Herbert: Report from the Besieged City

Shameful Advice from the Pontifical Academy for Life on the Use of Vaccines Containing Aborted Tissue

The Pontifical Academy for Life advice on vaccines containing cells from murdered (aborted) babies is legalistic fudge - The Academy expressed the right of parents to use or abstain from aborted fetal vaccines “if it can be done without causing children, and indirectly the population as a whole, to undergo significant risks to their health. However, if the latter are exposed to considerable dangers to their health, vaccines with moral problems pertaining to them may also be used on a temporary basis.". The Academy expressed the right of parents to use or abstain from aborted fetal vaccines “if it can be done without causing children, and indirectly the population as a whole, to undergo significant risks to their health. However, if the latter are exposed to considerable dangers to their health, vaccines with moral problems pertaining to them may also be used on a temporary basis. The moral reason is that the duty to avoid passive material cooperation is not obligatory if there is grave inconvenience.”  (The central concern in their document was for pregnant women and the possible transmission of rubella to her unborn child.)

Let me explain my position by way of analogy.

In a wartime concentration camp run by military police, food is insufficient to keep the slave labour force (of whom there is no shortage) strong enough for work. No extra food can be imported from outside because of shortages.

The commandant decides that those prisoners who are unable to work will be killed and made into sausages, meat  pies, and soup, and fed to the prisoners still capable of work.

Amongst the prisoners is a Catholic Bishop, who, relies on the reasoning in this passage, dealing with vaccine containing cells from aborted babies, from the Pontifical Academy for Life:

 “The Academy expressed the right of parents to use or abstain from aborted foetal vaccines:

 “if it can be done without causing children, and indirectly the population as a whole, to undergo significant risks to their health. However, if the latter are exposed to considerable dangers to their health, vaccines with moral problems pertaining to them may also be used on a temporary basis. The moral reason is that the duty to avoid passive material cooperation is not obligatory if there is grave inconvenience.”

The Bishop states that the prisoners may eat the human flesh food products because:

Not to do so would cause them grave inconvenience, and

The work which they are doing, manufacturing sanitary equipment, e.g. lavatories, for hospitals, is vital for the health and welfare of the public. Its non-performance would cause the public grave inconvenience.

I would treat him, and his opinion, with the contempt they deserve and hope that, after the end of hostilities and the defeat of the nation whose camp it was, he would be dismissed the clerical state.

Degenerates, Buffoons, and Clods

In these times of a Church governed to some extent by degenerates, buffoons, and clods, and presided over by a Pope of whom the less said and thought, the better, it is salutary to recall the Church as it was in the time of St Augustine of Hippo:

(From Wikipedia)

The Circumcellions or Agonistici (as called by Donatists) were bands of Berber Christian extremists in North Africa in the early to mid-4th century. They were considered heretical by the Catholic Church. They were initially concerned with remedying social grievances, but they became linked with the Donatist sect. They condemned property and slavery, and advocated free love, canceling debt, and freeing slaves. Donatists prized martyrdom and had a special devotion for the martyrs, rendering honours to their graves.

The term "Circumcellions" was coined by others, based on "circum cellas euntes", they go around larders, because "they roved about among the peasants, living off those they sought to indoctrinate."

The Circumcellions regarded martyrdom as the true Christian virtue (as the early Church Father Tertullian said, "a martyr's death day was actually his birthday"), and thus disagreed with the Episcopal see of Carthage on the primacy of chastity, sobriety, humility, and charity. Instead, they focused on bringing about their own martyrdom.

On occasion, members of this group assaulted Roman legionaries or armed travelers with simple wooden clubs to provoke them into attacking and martyring them. Others interrupted courts of law and verbally provoked the judge so that he would order their immediate execution (a normal punishment at the time for contempt of court).[ The sect survived until the fifth century in Africa.

I am not saying it could be worse, because at least those poor deluded souls were not elevated to bishoprics, but simply that the current situation is not the end of the Church.

Be angry and pray. They have got to die sometime.

Thought for the Day

If the Church is (and she is) my spiritual mother, I feel as happy as if my mother had shacked up with a snake-oil salesman of highly dubious proclivities. I have a bottle of something very nice to celebrate with when this Papacy ends.

A Jewish Nightingale, Murdered by Germany at Auschwitz

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Dora Gerson (23 March 1899 – 14 February 1943) was a Jewish German cabaret singer and motion picture actress of the silent film era who died with her family at Auschwitz concentration camp.

