Urgent warning: THIS is what happens when men love their wives and raise their sons. THIS is what Antipope Bergoglio and the Antichurch literally want to wipe from the face of the Earth.
Shut up. I ain’t cryin’. You cryin’.
Precious moments ❤️ Mother and father receiving blessings from their newly ordained son Cedric Cortes FSSP. Video Courtesy: Janina Cortes pic.twitter.com/x6Of85MvaV
— Sachin Jose (@Sachinettiyil) June 2, 2022
(In all seriousness, I would strongly encourage my secular and non-Catholic readership to post this. You don’t really need to comment, other than maybe to point out that this is Traditional Latin Mass – not “mainstream” or even “conservative” (shudder) – Catholicism. THIS is what we need to be driving back towards – a grown heterosexual man sobbing in gratitude that his legitimate son will call down and hold the physical and substantial Real Presence of God in his hands, and raise the dead back to life in the Sacrament of Confession as the vicarious representative of Christ, and do it in full piety, not as an infiltrator. This is the ultimate accomplishment for a husband and father. Señor Cortes did good, and he WON. He won BIG.)
Memths. Tho many fabulouth memths.
Mailbag: St. Philip Neri on… Naomi Judd?
One of the huge problems in today’s dark, fallen world is the toxic spiritual poison of “psychology”. The entire point of “psychology” is to deny the reality of and guilt imparted by sin. Psychology is the dark art of finding an excuse for every sin under the sun. EVERYTHING has an excuse, because if there is an excuse, then there is no sin. Remember how the Uvalde demoniac’s mother was quoted the next day as saying, “Don’t judge my son. I’m sure he had his reasons.” He had an “excuse”. Riiiiiight.
Here’s what we aren’t allowed to say, but St. Philip said it over 400 years ago: “depression” – a modern term invented by “psychology”, is really just excessive sadness rooted in the deadliest of sins: PRIDE. Humble people are happy, and are sad only when it is situationally and affectively appropriate. When Lazarus died, Jesus wept.
Prideful people tend strongly toward “depression”. Look at the post-Christian west, its culture, and the use of “anti-depressants”, both prescription, illegal, and things like alcohol. Prescription anti-depressants are just tarted-up stimulants, like cocaine (an upper), and alcohol (a mood-enhancing downer). SSRI’s and Benzodiazepines change brain chemistry, as does cocaine, as does alcohol. But it’s all just a way of dodging the problem: THE SIN OF PRIDE.
Look at how many sex perverts are drugged and boozed to the gills … and eventually commit suicide. It’s no coincidence that as so-called “pride” in sodomy and transvestitism goes parabolic, so does the “depression” and suicide among the self-appellated “Out-and-Proud”.
Here’s the letter, just over the transom. Fantastic.
Let’s stop calling it “depression” and call it what it is: “prideful excessive sadness.”
St. Philip Neri, Apostle of Joy, pray for us!
Hi Ann and Supernerd,
I enjoyed your podcast. I ran across this quote this morning at The Thinking Housewife and it reminded me of Naomi Judd:
“Excessive sadness seldom springs from any other source than pride.”
— St. Philip Neri
My take on these women who surgically tinker with their appearance is that most of them were very beautiful “in the day”, and have so wrapped their identity up in their appearance that they cannot accept the inevitable “ravages of age”. We see this over and over, with wealthy men and women in the “entertainment” industry. I have seen everyday women, very pretty when young, having great difficulty accepting age gracefully, letting go of what is ephemeral and gone, and taking hold of what is Real.
I have come to understand that the cliche of the old person who finds God is not so much fear of death, as it is being stripped of external distractions and trappings that allow us to ignore the time ticking by. Family and friends often do not want to risk upsetting these people and will feed into their fruitless pursuits of youth/surgical improvement, thinking it is therapeutic, a magic bullet that helps them “feel better about themselves”.
K
Ratzinger: “The Petrine ministry…while preserving its substance as a divine institution, can find expressions in various ways according to the different circumstances of time and place.” PLUS: Bonus shifting of the Overton Window
Thesis 14: In order to fulfill its specific mission, the Petrine ministry has assumed many different forms in the past and will continue to do so in the future
Because the people of God are on a pilgrimage, the pope must have the freedom to respond to new challenges, thereby revealing new facets of the Petrine ministry. We must be on guard, therefore, lest we too quickly identify contingent forms with what is dogmatically essential to the papal office. (Do you see here how the ministry is obviously distinct from the office?)
(Ann adds: German academicians assure me that this trick of introducing a radical thesis by first outlining something far more radical, and then pulling back into the author’s now-seemingly-mild-by-comparison proposition is a very common tactic among German academics, especially theologians.)
Happy Feast of St. Joan of Arc
Today is the Feast of St. Joan of Arc.
“Consider this unique and imposing distinction. Since the writing of human history, Joan of Arc is the only person, of either sex, who has ever held supreme command of the military forces of a nation at the age of seventeen.”
