April 19, 2010: Anti-Sodomy Crusade Update, dateline McCook, NE.
A USA on its knees morally and materially—with the mock-patriotic harangues of alien, secretive and insincere political leaders ringing in its ears—met our eyes on this latest eastward salient of the National Anti-Sodomy Crusade, starting from Arizona on the 14th of March. We went only as far as the Indiana border, and not all the way to D.C., as planned, due to certain difficulties, including a bent axle: a story-all-its-own to be told in a following line. Glaringly obvious on this trip was the fact that vaunted “recovery” figures are computed almost entirely in profits for the big boys on the stock market, and hardly at all in terms of employment, or bread on the table, or durable and dependable products, transportation, or roads for the common man. “U.S.” highways in particular having succumbed in an especially miserable way: once-boasted pathways which a half-century and more of a teamster-mob-catering irrational emphasis upon truck-transport have largely reduced to near-impassible washboards, or a pock-marked landscape resembling some theater of war. The man on the street likewise being increasingly timid when it comes to expressing his disgust, indeed his sheer terror, regarding a flag-waving-but-citizen-indifferent D.C., fast becoming the perverted, inhuman war-and-sodomy machine of all times. A common man systematically coerced and preempted at every turn, intimidated precisely as were citizens of Nazi Germany—which also had lots of glib, self-justifying excuses for expansionary and aggressive war, for a perverted agenda at home—mouthed by the same sort of unnatural crew at the national helm. They who had parallels in the Warsaw Pact of Stalin’s time.
Hence is help hard to come by, out on Crusade, when we are having mechanical difficulties, and need the assistance or contributions of others who share our views. The “hear no evil, speak no evil, think no evil” of the citizens of a totalitarian state having been achieved in rare form, prompted by cleverly-concocted “hate language” legislation, and with “friendly” black-ops “acts of terror” having led the ever-“patriotic” van. The common citizen being denied even the intrinsic right to form political ideas, to take part in political activities of any kind on his own initiative, from out of the depths of his own mind and soul. A lock-step regimen being imposed, in a prison-compound whose un-scalable walls are the very wide seas, a stalag 13 ably guarded by a host of McMansion correctness watch-dogs, like one well-to-do lady whose path we crossed. She who no doubt readily reports a “suspicious activity” when anything more controversial than a McDonald’s drive-in lunch occurs. Let alone when a Mediterranean-looking guy shows his face beside a bold political manifesto and graphic display. After which condition-red peril four squad-cars in succession appeared: good cops a couple of whom, once apprised of what was really going on, were apologetical in the extreme. While John Q. Citizen might easily lose an already-tenuously-held job—or jettison some crucial “connection”—in today’s regimented corporate job-market—were he to somehow “get involved”, to question the dogma of a infallible, religion-of-America USA which condemns “rogue” nations to hideous deaths, one by one, Even as partaking in anything perceived as “backward” (read here Christian) involves a double penalty from this toweringly-powerful crowd that now so unquestioningly rules our land, and that two millennia ago crucified our Blessed Lord. Who have “Christian” hangers-on at every turn. With John Q. being likewise condemned inevitably and in the blackest of terms by Boomer-era relatives if he incurs socioeconomic penalties noted above: a Mom or uncle for whom “bringing in the bacon”, despite all the heroic slogans, has long been the staple “do all and the end all” of life. A centuries-old, murderously “practical” mentality being involved, witnessed already in the systematic slaughter of Indians “cluttering” a westward “Manifest destiny” march. An epic drive which would “make the world safe for democracy” and for the petulant baubles of a soon-to-come suburban-American middle class. The USA, as I profoundly hate to say, having been founded by its Jewish, Calvinist and Masonic originators for one purpose alone: to role back the gains of Catholic Faith in the Western Hemisphere. And having proven so good at this commission, Uncle Sam would then extend basically the same destructive agenda around the world. At the base of which program-of-aggression is a kosher-synagogue value-ordering demanded indeed by basically all the churches and pseudo-churches of today. A hypocritical spurning of the Holy Gospel which took an entire world unawares; having been sprung on us under alluring monikers of “progress”, “advancement”, “freedom”, bringing one-time-rational creatures to deliriously kiss their clattering chains. A regimen offered a degree of resistance by virile men like John Kennedy and his brother Bob, fallen at their post, true heroes and patriots by any account.
But “life goes on”, as Al Capone said laughingly to his cronies in the movie, seated around a huge table, enjoying a rare feast, just before he beat a low-achiever lieutenant to death with a baseball bat, right there on the damask linen tablecloth: furnishing a dramatization of how Americans, loathing to miss a step in stride, manage to maintain all the airs of a church picnic as they amble giddily through slaughterhouses of every kind. After all, that’s the uprighteousness, or yet-again the “tough”, the “cool”, that is so legendary about this fabled land, when you boil it all down. Can we be so surprised that “cholos” from Latin America seek to share in this mystique-of-cruelty, having been formed amid a crushing poverty (see Alma Gulliermoprieto’s The Heart that Bleeds), and having been bred on El-Norte-looking TV and big screen images which glorify gang warfare and a life of crime?
The already-bleak picture out here on the Crusader trail is also punctuated rudely by those sodomites—a tiny percentage—who only add another garish brush-stroke to a picture already lurid in the extreme—they who make up for their spare numbers by their own signature bold and brazen way. Libertines who stop without shame to mock and bray, at our frankly-worded display, once in a while even to expose themselves indecently. It is they too, primarily, as I suspect—having no real way of knowing for sure—who tidily and dutifully leave behind their bottles of urine everywhere along the road. As feces and urine mean everything to these “advanced” people, a tumultuous gaggle who apparently leave these mementos as a kind of token of their victories, both political and personal, like dogs marking territory. So humane and advanced are they, requiring congressional protections to be lavished upon them like royalty of a weird new kind. Or who phone in urgent reports to the highway patrol or other police-agencies, alleging that we are “blocking traffic” or some such absurd thing, when we typically pulled off at least twenty feet from the edge of the road, showing our signs and slogans for all to see. Much the way the Jews accused Our Blessed Lord of vandalism or sedition, even though He had “spoken to them daily in the Temple” in the most innocent and unthreatening way. But in a society entirely ruled by lies and fear, instead of the old Christian love still so evident here and there during beloved Kennedy years, some species of this sort of intimidation is always rampant, and the most hideous sorts of impostures rule the day.
We went through St. Mary’s, KS, the celebrated center of the Catholic-traditionalist Society of St. Pius X, once again this trip, and were astonished to see the facelift the town has received: presenting a far different picture from the near-ghost-town we wrote about, some three years ago. A whole block or two has been entirely transformed, until, fantastically enough, it presents the impression of one big luxury boutique, or, alternately, of a set of glittering doll-houses, all in a row. Hundred-and-more-year-old buildings no doubt thus fabulously outfitted by a gaggle of millionaires with fashionable children at the traditionalist academy down the way. But the problem was: we saw no one going in and out of the shops, or strolling out on the street, which made us think of the way the noted Catholic traditionalist enclave at the east end of town, seated in the old and once-venerable Jesuit buildings, had seemed to our own experience, some fifteen years ago: having impacted the visitor like a sort of stage upon which smashing impressions were made. This motif, of this place, having developed in a no-doubt predetermined way over time, perhaps to offer a stunning object-lesson about the effete direction the Church is supposed to go. “The college” having in another sense, during our own time of attendance at Mass there, seemed unmistakably to have been straining itself to reproduce the external ethos of the Catholic past in a sort of historical play, and not really in heartfelt thought, word and deed. Far less in order to perpetuate the Faith than to proclaim it as a curious, indeed even a vaguely-hilarious, artifact, a subject of nothing better than fascinated inspection. Here being a church irretrievably, irreparably moored in a social history museum; indeed, and in effect, in a sort of a highly-impressive grave. Such being the overwhelmingly-dominant kinds of “defenders” that an embattle Catholic tradition has today.
Concerning the little matter of a bent axle: our other mechanical problems had already required a return home, to the West, and in the first hundred or so miles back westward, in Illinois, we saw designated a “picnic area”, into which we forthwith turned: as this truck needs a “breather” now and again, as if it were a horse or a mule. Little then did we suspect—official nomenclature of a state facility and all—that the other end of this “roadside rest”, some distance away, the part that had once contained the “turn around”, had been privatized, bought by the adjacent landowner, and stoutly fenced and duly posted with “no trespassing” signs all around. Nor that the feckless traveler would thus be required to turn around as he might, out on the lawn. (Really, this story is absolutely true, and there are worse things yet, I assure you, to be found out there. Unless you have one of these new vehicles with the navigational equipment, which might caution you about such singular road-anomalies. And the absence of which, by the new Bush/Obama official success ethic, no doubt makes you “deserve” the sometimes-fatal consequences that might easily-enough ensue). Hence, as a backward-uphill climb, and instant exposure to traffic on the road, was quite prohibitive, for a two-vehicle combo of some fifty-five feet long or so, all told—we went ahead and sailed around fast, not wishing to get bogged down, in a tight circuit. In the middle of which we heard and felt a quite-noticeable wrench. Evidently, others had done the same maneuver, many times, over the same ground, and the groundskeeper had merely clipped the grass neatly over some gigantic ruts thus made, making it all appear level and smooth. Thus could he collect his “free-enterprise” Hannity-hard-working private contractor pay without any further ado. Only some 50 miles down the road did the foul smell of disintegrating rubber—which you have to experience to appreciate—alert us that something was wrong—as a desultory inspection had netted no clues of the strange cant now evident, on closer viewing, in one of the wheels.
As noted elsewhere on this site, we have no real way of knowing how many people are taking up our call to establish the Frankpledge, the ten-head-of-household unit of local authority which is so contributory, indeed almost definitive, to a legitimate state, to genuine democratic self-rule of any kind. And to a legitimizing pursuit of the common good: which is no “bleeding-heart” liberalism at all, but only genuine government, only reason and humanity instead of falsely-recognized Bluebeard-like public tyranny and rapine. For one thing, everyone is mortally afraid to press the "contact us" button, for fear of drawing some homeland-security dragnet down on themselves, or in apprehension that we ourselves might indeed be some sorts of well-paid government decoys, to lead them into a trap. Hence too (later note of 2012) the prevalence of these chat-groups, of the more recent Twitter, and so on: "social media" of such huge numbers that safety from today's KGB-like official suspicion is thought therein to lay. While the inherent catering to every sort of violently-contrary opinion by these web-harbors of characterless anonymity—representing in a sense a repudiation of personhood and personal identity far worse than any compromised pin-number, a deep-seated capitulation ironically dramatized by all the intimately-personal bio-details, snapshots and all—all this bonhomie is only another tiring species of the chatty harmlessness that makes our Brave New World of today so "brave". Yet there are some subtle signs that the Frankpledge idea may easily be taking root, a system which likewise takes for granted some form of a nobility, and perhaps even a monarchy, as well.
For although assemblies are fundamental to the patient hammering out of legislation, the reconciliation of regional claims, the negotiation of treaties, and a host of other standard “housekeeping” tasks, some gravely-consequential, some trivial in the extreme, they have demonstrated themselves repeatedly down through time to be woefully ineffectual in the face of treachery and intrigue. That betrayal of the public good which is always carried out by some few individuals or by tight-knit, cryptic, military-style groups, and against which assemblies by their very interminable-discussion-oriented, mob-stampedeable composition are plainly ill-armed. Indeed the Roman Senate itself was plagued by this deadly disease, this paralysis, among whose earmarks was counted a startlingly-D.C.-hearkening use of the public forum to put on airs of heroic political charm, while disdainfully shunning the thorny-but-obscure labors of the public good: in which exertions one might easily, like the Apostles on the Sea of Galilee, trawl "the whole night, and gather nothing." With the ancient assembly always able to shout down or hand-wring-into-exasperation the salutary input of Rome's admirable political corollaries like the tribunate and other organs of mitigating official decisiveness. So that the Republic finally gave way to the Principate, else the state dissolve into pure chaos, after a string of public calamities like the revolt of the gladiators, the Civil Wars and the universal disorders surrounding the assassination of Julius Caesar. The resulting subsequent advent of Augustus, with its lamentable idolatrous deification of he and the many to follow upon his throne, being the solution adjudged to be required, an alternative that is like going "from the frying pan into the fire", making tyranny and intrigue no longer secret but the order of the day. The cunning machinations of traitors being something against which neither assemblies nor dictatorships were ever in history realistically designed to deal: as witnessed by hosts of glory-seeking Napoleons in a long age-hoary line, or in our own internal saga-of-intrigue of Pearl Harbor, with an obsequious Congress under a hegemonic Roosevelt at the helm. As well as by treacherous testimony of the Gulf Wars, and a host of other such plots-of-traitors and world-conquering misanthropes before.
Hence the requirement, to defend the democratic assembly itself, to insure its ability to continue its plodding, painstaking work, of the ever-impatient man who “has his ear to the ground” constantly, for any rumblings of approaching forces of aggression, treason and other insidious and deadly wrongs. A real technician, a wee-hours-of-the-night specialist, who’s governed by critical instinct as much as by anything else. A sleuth, a bloodhound, an executive, who in ancient Rome was always also a general. A leader who however works entirely in coordination with the assembly: who indeed, as during the Punic Wars, returned to present his case to the Senate before making any major change in plans. A commander on occasion capable of taking bold, lightning-like steps—of treeing the most cunning of beasts—but only when and where absolutely required. Emergency steps for which—and here’s a big however—as in the case of a long line of heroic Caesars of Roman Times—the executive must later make a strict accounting before the same assembly, or be dismissed or even be convicted of capital crime. For in real democracies, contrary to loudly-praised confetti ones, there is really no artificially-contrived “tension” or “turf-guarding” between branches of the state, “balanced” combatively one against the other; rather is each understood to serve the very same goals. Indeed, only a sly enemy would ever contrive such a polarity in the very bosom of the sovereign home, the fatherland. True executives, eminently practical men, however here in the “freedom loving” USA easily incurring accusations of Noriega-like conduct, when faced with the sorts of many-sided treacheries that any Latin-American head-of-state has had to face for a couple of centuries, and that American politicians must face today.
No, this true executive is not some George Bush or Barrack Obama, of whom I speak, at the head of a secretive coterie which regularly arranges false emergencies and commissions brutal and cunning black-ops provocateur deeds, under whose spur to sanctimoniously wage war. Is this not the very kiss of the traitor? So that the same legislative assembly—the last player in a divide-and-rule “crack the whip”—muzzled from any standard, routine, mandatory inquiry, especially where any loss of life is involved—is prevailed upon to grant “emergency powers”. A supine Congress being translated in this nefarious way into a people subjected to ever-newer and more cynical types of surveillance, naked “imaging”, detention and other radical oversteps at every turn. A perverted war-machine being constructed here which then without ado turns corporate-coveted foreign lands into bloody graveyards, to hold the mortal remains of the most innocent of native lives. The seemingly-unbridgeable middle-ground between the one kind of tyranny, that of the ever-manipulable assembly, one the one hand, and that of the candid dictatorship, is to be found in one system alone, the sole-dependable repository likewise of a much-celebrated rule of law. Namely in an organizationally-distributive system such as the Frankpledge Party advocates, together with the latter's inseparable embrace of the once-universally-recognized Christian moral law as the sole constitution that under-girds and interprets the law of the land. But rather is it a god of chaos that is worshipped in this Religion of America under rueful inspection here, not the One True God Who brings ineffable due ordering and peace. A false creed by contrast bringing firebrands of hostility, of catastrophe not only to misidentified foreign foes but equally as much to the folks at home.
But to have our true kind of free state we must first immobilize the traitors, whatever it takes: even in a Noriega-like way, if necessary, a guy whose cryptic function as a CIA operative in a foreign land no doubt required him, rightly or wrongly, to become (or remain) involved in certain illicit things, perhaps even in the drug-running of which he was accused, but which he continues vociferously to deny. A Noriega who however, once he had grasped the repulsive globalist cynicism involved in U.S. narco and other foreign policies of all kinds, tried to interdict—and not really to milk—the American-mandated, Israeli-mole-agent-directed illegal drug-trade. But the real peccadillo of Manuel—little mentioned fact though it be—was to have had the unparalleled heroic audacity to throw the “School of the Americas”—based for decades on Panamanian soil—a training ground for special-ops troops, as well as for global terrorists—out on its ear. That which was the real “rub” to this benign and venerable Uncle Sam, ruling behind ever-threatening gray clouds of a synagogue-controlled Washington, far to the north.
