Master Troller Strikes Again
You really have to admire the intelligence of John Donald Trump, three times presidential election winner. After so many years, people don’t get how he ticks, and he continues fooling, or trolling, or both, them all.
As I have written here already more than once, it is *not* an objective of the United States to get a “regime change” in Iran. You just can’t have regime change from the air. Nor can Trump – or whoever follows him at the White House, hopefully after fair elections – be expected to be the one who puts an end to every dictatorial regime. The Iranian people might, or might not, get a chance. They might, or might not, decide to pay the price in blood. The Iranian (proper) Army might, or might not, rebel and start killing IRGC personnel. But this is not something he can bring about. He can merely try to facilitate it as a side effect of what he is doing.
When considering Trump’s statements, you always have to consider some important elements. 1) Trump will troll, shock, and provoke. It’s part of his character. It’s also part of his negotiation style. 2) Trump has long stated, and has showed as President, that US foreign policy should be unpredictable, because he thinks that predictability makes you easier to influence and, ultimately, less effective in pursuing American interests. 3) Trump is an America First guy. There is no globalism in him. He has no “vision” of a “planet” made this or that way. He has a vision of the United States becoming stronger and more prosperous.
So, let us see why he intervened in Iran. Trump was *not* moved by getting rid of the horrible theocracy over there. Trump is the kind of guy who talks to the North Koreans. He decided to intervene in June because he saw that Iran represented a direct threat to American interests (the nuclear project). After the end of the “12 days war”, he clearly warned Iran he would go back, in a much harsher way, if they showed they did not get the message. Iran did not get the message, so he went back in a much harsher way. This time, he did not spare Khamenei as he had done in June. The army has been severely punished, the air force has been obliterated, the navy has been left with the speedboats. The ballistic missile launchers have been largely destroyed, the drone and missile factories have been severely damaged. All this has happened to an extremely low cost for the US in term of both money and lives. The US might as well keep doing on a slighter lighter scale every couple of years, if they want, just to keep their soldiers in training. It adds some 50 billion a year to the defense budget, they spend some 900 as is. It might add some six or seven (likely less) dead, the US armed forces lose some 300 a year only in operational accidents.
You understand, now, Trump’s thinking. The guy is extremely peeved that those who profit from the opening of the Hormuz Strait have the almighty gall to tell him “not our war”, some of them adding “because we have not been consulted”, in a kind of revolt of the chihuahuas. They then backpedal, but still drag their feet, insist on no risks for them and, in general, want the US to get the chestnuts out of the fire for them. After which, they will keep complaining about Trump, every day.
I think what Trump is now threatening is a very consequential move: “not my war” on the Ukraine, and “not my problem” on the Strait of Hormuz. He is, of course, right on both counts, and it would be hilarious to see the Western Countries who have been so lukewarm in supporting Trump discovering that they are on their own. Japan gets the vast majority of their oil from the Strait. You understand why Trump was so angry that he let out the Pearl Harbour joke (once again: trolling and shocking is what he does).
The message that Trump always aims at in these cases is always the same: “I might or might not do it, but *I will if I want to*”. This goes from Greenland to Venezuela and from Cuba to Iran. This is a guy who has always resented paying so much money for NATO, and is now treated like the guy who disturbs the peace, instead of the guy who actually preserves it.
Now, if you ask me whether Trump will really abandon the Strait of Hormuz to the care of those who get the oil from there, I answer “don’t bet your pint”. Whilst Trump has an interest in showing Japan, South Korea, and India (and, in much smaller measure, the EU; the EU is, also, largely independent from the Strait) that they really can’t expect that he does the work for them, the US still have a geopolitical interest in having lower global fuel costs, and in milking the power that goes with being “Big Daddy”. Trump, who is not a globalist but not an isolationist, either, will weigh the two elements against what is best for America, and will, if my reasoning is right, do proceed to clean up the Strait of Hormuz, after having repeatedly humiliated his “allies” (“scrounging friends and vassals” more like). The same guy who says he might wind down the effort announced, on the same day, that he will send another ship full of Marines. Again, he wants to be unpredictable, he wants to keep everyone on their toes, and wants to humiliate his “allies” for their cowardly and scroungy behaviour.
What will happen with the Ukraine after all this is difficult to predict. I think his instincts will be to say “screw it all”, his generals will tell him all day he needs to be a counter to Putin, & Co.
Still, Trump is right, and he is right on both Ukraine and the Strait. When Iran has been almost obliterated from a military point of view, and has been neutralised from a nuclear point of view, his job is done; it is only ours (the Rest of the West) that isn’t.
Another reason why, I think, Trump will do proceed to free the Strait, is that in that region there are allies whose friendship he wants, and of whom he knows the Europeans will never be able to take proper care. From Kuwait to Qatar, and from Oman to the UAE, there are people there who now hate Iran with a passion, and this is something that can be very useful now and in future, in so much more than the Iranian threat to them. Granted, the days of the Strait of Hormuz as a vital nodal point of oil transport are now going to an end (cue many more pipeline being built in the next one decade or two to the Red Sea and the Mediterranean via Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Jordan, Syria, providing the Gulf States with a backdoor much bigger than today’s capacity), but you still want people with a lot of oil having a debt to you, and being aware of how important you are to them.
I must say, this guy is extremely entertaining, and I never cease to be amazed at the sleigh of hands and the sudden announcements. Again, he keeps everybody on their toes.
The guy keeps trolling, shocking, and provoking everybody. A lot of people don’t even bother to read his books and his past interviews to understand how he ticks.
“Orange man bad” seems to be all the work they feel it’s required.
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Prevost The Petty Piece Of Pachamama Poop, Or: Pope Leo The Idolater Officially Unmasked
Robert Prevost is officially an idolater. In photographs. Several of them. Black and White. Fairly high resolution. Identified by several confreres. Literally nowhere to hide.
The little piece of shit (sorry, I should not have used such language: the atrocious, oily, slimy little piece of pachamama shit) is here seen participating in one of those idolatrous ceremonies his predecessor loved so much. Countless have died in order not to do what this guy has done. They have gone to heaven, this little piece of shit has gone to the Apostolic Palace.
Now, you might say that he “has changed”. That this was in 1995. He is a different man now. He was confused. He was deceived. He didn’t know better. He wasn’t properly instructed.
Poppycock. Robert Prevost was consecrated in 1982. This means by that time he already had a full theology study and, most likely, a doctorate in theology. If there is one man on the planet who cannot claim ignorance or deception, it’s this one.
But then let us assume, with probably an excess of charity, that a V II man worships Pachamama in 1995 but then becomes a straight (yes, I have said that) Catholic priest later. If that were the case, you would see signs of his orthodoxy in his work as Pope. In fact, you might say that such a man would: 1) honestly admit his failings, and 2) make the more effort to show that he really cares, and he really wants to make it right.
People are not angry at St Paul because he was once Saul. But Paul disowned Saul. You see a change there. St Augustine did not hide the fact that he was once a Manichean. But then he became the more saintly, and profound, and orthodox a Catholic! He did not keep his skeletons in the closet. He openly denied his past errors, and his denunciation of his errors became a credential of his honesty and of his orthodoxy!
With what arrogance, with what almighty gall does this man dare to dress in his white habit, talk of changing “doctrine”, glorify homosexual priests, appoint homosexual bishops, extol homosexual priests, insult the Blessed Virgin, and get a job he knows he is not qualified for! What a scoundrel!
This is not something that can be denied, or belittled, or whitewashed. These are pictures, with an official explanation of what is happening. It is all unmistakeable, indelible, incontrovertible. He is kneeling, for crying out loud!
Now I am making to you this solemn promise: If Leo makes a public, official, renunciation of Pachamama (which must be a solemn abjuration, not a “mistakes were made”, Clinton-like non-apology), I will take the “slimy little piece of shit” back.
As long as that does not happen, reality will keep crying this out loud: ladies and gentlemen, we have an utter piece of shit as the pope.
Pray more, do penance (today is an excellent day), live and die in your Catholic faith, do not make compromises with these whitened sepulchres, do not accept to be blinded by the flattering of the world. This is not earth-shaking, this is human nature at work, this is the unavoidable result of decades of laxity and decay. Many popes have been pieces of shit in the past, many will be pieces of shit in the future.
We need to acknowledge reality (1. that is is pope and 2. that he is a piece of shit) and make of this an encouragement to live and die in our wonderful Catholic Faith, inside the Church which, even so disfigured, is still, and always will be, our Holy Mother.
Pray more, and do penance.
To hell with pachamama and her worshippers.
Pieces of shit, all of them, whoever they are.
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As Faggy As They Come
Follow this link.
Scroll down to the video.
Go at 1:05, when Bishop Liberace start to talk. Only, Liberace did look manlier than this one.
As faggy as they come. Embarrassing to listen to. The parody of a bishop. Something the Babylon Bee could take without editing for a video mocking “modern” bishops.
This guy has just been put in this place by Pope Leo.
Let that sink in.
I think that both (Hicks and Prevost) have skeletons in the closet. This makes them ideal puppets of the homo lobby.
Meanwhile, UK approves abortion up to birth.
Can’t wait for Leo’s scathing reaction.
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Where Mundabor Explains A Certain Difference
Look at this car. Just as an example. Another one is in the picture above.
The linked car is an example of Mercedes W111 280 SE 3.5 Convertible, the one with the 8 cylinder engine. Thousands of hours go in the restauration of such cars; which, as you might expect, are then sold for a correspondingly high price. You can have this one, if you feel so inclined, for a half a million euro, VAT not included. I am pretty sure there is some negotiation room, but don’t expect favours, or the business of the year.
Companies like the one linked source old original cars and restore them in a painfully slow and detailed manner. Many of the sourced cars are in horrible conditions: they may have big rust problems, destroyed interiors, have had all sort of traumas, like flood, and have suffered all sorts of utter neglect. It doesn’t really matter. The restoration company will redo everything from the ground up. They can remake every panel, actually taking care that the tolerances are even smaller than when the car was new. They can source from Mercedes (more difficult) or machine from scratch (easier) all the mechanical parts that they need. They can give the car interiors of stunning quality, either identical to the original car or – if you, my dear reader, feel more adventurous and are not interested in slavishly following the original – different in colour and treatment of the leather. They can – again, with hundreds of hours of work – give the car a complete, better than new bodywork, followed by a spectacular paint treatment which can, again, aim at exactly replicating the shine of the age or giving it a “better than new” gloss due to modern technology. You have to, of course, pick the right shop. Some restorers (like the one linked) are big on “all like the original”; others, (like the people behind this beauty) will give you the “as went out of the factory” car, or work with you on sensible modifications for the modern times.
The same can be said for all mechanical components.You might want to have sensibly improved brakes, for example; or better than original pistons, connecting rods and other components, so that the engine and the other mechanical parts are more robust, easier to deal with, and more adapted to modern roads and modern traffic. You can have original electrics, or modern cabling. You can have traditional carburettors or modern, electronically assisted ones. You can have the original type of battery, or a lithium one one. If you are a tad adventurous, you can have LED light bulbs behind the original glass, as this is very gentle on your electricals. In fact, you can have LED light bulbs extra made for oldtimers, that respect the original shape and the original, warm light of the original. Amazing.