Louis Kossuth
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To arrive at a just estimate of a renowned man’s character one must judge it by the standards of his time, not ours. Judged by the standards of one century, the noblest characters of an earlier one lose much of their lustre; judged by the standards of today, there is probably no illustrious man of four or five centuries ago whose character could meet the test at all points. But the character of Joan of Arc is unique. It can be measured by the standards of all times without misgiving or apprehension as to the result. Judged by any of them, judged by all of them, it is still flawless, it is still ideally perfect; it still occupies the loftiest place possible to human attainment, a loftier one than has been reached by any other mere mortal.
When we reflect that her century was the brutallest, the wickedest, the rottenest in history since the darkest ages, we are lost in wonder at the miracle of such a product from such a soil. The contrast between her and her century is the contrast between day and night. She was truthful when lying was the common speech of men; she was honest when honesty was become a lost virtue; she was a keeper of promises when the keeping of a promise was expected of no one; she gave her great mind to great thoughts and great purposes when other great minds wasted themselves upon pretty fancies or upon poor ambitions; she was modest and fine and delicate when to be loud and coarse might be said to be universal; she was full of pity when a merciless cruelty was the rule; she was steadfast when stability was unknown, and honourable in an age which had forgotten what honour was; she was a rock of convictions in a time when men believed in nothing and scoffed at all things; she was unfailingly true in an age that was false to the core; she maintained her personal dignity unimpaired in an age of fawnings and servilities; she was of a dauntless courage when hope and courage had perished in the hearts of her nation; she was spotlessly pure in mind and body when society in the highest places was foul in both – she was all these things in an age when crime was the common business of lords and princes, and when the highest personages in Christendom were able to astonish even that infamous era and make it stand aghast at the spectacle of their atrocious lives black with unimaginable treacheries, butcheries, and bestialities.
She was perhaps the only entirely unselfish person whose name has a place in profane history. No vestige or suggestion of self-seeking can be found in any word or deed of hers. When she had rescued her King from his vagabondage, and set his crown upon his head, she was offered rewards and honours, but she refused them all, and would take nothing. All she would take for herself – if the King would grant it – was leave to go back to her village home, and tend her sheep again, and feel her mother’s arms about her, and be her housemaid and helper. The selfishness of this unspoiled general of victorious armies, companion of princes, and idol of an applauding and grateful nation, reached but that far and no farther.
The work wrought by Joan of Arc may fairly be regarded as ranking with any in history, when one considers the conditions under which it was undertaken, the obstacles in the way, and the means at her disposal. Caesar carried conquest far, but he did it with the trained and confident veterans of Rome, and was a trained soldier himself … but Joan of Arc, a mere child in years, ignorant, unlettered, a poor village girl unknown and without influence, found a great nation lying in chains, helpless and hopeless under an alien domination, its treasury bankrupt, its soldiers disheartened and dispersed, all spirit torpid, all courage dead in the hearts of the people through long years of foreign and domestic outrage and oppression, their King cowed, resigned to its fate, and preparing to fly the country; and she laid her hand upon this nation, this corpse, and it rose and followed her. She led it from victory to victory, she turned back the tide of the Hundred Years’ War, she fatally crippled the English power, and died with the earned title of Deliverer of France, which she bears to this day.
And for all reward, the French King whom she had crowned stood supine and indifferent while French priests took the noble child, the most innocent, the most lovely, the most adorable the ages have produced, and burned her alive at the stake.
-Samuel Langhorne Clemens
Saint Joan of Arc, pray for us.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the United States Military. Don’t be fooled by the “Top Gun” smoke and mirrors. THIS is what the USMIL is.
Memorial Day makes me sadder every year.
At this point, I really don’t know what the Chinese are waiting for.
Language warning here, folks.
I’m sure her court martial for insubordination and conduct unbecoming has already been scheduled for the 34th of Never.
Remember my axiom: the person who is actually in charge is the person who cannot be fired or disciplined.
Behold your Commander-in-Chief:
I don’t know what happened!
But the behaviour… pic.twitter.com/AQkGSlzeJy— Desi (@Desi_3650) May 29, 2022
Here’s your Uvalde School District police chief. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was the face of a popular and ambitious young priest in the Roman Queeria. He’s got the “come hither, Monsignore” pinched-lip smirk down pat.
I’ve seen more than enough of these pinched-lipped smirks in men to be … triggered. Nahmsayin?
This evil POS gave the order to “stand down”.
On a totally unrelated note, have you guys noticed how many sex perverts there are in the FBI? And how the FBI clearly and undeniably protects and cultivates sex perverts?
Floating on a Sea of MEMES
He said it would happen… and it is.
And because iniquity hath abounded, the charity of many shall grow cold.
Et quoniam abundavit iniquitas, refrigescet caritas multorum.
Matthew 24: 12
I never thought I would see armed Texans standing around while a gunman was killing children in a schoolhouse
Something has gone very, very wrong
— Davos Detainee Poso (@JackPosobiec) May 26, 2022