Americans, wake up! We can do better than this.
March 27, 2010: Thoughts while on Crusade. In our own constant experience, out here on the road, today’s youth are no real enthusiasts for sodomy or aggressive-warfare machismo, as stoutly claimed by some. Rather are these young people refreshingly child-like, non-macho and non-seductress, a veritable new “field white for the harvest” for true Catholic Faith. But it is aging Boomers and adjacent age-groups who are sodomy/aggressive-warfare’s “last chance” generation.
After that, “the game is up”. The Boomers, newborns fresh out of the triumphant euphoria of World War II, are the last dwindling foot-soldiers in a hyper-aggressive enterprise for which today’s newer generation has little taste. Thus is largely explained the desperate pace—of global conquest, of moral revolution, spurred on by artificially-arranged financial collapse—since the “coalition of the willing” Boomer-base is fast melting away. This Boomer-manned hot-air balloon of lockstep futurism having developed a thousand leaks by the time of the Xers, a million by the time of present-day youth. The Boomers—to whose age-group I belong, but whose opinions and habits I detest—showing forth a rare combination of hyper-militancy and radical-advocacy over which today’s 20-year-olds are nowhere near as enthused. As is this hoarsely-vocal, front-and-center sexagenarian crowd.
Neither are the youngsters of today eager contestants in Boomer-male bravadoes, encounters on Crusade having convinced us that today’s youth long for the spiritually profound, eschewing in particular storied struggles of elder masculine neighbors and relatives to bring womanhood to its knees. A fairer gender from out of whose vulnerability has been wrung out an exploitive price in decades past. Young people today easily adopting Catholicism’s great respect and even veneration for women, even as the young ladies of our time so gratefully value any least bit of affection or regard they might receive. For in spite of all the ballyhoo about feminism and women’s rights of Boomer forebears, these girls have watched their station denigrated and humiliated in the most woeful of terms. Boomer female forerunners having sometimes indeed held a sort of advantage, in their heyday having had many more true gentlemen still around, to bully, at least in some cases, with their charms. The “these boots were made for walking” sort of woman having however quickly been succeeded by neglected, despised, mistreated colleagues of today, who by dint of moral surrenders of aunts and mothers find themselves living “in a man’s world” in the most brutal and remorseless way. As one construction worker of my own brief acquaintance once brazenly crowed to the rest of us during lunch-time, seated here and there on newly-poured concrete of another framing job, regarding an unfortunate gal behind a convenience-store counter, one who had resisted verbal and gestural demotions to the level of a street-corner whore, just moments before. Thrusting his stubby finger into her fine face, as he graphically reenacted, as on a stage, he had exclaimed, “just don’t forget that you live in a man’s world.”
But alas, the super-macho who uttered this testimonial might easily-enough now be chasing boys around instead of girls, as this sort of meanness and brutality readily empties itself into the sewers of sodomy. Such “men” readily “tiring of the natural”, as time goes by, leaving the girl of today not only abused and misused, underrated and preyed upon, but just as often coldly ignored, no matter how great her charms. All this being likewise an inevitable result of human-nature-hating heresies under which this nation, sad to say, was as it were intrinsically formed, which especially condemn the warm qualities and natural vulnerabilities of girlhood and womanhood, the fairest bloom of natural creation, of earthly life. And to conveniently equate these innate natural qualities, in themselves, with foul seductions of every kind. Having little sense of justice, of giving and receiving, of a sweet and noble reciprocity, but rather too often being imbued with cruelty and sadism, easy-conquest and criminal rapine. Evils and errors-in-perception which genuine Catholicism alone answers in a resounding, joyful, custom-and-culture-grounded way. While today’s men in late teens and twenties, as I am also happy to say, seem themselves quite commonly to be of the same general innocence of mind and heart as their female cohorts, with an attendant lessening of personal guilt for the evils they sometimes do and to which they are exposed. Even as today’s young men seem scarcely of the ribald and sadistic character required for membership in the sodomite crowd, as a certain unmistakable harmless manner, a certain calm and pacific brow, has witnessed to us repeatedly from coast to coast. For they have seen more-than-enough of heartbreak, of relations based on cruelty and contempt, and they want no more.
Regarding all this staggeringly-significant changing-of-the-guard, out on the Crusade trail it is interesting how often we see some grizzled old Boomer biker—a breed which still, after decades, veritably hogs the roads on any sunny weekend, with their “Harley hogs”—among a generation which surprisingly-often still has “money to burn”—a guy who has a lovely twenty-year-old or younger female companion on the back of his bike. No doubt having dumped some older partner, in a succession easily-enough of as many as ten or twelve, a woman who perhaps couldn’t keep up with the fast pace, or yet-more-likely with all the ridiculous rooster-in-the-henhouse sexual-enhancement drugs. His weathered eye assessing this typically-unhappy young thing, as she indeed realizes more deeply with each new mile, to be a mere retread for a storied, hubris-ridden “keep on truckin’” lifestyle on the road. That epitome of all-male, borderline-sodomite camaraderie, a boorish saga in which the fair sex is a mere trophy to show off to other males in the bike-pack, or to brag about around the lunch-table at work, or among the crusty old crowd of retirees down at the Johnny Reb café. And to laughingly tell the deepest of personal secrets upon. A heartless institution, this crowing victimization, which apparently still, after all these exhausting years, largely defines the old roistering yet ritual-ablutionary Boomer crowd. That towering irony, namely, upon which a world-conquering pseudo-USA was made, and which is fast running out of time—and blindly-loyal adherents—to remake the world in this puritan/totalitarian way.
Thus unavoidably is my confidence more with the young and even the “un-churched” of today, asking them to claim that purity, sublimity and nobility which is theirs by natural and supernatural right. Inviting them, having come to believe in the One True Faith, to go out from there, to be apostles to non-Christians, to a vast and ranging group which likewise has little of this staggeringly-ironic ribald/puritanical ‘70s interior baggage to bear. To a humanity with relatively little attachment to a modernity, a “progress” which, as Haitians and Afghanis are so cruelly finding out, has likely-enough taken from them every good thing. Young people to whom I address this invitation, supposedly deep in the thralls of all this Star Trek speed and gadgetry, being little so inclined in their heart of hearts, having long ago already tired of all this breathless display, this commercial “gospel”. Manic-futuristic jingles still no doubt echoing in harried minds of young folks who were likely plopped down in front of the TV set as tiny kids, to watch and hear harrowing, horrific or lewd things. This by “upwardly mobile” Boomer parents who were intent on “bringing in the bacon”, who had precious-little regard to an interior life. And who may even have used little Jake or Jane as a sort of class-triumphal trophy, and precious-little more. Indeed, these good and promising, ultimately-uncontainable young people—judging by those we constantly meet with out here on the Crusade—will doubtless readily make good archers and foot-soldiers for our noble cause. This while Sikhs and Muslims, Hindus and Shintos—much of the “field white for the harvest” noted above—have no word-smithing anti-councils like Vatican II to inwardly contend with, to clamor confusedly somewhere in back of their minds. No roaring background noise of a false Catholicism to drown out the calm-yet-commanding grace of a Holy Ghost Who “worketh whither He wills”. While Catholic and other Western youngsters have likewise drawn little comfort during their few unhappy years from a New Church spiritual regimen zany and loveless, over-emotional, insipid and, for all the hugging and groupie-hoopla largely self-centered, sometimes indeed to the very core. The young and their non-Catholic comrades-in-innocence in far-away lands being by contrast quite ready to consider in profound reflection the words of an Aquinas or an Augustine, minus all the qualifiers, the “what you have to understand”’s, of those who have gutted the thinking of these giants beyond repair.
Today’s young find little attraction as well in the atomized, alienated, radically-exclusionary Alinsky “neighborhood parish” of New Church: venues belying a true Faith never in the least proprietary in its articles-of-faith, liturgy and other sacred treasures, let alone in mystic treasures of brotherly love. A Catholicism rather recognized from time immemorial as the patrimony of all mankind, as one could palpably sense as one entered the double doors a half-century and more ago, when I was a boy, into cool, embracing, mystery-saturated, catacomb-like reaches of the neo-gothic churches of those times. In dim-lit seclusion, where incense still likely lay heavy in the air, before the wreckers of Vatican II did their deadly work. The fragrant, anonymity-guarding obscurity, a faithful repository of the fervor of generations past, itself having announced quietly that everyone had an equal claim to be there, back then, which no one would have dared deny. Contrasting a New Church with its starkly-contrived ultra-modern stage-light choreography, its posh, self-indulgence-breeding carpets and cushions, its “security”-minded surveillance, of whose class-and-race-exclusionary potential so much is with doughty convenience made. All this aptly joined—like a MacDonald’s drive-in to the half-hour lunch—to the “don’t sweat the small stuff” of questionable papal or sacramental legitimacy. This privileged congregation partaking too of an odd and off-handed whimsy of the most zany, sterile and disconcerting kind. While today’s so-called Traditionalists take the proprietary to new depths of arrogant hauteur, posting “private property” signs on parish lawns, harboring a faith-alien class, race and nationality consciousness, reducing religion to a “mine is but to do or die” statism/personality-submersion of the most abject kind. All of which anomalies on both sides are utterly destructive of the soul. Today’s “Catholic” formation ending far more often in a Duke-LaCrosse-team-like sowing of wild oats than in anything recognizable as the genuine Catholic Way. (Celebrated non-repentant exotic dancer watchers by definition hardly being so cherubically-innocent as they are ceaselessly portrayed by their many wealthy right-wing-Catholic defenders. Even if—fat chance, judging by countless other cases of the same tiringly-familiar kind—they didn’t rape anyone).
Just the other night, we watched this lovely young lady, the actress, going around the globe defending women against abuse, being interviewed by Wolf Blitzer, and we were deeply touched. She herself, although even then clad in the immodesty which is rigidly required of all who come on stage, admits the triviality of the movie roles into which she has been cast, and plainly longs for something deeper, something really profound, something immaculately clean—immersed in the very quintessential element of the soul—into which to throw herself without any further ado. Maybe some of what seems a fundamental innocence will rub off on the Hilary Clintons and others with whom she spoke later, at a prestigious gathering, and whom she so ably addressed. They who now draw mankind down a shameful and treacherous path, and who need the guiding light, the good and generous hearts, of such real-if-youthful leaders as she seems poised to become.
March 9, 2010: Verdict of just-completed second major California anti-sodomy/anti-aggressive-war crusade of January-March: a regime of fear and silence is being rigorously imposed upon the majority across the country, perhaps especially in that state.
All presumably under standard threadbare monikers of “security”, of fear for the safety of sodomites—who understandably enough have few real friends—this legislative, executive and judicial onslaught on their behalf sails forward without any resistance at all. The sodomites have indeed been elevated by all three branches of government to lofty realms of martyrdom and sainthood, rarified plateaus descending from there, with the ever-ready help of schools and the media, to the “up and coming thing” and scores of other categories of a scarcely-less flattering and ingratiating kind. Do we surround other criminals who pervert youth—as do these sodomites in everything they do—with these sorts of applause, and formidable protections from the ire of their fellowman? No: we are more likely to publicize their domiciles so that all might be ruefully aware of them, and readily make them the butt of popular contempt in any way it might come forth. “Security measures” sometimes indeed taken to excess with these other miscreants, all the while high praises are bestowed on the far-more-ample numbers, and much-more-harmful society-wide effect, of the sodomite crowd.
But the vaudeville continues with no break in stride, and I myself was verbally assaulted, met with red-faced aggressive hysteria, almost thrown out of an auto-parts store, while on our California Crusade. Being thus rudely treated by the sodomite manager, simply for offering a business card to someone else who was in the check-out line, with whom I had become engaged in standard “car talk” conversation, concerning our own (again) temporarily-disabled truck. A guy who had asked me about my travels in his state. This shrill episode, this gross violation of civil rights—with threatening gestures, and a bellowing “not in my store!”—having occurred in a state where various other highly-transparent public skits are playing out with tiring regularity. Like the recent revelations of a noisy, tasteless “anti-gay” legislator, at last uncovered to be a sodomite himself. After which came a public admission, apparently a veritable “coming out” which is supposedly a “great embarrassment” to the prop. 8, anti-sodomy folks. The likelihood that this guy was “planted” by the sodomy-marriage crowd to “come out” in this catastrophic way being quite evident to me, having watched for decades as radicals invented ugly, previously-unheard-of incidents of all kinds to neatly bring about radical change. Thus the ‘70s “streakers”, moral predecessors of today’s sodomite-activists, who of set purpose violated American visual purity of the day beyond repair. Or even those midnight trashers of state-level roadside rest areas—previously untouched, as we saw in our many long travels, by hostile hands of any kind. These effeminate hippy-vandals having in my opinion been the bare-knuckled vanguard of a social-streamlining elite who want to keep us all under steady surveillance, no matter where we might go. Ending forever the marvelous anonymity which used to grace our vacations in years gone by, a social-evolutionary hopper whose terminus would be the naked imaging of airport security of today, and no doubt of grocery stores and other places of common resort tomorrow.
Hence this legislator’s dramatic self-exposure is to me likely only another slap-stick routine of the sodomy-lobby, from out of whose cavernous depths come forth hideous impostors of every stripe. Odd figures who by posing as Beck-, Limbaugh- or even John-Wayne-type super-machos cause those who forcefully oppose sodomy to appear unstable, or expose them to suspicion of being secret or subliminal sodomites in disguise. This presumably in order to bask in a favorable—even heroic—public image of themselves which they know to be entirely false. This sort of contrived imposture against the honesty and integrity, the sanity and probity, of people of natural habits and character providing a striking parallel to the infiltration of false “Catholic leaders” into the Catholic fold, who by their bizarre antics cast those who seek a genuine resurgence of Catholic Faith and practice in any way into roles equally suspect or maniacal. Thus attempting to make the creed of our fathers into a mockery in every way. As if the devout don’t know their own minds or souls, but are driven by illusions at every turn: that slander thrown at Christ and His followers since He first came among men. This attacking of Catholicism being indeed taken up with special viciousness by the sodomite crowd, who will stop at nothing to throw filth on good and holy things. As they manifestly have no shame, as their notorious habits and lifestyle readily suggest to any upright mind.
Taking a break in our Crusade, this week we see displayed in lurid colors before us, on the TV, the incredible degree to which rank sodomy is being forced down our throats, here in the USA: the long-notorious invasion of this advocacy into day-school-through-19 now being matched by a similar blush-faced espousal on the big and small screens. Which when coupled with an utterly abject prohibition against the expression of dissent, let alone outrage, amounts to a gang-rape of a cosmic kind. Underscoring as nothing else could the totally unjust nature of today’s Bush/Obama-initiated wars around the world: since, plainly enough, if this superpower does such abominable things to those at home it will do 10 times worse to others far away. As has indeed already been seen in new, viewing-forbidden “troop demotivating” film-clips of Abu Ghraib. So that no one can be justified who cooperates in any active way with—let alone fights in—these filthy Nazi/Manichaean aggressive wars, led by a globalist leadership which brazenly cavorts before pagan idols in a new satanist paradise. And neither can anyone be called a “terrorist” who resists this Hellish onslaught, with Muslims simply imitating little children in communist Hungary in the 1953 revolt, in strapping explosives to themselves and (in the latter case) crawling under tanks to their soft-underbelly. There to be blown into bloody shards, and from thence into Heavenly clouds. Little ones we of the times, as I so vividly remember, unanimously regarded as holy martyrs, not criminal terrorists at all.