It’s a fascinating world; a world I cannot afford, but of which I am extremely happy that it exists in the first place. It is Western Civilisation at its technical and emotional best. It is transmitting to future generations what the genius of past generations gave us. Tradition, from traditio. It’s just beautiful.
Alas, it appears you cannot say the same about your garden variety Iranian Leader, religious or civilian.
If Mustafa is taken by a missile and remains alive, but heavily maimed or disfigured, there is no amount of lovingly worked artisan hours that will give him his own legs back, or his original face. His internal components will not be able to be substituted for new ones, ordered at the Spare Parts office of the Ayatollah Oldtimer Department. I am not talking “better than new”, either. There will be no brain to be sourced, not even one as imperfect, bigoted, arrogant, and cruel as the original! This is something that cannot be restored.
Or take Mr Larijani, a guy apparently at the head of Iran’s “security services”. Yes, the guy who had said, only days ago, to Trump that he should pay attention that he does not get killed. Well, it appears that Mr Larijani has been entirely smoked. There is, most likely, not even a sensible basis to begin a restoration here. It might be like having an old car of which only fragments of the door and the starter engine are recognisable, the rest having been blowed up in the air when the Israeli missile said “Shalom”. This is the same as Mustafa’s papa. No repair, period. Not even to a condition of at least passing MOT.
The same has happened to the head of the Basij, apparently the worst of the worst. The Basij are the unpaid, “volunteer” (read: extremely corrupt: these are the guys you have to pay if you want to have a party in Tehran) force ready to massacre as many Iranians as it takes to avoid the Ayatollahs losing power. This is another one that will not see any restoration workshop, at all.
The “top garage” of the Iranians as per 28th February now looks as follows.
Six out of the top seven. In fact, if Mustafa has died as Trump seems to consider possible, seven out of the top eight, including turnover.
You might say that this is sad. I am not so sure.
In the same way as I am proud that the great Western Civilisation creates masterworks of technology, beauty and grace, which are then carefully preserved for the next generations, I am also proud that the US and Israeli armed forces are damaging beyond repair all these individuals; individuals who are enemies of the Western civilisations, are utter bastards in their own right, and should all end up in the way of Mr Papa K and Mr Larijani, the guy who threatened Trump without any idea of the irony.
Here’s hoping that several others go up in the air, hopefully until a new mentality enters the minds of those in charge, or the Iranian Army takes care of a big, big cleanup operation in the Country at large. Difficult, I know, but one can hope.
Still, it’s pleasant to reflect about the difference between a Mercedes W111 and an Ayatollah, or leading Iranian guy. It’s a beautiful difference.
Let us enjoy it today.
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Papal Apartments: The Tour
So, on occasion of the happy move of pope Leo the Better Dressed in the Papal Apartments, which so much pleases everyone who will get *any* excuse to be pleased, I have asked Grok to outline a probable/documented structure of the aforementioned premmises. If you have visited older buildings, you know how they are organised: a suite of rooms, on one or two sides, with a corridor at the back or middle, whereby many of the rooms are often interconnected. So you can walk through the corridor or, in cases when it is faster and/or more convenient or allowed, you move from one room directly to the other. I can well imagine that the structure here is the same. Let us see what is the structure of the quarters where Pope Leo The Trump Hating Pacifist has just moved, as per Grok.
1. Entrance / Vestibule
This is the usual access area. This is where the guards are. If Giorgia Meloni wants to have the pope arrested for manifest heresy, this is where the last stand of the Swiss Guards will likely take place. This is a bit of a “public” space, in the sense that this is never empty. But this is not really “the apartment”. This is why the traditional Italian wife has been known to say that the mistress can have the entrance, but the wife will get the apartment. In the case of Leo, we hope that no mistresses will be involved. In that case, however, he will certainly have someone at hand to teach him the art of kissing.
2. Sitting Room
This is where the Pope has smaller meetings, that do not have a formal nature. I suspect that the meeting in which the angel appeared to Pope Pius XI on the day the Pope wanted to decide about his transfer happened here, because the next room is where the guards were, as it is described in Ruffin’s book “Padre Pio: the true story” that I recommend everybody reads.
I suspect that this is where, today, popes receive homosexual priests and have themselves photographed.
3. The Papal Library
This is the proper center of power. This is where the Pope has the formal meetings with heads of states and bishops. So, from Trump (who visited with his very feminine wife) to Obama (who visited with her very manly husband), they all got photographed here. This is the room whence, a long time ago, a Pope exercised his power and whence he, today, exercises his weakness. This is a big room with two big windows. You have, no doubt, seen several movies in which this exact room is represented.
4. The private study
This is the pope’s personal office. If he can think (like Benedict), the pope will write and think from here. If he cannot (like Francis), the pope will pretend he can work on important matters from here. I suspect that Leo keeps here a lot of pictures of Francis, for very creepy motives.
This is the room with the window out of which the pope appears for the “Angelus”. This way, a modern Pope can first pretend he can think, and then pretend he is Catholic. All from the same room. Very practical.
5. Bedroom
This is reported to be not huge, and furnished with decorum and some simplicity. It makes sense. Even in very rich palaces, bedrooms used to be fairly small as they were easier to heat and make cosy for the night. You can see many examples of this in England. It goes without saying that no Pope would be seen going all Scarface on his furniture. In case, he will move somewhere else and take the entire floor of a hotel. Because, as every newspaper will tell you, he is very modest.
6. Private Chapel
This is where past popes, who believed in God, used to pray and say Mass. Again, very convenient, allowing one to attend to his spiritual and office duties with a commute of just steps. This is also, of course, where a modern pope will have to retreat every day to make people believe that he has the Catholic faith. Not sure if he reads “Cosmopolitan” from his phone once inside, but I suspect often they will even say Mass, just in case someone is filming without them knowing.
If Giorgia Meloni’s Carabinieri ever irrupt in the apartment, I suggest to Leo that he is found here, pretending to pray.
7. Dining Room
This is where the pope, well, eats. Normally he will have close collaborators or visiting clergy with him. I can imagine that Leo will receive an awful lot of instruction on the art of kissing, and be casually kept a jour on the latest insults to the Blessed Virgin, in this very room. It’s sad that Francis used the hotel for his meals, as I am sure that, in that case, those walls would have seen an awful lot of interesting things. As it is, Leo is not really the “expanding” guy, at least for now. But no fear: at any time, God can give the Cardinals and us all another run at a Catholic pope. But for the Grace of God, goes he, and us all.
8. Kitchen
This is the private kitchen for the pope and the people he invites. No malarkey with a hotel kitchen here. Simple stuff. If Leo is not rapidly acquainted with the simple pleasure of a Carbonara from here, he is even dumber than I thought.
When Pope Pius XIII is elected, the homo lobby will try to eliminate him from this room. I suggest to Pope Pius XIII that he keeps, at all times, Cardinal Tucho in his new role as Papal Food Taster. But he shall, of course, not be allowed to speak.
9. Infirmary
Popes aren’t the youngest or, very often, the fittest. Even people without a brain to rot may have a body that is slowly rotting, as our Fat Friend, The Francis – who, I think, used a different infirmary – demonstrates. It’s important that the pope has a place where medical emergencies can be dealt with rapidly, before the transfer to a specialised structure. If, however, the pope suddenly loses consciousness, as it was in the case of Francis, then even the infirmary will not be of much use.
10. Secretary’s office
This is the room of, I suppose, a very powerful guy. Not known to the great public, but very much the trusted guy. The Vatican Martin Bormann, so to speak. Leo has, as it is known by now, two of them, Edgar and Marco. So we have, in a way, two Martin Bormanns having influence on the Queen Bee. However, Bormann was straight. I don’t know about Edgar and Marco. Let’s hope.
11 and 12. Staff rooms
We know Edgar and Marco will move to the premises, but we also know that one room will, most likely, be reserved for the nurse. So well, it might get a bit tight there. I suspect either Marco or Edgar will have to be given a different room outside of the apartment, as I can’t imagine the nurse will be dislodged. Mind, it could be that Grok is wrong and there are other spare rooms which are or can be connected to the apartment. I hope it for the sake of Edgar and Marco; who are, it is to be hoped, both very straight.
So, here ends the little “house tour” of Leo’s apartment. Luxury, yes, but no decadent and indecent show of conspicuous consumption. Blessedly short commutes (which might contribute to the one or other pope becoming fat, or very fat, or Francis). Plenty of light and fresh air. Lots of bells to cheer up your day. Exceptional soundproofing. No worry about cleaning or cooking, no dish washing, and no need to remember the trash removal days.
The best conditions for proper Catholic work.
If, of course, the pope is Catholic.
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Old Creep Cardinal Ouellet Shows That Vatican II Is Made Of Perversion, Arrogance, And Denial
I could not believe my eyes when I read this.
Apparently, putting a 50 dollar banknotes inside a woman’s sweater during a hug was a “clumsy mistake”. A 1. “clumsy” and 2. “mistake”. Let that sink in.
Let us get to the “clumsy” first. I would not even know where to begin if I wanted to put a banknote into a woman’s sweater during a hug. These are formal hugs, they are not Faggocardinal’s Fernandez “healing” hugs. I think you need a certain training, a sleigh of hand, some dexterity that must be acquired. Here’s thinking that the Cardinal has developed a certain practice in the “art of the $50 banknote deal”. This, apart from the fact that one would have to think of the move in the first place; a move which, I must confess, is utterly new to me.
Now, I don’t like to use words such as “predator”, which to me sound stupidly feminist and making women look as if they were quails. Women are not quails; they understand perfectly well when a man is making a move, they understand the nature of the move, and they decide how they want to respond to the move. This is, however, exactly the point: we have, here, a Cardinal making a move of such vulgarity and arrogance, and very probably the fruit of practice and past experience, that the breath stops.
The arrogance is, as stated, breathtaking. But it’s not only that. It’s the denial, the total lack of accountability. Defining such a gesture as a “clumsy move” shows that the man thinks of it as nothing more than inadvertently stomping on someone’s toe. Well, Cardinal Ouellet, you little creepy guy, that would be a clumsy move, not your overt, vulgar, mercenary offer to buy sex! And that, mind, in a Cardinal!
Now, let us think this through. I can imagine (and I will win no prizes for this), that the proclivities of the man must have been whispered around for a while before he became a Cardinal. If you go around disseminating banknotes like that, I am sure you have a reputation already in the making. And then, “Cardinal 50 dollars” becomes the guy who has an extremely important say on Bishops’ appointments! Can you see a problem here? I can. This tells me that the guy was blackmailable during all his tenure. He had to avoid posing too many questions, lest he becomes the guy about whom questions are posed! So you see, the homo lobby and Sankt Gallen Mafia had another guy they could easily bend to their will! Then you can easily explain interviews like this one.
Benedict, Benedict!! What a fool you have been! Not only countless catastrophic bishops’ appointments, but even the catastrophic appointment of the guy presiding over the catastrophe!