Wishful Thinking

The Infernal Dining Room, Bugged

The lords of Pandemonium, when at dinner
Have choice of every kind of deadly sinner.
Who knows what most delights their debased palate,
The bloody tyrant, or perverted prelate?

Said Satan seated at the nightly feast,
"I'll have the Pope, Beelzy, you the Priest."
Beelzebub replied, with face downcast,
"You get the heretic, I the pederast."

From Belial, "Think how Bodily Resurrection
"Will so enhance our great House of Correction.
The shrieking soul, with cringing flesh complete,
Basted, crisped, quivering on a piping plate."

For me, he will always be:

George Boregoglio

A Truly Modern Moment

Ms Goodthinkful: Here, Tamsin and Jared, you better go out and buy some more balloons and teddy bears.

Jared: Oh no! What now?

Ms Goodthinkful: Someone has just nuked Paris. There's nothing left.

Tamsin: And just when we thought we had closure after Bristol! I thought we were moving on, but here we go again [sighs].

Jared: We'll go straight round to the French Embassy when we've bought them.

Ms Goodthinkful: And don't forget the selfies!

Can You Spot the Difference, Frankie?

Pay attention now Frankie!

The first picture is Luther. He is inedible.

This is a picture of a pig, The pig is edible.

That's the difference.

Now you can go back to insulting Catholics.

Murdered because of a trivial dispute between two trivial and worthless German thugs.

The following meditation on autumn was written by Bruno Schulz (July 12, 1892 – November 19, 1942). His tragic story can be found on Wikipedia. He was an author of stories, a lost novel, and poetry, a Catholic, of Jewish parentage, whose 'patron', the German-Austrian thug Felix Landau, murdered the Jewish dentist of another German thug,  Karl Günther, who, in revenge, murdered Bruno Schulz.

The autumn would not end. Like soap bubbles, days rose ever more beautiful and etherial, and each of them seemed so perfect that every moment of its duration was like a miracle extended beyond measure and almost painful. In the stillness of those deep and beautiful days, the consistence of leaves changed imperceptibly, until one day all the trees stood in the straw fire of completely demateralsed leaves, in a light redness like a coating of coloured confetti, magnificent peacocks and phoenixes; the slightest move or flutter would cause them to shed the splendour of their plumage - the light, moulted,superfluous leafy feathers.

Bruno Schulz: A Second Autumn”, from The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories, transl. Celina Wieniewska. 

Jesień, jesień, aleksandryjska epoka roku, gromadząca w swych ogromnych bibliotekach jałową mądrość 365 dni obiegu słonecznego. O, te poranki starcze, żółte jak pergamin, słodkie od mądrości jak późne wieczory! Te przedpołudnia uśmiechnięte chytrze jak mądre palimpsesty, wielowarstwowe jak stare pożółkłe księgi! Ach, dzień jesienny, ten stary filut-bibliotekarz, łażący w spełzłym szlafroku po drabinach i kosztujący z konfitur wszystkich wieków i kultur! Każdy krajobraz jest mu jak wstęp do starego romansu. Jakże się świetnie bawi, wypuszczając bohaterów dawnych powieści na spacer pod to zadymione i miodne niebo, w tę mętną i smutną, późną słodycz światła! Jakich nowych przygód dozna Donkiszot w Soplicowie? Jak ułoży się życie Robinsonowi po powrocie do rodzinnego Bolechowa?

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W duszne, nieruchome wieczory, złote od zórz, odczytywał nam ojciec wyjątki ze swego manuskryptu. Porywający lot idei pozwalał mu chwilami zapomnieć o groźnej obecności Adeli.

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Przyszły ciepłe wiatry mołdawskie, nadciągnęła ta ogromna żółta monotonia, to słodkie, jałowe wianie z południa. Jesień nie chciała się skończyć. Jak bańki mydlane wstawały dni coraz piękniejsze i eteryczniejsze i każdy wydawał się tak do ostatnich granic wyszlachetniony, że każda chwila trwania była cudem przedłużonym nad miarę i niemal bolesnym.

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W ciszy tych dni głębokich i pięknych zmieniała się niepostrzeżenie materia listowia, aż pewnego dnia stały drzewa w słomianym ogniu całkiem zdematerializowanych liści, w krasie lekkiej jak wykwit plewy, jak nalot kolorowych confetti — wspaniałe pawie i feniksy, które wstrząsnąć się tylko muszą i zatrzepotać, ażeby strącić to świetne, lżejsze od bibułki, wylinione i niepotrzebne już pierze.

— Bruno Schulz, “A Second Autumn”, from The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories