isn’t Pope Benedict saying, “I won,” it is Pope Benedict gesticulating to the crowd, “Bind my hands. I am God’s servant, and thus your servant.” The timestamp is 2:48, but I think the embed should start at that point automatically. The Italian commentator even says at 3:14, “Ecco questo gesto con le mani.” “Look at (behold) this gesture with the hands.” Indeed.  Watch this, and every time Pope Ratzinger does the clasped hands gesture say, “I am your servant.”  The point becomes clear.

Now, watch this Diabolical Narcissist PSYCHOPATH.  This is a monster, drinking deep from the cup of power, surveying all the “useful idiots” that will “love him, and despair”.  Look at the hands.  Down at the sides.  No humility.  Only pride bellowing out at the world, “I’m in charge here!” Knowing what we know now, the signs were all there from literally the first seconds of this foul wretch Antipope usurping and squatting upon the See of Peter of what he was.

But remember, the reason why Bergoglio is an Antipope is because Pope Benedict’s attempted bifurcation of the papacy and “partial resignation” of only the “ministry of the active governance of the Church, and NOT the Petrine Office, was invalid due to “Substantial Error” per Canon 188, not anything Antipope Bergoglio has done.  The issue is February 28, ARSH 2013, NOT March 13th, ARSH 2013.  This is just an interesting illustration of Antipope Bergoglio’s glaringly visible luciferian pride, malignity and an illustration of how and why the carriage of the hands matters, and what it communicates.

But wait.  There’s more.  Perhaps you remember this horror from ARSH 2013.  Antipope Bergoglio went downstairs into the grottoes beneath St. Peter’s Basilica where many Popes are buried. There was a lad server there, and the wretched, wretched Antipope when he saw the lad server standing with his hands in the Orans position literally pried his hands apart and said to him in Italian, “Are your hands bound together?  It seems like they’re stuck.”

Filthy wretch.  He literally tried to convince the boy to join Lucifer in his cry, “I WILL NOT SERVE.”  The despicable apostate Antipope was trying to create another prideful narcissist storm trooper for satan’s army.

Let’s all, clergy and laity, take Antipope Bergoglio’s question and make it a point of departure for a meditation when we assist at Mass, serve in the Sanctuary, or for the priestly readers, even offer the Holy Sacrifice. And for those of you who have lads that serve, or who train lads to serve, PLEASE, PLEASE EXPLAIN things to them.  Absolutely EVERYTHING in the Traditional Mass is SATURATED with meaning.  Nothing is random.  Show them how to properly hold their hands, and then PLEASE explain WHY. And if you are a priest, remind them that you hold your hands in the same way for the same reason. The greatest producer of vocations is the Liturgy itself, but only so long as the demonic spirit of incommunication is thwarted and lads and young men are told all of the whats, whys and wherefores of what they are doing.

Likewise, as we laymen approach the Communion rail, we too should hold our hands in the Orans posture both coming and going.  You don’t sidle up to Holy Communion like you are walking through a mall, or getting ready to board a roller coaster. You don’t go up to Communion with Our Blessed Lord with your hands in your pockets, or with your hands all over your spouse, or with your arms crossed. Remember those sweet nuptial words from Ephesians 5: 24-25

Therefore as the Church is subject to Christ, so also let the wives be to their husbands in all things. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ also loved the Church, and delivered himself up for it.
-Ephesians 5: 24-25

Finally, one last image for you.  If you have ever been to Rome, you might have visited the church of Santa Prassede, just a few feet from St. Mary Major.  It is hidden on a back street, and would be easy to miss.  Inside this church is the very pillar at which Our Lord was scourged.  The top is broken off, but it is only about three feet high. It is not a full-height column as often depicted in art.

If you have ever watched Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ, you surely remember the Scourging scene, and that Our Lord was depicted being manacled to a short pillar.  Think of this when you go to Mass.  Assume the Orans posture exactly as Our Lord did when He went to the Pillar to be whipped until He was skinned for my sins and for yours. When you join your hands in prayer, remember that Jesus Christ, Almighty God, “took the form of a slave” for you, and held out His hands to be shackled to the Pillar.  Not only should we “take the form of a slave” for Him, we should literally BE His slaves, and submit ourselves entirely to His sweet yoke.

So…are YOUR hands bound together?

YES.  I AM CHRIST’S SLAVE!

I hope this helps.

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It’s been a while since I’ve given any sort of personal update. As I have mentioned previously, I am moving the proverbial “Van Down by the River”, and moving day fast approaches. I’ve been in the same “parking spot” for 6.5 years, but the winds have changed and it is definitely time to go. My primary motive for moving is UNFETTERED AND UNINTERRUPTED ACCESS TO THE MASS AND SACRAMENTS IN THE VENERABLE GREGORIAN RITE. Where I am going, the Mass will NOT be changed or altered, and can only be stopped – literally – by men with guns. After every Mass, one of my prayer petitions for YEARS has been, “May I always be able to accurately see and recognize the One True Church, visible in terrifying eclipse, and keep me within easy walking distance of daily Mass in the Gregorian Rite.” Our Lord has answered my prayer, and done it in advance of any possible liturgical wars that might unfold in the coming weeks and months. I am beautifully PRE-positioned for perfect continuity. There will be no scrambling.