But then again, I think that the Cardinal’s problem is not only a problem of his own making; it is, in other words, not the fruit of a mentality that is 100% Ouellet. I would say that the mentality is, to a good extent, a Vatican II mentality. A guy like Ouellet moves surrounded by “joy of Christ”, “interreligious dialogue”, “ecumenical spirit”, and other V II platitudes, in which sin and the necessity for a decent life – particularly in a prelate – has become just an empty word, for decades. He goes up the ladder of power surrounded by hypocrisy and hot air. A “good” bishop is, in this environment, a social activist, a paladin of the “poor”, a hero of the “environment” or, at the very least, a man engaged in “dialogue”. It’s not a matter of private holiness. This Ouellet guy seems unable to see the enormity of his actions even now. I am sure he has an extremely high opinion of himself!
Perhaps – just perhaps – he felt that he was a “good guy” because he was, at least, straight. If that was the case, I would say that the Faggodisease has reached levels of total epidemic, and that it necessitates a cure in Epic Fury style. Still, I do not think it’s really that. I think it’s that the V II mentality fosters a climate of self-absolution, a discipline in which this old creep clearly excels.
The cleanest has scabies.
This guy also has banknotes.
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A Strange Letter To Mustafa K.
Dear readers,
I have received a strange email in my inbox. Iranian email address. Something to do with the chaos going on in Iran, I think. The email was not in Farsi, it was in Arabic. I think this was a cleric wanting to show to the addressee his religious/scholarly/good faith credentials, but in the end, what do I know…
Anyway: because I am a curious guy, I put the stuff on Google Translate and what came out was the following:
“Ayatollah Seyed Ali Rafsanjani greets the Supreme Leader. I am glad to hear from the President that you are fine, healthy, and, Inshallah, in good spirits. I truly, truly hope that this is true this time, because I didn’t like how they lied to us about your revered, late papa, now enjoying his 72 prostitutes.
Revered Supreme Leader, I must write to you in order to implore you to show yourself to your beloved people. It becomes more and more difficult to counteract the Crusaders’ propaganda if nothing is seen of your distinguished person. There are jokes around about the “Cardboard supreme leader”, I can hear them in the market almost every day, and the memes on the internet are unstoppable! You would think just a few people have the internet, but one who has reports to one thousand! I have overheard horrible jokes about the “’tis but a scratch!” guy of that Crusader show, and one young boy was overheard making a comparison with Gustavo Fring’s face when the bomb explodes. You probably have not seen either show, O Most Learned One, but I assure you everyone who did would find the jokes extremely crude, but funny in their own macabre way.
Now the Crusader President (I will not pronounce his name with you, O Supreme and Very Learned Leader) says you might be dead. Of course he is lying. Of course. But this makes it the more important that you show yourself. Dear Supreme Leader, I implore you, give your people proof of life!
Even Osama Bin Laden was able to let videos come out from the remotest caves. There was no internet there, no technology. One portable camera was all it was needed. It’s not difficult, O Learned One! No, a voice would not be enough, because then the jokes would keep coming, and you know how cruel those Crusaders can be! Dear Supreme Leader, we need a proper, proper video, with turban, beard, and all! With an earnest face, and a strong voice. I mean, manly (no, I am not pulling your leg, I assure you!). The newspaper of the day in your hands, like it was done for Aldo Moro when he was a prisoner of the Brigate Rosse. Something like this, but with a stronger, more intelligent face.
You see how easy it was? Now that we have videos it is still easier! You would have a copy of the day’s Kayhan in your hands, and would just browse a couple of pages and read a couple of headlines, very casually, at the beginning and end of the message. How, how angry would the Crusader President be!
I must beg you, O Supreme Leader! Do it for your Country, for your people, for the sake of the Prophet who liked them so, so, so young!
I am, as always, your most devout servant, & Co.
Seyed Ali Rafsanjani”
That’s it. This is what came out.
No idea. Don’t ask.
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Leo Officially As Dumb As A Rock
Boy, this guy is embarrassing. It’s like listening to a boy of nine who fancies himself very intelligent. It’s a constant barrage of easy platitudes for low IQ pacifists and environmentalist. He should change his name in Pope Greta.
The last one is here: Christians who start wars should go to confession. This is clearly another swipe at Trump, as clear as the sun. However, one notices the following.
- Every Catholic should go to confession, Leo, you idiot. It’s just that, very often, they have difficulties because so many LeoPriests try all they can not to listen to confessions.
- Trump is a Presbyterian, Leo, you idiot.
- Khameini and their ilk are all Mohammedans, Leo, you idiot.
- Netanyahu is a Jew, Leo, you idiot.
But because this cretinous individual seems to think that starting wars is, ipso facto, a grave sin, let us refresh his memory with a bit of easy Grok.
King Louis IX of France led the Seventh Crusade, against the Mohammedans. Extremely revered to this day. Canonised.
Ferdinand III of Castile completed the Reconquista against, you guessed it, the Mohammedans.
Olaf II of Norway fought and died to have Norway Christianised (imagine that!). Killed in battle. Canonised.
Stephen I of Hungary fought wars inside Hungary to have Hungary Christianised. The horror!!
Edmund the Martyr was a great fighter for the faith. Captured by the Vikings. Died a martyr’s death in order not to renounce his faith. Canonised.
Alfred The Great rid the British Isles of the Vikings (for the moment) with the great victory in Edington in 878.
Harold Godwinson, another great king, obtained a stunning victory against the Vikings in the battle of Stamford Bridge, and that took care of the Vikings for good. The poor man died in Hastings just weeks later. Still a great one.
John II Sobieski. The guy who “took the chestnuts out of the fire” at the Battle of Vienna, 1683. Another great guy.
I think one could go on forever, but perhaps Leo wants to suggest to some Pope to go to Confession, because he really doesn’t like them. A couple of people he might address are:
Blessed Urban II. This is the guy who gave us the First Crusade.
Gregory VII. This is the Canossa guy whom you remember from school. A propos Canossa, Barbarossa was another great leader who actually went to and co-led a Crusade (that would be the third Crusade, together with Richard the Lionheart. Boy, they keep popping up!). Gregory was the first to proposed a crusade. It did not happen because the times weren’t ripe. Barbarossa and Richard stand as giants to this day.
Saint Pius V. Leo, every heard of Lepanto? Yes, it was that guy! Canonised. Also the guy who standardised the Mass you hate so much; because you are, you guessed it, an idiot.
Now, the list could go on forever, but I think you get the gist. Mind, Rubio and Hegseth are Catholics, but they certainly didn’t start anything, as they are not in position of command.
For a Pope to express himself in such a flippant, disrespectful way is, simply, childish. This guy has absolutely no idea of what he is talking about. He does not seem to have, by the way, one word or reproach for the Ayatollahs massacring what seems to have been tens of thousands of people some two months ago. His Mohammedan friends obviously don’t have to go to confession. Trump, magically, can’t, but should.
No idea of anything. Just an embarrassing mess. A total vacuum. A bag of air.
What a cretin in white.
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Meet Leo The Modernist And His “Great Theologian”
Let us look at this.
This is Leo’s General Audience, given yesterday. The guy is teaching people about V II; because, V II having not done enough damage already, he wishes for the damage to be increased.
Whenever I read this blather, I always get that strange “we are the children” whiff, that stinky atmosphere where it is always implied one of the two, that a) everybody is a Christian of sort, or that 2) they aren’t, and this is fine.
“Indeed, it is Christ who, in giving His Body and His Blood, unites this people in Himself and in a definitive way. It is a people now made up of members of every nation; it is united by faith in Him, by adherence to Him, by living the same life as Him, animated by the Spirit of the Risen One”.
OK. Fine. I get it. But… Why? What is the meaning of this adherence? What are the consequences for those who stay out of the union with Christ? Are they at great risk of hell? Because if no, then it seems that this union is just a quality-of-life measure on earth. If yes, then this should be appropriately stressed; particularly in these times, and by this pope, who acts so much as if he were the boss of an NGO bringing a message of automatic salvation for everybody.
“We are in the Church in order to receive life from the Father unceasingly and to live as His children and brothers and sisters among ourselves. Consequently, the law that animates relationships in the Church is love, as we receive and experience it in Jesus; and her goal is the Kingdom of God, towards which she walks together with all humanity”.
Once again, this is scarily approximate and, considering this and the previous papacy, of course gives to the everyday reader the impression that he will be fine, no matter what. So, we are in the Church so that we can receive life everlasting from the Father. Very fine. But this again means that those that are not in the Church will not receive life everlasting from the Father. This seems harsh to the XXI Century NGO, which is why Leo then states that the Church “walks together with all humanity” in fulfilling her goal. You clearly have a feeling here that there is nothing to worry about, because the Church is walking *together with all humanity* towards the Kingdom of God. I get a very strong whiff of “everybody is going to be OK” here.
It continues. You go from the statement that “in the Church there is a place for everyone” (a very orthodox statement: of course, seats are not sold out, and everyone who converts is welcome), to the *other* statement, that “in this regard, the church is one but includes everyone”. Note the sleigh of hand here: the church is open to everyone, so it includes everyone. Well no, she doesn’t. The Church is only open to those who convert. It is, emphatically, not open to those who die without having been received in her.
In case you think you are misinterpreting this statement, Leo doubles down:
“A great theologian described it thus: The unique Ark of Salvation must welcome all human diversity into its vast nave. The only banquet hall, the food it distributes is drawn from all of creation. The seamless garment of Christ, it is also – and it is the same thing – the garment of Joseph, with its many colours”.
In case you wonder, the quote comes form Henri de Lubac, a guy as Modernist as they come. Leo quotes him as “great theologian”. The statement is just disquieting.
The food the Church distributes is not drawn, in my understanding, from all of creation, but from Christ’s sacrifice; in fact, it is that very sacrifice! It’s not a Buddhist recycling and redistribution machine that comes from creation and goes back to creation. The way I understand it – and I am pretty sure I am right – the food that the Church distributes is exactly the sacramental presence of Christ given as spiritual nourishment, not a sociological “food” that is “drawn from all creation”. De Lubac, and Leo, make of the Church a sort of cooperative effort where everybody participates and everybody is automatically welcomed in. All human diversity (note how broad the term is: it clearly includes atheists, infidels, perverts, unrepenting sinners) “must” be welcomed into his vast nave, that is: must get in.
Mind: there is no explicit shouting of the concept. But come on, there are massive innuendos here; there is a way of talking that naturally invites one to think that this is the message. There is willed lack of clarity and precision in favour of vague – or wrong – statements. There is, as always, a massive downplaying of why the Church exists in the first place: avoiding hell.
Am I the only one who smells the mould in this bread? I don’t think so.
I think that Leo is just a third-rate Modernist, spreading heresy because he loves Francis so much.
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A Strange Dream, Ayatollah Edition
I had a dream. Yes, another one! It must be the season.
There was this guy, with a strange dress and a long beard. He looked Fifty-ish. He was sittign in a strange room, without windows. There was a constant whirring of some ventilation/AC thing. The lights were too bright. The mood was gloomy.
“I can’t do it”, the guy was saying, in Farsi. I know it was in Farsi, and I know I could understand it, exactly because it was a dream.
“Of course you do, Mustafa”, said another. Several other people nodded. They looked all pretty much the same: long beards, quite similar clothes, only some looked very scared, and really wishing they were somewhere else. The other guy went on: “you are the ideal candidate, Mustafa. You have the look and the family and the ideology. The militia love you (no homo). They will do whatever you ask them to. We need you at the helm. Nobody else will do”.