Indeed, all the while sodomy is being praised to the skies, it is also being used by its loudest proponents as a terrible weapon against political foes, with the shameful slime of sodomy being showered upon more than one man who resisted today’s mammoth, many-armed Bush/Obama machine. A contaminating shame being of the very essence of this crime, claims or accusations of which have thus readily been used by its promoters both as punishment and “reward”. Hence this Congressman Massa—whose only “offense” as I understand was to stand up for a single-payer health-care in the face of Barack’s supine surrender to the corporate health-insurance monolith—and whose foolish behavior with staffers is being breezily conflated with much more serious things, of which there is no real proof. An episode resembling strikingly all the rumor-laden innuendo being directed with such deadly skill at Tiger Woods, Horseplay at a birthday party—seemingly at worst only the lamentable but rather-typical pseudo-sexual “gropings” and maulings of male-ambivalent super-machos, of which the USA has for so long had so many—hence is his momentary personal crisis over the worldwide publication of the whole matter—a painful state-of-mind which only proves him human—hence is this being used by politicians and media (viz. Glenn Beck) alike to utterly annihilate him, both personally and politically. To use a deadly sort of psycho-suggestion to punish him in the most devastating way. Although we might indeed expect him in coming weeks to “admit” to his “sexual orientation”, as the sodomites, smelling blood, close in on him like the pack of jackals that they are. All this stark condemnation of a political opponent took place, finally, after the attack of a stark-naked White House chief-of-staff, Rom Immanuel, upon the same feckless legislator, right in the Congressional shower-room. An assault, punishable by law, which media and politician alike treat with indulgent good humor, as if you can regularly expect high-strung Jews to innocently do these kinds of things.
All the above is what ultimately happens when we let enemies—of church or state—into sacred or official precincts—all in the name of “fairness”, compassion, “equal time”, and other such deceptive, treacherous platitudes. In that sleepy lack of vigilance—as of watchmen gone asleep at their posts—which has provided the broad avenue to power of the biblical “enemies of mankind” from the very start, in Early-Church Jerusalem, despite vigorous defensive measures of Sts. Peter and Paul. That pernicious Jewish power against “the rest of men”, and particularly against Catholic Faith, which likewise and already at the time of Magna Charta, around 1215 A.D., was able to strike a central demand of the knights at Runnymede from the celebrated document. Namely, the reigning in of close-to-the-throne, all-powerful Jewish money-lenders, a provision deleted almost before the ink was dry on the original and much-controverted page. A measure never again to be seriously considered under English law. Reinforcing a prior blameworthy indulgence soon-enough to be carried across the seven seas, in a mounting military/commercial Jewish secular-messianism, hidden under the folds of the Union Jack, which would last well into modern times.
In today’s striking parallel to this age-old politics of fear and covert influence, we were constantly met during this most recent crusade by supporters mortally afraid to express themselves in any open or forceful way. So that all the while the same hesitant persons might indeed blow their horns as they sped by, or give us a hearty “thumbs up”, the “gays”—nothing “gay” or happy about these people at all—would stop to address us with open contempt. Would indeed perform miscreant deeds before our eyes, as in urinations and other public exposures, without any fear at all either of the law, or of other persons, or of letting us know thus graphically where they stood. This staggering irony thus allowing only a bare few supporters to rather furtively and reservedly discuss our incalculably holy and upright cause. Hardly, then, are these modern-day citizens of Sodom held back by any danger of any significant kind. So that our whole most recent experience of California suggests a stunning lobbying/legislative/judicial collaboration, interjecting this idea of a new sort of terrorist who terrorizes the sodomite, in a striking parallel indeed to the mammoth war-industry promotion of the “war on terror”. That national abomination in which—actually for more than a century in time—provocateur deeds like 9/11 are perpetrated by “friendlies”, much as in ‘70s “streakings” and rest-area-trashings noted above: in this case in order to secure an overwhelming public sentiment toward going to war. Moloch-worshipping globalist elites plainly using these astutely-provoked conflicts to spread the evil contagion of sodomy to every clime, revealing how little do these perverts—sodomites and sadistic purveyors of war being “from the get-go” much the same unnatural breed—these partners-in-crime care about the national welfare. Rather pursuing unswervingly their own infamous designs, in an agenda fraught with ill-admitted excesses of violence, murder, rapine. A dual constituency against whom we undyingly fight, they who constitute a clear and present danger to public safety, and who should thus themselves rightly be the targets of rigorous legislation and bench decisions with respect to terrorism and related misdeeds. Rather than being fraudulently cast in the role of victims of same.
Indeed, the majority of Americans in every state, even many members of the military whom we met, have grave misgivings about American armed actions overseas. A trend of Napoleonic adventures around the globe, as noted above, which strongly suggests the USA to be at the vanguard of an elite-directed globalist drive to cow mankind abjectly to its knees. Not stopping short in an incalculable number of cases of using under-sea military technology to touch off “earthquakes” and “tsunamis” to devastate various mostly-third-world nations. Thus rendering them mute victims of deadly “rescue” and other policies of this great, many-headed Superpower which presently occupies the Capitol on the Potomac. This great tyrant which brazenly wraps itself in the flag not really being American at all, but being forthrightly and repeatedly identified by name throughout this site. An elite—nonetheless hardly a mere “handful”, as some accuse us of foolishly thinking—these tens-of-millions being somewhere close to one percent of the world population—a privileged cadre thus adequately large, if well united, to effectively monitor and control the governments of the earth. A cabal in fact tightly-united by ideology and belief, who regard themselves as “not like the rest of men”, who were condemned repeatedly in the New Testament as “enemies of mankind”. A constituency which keeps its position of global preeminence through sheer ingratiating treachery, finding the rest of us not worthy of either honor, honesty or life.
Certainly, and as was so compellingly demonstrated by our experiences on crusade in California, genuine liberty is not the unrestricted license to do every sort of violent or ribald wrong, departing from the law written “in fleshy tablets” upon the human heart, soul and mind. Rather is true liberty the absolutely unfettered right to do good and constructive things, to develop lawful, praiseworthy abilities to the highest degree, Evil and the pursuit of evil—however mock-uprighteously proclaimed—being rather the negation (St. Thomas Aquinas), the denial, the cavernous absence of reality, substantiality, let alone of those “good, noble…well-regarded” things urged upon us by the stentorian St. Paul. He who condemns foul sodomy repeatedly and by name.
Indeed, the whole harmonized bellowing invocation of anti-terrorism and of sexual liberty involves a fundamental, systematic redefinition of terms, not only twisting or emasculating expressions like “gay”, or indeed the word sodomy itself, but likewise with the defense of ones own person or moral integrity being equated with various offensive or pathological postures (viz., “homophobia”), allegedly of the most dangerous kind. Thus far has Godly morality been driven from the world scene, the latter changed into a vast stage upon which perverts and madmen like Bush and Obama ply their wares. While lawful defense is by contrast held to comprise any measure or attitude which eases—preferably in today’s quiet-but-preemptive judicial or legislative way—the transition from values Christian, spiritual and sublime to others of a foul and reprehensible kind. The new vigilance being a systematic disarming of the Christian sense of right and wrong, the exposure to harm of the innocent heart and mind. The worshippers of this Moloch thinking themselves at last to reign supreme, all the while God prepares to utterly destroy them in a fast-approaching time.
Precisely because law cannot function apart from the moral law—found in both natural and divine-positive form—else it become a coercion toward rank and insufferable things—precisely for this reason the Church must be recognized as the moral guide of the state. The dire consequence of which lack is so graphically demonstrated in the USA today. For to be thus well tutored is to give good things unparalleled force, to lend them organized flesh-and-blood form. While to abandon the state to naked force, to every new “bully on the block”, however artfully, pitifully or ingratiatingly disguised, is to cast it like straw to the wind.
January 19, 2010: More on the coming Catholic state.
It is wrong to assume that pre-Christian culture is in every case, in every particular, going to be bad. This is the puritanical view inevitably favored by modern-era capitalism/colonialism, an antiseptic prejudice especially evident in U.S. foreign policy. A fallacy which has however done battle with the efforts of Catholic missionaries as well, since a Habsburg Charles V and before. Handily and with high sanctimony providing official excuses for the most barbarous, heartless political or economic/commercial treatment of natives, their personal exploitation, and the rape of their often-abundant resources as well. Abuses before which Jesuits and other missionaries of the colonial era could only vigorously, if too often impotently, complain.
Yet on the other hand neither is it right to accept into our hearts wholesale the entire plethora of non-Christian native institutions, culture, customs, relationships, as I have indeed read of Catholic missionaries of more recent times doing in places like equatorial Africa. Of course, we don’t go to these peoples with the intention of imposing upon them our own law, but we do teach them that of Christ, and help them apply-in-practice, in every institution, His sole-saving precepts, in every way they will allow. Thus for instance, there are many good things in Africa, and it is a continent much misrepresented: but the very best and most patriotic of Africans will assure you that there are other things from which they desperately fly. Hence for example the tremendously oppressive mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship, that which has equally-stark parallels across South Asia in basically every creed, and indeed in certain equatorial reaches of our own deep south as well. Somehow, it seems to have become the norm, at least among some missioners or travelers, writers or diplomats, to accept the baffling intricacies of this heartlessly-unfair regime out-of-hand. When in fact it is precisely these relationship which Christ came in a special way to heal. To bring to them the balm of divine love.
Of course, all such considerations lead back to the central theme of this site: the coming establishment of the social and political reign of Our Lord Jesus Christ. That prodigious boon which we have so abjectly and “humbly” given up, by stages, since the close of the medieval Age of Faith, and in an accelerated fashion since Vatican II. Since manifestly He, God, the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity, will accept nothing less than the divine rule and ascendancy of the Our Father, which must be firmly and in consummate fashion established in every nation and clime. For here is the purpose for which He came. And it follows that having made all these laborious and patient efforts at lower levels of custom, relationship and institution, we cannot forthwith and without ado abandon, “leave undone” the critical outfitting of an all-determining ship of state. Leaving this vessel, morally stripped and barren, adrift in raging storms, in political and economic seas infested with robbers and corsairs, with evil or paganistic forces of every kind. Somehow claiming that when it comes to the polity, we deal in blank-faced, impenitent cynicism, plying a so-called “art of the possible”. As if these upper and gravely consequential realms were somehow rightly those of the vulgar, the heartless and crass. That these and their like must with a sardonic sort of “realism” prevail.
No: the aim of the Gospel is to bring the balm of the divine Love, of the crucified Savior and the mildness of His Most Holy Mother, into every fiber of the existence of man. To invade with special force the precincts of laws and policies, things of such deciding consequence in all lesser realms. Can we serve God in our hearts and Satan in the halls of state? Only if we would give our children “a stone instead of a loaf”. While conversely, to fall short of this public goal, especially in any deliberate, let alone ideological way, is quickly to hatch a notorious “perversion of what is best”. For the imperatives of God at any level high or low, but no doubt especially at higher levels, will plainly admit of no adulteration, else we confess in practice that we believe in God not at all. As He came primarily to change our hearts, in a loving metanoia to be followed in great detail and sensitivity with a change of life, or epistrephis, as well. Else we be hypocrites indeed. This practical application to be accomplished at all levels both public and private, in law, custom and habit-of-mind. Else the human race, which by nature organizes itself in nations, cannot be said to have been saved.
It is in this way then, thunderously, that we say “Jesus is Lord”, words which in this thorough and childlike way no evil spirit may indeed pronounce or repeat. So that if we turn our backs upon this most basic of divine commissions we are lost, as souls, as nations, as cultures. Giving these political prerogatives over to those callous men, those effeminate “men in soft garments who live in the palaces of kings”. Dissembling attendants of despots like Barack Obama, fiends who now shamefully impose sodomy, abortion, legalized murder/organ-snatching, the gratuitous “bravery” of a Storm Trooper aggressive warfare, and a dozen other forms of anti-life upon nation and globe. Leaders and lobbyists who are said to “know all about such practical things”. To have mastered the noted “art of the possible”. This incredible capitulation forming that political apostasy which is the chief characteristic of these latter times. In the steps of which treason follows, as night follows day, the stark outlines of the betrayal and crucifixion of humanity, as we see today in Haiti in an especially transfixing way.
No one denies that this veritable parallel incarnation of Christ and His Way into the very warp and woof of the state—for the comprehensive good of man, and not at all for his enslavement or impoverishment—is an exceedingly difficult thing to establish and maintain. Nor that any falling asleep at ones post will bring forth sappers of the most deadly kind. Cunning invaders with the sharpest of knives between their teeth, trained over millennia to skillfully avoid sharp-edged barbs on any amount of concertina wire we might have so sedulously strewn in their path. Nor do we deny that this task can sometimes be placed in the hands of men least accommodated to the virtues required. But this is the very nature of the proving ground we have here below; and we either remain awake to our task, cooperate in one another’s salvation, in the rigid preservation of good customs and laws, or we are jointly lost. And few will emerge, from such an already-surrendered trench-warfare, to grasp the baton of a victory nobly won. Since we are all of the same body of men, “one in Adam”, and a fortiori in Christ, and this is both the glory and the Eden-initiated tragedy of our race.
Will we, then, shrink? Will we despair? Hardly: we rather reject such a suggestion with the utmost contempt. Indeed we go forth, rampant, and when we fall, as in battle one might indeed do, then we rise again, faces like flint, indomitable. Behind the banners of our noble Lady and King.
January 16, 2010: Haiti. New World Order, where is your power? The new and sinister Black Papa Doc on the Potomac.
To destroy you are indeed able, but not to comfort, defend, heal. We know enough of your drone bombs, but to provide drinking water to those dying of thirst and injuries is beyond your ken. Your mammoth system of markets reveals itself for the debt-collecting monster that it is, in keeping the whole earth’s water supply in one sealed, high-tech jar. When men used to draw in a moment from indestructible wells, dug by hand, generations past. Waters good for body and soul, that left your teeth intact.
You can kill, but you cannot heal; you flaunt yourself without shame, on the street-corners of every town, in sodomy, live-organ-peddling and abortion-on-demand, but have forgotten how to cook a meal. For a little child, for an octogenarian in dire need. For a city about to perish, full of people of color, just like Katrina’s New Orleans. You know how to make enemies where there were none before, and call it “democracy”. Ah, your knowledge is great indeed.
Your “relief effort” must turn on a dime, it must march in column and line, observing passwords, protocols, in whose absence help is curtly denied, all the while people miserably die. It “chokes on the gnats” of chains-of-command, and swallows the camels of 100,000 unnecessary deaths. So that troops on the tarmac can snap to attention for “Hail to the chief”, salute smartly, when the Oppressor of a Hemisphere finally sends his relief. Ah, it would be much too informal for this dour cosmic undertaker to simply air-lift teams of doctors and nurses right where they’re needed, to air-drop whole tent or prefab “front-line” hospitals, up in a day, pallets of water and food: “someone might loot it”, is Judas’ reply. The looter of the ages, who righteously keeps out the planeloads of the compassionate French, the biblical keeper of the purse who won’t be beat at his own best game, who’s after resources and land, a new casino paradise, and for whose insatiable greed the people must miserably die. A deeper meaning to the Monroe Doctrine coming ever-more-heavily to bear.
”But the end is not yet”, and “this too will cease”, each nation, sovereign once again, will indeed build a sane and responsive, locally-based system, founded on Christian Love. But this army of fiends, these mercenaries, these new worshippers of Moloch, these perverts, sadists and thieves, He will burn “with the breath of His nostrils”, will consume in a new Red Sea.
January 16: “Ft. Hood Massacre described as ‘terrorism’”. The new southern Arizona “Confederacy”.
