The man who jumps on top of the unconscious bull rider, shields him with his own body, and takes a direct hit from the raging bull is the rider’s FATHER.
The Father didn’t hide behind the fence and impotently and effeminately mewl that there was nothing he or anyone could do, and that everyone should just calm down and passively wait for the bull to go away.
He called upon the Name of the Lord as he instantly acted, possibly and knowingly risking severe injury up to laying down his own life in order to protect his son.
Patches currently being worn by the Israeli Defense Forces (IDF) shows “Greater Israel” (sic) as a landmass which includes areas of Egypt – with full control of the $u€z Cana£ – all of Jordan, all of Lebanon, most of Syria, the western half of Iraq, the northern third of Saudi Arabia, all of Kuwait, and a small piece of Turkish territory.
This picture was taken twelve years ago today while I was on my pilgrimage to Rome. I’m looking at the side altar of St. Philip Neri, unaware at the time that he would soon become my personal patron, if he wasn’t already, unbeknownst to me.
It seems like just yesterday, and a lifetime ago. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me and for all of us who love Him in the next twelve years. I look forward to meeting all of the friends I haven’t met yet, and to many new adventures.
But most of all, I’m just grateful to the Most Holy Trinity (beautifully depicted in the high altarpiece) for the miracle that is my life, and for the Divine Providence bringing me into His One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church, outside of which there is no salvation.
St. Philip Neri, pray for us!
Holy Trinity, One God, have mercy on us!
“Hold on to your hat, Girl. Things are about to get VERY interesting….”
The DeepState/Freemasonic stooges and their pathetic, gormless mewlings in support of the Bergoglian Antipapacy, attempting to refute both Dr. Mazza’s mountain of work, and objective, observable reality, at this point remind me of a serpent being dispatched by a honey badger. It’s fun to watch.
Do you see how this works? If he needs conversion, he’s not Catholic. If he’s not Catholic, he can hardly be the visible head of the outfit he doesn’t belong to.
The thing about this here antipapacy is its utter obviousness. A true Pope cannot teach heresy in matters of faith and morals. Bergoglio has, multiple times. A true Pope is supernaturally protected from doing any such thing. The other thing about this antipapacy is that it is the first time an antipope has NOT been Catholic.
Bishop Strickland says that “Pope Francis” is “Leading souls into darkness…” well, yes and no. Yes he is leading souls into darkness, Excellency, but so are you by claiming Bergoglio is true Pope. Instead, you should be pointing out that a true Pope is incapable of leading souls into darkness. Good grief.
What is everyone so afraid of? “Pope Francis” has no more authority than that week-old potato salad in the back of your fridge. Toss that crap out.
Do we pray for Bergoglio’s conversion? Of course! We are Catholic, and we owe him that. He needs to convert to Catholicism, publicly confess his crimes, and renounce the seat he has illegally usurped and never validly occupied.
Read this, and let your laughter be the laughter of confidence. This movie is going to backfire BIGLY.
These demon faggots think we’re going to try to hide this. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. This is a gift. And yes, they’re all so lacking in self-awareness or any sort of tactical vision that they don’t even see their own glorious embarrassment.
Can you imagine Trad Catholics appearing on No Agenda, Tucker and Rogan and just shredding this with laughter AND catechizing at the same time?
I can. I can see it happening easily. 😁
The key is to get good people who aren’t batpoop crazy and are good communicators front and center. Easier said than done, but still very doable. Let’s goooooooo!!
Del Amitri is a Scottish band that had a moment of one-hit-wonderfullness in ‘95 with “Roll To Me”. Just a great, catchy, optimistic, toe-tapping, clean song.
For the next week I’ll be moving to a new, bigger, better place just a few blocks away, but still, all my junk has to be moved. It’s so close that I’m not even using movers. I’m doing it on foot using a pull-cart, and in a few loads in friends’ SUVs. Man, not owning furniture is really wonderful, if you can rent a furnished place, which I’m blessed to be able to do. The biggest blessing of this new place is that it’s for the same rent rate, which I can’t hardly believe, considering the upgrade. The decision to move was a complete no-brainer.
Daily meme posts will continue uninterrupted over at BarnhardtMemes.com , but there will be no Podcast this week, and blogposts might be a bit sparse. We’ll see how efficient I am at packing and dragging. 💪🏻
Here are two songs about moving and home, Hank Snow’s “I’m Movin’ On” and Sam Cooke (with Lou Rawls singing harmony) on “Bring It On Home”. Enjoy!
