Umm, this is just slightly disconcerting, folks. Just a tiny bit. The richest man on earth, who dresses up as satan for Halloween, quotes Freemasonic mottos, and wants to implant computers into people’s brains, and who, last time I checked, has never run for office much less been elected to anything, is now openly operating as co-President-elect? Holding telephone calls with heads of state (puppet though Zelensky may be) as if he were head of the former U.S.???
This is creepy, creepy, creepy. My “possible Antichrist meter” is going off. Isn’t the Antichrist supposed to be a popular layman who emerges performing wonders (SpaceX?) and claims to have the solution to all of the world’s problems? It now seems that Musk is assuming at least some level of global-level, government control without having been elected to anything.
I’ll cut right to the chase: Wiles is a former big pharma lobbyist whose clients were extremely profitable during the SCAMdemic, ranging from companies who developed the tests to the shots. Even Gilead, maker of the infamous Run Death Is Near, shows up on this woman’s LinkedIn profile. And at one point she worked closely with GAVI, Bill Gates’ Global Alliance for Vaccine Initiative.
Friends, you’ve been duped. You chose to memory-hole the events of 2020 in order to throw your support behind a man who not only allowed the Fauci Ouchi and the 15 Days to Flatten the Curve, but happily signed the CARES Act (a massive transfer of wealth and the permission slip to grant hospitals big bucks for ventilating and poisoning people to death)
“No Shrinking Violets”
In this episode, Art and Ann are joined by Dr. Mazza to discuss Trump’s third consecutive presidential election win, which segues into Dr. Mazza’s upcoming online conference in collaboration with Patrick Coffin on the Bergoglian Antipapacy, “CATHOLICS IN THE STORM: Navigating the Church Crisis with Faith & Reason.” When Art, Ann and Dr. Mazza get together, the obscure ’80s pop culture references are dropping like chips on the PLINKO! board. And that’s… one to grow on.
The Infant Jesus of Prague handles Ann’s financial stuff. Click image for details. [If you have a recurring donation set up and need to cancel for whatever reason – don’t hesitate to do so!]
If the voter fills in for Harris, the tiny dot is covered and the ballot processes normally. If the voter fills in for Trump, the tiny dot in the Harris box, the wink-wink-nudge-nudge “printing imperfection”, renders the ballot an “over-vote” (a vote indicated for more than one candidate), and the ballot is discarded.
Everything is fake and gay, and as we’ve been saying for years, this thing is WAY too far gone to “vote” your way out of.
Today is the Feast of Saint Charles Borromeo. He was grumpy, and apparently was rocking a five o’clock shadow well before noon. He was a real manly-man. Among countless other awesome achievements, St. Charles went after his confessor when it became clear that the guy was a pervert, and the confessor was, as a result, convicted of “unnatural offenses”. He made many enemies – but the kind of enemies that it is good to have.
St. Charles was a toughguy who saw how incredibly messed up and wicked the world in his day was, and just rolled up his sleeves and FIXED IT. He was a man who got tremendous horsepower to the pavement. He didn’t shrug his shoulders. He didn’t roll his eyes. He just mashed the throttle and went right over the top of anyone who dared slow him down. Sigh. Yeah. We’re a fan.
He also invented Sunday School.
Oh, and he wrote an entire book about the design and construction of churches: Instructiones Fabricae et Supellectilis Ecclesiasticae. The people responsible for all of these hideously, hideously ugly churches today should be beaten mercilessly with a hardcover copy of Instructiones Fabricae et Supellectilis Ecclesiasticaeuntil they repent of their wicked, evil designs and lying proclamation of ugliness as beauty.
And even though he was widely hated by the corruptocrats and perverts, and even though he was a Grumpycat who consistently wore his frowny-face, the day he died the people took to the streets demanding that he be canonized a saint. (I’m pretty sure there is a lesson in there somewhere….)
Does the reader reside in the Papal Apartment?No. Does he include ‘Vicar of Christ’ in his C.V.?No. Is he the pope?No.
These things the reader has in common with the Argentinian apostate, Jorge Bergoglio, whose latest act of treachery against God, His Christ, His Church, His Saints and His flock – timed to correspond with the traditional (i.e. authentic) Feast of Christ the King – is “Luce”, the insidious androgynous and rainbow Rosary wearing witch ‘mascot’ for the upcoming Jubilee Year, 2025 A.D.
In modern parlance, Jubilee Years are ‘a very big deal’; they come but once every fifty (50) years and are a year of Mercy: a special year of remission of sins, debts and of universal pardon; a time when the Mercy is God is on display and prevailing, and is thus more generous and accessible.
The wicked dimensions of this diabolical mockery are covered by Miss Barnhardt (here) and the reader should familiarise himself with them. To mock God is, amongst many other things, unwise; however to denigrate, revile and blaspheme His Mercy is grotesque and ghoulish.
It is also supremely provocative. Proverbially speaking, this outrage could be the ‘final straw’ and, thus, reparation is of high order. St. Bonaventure tells us that the Deluge was a response to the prevailing crime of the age: lust, as cold water cools carnal desires; and that in the last days, when avarice is the order the day, fire from heaven will be required to burn it away.
Without wishing to wade into considerations of who was the last Supreme Pontiff (Pius XII, Ratzinger, or other; ‘Class of 1958’ vs. ‘Class of 2022’; Sede or variant), it must surely be patently clear that this man Bergolio is neither Catholic nor pope, but rather a destroyer and interloper. Simply put: it is not possible that he could validly be Christ’s Vicar. The very notion has descended into dark, sardonic mirth.
If one’s Sensus Fidelium does not tell one that this man is an enemy of God, then it is absent.
If the reader thinks otherwise – and such is immaterial to the dire and urgent need for reparation in the face of this crime – do not let him think that God rewards indifference or languid, innocuous ‘loyalty’. Let him give thought now to how he will answer, when called to Judgement, “Didst thou love me?”; “Where was thine loyalty to Me?” Let him consider too the time-specific warnings of our most Blessed Mother at La Salette (and elsewhere) and weigh the probabilities.
The following selection of reparatory prayers (reproduced in both English + Latin) is of Your correspondent’s own suggestion and, though he be far from a ‘competent authority’, they comprise the Divine Praises (the orthodox supplication in the face of blasphemy), the 3rd Sorrowful Mysteryof Rosary, The Crowning with Thorns (where God as man put upon His Head the punishment which He, as God, had given man; thereby ransoming Himself for His creatures) and an abbreviated rendering of Psalm 50, Miserére, the great Penitential Psalm. ‘Miserére’ is Latin for ‘mercy’, which may explain why, when correctly numbered (i.e. Vulgate & Douay Rheims) it is the 50th chapter of the Psalter, just as the Jubilee is the fiftieth year…