There was nothing pleasant about the Ft. Hood massacre, but can Obama and the gang expect to march troops and mercenaries across the entire globe, burning villages, destroying souls, under pretexts plainly invented, and then convincingly portray any who fight back as aggressors, terrorists? In fact, and as nature strongly attests, there is no need of a “plan”, when humanity has had enough. And lone warriors will finally be found, ready to strike, under every stone. And a hood-wearing Uncle Sam can only convince a tiny brittle-minded fringe of such a “terrorism” fantasy. This is just racism, slavery on a cosmic scale, and Obama the bloodiest of Uncle Toms. It is the Selma or Birmingham of the 1950s all over again, but now an entire globe full of “inferiors” is forbidden even to make a fist. Indeed required to step off the global sidewalk, to grin and shuffle, at “their betters’” grim-faced approach. Like “Uncle Bill” did a generation or two ago. (Indeed, a Black professor, lawyer or engineer who dutifully “minds his p’s and q’s” is a special trophy in such a twisted world). And there are even an assortment of crackpots down here in southern Arizona, mostly transplants from BTK-havens back East, who want to reinstitute slavery and the Confederacy. All because there were some slave-driving fools, just after Ft. Sumner, who wore the Gray, running amuck between El Paso and Tucson. A treachery of which their modern-day look-alikes boast, in these sanctimonious little “penny market” newspapers. Maniacs ever vaunting their “Christianity”, but actually full of dead men’s bones. These neo-Confederates being found indeed in all the Western states, over whose admission to the Union the Civil War was primarily waged. A West upon which slavers both new and old have always cast a covetous eye.
January 13, 2010: “Homophobia”, a newly-invented word which epitomizes both sodomy’s already-rigidly-institutionalized power and the intellectual hegemony of shameless-bedfellow linguists as well.
Here a much-made-over modern “liberty” reveals itself as a heavy chain for the mind, that the very fear-of shameful unnatural sin and vice should be called a phobia, as if this good and salutary terror, the very biblical “beginning of wisdom”, were a mental disease. Indeed that a dread of eternal flames should be thought of as some pathology of the mind, this calculated deception forming an incredible bout of sodomite/linguist tyranny, one in which the Christian perception of the genuine root causes of immorality is entirely banished on the say-so of a tiny and plainly unstable few. With millennia of traditional Western training summarily replaced by another “enlightened” pagan fatalism, actually the only truly backward and phobia-like position in the debate. Sodomy having been recognized from time immemorial as a moral fault, its practitioners outcasts among men, a genuine interior sickness caused today as in ancient Greece by a wicked theater, evil companionship, a radical agenda in school, a careless raising at home. Facts which the shrill chorus of modern media/AIPAC-driven “science” can only cover over, in their usual cat-like manner, can never really change. This whole misconception—of sodomy as a morally-neutral, unavoidable or even inherited condition—and its resolute avoidance as a dangerous aberration—together with the inevitable corollary, that some bizarre and random impulse is a sure sign of a “tendency”—these novel assumptions being rigidly imposed upon a modern mind and soul assailed by morally-crippling media-and-educational sadisms and other morbidities at every turn. Impacting a human person vulnerable to manipulation, whether of passions or ideas, will or of mind: the human conscious and unconscious mind being an arena in which men should support and encourage one another, not bring each other down. Needed being that good reciprocity in which human dignity flowers, in which true progress truly consists. Men being possessors of a frail and fallen nature recognized more-or-less uniformly from the beginning and among all peoples and tribes, one which must “do violence” to itself through an ennobling discipline. In a battle which is however lost from the start without the aid of divine grace. Our salvation being accomplished indeed in much “fear and trembling”, in a firm rejection of wrongs, in a salutary repugnance which only a perverted fool would call a phobia.
January 10, 2010: The broad smile of the Catholic man, how knowledge is sterile without love.
Seen on the faces of my good ancestors, including in an especially gentle and heartening way on that of my good father, and in his every gesture and word, indeed in the whole smiling manner of Croatian Catholicism of my childhood days. An utterly benign, magnanimous disposition, a kind of dazzling sunlight, this smile, which is however perfectly vulnerable to the cynical repartee of surrounding dour or blank-faced Calvinists and Jews. This loving smile of the Catholic man—a fully matured wine one might savor without reserve, indeed to the salvation of ones soul—being like an unguarded arrow in mid-flight. It can be wounded, crushed, by some fools even misrepresented. Like the Heavenly Breathing between Father and Son, this smile of friendship conveys the entire soul, without guard or guile, as the former conveys the entire Godhead. That self-donation which caused Lucifer to envy to his mortal loss, to despise this utter Self-Giving, to conceive of a deity rather vain, complacent and self-glorifying, in its place, for which sin he was banished forever from the celestial gates. A false god he has erected himself to be, whose self-seeking kingdom, whose New World Order, some form of which in each new age he seeks tirelessly to rear up here below, to the loss of souls.
Catholic Civilization—such as still largely lived in the Little Croatia of the American diaspora, or in Portugal, Italy and Spain of 69, 70 and 71, when I was there—cultivated these Catholic manly smiles as its finest crop, as its indomitable bulwark against all wrongs. Before which shining visage the lewd, craven sodomite and others without honor must hide in shame. While in societies such as ours has become, this good and gentle spirit is regularly brought low, as the civic atmosphere, the soil for these good and Catholic things, is completely lacking, and in its place is found the tangled undergrowth of grudging self-advancement and nameless fear. Joy in this Calvinist paradise having been supplanted, if not by vice, then by a regimented sort of duty, a razor-edged sort of humor, both Jewish to the core.
In this grim enclave of hyper-machismo and aggressive war, the truly Catholic man, the Beato Nuno, the Baldwin, the Charlemagne of the ages, is met at every step with some vile slander against a manhood more than anything divine. Even a fervent hope fired by the Catholic forgiveness of sins being classed, in men and women alike, as some sort of presumptuous license to do wrong. And the very tenderness of the Catholic character being regarded as effeminacy. The genuine Catholic today living in a society which misinterprets his every word, gesture, deed. And if a Catholic sometimes breaks under this sort of strain, we must not be overly scandalized or surprised.
But it will not be those who have actually capitulated to this stark Calvinist column and line, the temptation toward which can be overpowering in the extreme, who will lead the coming resurgence of Christian life, this coming defeat of rank Jewish and “Christian/Jewish” inseparable persecution, enslavement and despairing perfidy. For as the Man of the Ages says, “My Gospel is spirit and life”, having nothing in common with coarse boastings of the insensitive and profane. And it is at the sharp edge of this “two edged sword” that the battle will be won, with the smile of a Portuguese Nun’ Alvarez, who attacked a hundred of the enemy by himself, and thus rallied his men, leading the van. Or my own Zdunich ancestors, some of whom, so I have it, did much the same. For He Who lives in Catholic heroes and saints displays the most brilliant characteristics of our human race, the fearless intrepidity, the un-daunting humor, the undying chivalry to womankind.
The unguarded quality of this manly smile, this virile nobility, follows from the fact that love is never proprietary, never presumes upon what it possesses, upon bounties bestowed. Far different fare, this, from current ideas of knowledge, as in today’s interminable struggles and power-plays over intellectual property rights. Contests of one-upmanship where truth in all fields is conceived of as a mere vulgar engine of lucre, and nothing more. While quite the contrary love readily gives, shares and spends itself and all it possesses or productively conceives. For it sees that this self-giving, this Trinitarian reciprocity is the only real value in intelligent life, and that eternity is none other than this sharing and giving. Which is why—as reflected in human love on earth, a pale reflection of the divine—it never wearies, never grows restive, but rather “renews itself like the eagle” in free flight.
Hence it matters little what we possess, but all whether we give and share: for to withhold is to presume upon what is so generously bestowed, to give it our own profane and mercenary stamp, as if to brand the breeze. Being called by God to share all, whether of things, abilities or of virtue itself, all of which come only of His utterly un-meritable grace. Prudence, family obligations, and so on, having of course their proper place, but rather after a manner spiritual, disowning heartless conceits of worldly men. Our part in this Heavenly interplay being foremost no act, but rather a categorical non-act: that we not resist fonts of ever-available grace. Gushing streams we effectively lose as soon as we presume, coming up, in the next instant, with “a stone instead of a loaf”.
It is, then, upon this Trinitarian principle of reciprocal love that we build our Frankpledge Party and system. One whose defense is immovably founded on same, and the lack of which spirit in another sounds to our inner ear the most trustworthy of alarms. But for this indomitable breed of vigilance to ensue the entire system must be so construed, while any holding back on this spirit of love will be paid for in trebled terms. Infallibly, for one thing, if allowed to stand, producing a pocket of smugness and self-sufficiency from which some Lucifer, some astute, impressive and self-seeking traitor will soon-enough appear.
January 8, 2010: Under the New World Order, the place of a reconstituted family as an instrument of chaos and control.
Under Satan’s New World Order hegemony, all power is carefully placed under those social or political units in which reason is least likely to prevail, a trend which produces not only the ballot-stuffing precinct but also those increasingly-common “families” which vent sadisms and dictatorial whims, animosities and suspicions upon their own members. Families whether natural or of some new and artificial, if not unnatural, type. For whereas the Frankpledge traditionally arbitrated a general neighborhood cooperation and goodwill, the New World Order political structure leaves a gaping void between the threshold of the home and the offices of the powerful, with nothing in between to neutrally and encouragingly intervene. With any outside input being likely-enough carried out, if at all, not by parties benignly familiar with the persons at hand, as in the noted system, but by toweringly-powerful school officials or “caseworkers” with some new ideological scheme to test, or axe to grind, and a high-handed, impersonal manner to pursue. While this standard New World Order neighborhood also renders the home defenseless from some BTK, who stalks his prey most effectively in the blinds and thickets of such an alienated social no-man’s-land. A fiend who may come forth as a perfect stranger, “the guy next door”, some local petty official, like BTK himself was, or even, and not at all uncommonly, as a member of the very family involved. An insider who can afford to lay his plans carefully, with quarry to be had in the most intimate secrecy, right there at home, if he only takes his time. And whose very twisted character produces an eloquent and impressive manner which seems readily to justify all oversteps of any kind. To neighbors and other family-members who might think things odd, but who on the treadmill of New World Order life “never have any time”.
But at best the family in this scenario becomes a prime venue for restless struggles for recognition, affection, table-talk-political power: things once reciprocally exchanged and enjoyed without a thought. This kind of graceful, unconscious mutuality now too-often being regarded as the province of the backward, and in a striking example of today’s corporate-dictated false standards, of the utterly immature. Or more fatally still, of those without virtue or strength of character. As if virtue or maturity were contained in the determination to have ones own way: that which is in fact the very opposite of these qualities as always understood.
All Christian, all sane, civilized life is based upon a certain modicum, the sine qua non of a locally-interwoven, painstakingly-arbitrated common good: that way of life which however the corporate-tiered New World Order and its leaders unanimously consider to be the enemy. And against which, at the nearest carefully-contrived opportunity, they send drone bombs and trigger-happy troops. This present system cannot function amid good, sane and healthy citizens: it must turn them into trustless paranoiacs groping in an impenetrable social darkness. While not surprisingly, being put in the place of the good life, being erected as the contrived new political force of our day, are the sodomites, with their envies and morbidities totally uprooting the gentle peace of Christ. They who may indeed seem like “nice guys”, who give you a limp handshake and a wan smile, but who ultimately see all of life as mere self-assertion, or craven capitulation, in an existence which amounts to endless bouts of strife. Here being a new and bitterly-(or sugarily)-aggressive constituency which is utterly unable to sustain or foster that local power, and personal, individual sovereignty, within whose seasoned maturity alone the good and civil polity is to be found. Rather only the Catholic Way, with its fervent faithfulness to the doctrines of the Mystical Body and the forgiveness of sins, with this latter arbitrating a true and supernaturally-imbued forgiveness toward others as well: only here is found the antidote to this malarial view. Hence whereas the watchword of the Frankpledge is to “do none harm”, in the words of St. Thomas More before his unjust interrogators, or “to do no destructive thing”, to these new Manichaeans dominion and destruction are at the very pith of life. So that in the Frankpledge we must segregate ourselves as much as possible from these unnatural tyrannies that today abound, all the while we prepare the day of their sound, irreparable and ignominious defeat.
What does one do, having found oneself somehow moored in such a “family”? There is always much talk, and even more overwrought feeling, in favor of duty, obligations, emotionally-charged quantities which are like rocket-fuel for orbital reaches of the deranged, and for those who turn the one-time good and sacred family into a sort of cult-like cabal. And indeed insanity and depravity often go hand in hand, and can sometimes scarcely be distinguished from one another, especially in certain strongholds of morbidity and despair. But we have no obligation whatever toward people of this kind: who have voluntarily given up, who would pull us down like a whirlpool or maelstrom after them, into this deep and infernal psycho-emotional pit. While furthermore, we have the example of the greatest of saints to go by: St. Francis of Assisi. He who was cruelly set upon—hailed into court—by his own father, for having abandoned the latter’s ambitions in his regard, having chosen rather to be a pillar under the firmament of the Heavenly Kingdom than a “pillar of the community” in the luxurious existence his father had provided, and which he had previously known. This wealthy patriarch—whom the saint utterly disowned, going so far as to strip himself of the clothing his father had provided, and leaving the courtroom in some scrap hastily borrowed from someone close-at-hand—this paternal paragon having actually been no one so diabolical as a cult-leader, but only an ambitious soul: having that kind of character around whose gluttonous hooves garlands are generously being placed as I write in the standard “Christianity” of this latter day. For we Christians, and preeminently we Catholics, are called above all to liberty. As Jesus Himself tells Sr. Josefa: “And to souls? Ah, to souls, I gave liberty.” Not a liberty which tramples upon good order, as did a ribald license which we now export around the globe at the “freedom-loving” point of a bayonet, a bald effrontery to God and man alike which in colonial pre-revolutionary times spat in the faces of heroically-forbearing British soldiers, sent to enforce a rather reasonable royal will. (When on earth, in history, had a mere colony sat in the legislature of the mother country, to decide the type and amount of its own taxes? A mother country, furthermore, which had just got done defending it in a series of sanguinary wars?) No, we speak here of that super-substantial liberty to do good, that soaring unfettered free-flight to “love God with ones whole heart, ones who soul, ones whole mind.” Any who stand in the way of this “liberty of the sons of God”, as indeed the vaunted “freedom”-loving here so often do, are to be resisted, and if they stubbornly continue, to be absolutely and forever shunned. Since we become what we live around, and bad companionship is the broadest and most-alluring of all the many roads to Hell. In a teaching nowadays—together indeed with the salvation-fundamental four last things, death, judgment, Heaven and Hell—which is regularly abandoned in favor of the dutifully ambitious, in a show-and-tell-oriented, albeit sometimes deafeningly-unspoken parochial/catechetical lore. “And many there are”, regarding this well-traveled “broad way”, using crassly-materialistic or cloyingly-sentimental excuses of “family obligations”, “who travel thereon”.
Of course, this can sometimes be an exceedingly-difficult “call” to make, to judge whether this veritable family- or sentiment-related bondage actually obtains. And the old, solid spiritual directors no longer abound as they once did. But ultimately and inexorably this is the all-determining choice-of-a-lifetime, and those who—using all the unfair advantages they can muster, seriously and resolutely stand in the way of our spiritual liberty, identifiable on every score with our salvation—all these must be yet-more-resolutely put aside. While here is further highlighted, put in bold relief, the critical necessity of embracing a new family, a new community, under the aegis of the Frankpledge. As well as, in a sliding scale according to our degree of spirituality, in personally-determined, highly-selective intimacies of the “household of the Faith”. Today “we the living” must be “all things” to one another. We must be “they who hear the word of God and keep it”, who are thereupon Our Blessed Lord’s own “mother, brother, sister”, and accordingly—in magnificent, sweetly-enmeshing. liberty-unleashing bonds—those of one another, His very members, as well.
January 6, 2010: The feast of the Three Kings. More on “progress”.
As is becoming increasingly obvious, corporation-dominated technology in its main contours has not served the wellbeing or convenience of the common man at all, but entirely that of a vaunted elite-power grid which is only some 3% of the whole. That collective hydra which would indeed and just as soon be rid of us all, if it would only add another G or two to their earnings, or another effete luxury to their already gluttonous privileges. Under this secret-society-driven “democracy” we are indeed becoming a mere trunk of our former prosperous, self-actualizing selves, all the while dreams of space flight, and loyalties to imaginary Captain Kirks, no doubt still keep many mentally enthralled. With redundant clarity—in view of endless youth-destroying wars, a carefully-midwifed “meltdown”, and numberless other doom-auguring things—we common folk—of course in inconspicuous numbers whenever possible—are slated to be dumped at the nearest convenient time.
Come on now, “betters”, all the mammoth technology, all the killing flies with sledgehammers, all this hyper-sophistication-of-method could certainly adequately feed and house us all, and many times more. But alas, in the faulty judgment of traitors, imaginary, misallocation-breeding, resource-wasting “laws of the market” and close-cousin trips to Mars are much more sacred than the humble needs of ordinary men. This evil obsession arbitrating to you the only glory or salvation in which you believe, and which you will indeed ever know.
Indeed these ruling elites only consider as prime sources of dark conspiracies those truly unique or individual, those of character. Those true self-starters who are so different a breed from mach-5-upwardly-mobile sodomites this present system favors so slavishly well. A debauched space crew preferred indeed by all the corrupt courts of despots down through time. The new Bush/Obama “vigilance” calling forth newer and ever-more-exotic security measures like the new all-revealing peek-show body-imaging devices set to debut at airports and who knows where else, not against these true enemies of decency and right, but rather against Muslims we have systematically marginalized, criminalized, and in some cases forced into enmity and war. While these screening devices will inevitably be used against the devout, the good of any nation or religion as well: which may indeed already be their secret purpose, perhaps to be revealed, if ever, only a decade hence. All these things being imposed by a dictatorial Obama, gloating over us all from his totalitarian/unassailable heights, a White House Napoleon who together with our hand-picked, bought-and-sold congressmen, are the truly dangerous. Cold-blooded terrorists after the model of Ariel Sharon and other Israeli heads-of-state, who in various “wars” and other illegal and brutally-punitive actions since the late forties and before commandeered the genocidal destruction of Palestinian villages, and the starvation, marginalization or outright slaughter of cumulative hundreds of thousands of their inhabitants. These our present “leaders”, manifestly of the same ilk, thus plainly and redundantly deserving, if anyone does, to be placed in Guantanamo-style detention and questioning for years on end.
December 1, 2009: Does distributism, or Catholic economy, have to devolve into “corporatism”, in rigid “industrial groups”, Franko-style?
The polity/economy has to be organized in some way: the big difference being that Catholicism organizes from the bottom up, with “the greatest of you as the least”, while the present finance-based Jewish system organizes rigidly from elitist reaches, from the top down. The contrast to the latter is striking, then, in the distributive, 10-family Frankpledge-based polity, advocated on this site, which organizes upwardly, with strength building strength, with a wide foundation, gathering from blithe informalities of the local and particular, gathering into ever-more-generic vertical lines. From its local, familiar, informal setting, the Frankpledge in this way incorporates the subtlest of spiritual and cultural values, by contrast with which the Jewish finance-driven system ramrods all in the most impersonal way. To be benignly personal, to these overlords, is to be “personalist”, and from there to become “bossist” as well, even as they themselves tyrannically rule the day.
Hence in the projected Frankpledge system does a rigid, alienating form of command contained inseparably in international finance give way to a loose-knit mode of socio-industrial organization, building from below, yet respectful of increasingly-fatherly (not cold, “efficient” and impersonal) levels mounting from there on high. Terminating high above—to the Jesuit “greater honor and glory of God”—in the loving Trinitarian Father, in His law, the basis of all valid law, of any legitimate state. But this upward organization has its own special sort of dynamic or building-code, historically with guilds and manorial villages acting as seedbeds of politicians, organizers and statesmen, carrying the local élan with them as they upwardly climb. Trades, forms of labor, generally populating a neighborhood, representing themselves in the Frankpledge, and both commercially and politically in their own “gild merchant”: this latter only much later to be taken over entirely by a purely-commercial across-the-counter elite. In an earlier society much more “upwardly mobile” than it is given credit for having been. The power of some lower entity to accept or reject a charter, or a set of “privileges”, proffered from above, in any social or industrial setting, having arbitrated the local autonomy, the local contribution to realms on high. With the whole totality likewise providing the sort of popular social atmosphere in which organizing abilities develop, find responsive soil.
I don’t really know exactly how such a system would develop in our own day: since as pointed out in an entry below, tyrants don’t just meekly step aside, and they have it in their power to cause grave harm to polities and economies as they stand now. So that we can have only a limited idea of what will be left to work with when they are finally forced to leave their ivory towers. But it is quite likely that in the coming reconstruction regional and national political structures will be interwoven with industrial, economic ones in a sort of seamless whole, as when knighthood was in flower. Without this in any way bringing about a “corporatism”, let alone a socialism, in which economy and state form a single rigid block, ruled from above, in Franko, Mussolini or NRA-modeled mid-twentieth-century-style industrial “columns” or groups. I think that critical to the success of the good and Catholic venture is a sense of humor, a certain “give and take”. Love, justice, kindness, mercy: these must be the “most important products” of such a state. While I think a good rule of thumb is to be found in the old bailiffs and seneschals of the old French monarchy of St. Louis IX and before. They who were local provincial officials first and foremost: who spoke in their own native Provencal, or some other patois, having been commissioned, as it were, from Paris to collate with local demands and priorities the interests of the crown. A sensitive, complex set of abilities being required, arbitrating rigorously the common good, none of which priceless heirlooms is learned in “schools of government” of today. While it took the greedy hand of Philip the Fair and those who followed to convert these local-color figures into simple hard-nosed agents of the crown. At first attempting to duplicate their earlier counterparts—who as noted had engrossing local ties and functions as well—and then ultimately replacing them entirely, as rank strangers come from a strange and distant capitol. I think as long as the local political figure or entity speaks for itself, is implicitly trusted both to handle its own affairs, and to faithfully pursue those of the national realm, then with the help of God everything will be well. In a personal-agency-packed reciprocity which ties together the local and national in an indestructible bond of devotion and love, with this upward-downward exchange to be followed at all intermediate levels as well, in every conceivable venue. A configuration which implies tremendous amounts of patient but entirely productive consultation: even the first casualty of tyranny from on high. A consultation which of course, as noted elsewhere on this site, isn’t just “a lot of gab”, like today’s Congress, but rather amounts to a genuine collaboration, a commingling of forces, in which the full potency of the lower unit is always supremely respected, ceded the greatest possible agency or consequence it might capably command.
Indeed, the fact that these official and quasi-official structures will tend to differ from one another from place to place, even within the same nation, even more so between different countries: this is what patriotism and national identity are all about. While if these political structures become standardized then this is the quickest route to tyranny. As in the recent U.S. push to impose our political culture on the rest of the globe. One—not at all incidentally—which is rigidly organized from the top down. The very opposite, in fact, of the good, productive and free state.
December 1, 2009: ”Chaney slams Obama for projecting ‘weakness’” in “war on terror”.
Chaney likes to project himself as the iron-chinned, old-time-Western “man of few words”, the Beltway John Wayne, in choreographed contrast to a “chatty”, “fireside” Obama, the underdog-Black subliminal-equivalent to a “poor, crippled” Roosevelt, a “peacemaker” come back to haunt us during another pre-engineered depression, in a déjà vu prelude to another and bigger World War. It is all posing and posturing, and there isn’t a hair’s-breadth of difference between the two (indeed the three) men. All this vilification is only a repeat of the “bitterly divided” vaudeville of the Knesset floor, after which Palestinians are butchered more lustily than before. This new Black Bush resolutely following the same multi-administration meat-maul approach debuted in a political and trade-related forcing of Japan into war during the first half of the twentieth century. And in more-immediate brutalities of both the Panama Invasion of 1989 and the first Gulf War: in all of which actions and policies was efficiently tenderized living, breathing human flesh.
November 30, 2009: The uncontainable dimensions of Catholic morality trivialized to within the bubble of “Progress”; where does a “new world” become a nightmare? Where do we draw the line? Is Catholic loyalty that of a follower or a leader?
One Catholic website, titled “Mary Meets Dolly” gives a good summary on the difference between therapeutic genetics, some of which is theoretically morally OK, and enhancement genetics, which is definitely wrong. This latter is a superman scenario worthily classed as criminal in a lineup of anti-life policies in any setting, “embryonic”, “scientific” or in any other form. While the website also speaks of the Catholic need to avoid being considered a Luddite: that is, one who rejects modern progress. But my contention is that an encompassing technology that gives man little real freedom or personal agency, one that systematically destroys the earth as God gave it to us—while holding out some few technical advances mostly for the benefit of a shrinking elite—is no progress at all. Being rather gravely immoral on its own special plane, in its own unique and radically-inclusive terms. Today’s being a technology which likewise so modifies the earth that there are few if any common reference points that remain from the world of our ancestors. Here being involved a sort of moral and intellectual anti-life rather than simply a physical, leading to a loss of certain motivating heirlooms that are critical to Faith and its human, experiential preambles, a blight deadly to the human cultural inheritance as well.
Hence the real mother of all evils of our time is a radically-unified system of media and manufacture, of engineering and experimentation, of government and social services, held together rigidly by a system of finance controlled from the top. One entirely incapable of any modification in this command-oriented column-and-line. While conversely once this secretive, dictatorial system is dismantled, then we can worry about being “Luddites”, in its own proper time. This “command society”—“liberal” stuffed-ballot-box “democracy” notwithstanding—being comprehensively, intrinsically unjust, and this mostly for deeper reasons of the soul and polity.
True, it may be permissible for this therapeutic sort of genetic research to continue, as long as it doesn’t involve the destruction of human life in any form. Yet first and foremost we pro-life people must labor tirelessly, indomitably to reconstruct a polity and economy away from the present top-heavy control: at whose helm is always some new anti-life Dr. Jeckle of the post-natal or pre-natal kind. All the justly-abominated abortion, aggressive warfare, a warped and wicked redefinition of death, the “mercy killing” of thousands of Terri Schiavos, having been the harvest from such a political field, apart from which they would never have been seen. And if a truly just, tyranny-dismantling system doesn’t provide the “technological platforms” needed to sustain genetic research, I must confess I will be the last to shed any tears. Rather would I count on the old “bear one another’s burdens, and so you will fulfill the law of Christ”; on an earthly existence which, try as we might, will only last a limited number of years. While it seems to me perverse in itself to sternly state any number of moral prohibitions, and then eagerly cooperate in the building of a world which, with demonstrable infallibility, enthrones they who will forthwith shove these atrocities down our throats. We having resigned ourselves to being lowly crew-members on this Spaceship Enterprise of the modern world, and working complex moral-tautologies over high-tech issues, strictly within its limited cabin confines, regarding vaunted potentialities we ceaselessly lecture, but scarcely venture to comprehensively control. Adopting the new “humility before science” and before governments which can scarcely be called legitimate at all. So much are we in terror of being called backward, let alone of having sabotaged the super-conductor on this Red October machine.
Catholics must be practical—ah, there’s the rub—and not merely theoretical, in what they say and cleave to. We must stop being logical positivists, must learn once again to perform multi-step thoughts and deliberations, and not stop dead in our tracks in the face of some new age buzzword, before which we lie supine. We must recapture an old-time decisiveness such as Freud taught the Boomer was pathological, dangerous to entertain. We must escape at last the Mickey Mouse Club show-and-tell, and begin to imitate a Sergeant Preston who might be so paranoid as to suspect a plan of wrong. And outline boldly one even more pronounced of justice and right.
Certainly there have been conspiracies: the world of yesterday and today is positively full of them: so that one needn’t be a “conspiracy theorist” at all to expect them, especially as issuing from power-realms above. But I think all this effeminate scorn for any conspiracy-vigilance—notably when it comes to such matters as are discussed above—is leading to something much more disturbing even than the destruction of life. What all this mocking, side-splitting cynicism is leading to is an ultimate rejection of the idea that Christ was “framed”, betrayed, put to death unjustly, by a mammoth conspiracy of the Jews. Already the notional milieu is in place to comfortably harbor such a monstrous denial, a disavowal which strikes in a host of ways at the very basis of our Catholic Faith. While crippling us in our resistance to a Judaizing influence which has been with the Church since Sts. Peter and Paul were so often whipped, stoned and finally martyred, by their “nice” compatriots. While at a deeper level yet is a denial there is any such thing as right and wrong. Which then of course throws open the whole gamut of policies to the tyrannical anti-life throng.
Likewise of a piece with a Congressionally-assisted loss of faith is this idea that we can excuse the barbarous genocide of peoples overseas, on the basis of a “loyalty” which credulously takes the word of national administrations noted for nothing so much as their glib lies. Can we then utter a sincere, “oops, I’m sorry”, when we collaborate in the excruciating moral, emotional and physical destruction of peoples whose lands we invade, and for which policies we take the word of statesmen whose every assertion carries the rank odor of equivocation, of a careful manipulation of words? And can we stand “shoulder to shoulder” with the Israelis in the decades-long eviction and butchery of hundreds of thousands of Palestinians, under the genocide-obliging leadership of the same equivocating Beltway crowd? In the midst of such a sanguinary setting, can we then become absorbed over genes, particle accelerators or the final galaxy beyond?
Catholics have to “seize the high ground”, we have to take the comprehensive view, as our “backward” ancestors used to do. We must throw out a whole bundle of “musts” and other categorical imperatives of a brave but fatally-careening new world. We must realize that the two swords, the Gospel Supper-Room “here are two”, are by infallible definition both borne “on behalf of Christ”, to quote the bull Unam Sanctam, of Boniface VIII. We aren’t the footmen in this carriage of Western civilization: we are its drivers. It is we who are the heirs of Charlemagne, of Wallace, of the Lion Hearted, of Louis IX, our historical leaders having been Catholic to the core, and from the stream of whose rich heritage we must drink or die. We must speak with the stentorian voice of a John Henry Newman, not with the whimper of a Paul VI, or a Benedict the XVI. (Note of 01/04/12: He who utters innumerable warnings against “tyrants”, bouts-of-hand-wringing timed precisely to lend moral support to aggressive wars of the new Obama Coalition of the Willing, without even having to mention to name of any leader-and-country thus barbarously destroyed). Let us first and foremost dismantle that top heavy, popularly-inscrutable, murder-and-poverty-bent tyranny, and see what remains after the dust has cleared. Since we can be sure that these “enemies of mankind” won’t just meekly step down. We might find ourselves happy—if the present economic breakdown is any indication at all—to chase down a horse, and tack together a wagon—to go and find firewood to keep us warm. Having momentarily—and perhaps forever—forgotten preoccupations about stem-cells, or the latest trip to Mars. In ruddier worries we can expect to come our way, after “our leaders” throw a hefty wrench in the works, if they can’t be the ones indisputably in charge.
November 29, 2009: Much like O.J. and a host of other prominent, accomplished Blacks, Tiger Woods is slated to be treated with the “N” word, as just another member of an “inferior” race. Shoved down “where he belongs”.
The new Nazis and other racists can now afford to be “laid back”, they have plenty of time; its no longer the ‘50s and ‘60s, there’s no longer a free press to breathe down their necks menacingly, to advocate and analyze, to put boors and “bigots”—a word too impolite for the fussy, “hate language”-conscious media of our day—in their rightful place of ignominy. Like they used to do before “my old friends” Martin, Robert and John were cut down.
Now the voices of bigotry toy maddeningly with prominent Blacks of our day, all the while they enlist other minorities on their side, in a new and brutal kind of competition for a severely-restricted place in the sun. Right now the Mexicans are riding high: but soon their time will also come. But as it stands now the new Nazis are concentrating their hate-energies on Blacks, trying to break this marvelous young role-model, Tiger Woods, into a frightened bowl of jelly, as was so often done to Black ancestors past. As they are doing to dark skinned Iraqis now. In the case before us, in all these grim as a toothache investigations into a simple accident of the most yawningly-ordinary kind. Of policemen and newsmen who come back repeatedly for intrusive interviews, and find, “in high mystery”, that he is “unavailable for comment”. Which of course to these fevered minds spells a security condition red. Is this Black golf-star—in a sport long reserved to the White upper and middle classes—is he a faggot-monger like Barack or Hillary? No. Is he a Napoleonic aggressive-warrior like Bush or Chaney, Hannity or O’Reilly? No. Is he a felon with “a record as long as your arm”. No. He is simply a good citizen who lost control of a vehicle: a mishap which happens to hundreds of thousands every year, and over which no army of newsmen or policemen will surround or “sniff out” any White movie or golf star. But because he is a prominent, well-respected Black, it’s all “shame, shame”. Naughty boy. “He must be hiding something”. Doughty denizens of the Land of the Free no-doubt boasting up their sleeves, in the peculiar rib-poking way, “Over-uppity Tiger, we’ll have you grinning and shuffling yet”. (Note of 01/04/12: As could already be anticipated as likely when this article was written two years ago, Tiger’s marriage was destined to be broken up, with lots of help from media busy-bodies who rule the day.)