“You are wrong, Rohollah”, said the first guy, the one referred to as Mustafa. “I don’t have the qualifications!”
“What do you mean, Mustafa?” Said the other, in shock.
“I am not a Grand Ayatollah, you see. The Supreme Leader must be a Grand Ayatollah. I would never, EVER dream to prevaricate!”, said Mustafa.
“Do not be afraid, Mustafa”, said a third guy, also endowed with a thick beard. “If we decide you can do it, *you* can do it. There is no reason to be worried on account of your slightly deficient qualification. Plus, papa was quite qualified, and the apple does not fall away from the tree, as the Crusaders say”.
“You are too kind, Hossein”, answered Mustafa, “but I really can’t see how I can be worth it. Plus, I am having some challenges”.
“We know all about it, Mustafa”, said a fourth guy. “It has been well-known among us, Mustafa, that you could not get your Little Ayatollah to stand to attention. You even went to a London clinic for months, having the Crusaders cure you! We think the problem is gone now. You have a child? At any rate, we promise you there will be no jokes about your “Little Ayatollah” after you have been elected.
“Damn you, Hasan!”, said Mustafa. “What are you thinking? No, I am talking about the fact that I just lost papa, mama, sis, brother in law-, and sister-in-law! You’ll allow me to be a tad discombobulated, right? I need time to grieve! Ask me again in, say, twelve weeks!”
“Ah, that!” said the first guy, Rohollah. “No, don’t worry. Your relatives are all with Mahmoud now. Two days of grief are full in order, but you have no right to grieve one week after the fact. In fact, you should be *happy* to reach them soon! You are just the guy for the job!”
“Right guy, my foot, you goat-loving… ehm, you fool! I have just told you that I am not worthy, and not ready, and not willing, either! Pick someone else, you degenerate jackasses!”
The air was getting heavy now, and it wasn’t the air conditioner, either. A faint,amused “little ayatollah!”, followed by a suffocated laugh, was heard; not loud, but everybody could hear it in the silence. Awkward pause. Embarrassment all around. Then Hasan spoke. “We need to retreat and confer, Mustafa. We’ll be back in a Teheran second”.
Twenty minutes later, the guys appeared again. They were several dozens. They all had the same beard, and similar clothes. This time, they had stern faces. Some of them kept looking at their watches, and urging to “do it fast”.
“We have a decision”, Hasan said to Mustafa. “It’s you, Musty boy. It was always you. It can never be but you”. We are so glad Mahmoud inspired us to unanimity!
“Unanimity about me, without me? Are you MAD?” Mustafa was red in the face now. He started to say “you know what that means, you m…”, but then he stopped, thinking that there are things which, in certain circles, you just don’t say. ” I can’t POSSIBLY do it, y’all!”
“Tsk, tsk, Mustafa!” said Hossain, “You are being modest, as always! A wonderful quality in our new Supreme Leader! You have the right qualities to be out guide and martyr! You have our unanimous support! Isn’t that GLORIOUS, Mustafa?”
At that point, I could sense that Mustafa understood the battle was over. Unanimous support, and shouted “glorious”. You can’t dodge a torpedo like that. It’s over. It’s going to happen.
“Oh well”, said Mustafa, “if that’s Mahmoud’s will! But please let’s make it fast, the sooner I get outta here, the better!”
A short ceremony took place. Then there was a big ball of light. It was soon follows by a huge explosion.
I woke up at the explosion.
Everything was gone. The room, the whirring, the beards, everything. I was in my bedroom, on a Wednesday morning. Life was fine.
I went to the kitchen and made myself a double espresso.
I was not envying Mustafa.
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The SSPX Explained In Four (to Eight) Minutes
Some time ago, Crisis Magazine posted a Dubia (of sort) to the SSPX, with a number of questions concerning them and what is happening. The SSPX’s answer, written by an anonymous priest but approved by the SSPX, is a very good short guide to understanding the SSPX.
You will see that several topics are touched upon there, and these are the main questions a person exploring, or starting to understand, Traditionalism might have. I can’t imagine of a better way to spend your next 4 or 5 minutes, if you have any hesitation on this.
The article also links to another article, which I read many moons ago and might, or might not, have written about. This is about attendance to a non-SSPX Mass. This is not the “officially sanctioned” SSPX’s position; it is, however, a very sensible take from a very sensible priest, and it seems to have gotten traction; so much so, that now this article is linked as part of the “officially sanctioned response” to the Dubia.
I think that the two documents, together, can clear a lot of confusion in a lot of people in a very short time.
I recommend the reading of both documents.
A little step in your day, but a much bigger step towards your salvation.
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Leopriest Dies Of Virtue-Signaling; Leo So, So Sad
Ah, the little “peace and love” bitches. The virtue-signalling cretins always looking for a way to self-aggrandize. The activists of disobeying orders, when the orders come from Israel! They can’t resist, can they?
Take this now former priest. Guy’s village is ordered, and I mean ordered, to evacuate, because war is coming. I know how it works. It happened to countless families in Italy during WW II as the Allies were slowly advancing up the Peninsula. War is coming to your village, so you need to get out of it. It’s very easy to understand; so easy, in fact, that in Italy nobody ever had a problem in getting it. Do you want to be in the crossfire? No? Then you need to get the heck out.
Unless, it is, you love yourself, and you hate Israel, too much. Then virtue signalling suddenly becomes a bright idea. Even Crux couldn’t avoid to give you all the story (emphases mine):
“The Israeli army has repeatedly issued evacuation orders for a large swathe of southern Lebanon.
Some 500,000 people have fled their homes, adding significant stress to an already difficult humanitarian situation.
El-Rahi, however, was among those who chose to stay with his people.
On Friday, the priest participated in a rally outside a church in the town of Marjeyoun near Qlayaa, where several dozen residents declared their determination to remain on their land.
In remarks at the rally, El-Rahi called for the village of Marjeyoun to be considered off-limits to displaced Hezbollah supporters and said, “When we defend our land, we do so as pacifists who only carry weapons of peace.” “
Let me put that in English for you: the IDF * repeatedly orders* the evacuation of the village. The priest not only *disobeys*, but clearly has no intention of telling his own parishioners to pack their things and go. No, he *plays pacifist instead*, thinking, in his own little vain head, that his virtue signalling would stop war from coming to his village.
Boy, was that a FAFO.
This cretin got what he deserved. I hope not too many died because they were just as stupid as he was. But what is unpardonable here is that a priest encouraged his villagers to put themselves in harm’s way.
Does Leo the Cretin has a word to say about this? Does he remind everybody that evacuation orders need to be respected in order to avoid putting one’s life in danger? No, of course not. He wines instead, as he always does. Another unspoken go at Israel, of course.
It looks to me like these Lebanese villagers – including the stupid priest – had all contracted the Gaza disease: I hate Israel so much that I will risk personal damage in order to spite them. But of course, of course, vanity must have been very high in the thoughts of this priest. Imagine that: the priests takes a stance, and the war magically stays out of the village because pacifism! We have a bishop in the making, right there!
Unfortunately, reality not caring a straw for self-aggrandising pacifist fantasies, the guy got it and, again, better to him than to anybody else in the village.
I think Facebook and the other social media are ruining even the Middle East. People read of so many easy acts of virtue-signalling in the west, and they start thinking they can do the same. Alas, virtue-signalling is something you can much better afford in the US than in Lebanon.
I am, like Leo, sad.
Sad that even in war zones, some priests have forgotten how to care for their people, and are interested in self-aggrandizing instead.
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Pope Leo, Meet The B-52
The big fella pictured above is, as you likely know already, a B52 bomber. It’s a very old, heavy, vulnerable machine. It can, in a word, only be used when the control of the skies is uncontested. However, it being the biggest “bomb truck” in circulation in the West, it can carry an awful lot of bombs.
The now announced deployment of the B52s in the Iran theatre tells you something that gives the lie to every fantasy of Iran’s “powerful anti aerial defence force”. The very fact that these obsolete bomb trucks are used means that USAF now goes in and out of Iran as they wish, the “threat” of the Iranian air defence systems becoming weakened by the day.
It works, we are told, in this manner: the neutralisation of Iranian anti-aerial batteries privileges the creation of “corridors” that are reasonably free from threats. As added security, specialised aeroplanes are sent out (like the EA-18 “Growler”, basically an F-18 for electronic countermeasures), which are able to jam whatever radar should have escaped the “treatment” within the assigned corridor.
You might say: so what? That old B-52 can only carry extremely expensive missiles or old WW-II free-fall bombs. Not so fast.
Enter the modern “glide bomb”. Whilst an old concept, already explored during WW II, the idea has had a sort of renaissance in recent years. The Russians have – as so often these days – paved the way, with their “glide kits” attached to their old WW II bombs. The glide kits are very cheap, and they are able to greatly multiply the effectiveness of an extremely inexpensive free-fall bomb, by making it land at a certain distance (say: 70km away) and with great precision.
The Russians have unimaginable amounts of these bombs. No more carpet bombings, no more risking your own machines and crews by having the bombers flying right over the objectives. Get into a 60-70km range, and shoot your extremely cheap bombs with their cheap “guiding system” attached to them, from the safety of your “corridor”. Boom. Very precise, cheaper than any drone, and much, much safer for the airborne crew.
Whilst, to my knowledge, the Americans aren’t yet to the level of their Russian counterpart, they have still developed their own system, getting to 20-25km instead of 60-70km, likely with better precision. The US also have absolutely vast amounts of these bombs. You understand now how the mixing of the B-52 and the short-range gliding bombs creates a – pardon the pun – explosive cocktail, able to strike countless objectives (say: missile launch pads) *on the cheap* and *in virtually unlimited numbers*.
This is just another way of saying that the Iranian army is living on borrowed time: the satellites and air surveillance individuate the missile launch pads; these are then systematically taken down; the progressive deterioration of the air defence systems allows the US to open more and more “safe corridors”, where the B-52s can operate with impunity. This creates a virtuous circle where more and more launch pads are destroyed. When the launch pads are destroyed, the USAF will get to the other priorities: the systematic destruction of missile production abilities, and the systematic destruction of everybody who is anybody in Iran (army, ayatollahs, militias, the air forse and the navy are already gone). And at that point, I can’t see who can stop them: the eyes in the sky see everything, the spies on the ground inform Israel and the US about everything, the rest is a big boom followed by several funerals.
The only “defence” Iran has left is economic terrorism: they will try to cause chaos all over the world to save their ass. The blockade of the Hormuz strait is just that, terrorism. It’s the will of destabilise the entire world, to take an entire planet hostage, so that their aim can be achieved. This is fully consistent with Iran trying to paralyse every Country near them, blocking tourism, refinery, and oil transport activities. Being the bastard that they are, the Ayatollahs are using this weapon for all it’s worth.
Will it work? Of course it won’t. This is around 20% of the world oil transports. A lot, to be sure, but a part can be redirected towards the Saudi oil pipelines to the Red Sea up to full capacity. A lot of what remains is, interestingly enough, oil meant for the Chinese, which the US can easily seize (being Iranian production) if Iran were to allow the Chinese oil only to get through Hormuz. This, by the by, might soon create a big pressure from China to let the traffic resume, though China has big oil reserves and does not fear two or so months of disruption. The rest of the slack can be picked up by countries like the US and Venezuela increasing their oil production. Not saying it’s a walk in the park, and not saying that it’s not going to be bad for the Gulf States; but no planetary oil crisis, either. At some point, enough missile launchers will have been destroyed to allow the US to simply force the passage through the Strait, and I really want to see Iran after being seen, by all the planet, indiscriminately (trying to) strike oil tankers going from and to countries that have nothing to do with the war. It’s going to be the worst loss of face ever.