Secondarily, as has happened to me multiple times now, Our Lord positively rolled out the red carpet for me – and when He rolls out the red carpet for you, WALK IT. No angst, no drama, no second-guessing. Just do it, trust in the Divine Providence, in fact, ABANDON YOURSELF to the Divine Providence, and everything will be more than fine. As we hear at the conclusion of each meditation in the Stations of the Cross by St. Alphonsus Ligouri, “Grant that I may love Thee always, and then do with me what Thou wilt.” Say it, mean it, live it.

Thirdly, the place that I am moving into is old construction that has been totally remodeled and is perfectly suited to SURVIVABILITY. The building can be functional WITHOUT PUBLIC GRID ELECTRICITY, and has zero natural gas. Wood can service almost everything. It also has considerable defended space with highly fertile soil and sunlight. It’s time, folks. It’s time.

Fourth, my monthly outlays for rent are actually going to be slightly reduced as I move from an urban setting back to a quasi-rural setting, which will be most welcome right now, as I’m sure we all agree.

So, I’m in hardcore packing mode right now. It actually feels really good to purge old stuff, give stuff away (I’ve given tons of decades-old clothes away as I’m now all about the 1950s dresses that I’ve mentioned here recently), and contemplating WHY I put all of that JUNK in drawers over the years. As in literal trash. Why do we do this? Why do we save garbage? It seems very allegorical, somehow.

I’m not sure if the WiFi will be up and running when I arrive at the new place, but I will definitely be able to post to the blog using 4G signal through my phone. So blog posts will continue, but we probably won’t record Barnhardt Podcast 189 until after I’m settled and the WiFi in the house is on. Speaking of which, thanks to the podcast listeners who email in with kind requests for “the next episode”. I was saying to Nurse Claire the other day that it STILL, after nearly six years, doesn’t fully sink in that thousands and thousands of people genuinely enjoy Supernerd and me sitting around and shootin’ the breeze. I’m flattered and grateful.

SPEAKING OF GRATITUDE, I don’t say “thank you” as much as I should because I just hate bringing up money at all. It’s so CRINGE, as the kids say. I’ll never get used to the whole “donation” paradigm, and I still pray for some sort of situation to develop such that I can take the donation button down forever. But, that’s in the hands of the Infant Jesus of Prague, who is in charge of my finances. For now, the donation button must remain. I have the moving costs in hand and safely secured in a mayonnaise jar. I went ahead and hired pros to do it, plus I get a ride in the truck to the new place, which is huge since I no longer mess with owning cars. Right now my priority in terms of finances is to pre-pay as much rent as possible (I’d like to be at least six-months forward on rent) AND to stack as much cash as possible. I know it’s just a matter of time before I am totally canceled from being able to engage in any mainstream financial transactions. Read my thoughts on sodomy lately? Yeah….

Eleven years ago when I quit the futures brokerage business, I wasn’t exactly worried about my future (I’m not a big worrier no matter what), but I had absolutely no idea how good my life was about to get, especially given a 95% reduction in income. Yes, you read that right – a 95% reduction. It’s too soon to “release the memoirs”, but as I have said before, I’m quite sure that I have one of the highest qualities of life of anyone on earth today, and that includes, perhaps most especially, during the two years of de facto house arrest. When the memoirs are published, you’ll want to skip directly to the chapter on “Holy Week of ARSH 2020” and read that first. And it is all due to the astounding and consistent munificence of YOU, the readers and listeners of the Barnhardt blog and Podcast.

Money is a proxy for man’s capacity to labor, produce and create through time. Every dollar that comes into my hand from you is a piece of your life, and piece of your time, a piece of your labor, a piece of your talent, A PIECE OF YOUR HEART. Instead of directing that to your family, your friends, or your neighbors, you are freely choosing to give a piece of yourself to me, who is for the vast majority of you, a stranger that you will never meet in person on this earth. And you are moved to do this just because I talk on the internet. It’s absolutely mind-blowing. No one owes me anything, I am entitled to absolutely nothing. Speaking obvious truths and doing the right thing is NOT heroic – it is baseline human behavior. I have made my choices in life, made my proverbial bed to sleep in, and anything I receive from you is completely gratuitous.

What thanks can I give? I can only think of two things: to have the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass offered daily for my benefactors and supporters for as long as I live, and the commitment to keep going here on the blog and on the Podcast for as long as physically possible. When the internet goes away, or I get tossed in a gulag, well, so be it. Thanks to you, I will have had one heckuva run. Hopefully the Ivermectin dosage tables and other things are sufficiently dispersed to not require my survival online.

All I can say is, Thank You. Including to my enemies and people who have decided that they hate me, for whatever various and sundry reasons. I pray for my enemies every day, and once you’re on the Barnhardt donor-supporter list, you’re there forever, no matter what. Nobody gets scratched, ever. Nobody.

Now, I need to go to buy some boxes and bubble wrap. May God, from whom all blessing flow, bless you and keep you and yours.

In Christo Mariaque-
Ann