November 29, 2009: Godly speech and modesty of dress, the immovable Christian Bill of Rights. Writing straight with crooked lines.
God uses human language to convey His Word in Holy Scripture, yet He, the Deity, being the Author, the language is also and in the first place divine. Accommodating the simplicity and singularity of His Word, uttered by the Father for all eternity, containing nuances which can defy human explanation, speaking of an annihilating Totality we are familiar with in only the faintest of ways. Would we then bandy words with this God, Who speaks to us with the rumbling, heaving syllables of a volcano, all the while they are mercifully tempered to the human ear? Would we spurn the deeper message involved, some of which we will only understand in Heaven, and prior to which we remain unworthy, “of uncircumcised ear”? Requiring the Savior Himself, as He was wont exclusively to do with His Apostles, to set them perfectly clear: with even the ample aid of Oral Tradition leaving some things mysterious to our naturally-fragmentary minds, albeit according perfectly with the unitary contours of the utterly simple Word divine. But akin to a reverence before the divine page is a bringing of its holy accents to our own speech, to familiar expressions of hearth and home. Honoring in this easy and accessible way the God we must serve, adopting the “voice of the Shepherd”, a lingua franca both human and divine.
Joined together with good speech, of an integrity and simplicity modeled after the very unitary Word of God, is modesty of dress: these in a dual command specifically over outward bearing which resemble in its primacy the dual chief commandment of the love of God and neighbor alike. While the more inflexible we are on these points, the far-easier are all the rest. For if we cannot do so much as to convey love and respect with our speech—to claim that right which—together with modesty of dress, or the incontestable title to custody over our own flesh—is intrinsic to our rational being, our will—then we have shown ourselves shameless cowards indeed.
In these two simple rules the divine yoke is “sweet” and the “burden light”, and dwelling restfully in such a harness the twin steeds of soul and body can easily take on other loads.
But these two mild and simple injunctions—no storming of barricades here—are exactly what Jews and Gentiles alike today most implacably forbid: and one quickly loses employment, home, family, even spouse, for not “going along” in this most craven and shameless way. Of the abandonment of our inalienable, inherent rights to the innocent comportment of our own bodies and tongues—which even a spouse may not claim to violate or deny, outside the strictest privacy of the marriage bed. Can we then speak of a “freedom” we spread around the globe? Indeed, at the point of a guided bomb? This is no freedom, this careless and degrading, perverse and unkind speech, which our mercenaries, contractors and troops carry with them wherever they go, together with this seductive immodesty of dress. But the foulest, filthiest chains. Let me indeed rather suffer any torments at all, than to thus self-incriminate myself, in giving up the most basic and intrinsic rights of a human being. Ever-so meekly, showing myself so “harmless”, such a “good boy”, as not to challenge such a diabolical regimen over body and tongue.
From out of these simple injunctions, of pious speech and modest dress, does there rise the towering edifice of Western Civilization properly-so-called. For if these most-essential pillars of integrity be accorded pride-of-place—as all humanity, even among non-Christians, indeed requires—then the foundation-stones of such a citadel are utterly immovable. Ready to stand up to the staggering syllables of God’s Word, its walls to be wafted with gentle breezes rather than overthrown.
November 28, 2009: Today’s financial depression a repeat of the ‘30s. The modern mega-system cannot be satisfied with popular wealth and wellbeing, any more than a tiger can change its stripes.
In a striking déjà vu forward to the Obama era, the NRA and related policy instruments and designs of Roosevelt and his big-business chief associates of the 1930s were not seriously geared to “help the little guy” but rather to “bail out” the stock-market, the bankers and financiers. As well as to set in concrete the corporate industrial system that would dominate into our own day. Always the concern was over “deflationary pressures” expected to come on the heels of any serious effort toward reform, in a reconstituting process however entirely natural, one which would ultimately have terminated the power of these “big boys” to speculate, to build empires and castles in the sky. For the fate of any highly-monetized economy, where cash is readily inflated and deflated, where financial instability is actually a sort of gear oil to “life on the Street”, in the differentials of mass production, of takeovers and power-plays, is that it quickly escapes control of familiar domestic institutions it is meant to serve. The family, the neighborhood, the local community: elements which would keep the economy a docile servant of the common good, of the general enrichment of men. That which absolutely must be determined locally in most practical ways: and not on the Main Floor of Wall Street, or in secretive corporate boardrooms in major cities across the land. Intrinsic to a really healthy economy being perfectly natural processes of a benign competition, coupled with a spirit of sharing, and indeed even a financier-abominated trend toward payment in kind. That which was the overwhelmingly-preferred method of remuneration throughout medieval times, when according to one estimate the typical villain peasant (one with a “hide”, about 15 acres, or more of land) lived at a real income level roughly equivalent to the upper middle class of today. This in terms of truly-substantial things he both owned and consumed.
According to John Kenneth Galbraith in his book on the Great Depression, the global financial instability bred during the Ruble Crisis of the turn of the millennium was only a repeat of the downward spiral of the ’30: indeed with periodic mammoth losses in investor funds of the later period having made their first disturbing appearances in the bullish Reagan-era stock-market push of the late 80s. The Great Depression hardly having been confined to some Black Tuesday—which actually showed a relatively insignificant loss—but rather having played out over a period of several years, just as has ours over at least as long a time. The earlier catastrophe no doubt mirroring the later too in a massive haul of investor funds garnered effortlessly to the benefit of insider traders. But according to the noted economist, memories can be short about such things, to the major loss of the unwary. Not to mention the victims of what can only be called modern-day “hype”.
Indeed what we have today is the final “meltdown” of a system entirely geared to elite profit-skimming, and equally-so to totalitarian control. And with the help of God, it is time we turned things around. A worthy effort for which I have some entirely reasonable ideas on this page and in these publications.
November 28, 2009: New World Order saturation-point-totalitarianism and personal moral responsibility.
I know it’s a mouthful to say, and its an even greater totality to grasp: this New World Order tyranny. It is the anti-state par excellence, it is a system which morally castrates the citizen, rendering him agency-neutered, in a state-worship which is the very opposite of the “render therefore to Caesar the (circumscribed) things that are Caesar’s”, the “let the greatest of you be as the least, and the least as the greatest” of Our Blessed Lord. And it would be so much easier if you could just isolate some fragment of this vicious and overbearing monster-system, and fight it with doughty might and main. Like Randall Terry does, with his more-or-less-exclusive concentration upon abortion as the evil of all times. But like a good Croatian-American Sheriff back in Joliet used to say, “if you take so much as a cigarette from the Mob, you’re in”. And in this case, if you coddle any of this New World Order breed—like Randall does these aggressive warriors on Fox TV or Capitol Hill—then you’re part of the New World Order gang. You’ve cleared for yourself a comfortable spot on the end of the bobbing teeter-totter, and you get to look Randall-Terry-heroic when your turn comes to bob to the top. Whereas if you are against the entire panoply of barbarous perversities of our New World Order day, enormities which incessantly feed upon one another, and whose strength lies precisely in their breathless counterpoise, their seemingly-contradictory but inseparable unity: then it’s all “shame, shame”. You won’t get a star on anyone’s publicity chart. Indeed, you’ll get abused without reprieve, just as the ancestors of the same AIPAC-driven mob crucified the good Christ on the Cross. That true Messiah Who accurately called their ritual purity hypocrisy and lies.
I write much here about the Simultaneous Whole—which is to say God, He Who Is—Who encompasses past and future in his all-embracing Now—of how we see all good things, as from their inimitable Prototype, in this Trinity, this staggering “undivided Unity”. He Who is the divine model of human society, of the just and valid state. But Satan too constructs a parallel unity, one however entirely artificial and contrived, a false unity which betrays to us the utter illegitimacy of the modern New World Order state. Which abjectly serves a devil who is the mocker of all times, as we see in his henchmen, who imitate so well this Father of Lies. Like these sodomites, described in entries below, the fiend’s most loyal sons, who labor to duplicate the piety of the good, even the rarified flights of mystical union of privileged souls. Who can even make an impressive showing, on a certain plane, after a certain fashion. But scratch this glossy surface and you find nothing but rank and disgusting decay. True, one feels sorry indeed for those thus deluded, and especially for those driven quite insane, or perhaps into a more-common grave state of distraction, and who are prevailed upon to consider themselves “gay”. Yet one doesn’t call cancer a great and marvelous condition, to be protected by congressional legislation, court doctrine, the police force and the national guard. Nor does one celebrate leprosy, and flout its carriers in office and school—to give lectures on the wonders of their state—but rather quarantines its victims until they are healed. Or lays them to rest if they have entirely succumbed, rather than leaving foul corpses to spread disease in the heat of the day. And indeed with a much greater death do we deal, in this moral pandemic of all times. Sodomy being the very temple priesthood of this New World Order empire-of-crime.
It is this state of totality-in-evil which is unique about the present-day USA, which reveals the stark outline of an anti-state for all to see, to which we owe no loyalty at all. Except to that slender degree to which it enforces some few remaining valid laws. Whose idea of “progress” is entirely aimed to outlaw Faith, to put us in high-tech chains: the hidden harvest of much-vaunted comfort-and-convenience-oriented, gadget-ridden gains. Hence do we know, if we but open our perpetually-squinting eyes wide, that every war we have entered into in the past century, and especially in the past few decades, has been wrong. They have all been skillfully pre-arranged, they have not served the national interest, they have unjustly killed other human beings, ravaged their lands and infrastructures, destroyed their native moral fiber, served solely a certain global elite who have succeeded in subjecting all the nations of the earth. So that finally there comes into play this realization of Our Blessed Lord: “You know a tree by its fruits”. The USA is now radically incapable of entering into a just war: and it is only the absence of a valid pope on the Chair of Peter that prevents the age-old Catholic revocation of the “oath of fealty”. Which thundering indictment includes excommunication for all those who bear arms for the bloody monster who rules some rogue state, one righteously targeted in this holy, perennial way. And likewise as long as this composite-fiend rules the USA, gobbles other lands, its position will remain impregnable; there will always be abortion on demand. And Randall Terry’s pitiful picture of a dismembered little unborn child won’t change any of that: indeed, it will only add an element of morbid fantasy, an ironic glorification of this new-era Nazi pitiless might. And illustrate in lurid colors the impotence of efforts thus restricted to a noisy Senate or street-corner political or polemical tug of war. For in the end, to quote Thoreau, “in an unjust state, the place for every just man is in jail”. And why go to jail, with Terry, for protesting only one heinous policy among an inseparably-tandem dozen more?
No, we must reject this totality-of-evil which is this New World Order, if we would win the all-determining blessing and assistance of God. Against a genuine “evil empire” whose combined headquarters is in Washington, London and Tel Aviv. And which bloated tyrant has ancillaries in Paris, Berlin, Delhi and a score of lesser places like Warsaw and Melbourne as well. We must defeat this false unity of the devil—which uses radical Islam as a deadly pawn—rallying around—not some new generation of drone bombs—but rather the two Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary. In a popular moral conversion which is precisely what the titanic struggle of today is meant to bring about, in God’s providential design. That God, that Simultaneous Whole, who uses the fiend as a mere spiritual athletic trainer, to toughen our interior muscles in order to manfully climb the ropes to everlasting life. During which exercise we take apart his false totality, his synagogue-sponsored New World Order house-of-cards, and build a nation truly free, “from the bottom up”, as alone it can be.
How carry out, in practical terms, this round rejection, how tread this righteous Catholic Way? Read on, and more importantly, follow the blood-stained footsteps of that Savior Who leads the way, especially as they meander through Catholic institutions down through time. A path we trace on this website, in these books and pamphlets, of which you are urged to run off copies at will (provided no profits be pursued, and due acknowledgements be made). A Redeemer Who assures us, “do not be afraid, for it is I”, and counsels us to “take courage: for I have overcome the world”.
November 26, 2009: Thanksgiving. “And with true Christian brotherhood each other now embrace”, to quote the pure and holy Christmas carol. A hellish, polar-opposite sodomy confuses morbid emotion with love, blasphemously confounds satanism with mystical reaches of the divine. This article has been revised.
Man, all intelligent life, is made to worship something: while this in-itself-good impulse, having found no other object of its adoration, turns inward on itself, burning up its own being in the annihilating force of this deranged love, like an insect under the magnified power of the sun, like a moth which heedlessly, with its own kind of rapture, hurls itself into the candle flame. But when a whole society turns inwardly on itself in this way—which must be called the essential dynamic of the perverse—it will invented some surrogate, symbolic god like the modern serpentine Progress before which to burn incense, upon whose bloody altars to sacrifice other human beings. For having abandoned the good and merciful God the Creator, Who is Pure Spirit, it has no other realms in which to ply or propel this dynamic of adoration except that of material might, cruelty, dominion. With pampering luxuries for some conquering few, with misery, death, disease for the pitiful victims of this Progress god.
As the masses become more and more corrupted by this kind of adoration, of this new and cruel god, they are less and less inclined to examine anything from an inward perspective. They steadily come to see all things in terms of attack/retaliation, dominion/submission. Readily accommodating, in the cramped quarters of their fevered minds, a war-of-the-worlds foreign policy, a “whole new kind of warfare”, one which gives ample scope for this new god of Progress to fulminate his deadly wares. Hence are all the many non-sequiturs of 9/11, the Tube Explosions, the Madrid Train disaster, the Anthrax murders, and a host of other such barbarities—glued together with the inevitable “trust me” accorded to the emissaries of this god, applied with a stout brush of top secret over all the many seams that don’t quite fit—hence are all these home-grown smoking guns dismissed, relegated to the realms of the “disloyal”, of “Al Qaeda sympathizers”, and so on. By this new breed of the “devout” before this implacable new pagan throne.
Such a perverted society ultimately has no valid law, becomes the veritable proving ground of chaos, so that sodomy and sodomy-marriage are accorded legal privileges that once surrounded things good, holy and wise. For it is in such an abominable temple rubric that this new god is honored in the most supine, abject way. With modern-day politicos conjuring up a new political “freedom” of sodomites to openly flout their foul relationships, to actively recruit others in their nefarious stalking pursuits, to “legally” institutionalize these morally and physically violent aberrations in marriage. Mankind obviously being brought abysmally low, placed in the heaviest of chains in this way. Congress and President substantially robbing human society of all things sacred, together with all civic concord and peace, while thoroughly erasing age-old rarified paths, above the spiritual timberline, along the Catholic mystical Way. These anti-matter relationships, these spiritual black holes of personality aggression/submersion being the very death of vigorous and enlightened human amity, while the crass assertion that sodomy can somehow partake in the Heavenly delights of the spiritually advanced plainly signals a new and treacherous beachhead of satanism into society, in the home-ground of the human soul and mind.
For it is Satan who is really worshipped in all this, whose “beast” is this Progress god, whose kingdom is of this world, of its lusts, its weary and eager pursuits, a fevered life which ends in the grave, and after that in the second death.
But sodomy is the peculiar worship the god of Progress demands: whose devotees are so crass as to misappropriate all the symbols of faith to their hellish lusts, with “Christian” or “Catholics” who are sodomites donning crosses or crucifixes in the most conspicuous way. Stealing the symbolism, claiming the high ground of spirituality, a perverted cadre who claim as well to be patriots of the highest degree, adopting the arrogant swagger, the pitiless language of ceaseless aggressive war. In all this revealing a striking parallel with the sodomites of the mid-century Nazi high-command.