Now, let us see all this from a Catholic point of view, and let us try to see what the likes of Leo could rightly moan about.
This war is clearly aimed at *military objectives alone*. If the Iranians now try to hide missile launch pads in the midst of heavily populated areas, this is on them, not the US. This is no different than Hamas building bunkers under a kindergarten. You take out the bunker, Hamas is responsible for the dead children.
The guided bombs are really as reasonable as you can get. No carpet bombing, no indiscriminate destruction. It’s a war meant to reach military objectives, not defenceless civilians.
The war is aimed at eliminating (as far as reasonably possible) the threat represented by the Iranian regime since 1979. It should have happened before, but better late than never.
The objectives of the war are realistic and achievable. The “nice to have” of regime change is likely unachievable, but the war is not fought for that. Any regime change, if it were to happen – and I do not think it is going to happen; you’ll have a domesticated and humiliated regime at the most – would be a side effect precipitated by the military regime and by the elimination of vast numbers of power players.
So no, Leo has no reason to moan. He moans because he is a girl, and because he is a child. He moans because he hates America. He moans because he will never be seen not defending a Muslim regime, no matter how evil.
He moans because this guy will do anything buy trying to be a Catholic Pope.
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Cha Cha Cha Bishop Bust
Imagine, if you please, some fancy restaurant, or bar, in an upscale part of Tijuana (yes, Tijuana has upscale parts, with a vibe that is “almost California”, says Grok). Fine tables, soft lights, and soft colours everywhere; a classy, elegant environment. An orchestra is playing Fifties and Sixties favourites, in tune with the somewhat aged, refined clientele.
There is a man at the table, in his late Sixties, but he carries his years well. Elegantly dressed, of course. With him is a woman, with whom he clearly has a relationship. The wife, you might think, but he has no ring. The concubine, likely, then. Or a mistress of the expensive sort. Or something.
Well, I can clear up the mystery for you. The man is a Catholic V II Bishop, the woman is a prostitute and also his mistress, and the money they are using to enjoy life has been embezzled.
Full of absolutely zero surprise, I went on the Internet and looked at the profile of the guy. Made a Bishop in 2017, by Francis. Imagine this, the Chaldean community in San Diego has its own Bishop, but the SSPX, which operates all over the world, cannot have theirs!
So: we have a Francisbishop here. Why am I not surprised that he was caught with his hands in the dinero, with which he also maintained his puta?
I am going out on a limb here and venture to think that Californian Francisbishop:
- Is a great fan of Vatican II
- Loves everything that required the adjective “synodal”
- Hates, and I mean hates, those pesky Traditionalists
- Is a protector, or at least in solidarity, with illegals, whom he likely calls “undocumented”
- Hates, and I mean hates, Trump.
- Loves the environment, and uses the expression “common home” which is so liked at the Vatican.
- Is a great lover of peace, social justice, and the preferential option for the putas, or the poor, one of the two.
Now, in case you think the bishop is saving a poor, poor, prostitute from utter, utter starvation in a dirty brothel in Tijuana who will eat two weeks with a ten dollar banknote, let me teach you a couple of things that I have learned in my fairly long life. Men with a safe financial position (as a Bishop, who lives a life of privilege however you put it) do not start embezzling up to one million dollar because they have suddenly gone mad. When that happens, it is normally because 1. they have developed an addiction (drugs, gambling) or 2. they need the extra money to keep a demanding mistress. I could tell you cases from real life. Several, in fact.
So we have here our synodal Franciscretin who first gets the hooker, then probably develops feelings (I have never been a puta, but I suspect they are all awaiting for an idiot like that and, when they see the occasion, they strike fast and hard), then needs more and more money to keep the party going. The rest is easy: there is plenty of money going through the hands of a bishop, and if he is dumb or desperate enough, and has no faith, and has no decency, and has no respect for the habit he wears, because he is a Franciscreature, then this is what might well happen.
This party has gone to an end. Wikipedia says this guy was born in 1956, even though Gloria TV says he is 60. Another source confirms 69. I will go for the 69 years old. Boy, the devil strikes at every age.
He seemed to be a very happy guy. Why do I say that? Because of this picture with his friend:
Look at how they smile! Aren’t they as cute as a pile of kitten from hell?
There is, however, one, and the only, non-negative news in this sordid story.
At least there was no frociaggine, or worse, involved.
I hope we get to know more about this. All the activities of the bishops, his public statements, his engagement for the putas, sorry again, the poor, and his relentless love for the environment.
I think he was an exemplary V II Bishop, and Leo was oh so proud of him.
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The Islamic Republic Of Mundaboran Apologises To Its Neighbours
As the President of the Islamic Republic of Mundaboran, I would like to apologise to my twelve Muslim neighbour Countries. I am, in fact, sorry.
It has been brought to our attention that our neighbours were not pleased at the fact that we have been throwing missiles and drones at them for a straight week now. They told us they resent the fact that, even if they have remained neutral in our current controversy with the Great Satan and the Little Satan (two countries of which we want to see the death, but have actually no hostile intentions towards, as Mr Mercouris will tell you without you asking) we have targeted their civilians, their hotels, their shipping, their refinery and their tourism industry besides our attempt at damaging the infrastructure of the Great Satan. Our campaign has been extremely successful so far, as the grand total of six American servicemen killed in action in only eight days of operation shows.
You need to understand, dear neighbours, that, even if we have relentlessly thrown missiles and drones at you, we actually harbour no hostility towards you. We love the hotels we have damaged, we support the industries we are blockading, and we are fully on your side. One day (Inshallah!) we will all fight today against the Great Satan and the Little Satan, and what better time than the present one?
So, we apologise. Yes, we do. From our heart. Really. Half Moon my heart and hope to die!
Now I understand that you, dear neighbours, think that we just wanted to take you as hostage, destroying the entire economy of the Middle East and creating worldwide chaos, using you as pawns in our sacred fight against the Great Satan and the Little Satan, which we are (Inshallah!) going to gloriously defeat. I can imagine you would think that we were that devious. No, I am not angry at you. Even if some of you now post the video above, I am not angry. At all!
But you see: it has all been, basically, a big mistake. You need to know that last Saturday, the 28th, we suddenly found ourselves with a lot of important, unexpected vacancies! What happened is that these people whose positions are not occupied at the moment had decided that, if anybody attacks us, y’all get to pay the price of it, volens nolens. So when all the vacancies happened, we just had the “automatic” button pushed, and this is why we have attacked you relentlessly for one full week. We trust that you see the logic of all this. Of course, the fact that the attacks have brought absolutely no results is nothing to do with our apologies. It’s just that we love you so much, oh dear Muslim brothers!
But look, let us not focus on the past. The past is dead and gone! Let us focused on the future instead! Now, we have to make some decisions in the next days, because there is a certain strange reluctance to fill the vacancies, and we are now selecting those we want to force to do the job. The problem is, when we try to do that we get more vacancies, so it’s a bit of an issue. But don’t worry. We will (Inshallah!) solve all our little problems and proceed to our victorious campaign against the Great Satan and the Little Satan. We already have people like that guy of yours, the one who dresses in white and always looks like a sad eggplant, preaching pacifism all the time, so the West will hear him whilst we gloriously fight and (inshallah!) win.
We think, dear neighbours, that you will be wise enough to understand that a little misunderstanding, due exclusively to sudden mass vacancies, and which went on for only one straight week, should not be in the way of our eternal friendship. What is a little week among friends? It’s a mere moment! In fact, we think that you, as our Muslim Brothers, should join us in the fight against the Zionist Entity and the Crusaders (whom we want all destroyed though we have no hostile intentions towards them) and should not deprive yourselves of the unavoidable victory that we are about to achieve! If you don’t believe me, listen to that guy Mercouris, who has understood absolutely everything of the situation! Drink a lot of coffee though, and put it on 1.75x speed, because the guy’s slow-motion droning can be more lethal than an Israeli bunker-busting bomb. Just sayin’…
So, dear neighbours. I trust all is clear now and we are in the best of relationships. We were always confident that little incidents like this one should not damage our common heritage and destiny.
نتمنى أن ننجو أسبوعا آخر، لأننا فعلا في ورطة الآن
Your dear President of the Islamic Republic of Mundaboran
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Dumber Than Greta
The embarrassing emptiness of Leo’s head is something that not enough people have noticed yet. It’s not only that he is, clearly, not a person of any depth. It’s that he is just dumb. He is unable to speak in words different from the one of a kindergarten boy just indoctrinated by his pacifist teacher.
Take the prayer for March.
“Lord enlighten the leaders of the nations so they may have the courage to abandon projects of death, halt the arms race & place the lives of the most vulnerable at the center.
May the nuclear threat never again dictate the future of humanity”
Let us examine this astonishing piece of hot air.
First of all, even my cat knows that, when Leo says “the leaders of the nations”, he means “the 47th president of the United States”. He has made his hatred for Trump abundantly clear with a thousand innuendos and half-accusations. So much so, that he had to be schooled by a proper Catholic and a proper man. This whining style, where he constantly harps at Trump trying to preserve some vestige of plausible deniability, is now the hallmark of his pontificate.
But then, again, what’s a “project of death”? Is “si vis pacem, para bellum” a project of death? It seems to me a project of life, peace, and prosperity! Is “peace through superior firepower” a project of death? It seems to me it has saved countless lives! So what are the “projects of death” this little boy is going on about? May we know? Oh, does he, perchance, refers to the rapidly sinking half-time of your garden-variety Ayatollah? No rest for the wicked, eh? Or what about this:
“Blessed be the LORD my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle”.
What a beautiful thought!
The thinking is also, as always, skewed towards that sort of whiny socialism the man constantly promotes. Why would the vulnerable be “at the centre”? Are they better than me, or you? Are we less important? It is, of course, part of every enlightened government that it takes measures to protect the vulnerable against abuse. But there is vulnerable and vulnerable, and there is no preferential option for the poor.
Saint Paul said that, if one does not want to work, he should not be given anything to eat. On a rule of thumb-basis, I’d say this constitute a majority of those whom Leo considers vulnerable. But then again, there is nowhere in Catholicism the idea that there should be two weights and two measures, one for those who define themselves vulnerable and one for those who don’t.
Then there is the deeper discussion about why a person who defines himself as vulnerable is such. Are you vulnerable because you are a single mother? Why are you a single mother? I think this “vulnerability” should be addressed by taking the child away from a mother who cannot provide for him, and likely putting him or her on a path to criminality or sluttishness, and putting him or her in an institution where, at a fraction of the cost, they will be wonderfully catered for and helped to become good and responsible adult people. Same as it has always happened, by the way; and in this, Catholic countries like Italy excelled.