There is no antidote to this virulent poison, no way to overturn this new and bloody post-natal/pre-natal anti-life god, except the painful Way of the Cross, trodden by all the Saints, and not just worn on the end of a chain. Since “the flesh warreth against the spirit”, and that penance and mortification which is food for the soul is poison to the self-indulgent ministries of this new Baal. The Cross—together with all the millennia-old, inexhaustible wisdom it contains—having been that treasure which was discarded at Vatican II, and in the subsequent revolutionary church-administration it brought into being. That Way of the Cross, that training course over whose rocky path is gradually learned the critical counterbalancing which true holiness calls into being, and upon which it likewise and conversely depends. That very limpid quality of docile responsiveness which God’s grace demands, which produces an outward bearing of meekness, joined to a nobility and integrity of the most inflexible kind. A combination which morbidly-passionate sodomites typically misinterpret in the most shameless and revolting way.
Here, then, again the urgent need of today, to go back to, to “cling to that which is most ancient”. To escape a looming fate which will destroy all good things among men. And replaces them with the vile and perverse excesses, the cesspool vices, of the sodomite crowd, of this Progress god which always requires such perverse and dishonorable worshippers and court attendants. Sodomy being a hotbed of murder and intrigue which now gains the rigid enforcement of “courts” and “laws”, and again, as every so often down through time, raises its ugly head among men.
But evil is only allowed to reign for a certain relatively-short time, and all things will soon come clean. At the approaching advent of a validly-elected, holy pope, probably attended by the Fatima-predicted conversion of Russia to the Catholic Faith: with this good pontiff indeed most likely a Russian himself. This coming successor of St. Peter to be joined by a great and holy leader—the prophesies call him another Charlemagne—to lead us out of this latter-day ordeal.
November 25, 2009: The true twin poles of life: Catholicism is a popular religion, mankind’s way to God, and Judaism is radically-elitist, and “nary the twain shall meet”.
So far are we indeed from embracing this farcical marriage contained in the expression “Judeo-Christian”. For according to St. Paul all things “Judeo” in Christianity died with sin, with The Law, on the Cross. Indeed with a Christ Whom the Jews nailed to a Tree.
But the thing principally promoted among Catholics in this false co-identification is a deadly species of elitism: that alone by which Judaism makes all its many underhanded gains among men. A dishonorable trade in which the synagogue loves to enlist Catholics in particular as understudies. And a certain concurrence is readily achievable, on a certain plane: for one thing because if Catholicism can be called a “mystery religion”, as certain Evangelicals love to say—one however open to the humblest, the most illiterate, requiring for the unlocking of fathomless mysteries only a docile, childlike heart—then Judaism is mystery-religion of an utterly impenetrable hardness-of-heart. Yet because of a certain commonality of human communication, the symbolisms for the one and the other kind of mystery is largely a shared one, and false Christians, moles or mere pompous fools can seem to be privileged vessels of true mystical wisdom and love. Simply by assiduously plying the body-language, the facial agonies of a soul in some obscure inward state. Each of which outward manifestations, taken by itself—because of our feeble and equivocal bodily equipment-of-self-expression—can actually stand for more than one actual interior thing, the one readily a mere mockery of the other. And killers can sometimes roll their eyes up piously in their heads in the most convincing way. And it is because of this false body language of mysticism that I write about a few things that aren’t very pleasant—sometimes indeed descending to the depths—so that we might all know a deadly tiger by its stripes.
My point: it is precisely this territory of mystical symbolism which the enemy has invaded with a vengeance, and many of the people we think of as Catholic mystics are only new-age Albigensians or Gnostics of the first water. For as I never tire of repeating, the truth lies somewhere “between marrow and bone”, it is a very subtle thing, and the deadliest of errors don’t typically miss the truth by a mile but only by a hair’s breadth. The way down this tortuous path, between promontories of eternal truth and sheer chasms of treacherous lies, being led by only by Catholic Faith, fed at the holy streams of St. Teresa and St. John of the Cross, while false mysticism and the Jewish Kabala always leads us over the edge. Israel indeed of late sending whole troops of initiates thither to be trained in an “interior life” which is actually an astute motivational training from darker realms.
One thing we need to know is that the principal victims of our overseas aggressions are we ourselves, in a genocide which could never have come into being without these careless habits of the soul. For the interior disposition required therein is a very precise thing, a balancing which the saints call spiritual prudence. In which, except for the theological virtues of faith, hope and charity—which can have no limits set to them, being faculties by which we share the very Life of God—“virtue lies in the middle” in all other things. But just as importantly, we must be sure that the things we are weighing one against the other—in this precision, hair’s-breadth scale—are themselves genuine values, only calling forth a prudent conditioning to the task at hand. And not just an interior repeat of the farce carried out daily on the Senate floor, in which the two sides of the incessantly-swinging teeter-totter are both wrong, often enough equally-so.
No, interior prudence, again according to the saints, is a completely different thing from the prudence of this world. It isn’t at all a matter of mincing ones words or deeds, or of finding some middle ground between two different species of crime, or precincts of Hell. Spiritual prudence many times finds the fulcrum-point—the true middle ground which St. John Cassian called gravity—to be not just nice and moderate but toweringly heroic. For the balancing here is from another realm, and not from cunning conceits of men. Since false notions of everything today are everywhere—of patriotism, of purity, of statecraft, of mystical love—and skillfully plied by infernal fiends and biblical “enemies of mankind”. And you yourself will often be perceived as “the enemy” if you take the true and differing stand, one seemingly only a “stubborn” and “unnecessary” hair’s-breadth away from the noisy, compromising or fanatical elites who set the pace. But this is how God operates; it is He Who sets down the rules of this inner kingdom. There is no democracy there, let alone any tumult, any blood-curdling cult-of-manhood, but only endless life, peace and quiet joy. An existence whose fruits are found in good deeds, in cooperative statecraft, in domestic prosperity, rather than wholesale theft and anti-life butchery both at home and abroad. Most often, in days like ours, this gravity, this genuine joy, “lays down its life for its friend”, but in a way that will be made out “a waste”. A “why does he bother?” While it is much easier to sacrifice the lives of our own young, and of native peoples around the globe. For a set of Napoleonic values that can be made to sound truly patriotic, that mobilize a body-language of exactly the same kind.
What kind of a papacy does this spiritual prudence produce? It isn’t going to be one which limply rolls its eyes up in its head, and speaks of inner realms, when babies are butchered in wombs, when aggressive warfare rules the day, when the liturgy is in shambles, when national bishops synods go their own way. It won’t just mumble distractedly, when churches close, when congregations are a fourth their former size, when masses are reduced to a quarter of their frequency before: it won’t then blithely mutter that “it’s quality, not quantity, that counts”. In these sentiments calling forth an elite which abhors to mingle with the “common herd”. For as stated above, Catholicism is a popular religion, its spirituality is genuine, humble and kind, and it is precisely in this coming clean that the imposter is brought to light, that fool’s gold is “panned out”, and the true remains.
Here, too, my confirmed suspicion that for the first time in history Catholic ceremonies—often indeed Latin, Tridentine ones—have been “taken over” by fiends, by imposters, by turncoat Catholics and marrano or “hidden” Jews. And with these rites the whole body of Catholic mysticism in particular. With the sodomites themselves having invaded these realms: beasts who in reality miss the mark by a mile. But who are very good at mocking sanctity, at rolling their eyes up in their heads. Believe me, I have see more than a few, and for extended lengths of time.
Alas, why must we bring up such unpleasant things? Because it is precisely at this one point on the spectrum of reality—this micron-wide patch of space—that good and evil duel in mortal combat today, that in cyber-language there are ten thousand “hits”, while the miles of space on either side are as empty as the void between the next galaxy and ours. The sodomites in particular are claiming this sacred space for their own: for they really think of themselves as the “holy ones”. Again, believe me, I have seen enough of this to know this is so. For if you are conversant in the realms of Heavenly things they will fairly come out of the woodwork, you will soon enough find these fiends close around your ears.
Hence I say, unite in common defense from these evil men. Give your children a chance to save their souls. Let us draw this “line in the sand”, not only in church and on the Senate floor but most especially in our neighborhoods and homes, where we more likely have something to say. In the organizing of the Frankpledge, under the banner of the two Sacred Hearts. Secure, again, at last, in these citadels of hope.
November 20, 2009: Giving the state over into the hands of the age-old Manichaean enemy: a story of centuries, culminating in the New World Order of today. More on the Big Picture, why we must view things comprehensively in today’s cataclysmic world, and must fill in many blanks ourselves. As noted here in many articles below, this is also the way of God. “Radical Islam”—which in a host of cases is only the CIA, Blackwater or the Mossad running around in turbans or black leotards—is actually the prime tool of U.S./AIPAC-driven divide-and-rule, and the deepest historical roots of Islam, as good as some of these souls are today, are not that different from the Manichaean or Albigensian fanaticism the USA has from the very beginning planted and promoted around the globe. Catholicism alone provides the answer to all these horrific ills. This piece is an attempt to pull disparate threads-of-thought together, which we write about at other times, and is thus a little disjointed. But this huge subject must be addressed all at once, to be accurately assessed for what it is.
The refusal to obey the divine injunction, of the placing of all things under the authority of Christ, including the state, has finally “put our backs against the wall” today. For it is at the level of practical power and authority that the will of God most gloriously shines forth, while any attempt to sequester religion into a Sunday’s only activity—with the inevitable consequence of same in a Barbarossa-like New World Order bullying of state over church—reproduces the divinely-despised “only saying Lord, Lord”, and brings upon mankind a curse. This perpetual Jewish-brokered caesaro-papism being the inevitable outward accompaniment to all heresy, including Protestantism in all its many forms, a disease or dry-rot which ceaselessly attempts inroads into the Catholic Church as well. Just as was done, in a tale almost as old as sin, by Early-Church-infiltrating “Judaizers” of Apostolic times.
God sees everything, including His own Son, as one unitary Word, the Simultaneous Whole, clothed, as it were, by the created world. And the devil’s aim is always to narrow or trivialize our own vision, to make it resemble that of God to the least possible degree. Here the place in particular of riotous passion, and conversely of cold analytic rationalization: inevitably logic-positivist, fragmenting our thinking beyond repair, breaking for us the unitary prism of divine light through which all things, by grace, come consolingly clean. But when wicked men for lengthy periods gain the highest places in both Church and state, and conspire with the forces of Hell to construct a whole distorted world based on lies and equivocation, cruelty and perversion, then certain things are evident less by a direct cause-and-effect than by a certain incongruity. Since for one thing the same old imperatives—marvelously spiritual, embodying a light mildly-tempered through the familiar mosaic of human fragility, in devotion, custom and song—these no longer apply as they once did. Producing glaring visions instead, of monsters like a lopsided and unstable unanimity, as after a 9/11 examined in a haste entirely out-of-proportion to the staggering matter at hand. A precipitation too unanimous, admitting of no hair’s-breadth of analysis, let alone hesitation or disagreement or demur. Invoking a patriotism which is an abject idolatry such as God Himself doesn’t demand, more like that of an army of ants than of human beings.
But all this ringing certitude—of a world morally shattered beyond repair—started somewhere in time, at a point indeed entirely obvious to see: a mania sprung full-grown from a sort of womb-all-its-own. A rupture-with-God beginning with the Orthodox-Greek-trained Barbarossa, who would bring the caesaro-papism long practiced on the Bosporus to Western European soil. In a trend to be taken up again—after the glorious, holy interlude of the thirteenth century, in many ways the high-point of European life to this very day—in a “hard-nosed” early fourteenth century French monarch Philip the Fair, joined by the likewise-rebellious reigning English king of the day. A tremendous orchestration of wickedness which irrupted in civil wars and revolutions in the two lands during the course of that cursed century, upheavals which would become institutionalized in a “dog eat dog” Jewish global free trade. This institution of the provisional as the very rule of all life being a rare goal of those who would undermine, overthrow, the mild Kingdom of Christ: in a swollen stream whose turgid waters would dislodge the Moloch of “Progress”, the Baal of a Gospel of Change, from the crumbled banks of a despair-ridden phenomenology of ancient pagan times. This institution of a nascent global capitalism in some ways making a mockery of Catholic missionary efforts, these inevitably sailing under the same riggings with the Shylocks of grasping synagogue intrigue. Harboring a moral disease which would incubate throughout the late-medieval/early-colonial eras, breaking forth with spectacular force in Revolutions on both sides of the sea. Going from the hysteria and mayhem of the later to the column-and-line of Napoleon, and the U.S. bloody conquest of mostly-peaceful Indian tribes. A practical, Gospel-despising estrangement with God which became magnified dramatically as soon as “modern technology” revealed its potential for absolute totalitarian control. Giving us the Luftwaffe, then the first mainframe, in the early ‘40s, and then the invention of the atomic bomb. Human society having since the fourteenth century become increasingly organized toward tyranny and lust, conquest and greed, the devil, who is the most ingenious of scientists, was increasingly unchained. For man has it in his power to arrange, develop, dedicate his labors, his polity, his industry and economy, to God and His just and pacific law or to “dog eat dog”, to trifles and trivialities, even to enslavement and barbarity. Which then sets into motion a “path dependency” which grows more weird, satanic and poured-in-concrete as time goes on. Since material things have this quality of being thus adaptable to any purpose of intelligent life, to become a pathway, a bulwark to Heavenly values or to those of evil and crime. The one kind of society being blessed and rewarded, the other punished and destroyed, by the power of God, in signal instances down through time.
It is utterly impossible to ground Catholic morality and teaching on this Manichaean, phenomenological base: of man “following his own star”, with his instincts toward rigor, toward adoration, planted in him by God, being turned to a fanatical hatred of human flesh. Accounted worthy only of orgy or exploitation, torture or death. Treasures like sexual innocence and purity being maintained only in a sane and abiding atmosphere of moderation, being readily lost in “New Order” of passionate excesses, of commercial dominion and aggressive war. This new World Order recognizes no separate, noble universe, living sovereign in each human soul: a realm whose guards and attendants are modesty, purity, moderation, Christian love.
But it was precisely during the years 1961-65—not by accident those of the Second Vatican Council—that the new and brash “certitude” was sprung upon mankind in full form, entirely unawares. You can see it strikingly in all the old TV series, like “Have Gun, Will Travel”, Gunsmoke, and a host of others as well. For its was during those years, or shortly thereafter, that normally good and upright small-screen characters like Paladin—a kindly man who used a gun only when necessary, bringing law and order where there was none, a man rigidly upright in moral character, chivalrous in devotion to sexual purity, peerless in reverence to womankind—that he was prevailed upon in at least two episodes to turn into a sort of womanizing small-screen gigolo in black. In at least one scene that was positively lewd. While on Gunsmoke scenes of the mauling of womanhood became standard fare, around the same time, with gangs of drunken rioters—hardly the old trail’s end cowboys, rather reproducing across time transplanted pot-smoking hippy-bikers, a breed exclusively of a brief time—became fixtures of the program, rampaging in and out of a Dodge City film set once meticulously faithful to the subtleties, “personal spaces” and reserves of the authentic historical time. Henceforth indeed and by dint of a carefully-contrived, utterly-artificial institutional change would all human values be translated into this blood-curdling sort of certainty: of having ones own pathological or sadistic way, if nothing else. And those who didn’t go along—on the screen or on the job, or even in school, sometimes even around the table at home—were suddenly adjudged as milk-toast, to be “washed away with the wind and the rain”, to quote a wildly-popular contemporary song. Flanked by these innumerable phenomena did “dog eat dog” join a debt-driven economy to increasingly rule the day. This in step-like increments from Johnson’s Vietnam to Reaganomics to Bush’s Wars to Obama’s “Bailouts”, putting the USA in manifold chains.
Now, almost fifty years after Vatican II, we pick up the pieces left behind by such a ring-eared, zany or barbaric crew: whose last adherents gather up our youth for one last push—in Afghanistan and elsewhere—to “make the world safe” for this anachronistic boomer-barbarian “freedom loving” breed. Dramatized in drone-bombs, personified in mercenaries who descend upon villages wreaking heinous rape and other crimes. The nation having never overcome the moral shock of 11/63, cold-bloodedly pre-planned as 9/11 and a host of other such devastating events would be.