Are you vulnerable because you are an alcoholic, or a drug addict? Why are you an addict? How about addressing this vulnerability with compulsory reeducation programs and near acquaintance with, say, a potato field, where a clean, healthy, and productive life can be, likely for the first time ever, be experienced? The most successful programmes out of addiction are the most brutal ones. But do not say that to Leo, because it goes in the way of his easy, vapid, childish thinking.
The last one is, of course, the “end of the world trope”. War is now, seemingly automatically, a nuclear threat, or else one does not understand why nuclear threats should be so much en vogue now in Leo’s little head. There is no nuclear crisis around, no matter how hard you look. In fact, the three (the others don’t count) nuclear powers are getting along, all things considered, pretty famously when seen from a “nuclear threat” perspective.
The threat does not come from nuclear weapons. It comes from the Ayatollahs. Look, little Leo, your favourite President is dealing with that!
This guy is more stupid than Greta.
But I am sure he thinks so much of himself.
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Like Being At Bat: Why Waging War Against The Top Is The New Face Of Peace.
One of the most refreshing aspects of the Zero Ducks Given Presidency is a new approach to international conflict. The generally practiced rule in modern times is that the top echelons of the relevant governments are not considered military objectives. War is made by killing poor devils in the trenches and up the military command chain. Mostly, it’s the poor devils who die.
This must, obviously, not always be so. The Americans bombed the living lights out of Hitler’s bunker, and in fact even destroyed his mountain home in Berchtesgaden (the one you have seen in so many private films of Hitler in documentaries about the Second World war). It is obvious that the rulers are military objectives, because taking them down can change the war faster and more effectively – and at a far lower cost of lives – than a prolonged confrontation limited to the battle lines. In more recent times, Saddam was also targeted.
In contrast, during the “12 days war”, the US refrained from going for the Big Kahuna. However, Trump warned him very publicly that, should a second intervention be necessary, nobody would care for the alleged “religious leader” status of the Capo dei Capi. Trump had the dress rehearsal for this in Venezuela, where he chose a clinical “decapitation extraction” rather than the boom-boom solution. Who knows, people in the Havana might get to see some interesting bird in the sky before too soon, too.
In the case of Iran 2.0, the Zero Ducks Given Presidency was never going to use the kid gloves. Everybody who is anybody in the power corridors of the Ayatollahs’ regime is a fair military target now, because now the regime is the military target.
We have had two fairly impressive examples of the new – and, I think, very commendable – strategy. The first one was the attack that started the operation, taking down Ayatollah Khamenei and his band of merry clowns, possibly all together, in Khamenei’s bunker. This was, if you pardon the pun, a “full house”. The second was the Israeli attack in Qom yesterday, targeting the very meeting (think “conclave”) that would pick the new Supreme Leader. The bomb landed, and whilst it is not clear how many clerics were there at the moment of the explosion, the Israeli quip that several of them would be “unavailable for meetings” in the future is an indication that there was some success, albeit most likely no bull’s eye as in the case of Mister K.
This tells us – and the Iranians – a couple of interesting things. The USA and Israel are not aiming at killing as many poor devils as possible. The poor devils have just been ordered to be there: to man the missile launching pads, or the war ship, or the command and control centre. Whilst there will, of course, be casualties among them, the aim should be to punish the top first. This will not, by itself, bring about a regime change, but it will focus the minds in an uncanny manner.
Imagine you are the New Supreme Guy. You know already that your enemies have tried to take out even the people who elected you, en bloc, and got some at the very least. You also know that the Old Supreme Guy survived, basically, zero minutes after the start of the operation. If you have any brains, you will also know that the Mossad is already informed about your typical breakfast, your favourite goat, and your main brand of Tequila; they will have eyes and ears everywhere; heck, they were able to, first, know where K and his were hiding, and then even to send out photographic evidence of the corpse, all within hours. It’s like having Big Brothers watching you; only, this Big Brother wants to kill you. This is not a recipe for you, your successor, or your successor’s successor dying in your respective beds.
It’s like being at bat. You may do better or worse, but you know that you’ll be out at some point. If it’s true that Junior K is, contrary to initial information, still alive, then he might well be the one that is at bat next. His inning might be very short. Then there will be another one, and the story will repeat, but in this case it’s likely to be “one strike and you’re out”.
I can’t imagine anything more conducive to peace than this. And I mean proper peace, that is: peace coming from the Ayatollahs’ decision to dramatically change tack: no threat to Israel, no financing and supporting of terrorism all over the Middle East, no further attempt to develop nuclear capabilities, no ballistic missile arsenal, and a more “relaxed” attitude at home which keeps them in power (that’s what they want first and foremost, because it’s human nature) whilst preventing the next US operation with “Fury” in its name.
If the US and Israel keep the “decapitation” strategy alive, I do not doubt this will bring real success. In the end, deluded, wannabe “martyrs” are not so easily found, and the Iranians will likely pick the most capable ones first. When those are gone, it will be quite the spectacle. Already now they have started to throw missiles at their Muslim neighbours. Imagine what kind of confusion reigns over there.
Venezuela ended up with a fully neutered regime after one “extraction”.
Iran will never be as easy as Venezuela; but certainly, human nature will be at play in both cases.
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Epic Bigotry, Or: Iran’s New “Cunning Strategy”
Imagine that a guy had a fight at the pub. Not saying that he should, and not going into the reason why there would be such a fight. The guy might, in fact, well deserve to get a thrashing. But let us forget right and wrong here, and let us say that there was an avoidable fight that the guy chose to get into.
I think it’s fair to say that every person would judge the outcome of the fight (who won, and who lost, and who got his backside handed out to him) depending on the blows that were exchanged. You make allowances for the bigger guys being able to land more blows; but, as a rule, you expect the other guy to be able to dish them out, too; you would expect that the guy goes into the fight (a fight he could avoid, but chose to enter into) with an idea of making the other guy regret the moment the fight started. “You should see the other guy!” is the running joke in England. Perhaps the guy chose to enter a fight where the odds were somewhat stacked against him, but he certainly had every intention to inflict pain on the other guy.
What, however, will never happen, is that the guy in the fight says that his “strategy of attrition” consists in being relentlessly punched by the other guy, until the other guy becomes so tired from completely destroying him that he gets tennis’ elbow and stops the seemingly endless pounding. At that point, the guy will claim “victory” in his “attrition strategy”, simply because he is still alive.
“Look”, says the guy, now unrecognisable even to his mother, “I am still alive after this fight; therefore, I won! I won!!” “You should have seen how the hands of the other guy were bleeding!”
You would consider such a guy a lunatic loser. You might, in fact, charitably point out that the guy actually could have avoided the fight; that the fight was never meant to be a murder; and that, in general, the guy was thrashed very thoroughly, and should at least shut up and think what he wants to change in the future.
Apparently, these common sense rules do not apply among Youtube pundits. The guy with the bleeding hands is the loser, the blood mask is the winner.
There is no cure for bigotry.
Particularly when your income depends on fostering bigotry.
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Pope Leo, The Selective Talker
You got to admire the shameless style of Pope Leo the Better Dressed. In keeping with his Francis ideology, the guy just can’t shut up on all sort of matters that do not have anything to do with his job. He will drone about the environment all day long, and will criticise Trump in twenty different, subtly but clearly bitchy ways. He will go out of his way to deny Catholic doctrine even as the downplays the evil of abortion (these seamless garments guys, ehy? Just so you know, they are often homosexual). He will even talk about changing doctrine, as if he were even better than an angel coming down from heaven.
But let one of his most courageous Cardinal be jailed for 20 years, and this extremely talkative guy, who has something to say, very publicly and with not much in the way of diplomacy, orthodoxy, or even decency, about pretty much everything that is nothing to do with his job, will suddenly say that he “cannot comment”.
What a little piece of work this man is.
Well, you know what I mean, anyway.
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Is Pope Leo A Second-Rate Buddhist?
Mind this first: this quote comes from a third party, a Protestant preachers called Jerry Pillay. However, the quote is so explosive that the Vatican would have issued a strong, possibly raging dementi if the quote had not corresponded with the thinking of the Unholy Girl.
The statement is this one: “While our task is not to build a Christendom yet Christians must work together in unity to heal and restore the world”.
Read it a couple of times, and shiver at the enormity of the words.
No Great Commission anymore. No proselytism. Nothing of what, in the end, makes Christianity Christian. Christians are not worried, in this perspective, of the things of heaven. Death, judgment, heaven and hell are not what they worry about. They seem blessedly unaware of the Fall. Christ’s death on the cross happened for reasons they can’t really fathom. They use their Christian faith merely as a tool for their NGO work. It’s all about “healing” and “restoring” the world. They seem to think that everybody goes to heaven, which is where the Christendom will be “built”. There can be no other explanation to the statement.
It’s like being a second-rate Buddhist. It’s the most atrocious thinking, the biggest offence to Christ’s Sacrifice that can be uttered by a person who calls himself Christian, short of outright blasphemy. It’s like being the Biggest Virtue Signalling Moron on earth.
Every Catholic should vocally demand that Pope Leo either releases a strong statement of denial, or else abdicates and buggers off to a job for the Clinton Foundation.
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Shalom, Mothersuckers! Or: Ayatollah Khamenei Realises Temu Equipment Is Not Good Enough.
47 years too late, and the biblical verse “there is a time for peace and a time for war” hit close to home in Iran. It hit, in particular, exactly *in* the home in the case of one Ayatollah Khamenei, who was, apparently, happily having a meeting with senior officials of his dratted fake god theocracy. An Israeli missile entered the place very rudely, probably without even saying “shalom”, and planted itself straight in the vicinity of the buttocks of said Ayatollah, causing him to make an extremely rapid acquaintance with the other world and, very likely, causing him to become a neighbour of his so-called prophet, and of one Jorge B from Argentina, who must have greeted him with a sonorous: “C@zzo!”.
I am not going to lie: I have been awaiting for this moment since February 1979. Last June gave me what I now see as a tasty appetiser, but this was clearly the main course. Epic Fury, indeed!
Shalom, mothersuckers, and greetings from Jerusalem!
Yesterday was, in fact, a funny day in more ways than one. A Mr Scott Ritter was around Youtube gloating about the fact that the operation had already “failed”, because no decapitation attack had taken place. It’s always funny when soi-disant pundits first decide that they will define what is success or failure, and then proceed to gloatingly declare the failure. “Putin failed because he got all of Ukraine, but no Moon as he wanted” is another example of the reasoning. Embarrassingly for that sad trombone, when he was gloating with (IIRC) Glenn Diesen the Israelis and the Americans had already decapitated the Ayatollahs, big time, and were merely awaiting the confirmations and pictures from their informers on the ground. Then there was the Iranian Foreign Office Minister, saying that “to his knowledge” Khamenei was still alive. To his knowledge? He’s at the head of the FO, I am pretty sure they inform him constantly!
The whining from the likes of Mercouris now knows no bounds. Mercouris has already decided Khamenei *wanted to die*, which tells me that K really did not give a straw for his daughter, his daughter-in-law, his son-in-law, and his generals and high officers; but it’s not true anyway, so who cares. Mercouris has also decided that if the Ayatollahs stay in power, “they won”. That’s another one who does not listen to Trump, who has listed the objectives very clearly (navy, missiles, nuclear programs, leadership), and has *not* stated the (always welcome) regime change as the indispensable aim of the operation. In Fact, Trump has stated all day yesterday and today that the revolution is in the hands of the Iranian people, not his, and the struggle must begin and end with them. In the case of Mercouris & Co. the arrogance is palpable, and the TDS is so real it can be cut with a knife. A pity, because when the TDS and his hatred for Israel does not blind him, he can think straight.
I am not going to lie, again (but then, I never do): I never thought this would go so well. I was expecting a proper military campaign, with, sadly, proper and massive casualties on the American side. Iran is no Venezuela, I told myself. Their missile stock is massive. They have received substantial radar equipment from the Chinese, and this equipment is allegedly able to spot stealth aircrafts from far away (the Russians have been able to do it for a long time, but it was news to me the Chinese said they are there, too). So the Iranians already had substantial missile stocks and launch sites, and now they also had the sophisticated radars to hook their launch sites to. Not good, I told myself. But if Trump decided to go in, I would not be the one who sings “give peace a chance”, as I always preferred the other song from Jon Lennon’s lesser known cousin, “give the Ayatollahs many funerals”.
I don’t know exactly what happened, and I have been trying to wrap my head around it for almost two days now. The most likely scenario is, if you ask me, that the Chinese have sold Temu Equipment to the Iranians. The Chinese must know, because they had impressive demonstration of that many times in the last years, how corrupt Iran is, and how permeable to Israeli and American espionage. Methinks, they did not want to give the Iranians the best they had, and they gave them the usual Chinese package: bad quality that seems good only until it’s tested. I wonder if the Chinese Government sent the usual email to whatever Ayatollahs are still alive: “we are sorry to hear you are not happy with the product. Please send it back undamaged if you want a refund”.
Another possibility is that the equipment was (fairly) good, but the Chinese did not want to be the ones manning it, because of the obvious trouble with the US as it would make of China a belligerent party. So they trained the Iranians in their use, fully accepting that, when the time comes, the whole system would not perform as advertised. Other hypotheses could be made, from straight corruption to straight incompetence to an inefficient chain of command that needs (now dead) people to give the final approvals.
But in general, the US have had a resounding success. I am truly, truly impressed. I bet even they did not expect to fare that well. As I write this, the count of the American dead soldiers sits at… three. Tres. Tre. Drei. Trois. Unbelievable.
Meanwhile, the Ayatollahs don’t know who among their colleagues of today will still be able to talk to them tomorrow, as USA and Israel now have aeroplanes and eyes all over the Iranian sky, and spies everywhere on the ground. They say the US knew what Maduro had for breakfast on the morning of the kidnapping. I wonder if they knew whether Khameini preferred his bacon smokey, and his wine strong.
It’s also good (in a sad way) that the Iranian high command, or better the disoriented people who are now likely running around like headless chicken, are making all the wrong moves. Missiles on your Muslim neighbours will alienate you to absolutely everybody. That was a stupid, unforced error which, again, I think was the fruit of panic and disorientation, as it seems very likely now that pretty much the whole command structure of Iran was gone in the first instants of the operation, so what remained are the people who were trained to execute orders, instead of giving them.
The window of opportunity is now closing fast for Iran. You can have all the missile launch sites you want, but if you lost the control of the sky they will be picked up one by one; together with the ships, the military installations, the command and control centres, the nuclear laboratories, and the missile factories. Then there will be the constant hunt for whatever leader the Americans do not want to talk to. They will be killed, Putin-style, in the crapper.
We will see how this pans out, but again time does not work for the Ayatollahs. Inshallah, they are going to have very bad days until something happens (revolution, which I think very improbable; humiliating defeat; or a “you are my bitch now” Venezuelan scenario without an open regime change). However this goes, Iran’s ability to finance destabilisation and terrorist all over the region will now be severely curtailed. Don’t buy shares of Hamas or Hizbollah, or even of the Houthis. They are all about to go down a cliff.
Let me say that again, because I love the sound of the words:
Shalom, Mothersuckers!!
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SSPX On Schism And Excommunication
When I watch this video on my Living Room’s TV, I get the option of English subtitles.
When I watch this video from here, I don’t. No idea why, but I hope you will have the ability to get the English subtitles.
This is a very simple, enlightening video.
I recommend the vision.
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Bad Pope Leo Schooled By Practising Catholic: Tom Homan’s Brutal Takedown.
If you are a bad Pope, you will be publicly schooled by Catholics.
Tom Homan is just as little shy as he looks, and this time he showed that in the most impressive of ways. I want to copy and paste everything because it’s too beautiful (emphases mine):
“I’m a lifelong Catholic, still a practicing Catholic. Catholic faith is always in support of law enforcement, always has been, and he should be, too. I’ve said it many times before. You ought to be fixing the Catholic Church, ’cause they’ve got their own issues. But the bottom line is, if we jumped the wall at the Vatican, the penalties for doing that are much harder than the ones here in the United States, entering the country illegally. So, look, what he doesn’t understand is there’s a flip side to illegal immigration. 31% of women get r*ped making that journey. Over 4,000 aliens died making that journey under Joe Biden. A quarter million Americans died of fentanyl because of the open border. When you overwhelm the border patrol, all the bad things happen. Sex trafficking increases, fentanyl increases. Securing the border saves lives. And I’d be happy to sit down and explain it to him, that illegal immigration is not a victimless crime. So President Trump having illegal immigration down 96%, he’s saving thousands of lives every year.”
This is, put it bluntly, a proper man deciding to confront a little, whiny girl, even if the whiny girl dresses in white and has an important job.
Homan brutally takes the legitimacy out of Leo: “I am a practising Catholic and I know Catholicism. I can teach it to you if you want”. This is how you talk to Leo, and more people should do it. Then he proceeds to bluntly tell Leo that he should worry about the real problem in the Church, instead of focusing on the fake ones of the United States. Having done that, he proceeds to take down the hypocrisy of the very Pope in the matter of the Vatican security. Then he takes out the imaginary shotgun and shoots point blank: “look […], what he doesn’t understand…”. Grand. The schooling gets to his climax when Homan offers to sit together with the little boy and take the time to help him to understand.
Read the whole thing a couple of times. It’s absolutely brilliant.
Leo thinks he still lives in a world where his white habit can protect him from scathing criticism. This is not so. The prestige of a Pope is also earned. Catholics will give a Pope the initial respect that his role commands, but in the end it’s about the person. As has been famously said, stupid is who stupid does, and being the Pope does not make you one bit less stupid if stupid is what you are. Of course, Leo might be more than stupid, but I think Mr Homan did not want to go there, and he is happy to offer the schoolboy all the help he may need.
Leo does not seem much smarter than Francis. He should have understood by now that, if he continues this way, the erosion of his credibility will exactly mirror the one that Francis had to face. No amount of vestment will suffice to keep a credibility he just has not deserved. He will be schooled, in public, by practising Catholics, who will offer to make the time to help him to understand.
Catholicism is not like any other ideology. It’s not like transforming Labour into “new Labour”, or the Democrats into Democratic Socialists. Catholicism is a block of granite. Leo is, like Francis before him, scratching at it with a fork and, like him, thinks he will achieve more than some very superficial marks.
Fools, both of them.
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Meet Pope Leo, The Kardashian Pope
Ah, the old times! The times when the Popes were not only Catholics, but actually decent people!
Imagine, there was a time, many decades ago, when Popes actually cared about their job and the dignity of the position they had been entrusted with.
They were not seen much. They did not speak much. Their public interventions were generally rare and, when they took place, they were motivated by the desire to make a particular point. The idea was that a Pope should not speak off the cuff, should not say the first thing that comes through his mind, and should not devalue his currency. Every word was finely calibrated and very apposite. Behaving in any other way would have cheapened the Papacy and, by reflection, Catholicism. A Pope was surrounded by an aura of generally silent, but always firm, authority.
You knew where the Pope stood on any issue, because you knew that the Pope stood with what the Church says. But it was more than that. It was that the Pope put Christ first, and wanted you to notice it by *not* attracting attention, something which would have been considered extremely debasing in a Pope.
Pope Benedict did publish books when he was emeritus, but they were theological books. They weren’t “look at me” books.
With Francis, the floodgates opened. A chat with a more or less evil journalist, and suddenly you had a book. Then there were the books that collected months or years of stupid impromptu boilerplate. It was as if gold coins had been substituted for some Venezuelan banknotes, and the Venezuelan banknotes were often fake at that.
I could not avoid seeing a great vanity in this, attention seeking of the worst sort. Francis wanted to be talked about. He wanted to be a mainstream guy, he wanted to be “part of the conversation”, an ally in the “current thing” (environment, sexual license, peace ‘n justice). He wanted to be that cool old man every Trannie likes, because he loved Trannies so much. What he did was to amplify his own stupidity, and to show his own vanity, as he cheapened the Papacy.
One Conclave later, and the song is being played again. Nine months into his pontificate, Pope Leo the Better Dressed already has his collection of boilerplate statements and dumb platitudes in book form. It might be – or not, as the case may be – that the worst parts, like the one with “changing the doctrine” if we “change our attitude” first, has been taken out. But there is no alternative here to this book being an unreadable collection of inane common places in the very best of cases. But you see? Like his homoerotic crush, Francis, Leo now also has a rapid production of books in place, meant to show the world how relevant, trendy, and on point with the “current thing” he is.
We are now firmly in the age of the Kardashian Popes: plasticky objects of rapid media consumption, joining the cacophony of the virtue signallers and attention seekers. This isn’t anything to do with advancing Catholicism. This is pure attention whoring. Not having fake breasts to attract attention, like I am told some of these Kardashian women & Co. have, Leo uses his stupid books full of stupid speeches for the same effect. I do not doubt, by the way, that if Leo did have silicon breasts, he would generously show those, too. Obviously, whilst talking about the environment.
Dumb popes, dumb statements, dumb books. The Kardashian Papacies continue without any fear. The world applauds or, at least, benignly ignores, as these books all have in common that they are soon forgotten; this, then, causes the next book to be printed, and the cycle begins again.
The modern Vatican II Popes have become Church Kardashians, and are just as cheap as the originals.
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Where Have You Been, Cardinal Sarah?
I am very happy to re-publish this beautiful video from John-Henry Westen.
Proper, proper Catholicism.
Wearing a red hat does not make one immune from criticism, or from being called out. Even so, when the guy thus called out is a guy who, as a whole, tries to be OK.
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Four Years Of Losing.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the CIA- and MI5-led coup in the Ukraine. Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the start of the Special Military Operation. The two events are very closely related, as the Western coup in the Ukraine persuaded Putin that harsh action had to be taken: the liberation of Crimea and the “little green men” in the part of Donbas that the pro-Russian partisans could keep.
The consequences of the coup and of the Russian reaction were momentous: the rise of Neonazism in the Ukraine (because the Neonazi militias were the only ones who really wanted to fight, and took back substantial territories initially liberated by the pro-Russian Partisans), a growing climate of fanatical revanchism, and the decision of the West to leverage the fanatical hatred in the Ukraine and use it as a sword against Russia.
Anglos are good at creating a propaganda climate that helps them to look as the victim whilst they really are the aggressors. Ask Lincoln and FDR, and they will tell you everything you need to know. The “Maidan” followed exactly the same pattern, with Western deep state operatives gunning down people so that the Coup could be justified. Leading to 2022, the game was played again: 5000 civilians, many of them women and children, gunned down in senseless civilian bombardments over several years, so that when Putin intervenes he can be called the “aggressor”.
All this happened 4 years ago now. I thought then – as many also did – that the Russians would, once Putin understood that the conflict was there to stay (this would be after the failing of the Instanbul agreement and the massacre in Bucha, which the Ukrainians staged to blame the Russians), just put the Ukrainian army on the grill and cook them rapidly, well-done. To my surprise, Putin disregarded the grill, took out the slow-cooker, and created a sort of “low pressure” conflict that could be sustained indefinitely both from a financial and from a political standpoint; knowing that the superior Russian army would, in time, sweep away the resistance, no matter how strong and sustained the NATO help to the Ukraine.
Four years have passed, and the slow-cooker has been working incessantly. Whilst the Western propaganda was claiming, every second week, that the Russian army was sustaining huge casualties and were about to collapse, both the Russian army and the Russian economy were growing robustly; not without challenges, but certainly growing robustly.
We now write the Year of the Lord 2026, and even my red fish can see where this is going. It will still take time, perhaps a long time, as long as Putin resists the growing call of his generals to ditch the slow-cooker and take out the grill already. It will still take time, but there can be only one outcome, and the only unknown is…. how much of the Ukraine the Russians will be willing to take.
Meanwhile, the cognitive dissonance in the West is becoming the stuff of legends, with clown like the Finnish prime minister even claiming that the Ukraine is winning. I think he is applying for some jobs in Bruxelles. There is an entire raw of high-profile jobs that you can be given just for lying. It’s quite funny to watch.
Four years later, we got the slow motion instead of the action-packed movie, but the story has still gone towards its unavoidable end. The main losers are, of course, the Ukrainians, who are now facing horrendous losses and something between an amputated Country and no Country at all. The second worst losers are the Western Europeans, particularly Germany, who have stupidly sacrificed cheap energy for the sake of virtue signalling.
This war should have ended a long time ago. What kept it going was, firstly, the unforgivable bigotry of the Ukrainians and, secondly, the unforgivable blindness, incompetence, and outright Russophobia of the Western ruling class. The Ukrainians are now paying the price in blood; the Western ruling class have paid the price in credibility (forget the loss of jobs: there is always a cushioned sinecure paid for by the Masters for those who are good servants), the European people have paid the price in standard of living.
In Italy they say that il tempo e’ galantuomo, “time is a gentleman”: it treats everybody fairly and gives to everyone what is due to him.
We are seeing this at play now, and the huge cemeteries filled with Ukrainian flags tell a chilling tale of human stupidity.
I pray that the conflict may end soon (though I don’t think it), and that as much justice as possible may be done on this Earth already.
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Choosing To Forget: About The SSPX And That “Wonderful Mosaic”
Pope Leo the Better Dressed has just expressed to us what a “wonderful mosaic” the schismatics make.
His words, not mine:
“Dear friends, the historic and cultural differences among our churches represent a wonderful mosaic of our shared Christian heritage, which we can all appreciate”.
Now, the cunning little serpent does not say that the religious difference make a wonderful mosaic. Because he is smarter than Francis, he would not openly provoke Catholics. But that he is telling them that they are fine being schismatic is clear firstly from the ecumenical context, and secondly from that expression, “among our churches”.
We are “a church”. You are “a church”. Our differences make a wonderful mosaic. Isn’t that beautiful?
Now, in case you wonder whether Leo knows that there is only one Church, and that that only Church is the one which he so disgracefully presides, be in no doubt that he knows. He knows, and chooses to forget. Hey, he is merely the Pope! Do you think it is his job to defend Catholicism, or to call schismatics to repentance and reunion with Rome? Come on, the guy has so many far more important things to do, like being nice, blabbering about the environment, or criticising the US Government; you can’t really expect that he finds the time and energy to also defend and promote Catholicism, surely?
He is so wonderful to the real schismatic, this guy, even as he is about to declare fake ones. But you see, when he dares (if he dares) to declare the SSPX officially “in schism”, his critics will, beside mocking his extreme ignorance, remind Leo to praise the “wonderful mosaic” that the “historic and cultural differences” with the SSPX represent.
Still: you know and I know – and even Leo knows – that the Schismatics are not “a church”, and that the SSPX are far more Catholic than he will ever be. The problem is that Leo does not serve Christ, he serves the world. And the world requires him to be stupid, and false, and treacherous.
A think a funeral would be in order here.
And the next guy better switch his brains on.
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Poor, Poor Tucho Is Not Healed By The SSPX’s Answer
Poor, poor Tucho! The SSPX gave him quite the frank answer, and he was not healed, at all!!
The letter is here. It is far less diplomatic than I expected. It is, in fact, a polite slamming of Tucho’s devious intentions. There isn’t even the offer to delay the consecrations if Tucho heals his brains with some doctrine. It’s quite the reading. Soft in the words and very charitable, but rock hard in the matter.
The SSPX is not interested in talking to Tucho. Firstly, they had offered talks in 2019 and the Vatican said no, so talking now seems contrived and just a way to make them forget the ordinations. Secondly, Tucho has said himself that neither the texts not the interpretation of the Second Vatican Council documents can be touched, so why waste the time. Thirdly, the Vatican has veered so far away from proper Catholicism just as a matter of attitude that the SSPX does not want to have a dialogue between deaf. Fourthly – they don’t say it, but it is clear enough – they don’t talk to cretins.
The most interesting part is this one: the SSPX is not even interested in being “regolarised”, or in whatever the Vatican wants to do to attempts a fake rapprochement meant to swallow them whole. As the Vatican is now, the SSPX has no interest in what the Vatican considers regular, irregular, salty, dull, overcooked, or al dente.
However, the SSPX feels targeted. Targeted as Catholics by people to whom the only enemies seem to be the proper Catholics. I quote:
“Over the last decade, Pope Francis and yourself have abundantly advocated “listening” and understanding of non-standard, complex, exceptional, and particular situations. You have also wished for a use of law that is always pastoral, flexible, and reasonable, without pretending to resolve everything through legal automatism and pre-established frameworks. At this moment, the Society asks of you nothing more than this—and above all it does not ask it for itself: it asks it for these souls, for whom, as already promised to the Holy Father, it has no other intention than to make true children of the Roman Church”.
What the SSPX is saying here is that if you allow commie Bishops (which is wrong) and are “flexible” with every sort of wrong people (which is also wrong), you can at least be half Catholic once in your lifetime and approve the consecration of Catholic bishops made by the most Catholic organisation around. But of course the Vatican won’t. These pesky Catholics should not be allowed to get in the way of the demolition of the Church. Heck, Pope Leo The Better Dressed just blathered something about opening up. The hypocrisy is breathtaking.
At the end, there is a passage that really made me smile: “I pray for you in particular to the Holy Ghost and—do not take this as a provocation—His Most Holy Spouse, the Mediatrix of all Graces”.
“Do not take this as a provocation”. Grand. We do hope Tucho will be healed by the prayers said for him, though he will more likely get angry at the mention of the Blessed Virgin as Mediatrix of all Graces. Another polite way, by the by, to tell him where he can go.
What happens now? The Vatican girls will bitch and screech, after which they will impose some canonical sanctions in which nobody who takes Catholicism seriously will be interested. The fifth columns of the Vatican will say that it is the SSPX’s fault that the Vatican has now become all bitchy. We will, therefore, know that they are miserable shills only interested in the money, in the prestige and social recognition, and in some incense at the altar. Doctrinal integrity does not interest them. As to that, the usual idiots and paid shills will be just another sect; provided, of course, the money keeps flowing, and the social recognition is given.
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Nice Try, Trad, Inc.
If the Pope arrived to a pastoral visit in, say, Ostia, and found that the altar has been prepared for a Traditional Latin Mass, would he go on and simply celebrate the Traditional Latin Mass? No, you say? I agree! He would immediately inform the parish priest that he will celebrate a Novus Ordo mass, and may the priest kindly provide that the altar be set up accordingly.
Or, let us make another example: the Pope arrives in Ostia and finds that the altar girl is a 42 old woman full of tattoos, up to her very neck and cheeks. He would go along simply celebrating the mass, you think?
I don’t think this is rocket science. This is just common sense. Which I why I must reject the usual excuses made for Leo when he celebrated the mass with an altar girl in that same parish in Ostia, the excuse being that hey, that’s what the parish priest had disposed, happens all the time, move along, nothing to see here.
It really bespeaks a worrying level of Pollyann-ism not to want to see stuff that is looking at you in the face. The argument is made that altar girls are used in many parishes, which is sadly true. But then it is also true that Pope often celebrate masses in parish they are visiting and, to my knowledge, altar girls are not to be seen. Why do you, dear reader, think that is? Pure coincidence? Or is it so, that the Pope/his people are asked about how they wants every detail to be arranged, in the full knowledge of how they are generally arranged?
This constant habit of making excuses for Leo is really something that needs to stop. If a Pope has no agency, then nobody has. If a Pope has no saying in who is his altar server, then this pope is not only an idiot, but actually an accomplice trying to hide behind the excuse that he has no saying.
Facts on the ground: sixty years after they were illegally introduced and then begrudgingly “accepted”, altar girls are still extremely controversial, because it’s obviously wrong to have women in the sanctuary, which you know if you are a properly instructed Catholic.
Pope Leo knows that. A heretic he is; a homo he may be; but he is not so dumb that the significance of an altar girl at a mass officiated by him escapes him.
Please stop making excuses for the guy. He needs to take responsibility for his actions as everybody else.
Nice try, but no, it does not work that way.
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“World In Flames”: Leo Does Not Become Intelligent On Ash Wednesday.
Some of you have him: the embarrassing stupid uncle who goes on and on, always talking about the same thing. His relatives try to listen politely, perhaps try with some gentle remarks with him to make him stop, but do not want to offend him. So on and on he goes.
Leo is pretty much the same. Whatever he does, he needs to put the environment in. Environmentalism is the man’s constant fixation, or at least he pretends that it is.
Even on Ash Wednesday, the guy must make childish references to a “world in flames” (fire = ashes, do you see the brilliance here?). Of course, he will tell you that the flames are not only about wwwwwaaaaarrr, but also about “the ashes of the entire ecosystem”. Yeah, pal, I am almost asphyxiating because of the ashes of the environemtn right now, when the Country has been going through another extremely cold spell, which I was promised only 20 years ago would soon be a thing of the past.
Leo hates Trump so much, he also adds the “ashes of international law”, because today is the day where everything must be burning. Poor, poor international law! It looks like a wet puppy right now! How can Leo not be distraught at seeing that, finally, someone is willing to act with Venezuela, Iran, Cuba, instead of being content with the usual kabuki theatre of pretending to care and pretending to solve problems?
Still, the “world in flames” is, clearly, worry number one. If this guy were worried about Salvation one tenth of how much he is worried about the the “world in flames”, he would have a much bigger audience. Sadly, from such a guy you can only expect that, if he talked about salvation, he would do it to threaten with the flames of hell those who use plastic straws, or something of the sort.
And so there we are. Another Ash Wednesday, another very good occasion for evangelisation and for a clearly Catholic message gone, and another day when this little cretin embarrasses himself.
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