Whenever most Churchmen today speak of Vatican II, which is embarrassedly less-and-less often, they either try to stonewall their way through the bewilderment left behind by that gathering, claiming in particular that the synod was “perfectly orthodox” in what it taught, but that bad people, on both right and left, had only misinterpreted it. Or else they surround the council with a host of tiringly-familiar “what you have to understand” qualifiers which amount in effect to the same sort of thing. And although the celebrated Documents typically have little to say but a lot of dull and harmless pabulum—even some “ringing” affirmations of past teachings—the “rub” comes in not just in the way the council was interpreted, but even more so by the daily sideshow that attended its interminable sessions. Things we of my age remember so well. One needs to have preserved a word-for-word log of the discussions there—which if written down would fill a whole library—to understand the true impact of Vatican II. Where the media led the way, and where the trend was to despair of any solid meaning to critical ideas and words, in a startling world-debut of a logical-positivist, Bertrand-Russell’s PARADISE. The watchword being “skip it”, when schemata were a thousand pages long, and arguments over word-definitions no doubt even longer still, right there on the Vatican floor. Hence would the Documents be abandoned to an infinite gamut of “expert”-contrived, word-warping applications and interpretations which would perfectly abort, roundly belie all the “sound” and “orthodox” phrases found indeed among their ample but synoptic lines. Although, finally, there were indeed some errors in the “Documents of Vatican II”, as in the much-made-over “Dogmatic Constitution” on the Jews. That one document, that blanket exoneration, that blank-faced reversal of Gospel teaching, whose blasphemous sequel, if that ever comes, will no doubt be the assertion, in some ways indeed already intimated, that it was Jesus Who was in the wrong vis-à-vis the Synagogue. The noted staggeringly-consequential constitution being an erroneous teaching which some claim was the only reason the rogue-council was ever even convoked. As revealed for instance in an anonymous scholarly tome, written sometime during the gathering, probably by certain Latin American bishops, a meticulously-documented historical study which expressed rueful, horror-stricken anticipation of just such a “pronouncement” (of Jewish non-responsibility), due just then imminently to be made. A book entitled The Plot Against the Church, one which is understandably hard to find and a copy of which is unfortunately no longer in my own possession.
Inevitably, blanket exonerations and hand-wringing equivocations on the council floor were to be trans-mutated, in the gathering’s own peculiar alchemy, into the iron-chinned certainty of philanderers on the TV screen, and of “nation building” aggressive warriors, sent across the seas. In a Novus Ordo Ecclesiae which would be the perfect counterpart to a Novus Ordo Sec(u)lorum (New World Order) to be unveiled by George H.W. Bush so soon, an official paganism already announced on the dollar bill. An outcome to which the striking down of the Kennedys, and of Martin Luther King would lend a fatal hand as well. For one cannot have both kinds of certitude—of the “peace which the world cannot give” and of violence, paganism and vice—one must choose. But again, you have to look at “the big picture” to see most of these things, since few of them will jump out at you with a tag attached. And you must guard your heart from corruption, else it remain blind indeed.
No doubt never before has fallen mankind in its long history mounted such an attempt as today, at the construction of its own Big Picture, through the machinations of controlling secret societies, paramount and dominant among them being world Jewry, followed by cryptic handmaidens like Freemasonry and the Skull and Bones or Thule Society. That international body which originated not with Hitler, as some claim, but during the Jolly Roger days of the Opium Trade, of piracy on the seven seas. A cabal of which the Bush family were early prominent members. That Jewish led multi-member conspiracy—of a synagogue which always insinuates itself into movements of every kind, which in the nineteenth century had very close links with the German nationalism from which Nazism would later spring—a many-headed cabal which, infiltrating the Church since around the late eighteenth century, carefully prepared the catastrophic ambush of Vatican II. Headed by Jews who typically pride themselves on their Caucasian ancestry—which the Shroud of Turin reveals that Jesus Himself possessed—modern-day Jews whom evidence suggests regard many darker Sephardim as inferior from the start, and expendable indeed. The “spirituality” of which unified panoply of conspirators is basically Gnostic, involving a fatal fragmentation of the noted Catholic holism, co-joined with a remorseless condemnation of the material world. Especially of the human body, and in particular of natural, consummated heterosexual love, and the birth of children. Hence plainly the tremendous advancement of both abortion and sodomy today—only recent manifestations of the age-old satanic error of all times—whose perpetual mental universe is to be found in the morbid, the sadistic, in an infernal spiritual blitzkrieg based on conquest, dominion, brute force. Epitomized in U.S. drone bombs and Israeli genocide over Palestinians, to the number of hundreds of thousands over decades since the first arrivals of “Jewish refugees” during and after the First World War. Of course, within such a Philistine, indeed Manichaean view, human frailty in particular is hated and despised, accounting for the fanatical pride-of-place accorded to eugenics, to the gleaming “efficiencies” of an increasingly-gratuitous electronic technology, the extermination of mounting numbers of Terri Schiavos, and so on. Which arrogant Tower of Babel will burn in the coming biblically-predicted chastisement, and man no doubt return to a simpler state in which he more properly belongs, according to his mortal, terrestrial condition. One lovingly prepared to suit his every genuine need, to dovetail with aspirations of a transcendent kind.
Human life means nothing to this new breed of Albigensian, Manichaean or Gnostic, who have taken over the governments of the world through the age-old route of Jewish-mediated infiltration. Cathars now possessing the halls of state, where formerly, as in the late twelfth century, they had been mere fanatical mobs of sodomites, as at Montsegur, defeated with dispatch by Simon de Montfort. A ruling elite, “not like the rest of men”, gathering themselves up in “Iron Corporal” hauteur since 9/11, who indeed already since the sinking of the Maine in Havana Harbor more than a century ago have been using mammoth black-ops detonations and other incidents—culminating in a brazenly-in-house Trade Tower event—to ramrod their will, to brainwash the citizenry into repeatedly going to war. While the same set now conducts a kind of meat maul approach in Afghanistan and Pakistan, just as was done in Iraq, and as has continued for decades in Palestine: new Manichaeans rejoicing in annihilation, dismemberment, torture, the sodomizing of prisoners, the rape-and-murder of the innocent. This is an evil machine—which has far less interest in “winning” than in destroying, than in bringing those on both sides to their knees—a monster which all men must fight today. A plague which the Catholic Church, the champion of the defenseless, was prevented from withstanding through the vitiating intrigues of Vatican II: the last of several “robber councils” in Church history. Struggling as we must against false movements on left and right—seemingly mutually-opposed but actually operating in tandem—for which the council and associated anti-popes would so broadly pave the way. Bogus causes set in place by noted enemies who always take great pains to capture dominant citadels on both sides of any divide. Whether religious, political, ideological or of any other kind.
Critical to any understanding of what is taking place today—vis-à-vis this new Manichaean genie whose present-day vaporous medium is this treacherous, deceptive “war on terror”—is that the AIPAC-driven coterie which rules the English-speaking world today actually harbors and cultivates radical Islam, which is only one of its many odious tools of divide and rule. For it is the torture-chambers and death-penalty-religions of the Saudis, the Egyptians, the new radical Iraqi Shiites which we ceaselessly subsidize, prop up with open and black-ops-clandestine aid, when they begin to totter, to give way to things more sane and free. And it is the Arafats, the Saddam Husseins and preceding Faisal family rulers, or any others who tolerate the exercise of a sensible religious free choice, whom we abandon in their darkest hour, whom we find some excuse to drive from power. To replace with brutal dictators, with homogenous societies based on the rule of imams, the sack-cloth specter of the Burka, and so on. Showing ourselves not just radical Islamists, but rather the policy-nihilistic Albigensians of all times. A brittle and bleak radical Islam being something which some say the Muslim masses would readily reject, if there were just something more sanely-and-moderately-Godly, on their practical horizon, to take its place. A radical Islam indeed in favor of which these new Albigensians who rule the day are about to switch sides. Street-savvy people who “know a winner when they see one”. Islam down deep actually being closely-akin to the Gnostic anti-matter creed: being sprung from the same historical roots of a human-sacrificial middle-eastern pagan antiquity, choosing the alternate, equally-flesh-hating route of excessive rigor rather than profligacy. While of course a Catholicism—the vessel of God-given balance and sanity, emasculated at Vatican II—would offer little resistance to any such development, nor to an anti-life/pro-sodomy blitzkrieg presently being unleashed across the globe. That which would be the potent revulsive which will inevitably bring on the conquering Muslim hoards. This filthy Manichaean deluge being the repulsive, Godless “alternative” we so crassly offer to starved, tortured and pulverized Muslim masses, and which is now being forced down our own throats at home by the same hip-booted congress and president who ramrod these policies around the globe.
By the above “conciliar” route, then, was Catholicism rendered powerless to offer any of its immemorial, mountain-moving resistance to this New World Order Judeo-Gnostic, Nazi scheme: a disablement which God Himself, for His own ultimate greater glory, mysteriously allowed. From out of which palsy will soon arise a Church resolute, ready to claim its place as the moral teacher of the state, of the practical life of men. The Jews in particular—with Canaanite/Manichaean, anti-matter ritual-purisms historically polluting their very veins—being a people who can only conceive of power in terms of the subjection or death of other human beings, this sort of “purity” having indeed been the very reason for their own rejection at the hands of Almighty God, already long before the precisely-predicted coming of the Messiah, Our Blessed Lord Jesus Christ, Whom they indeed rejected and killed.
Today’s picture isn’t entirely black, and there are indeed some bishops, like the one in Rhode Island, who are standing up to today’s hip-booted deluge of official wrong, at least in some ways. And the hope of every Catholic must be that these churchmen (1) get themselves validly consecrated as bishops, if they aren’t already: studying to this end the teachings of Pius XII and his predecessors, especially of the pope who turned down the validity of Anglican Rites for the same material reasons that the present-day “Catholic” rite is defective. And secondly, that they repudiate every last trace of falsehood, clinging with all their souls “to that which is most ancient” (St. Jerome).
As suggested repeatedly on this site, the takeover of the Church has been meticulously thorough, in all quarters of any size, and indeed in the most virulent if insidious way among traditionalist, of all things. Hence my suspicion that some of their clerics may even use the Tridentine Mass vaguely or formally in conjunction with the occult, perhaps akin to the Albigensian pseudo-cult of the Holy Grail of Nazi Germany: that which took its inspiration from, and indeed even performed some of its ghoulish ceremonies at, the ruins of the Cathar castle of Montsegur, near Carcasonne in southwestern France. Thus rendering such masses to varying degrees Black Masses: which we must say of any mass undertaken for a purpose other than the glory of God and the salvation of souls. (In this case, perhaps as a rite blasphemously stolen in hellish glorification of Aryan/Ashkenazi blood? Among certain guiding spirits who are plainly ‘60s Birmingham-style radical-racist to the core, and whose advertence to such an intention would likely vary to a wide degree. Proponents of a sorely-outdated “anti-Communism” which still blame Russia for an evil imposed on these Volga-dwellers by our own Jews from New York’s Lower East Side. In a treachery of 1917 matched by another of the early ‘90s, in which Russian financial assets were looted by the same mercenary Synagogue crew.
Indeed and as suggested elsewhere on this site, there exists the possibility of a certain vanguard of the traditionalist movement—again, as such, and not as it exists in many good souls—being a Jewish attempt to appropriate Gregorian Chant for its own—after having driven all genuine Catholics away. Chant being a hauntingly-beautiful, other-worldly psalmody, said by some saints to have been composed in Heaven, and by some experts to have preserved much of the musical character of the ancient psalms of David, long ago lost to the synagogue. Related to which alleged Jewish expropriation, we saw things quite frequently, when at St. Mary’s in Kansas for some years, where the Society of St. Pius X has a school, and used to have a large parish, things that were perverse in the extreme, and that don’t bear repeating. And there were others more privy than we who are said to have basically left in the middle of the night, feeling themselves threatened after discoveries of the most horrible kind. And there are some other trad-centers that are probably if anything even worse.
Here too is a traditionalist movement—with many of whose alleged beliefs we are of course in complete sympathy—which likewise displays an incredible amount of universal disciplinary unity, from places of command as far apart as Brazil is from France, or the USA from Australia or Germany, among groups which however differ with each other considerably on points of doctrine. A rigid lockstep nonetheless from whose commanding position all beneath are ruled with a kind of iron fist. This emphasis upon a harsh, merciless, indeed hateful discipline—in an utter absence of Christian love—being the real coup of all these obscure, infiltrated traditionalist groups: whereby is ramroded a Pharisaical synagogue spirit—the very antithesis of Catholicism—that which is actually the main aim all along. And after which everything else falls easily into hostile hands from the Holy Tree, “like over-ripe plums”, to use Marx’s phrase. (In a lock-step which the New Ordo in some militant and “patriotic” quarters is however picking up on more and more with each passing day.) A frigid spirit which together with certain specific and entirely-ruthless methods accounts amply for why these traditionalist groups are so pitifully small. Perhaps especially in a gratuitous, Orwellian, quasi-security-oriented, indeed basically global “keeping track” of parish members: something positively foreign to the old fatherly, rigidly-confidential, intensely-personal pastor-parishioner relationship. In groups to which—not from which—most Catholics would eventually have fled, in the face of New Church horrors, had they been at all inviting, conciliatory or kind. While there are a host of other anomalies one discovers among these harsh and doughty souls that dominate these select groups, which are too obscure to even analyze or discuss. Like one fellow of my acquaintance—I think we all know a person or two we wish we didn’t, perhaps especially if we are “traditional Catholics”, and who might even make us privy to things we would rather not know—a guy who uses a Randall-Terry-celebrated, increasingly-familiar, pitiful dismembered picture of an aborted fetus mostly to celebrate his own diabolical hatred for heterosexual love. And his infernal embrace of violent excesses of sodomite lust and rage. Some of which people, like him, are often warmly accepted among other Catholics, these latter having no idea of the repulsive secret life they live.
I come to this surmise—arrived at over four decades in time—for as I say, these people cover their tracks quite well—mainly because the Catholic spirit, the Gospel Catholic “Way”, is to be found nowhere openly celebrated today, but is rather subject to a wide gamut of mockeries and misrepresentations, of a sort both pitifully anemic and diabolical in ruthless force. Thus too the noted Randall Terry, who allies himself firmly with hip-booted “war on terror” aggressive warriors—from which his powerful base proceeds, and without which he would have little public standing at all—this while he proclaims himself the “pro-life” advocate of all times. And thus powerfully helps to restrict the titanic, all-points mortal contest of today to narrow anti-abortion terms. Presuming to make a mere lobby of a divine authority so soon to claim its throne, when earthly existence will be placed firmly under the loving pale of Our Blessed Lord. Rather trivializing, making a mere noisy khanate out of Catholic political thought, conviction and power, so soon to lovingly rule the globe.
November 22, 2009: “Sources say, Al Qaeda is moving to Somalia”.
You see these articles everywhere, both here and in countries around the globe who depend upon U.S. foreign aid or goodwill. But just like some “tell all” book by Tenet, Clarke or Joe Wilson—all of them incredibly dull—they always sound like they are read from a script, that they are all “reading from the same page”. A highly-familiar line which neatly—and indeed with an ironic sort of ring of cleanliness—sums up the entire story of U.S. international intrigue since George H.W. Bush. For just like these shoulder-to-shoulder books, there are no unique, existential, true-to-life nuances to set each such report authentically apart from the other. Only this stuff about “Al Qaeda is discouraged in Afghanistan, and indications are its next stop, the intelligence source says, is likely to be Somalia”. What indications? Well, that’s probably, you guessed it, top secret. (Better get out your Cracker Jack decoder ring). And then, of course, the reports come in soon afterward that “just as intelligence sources predicted earlier this year, Al Qaeda has been found in Somalia”. Yaddy, yaddy.
When the Muslim press was spunky, about five years ago or so, they used to stress that (1) there is probably no such thing as “Al Qaeda”, that it is the invention of CIA and State department imagination (not intelligence). And (2) that governments with large Muslim populations were getting their arms twisted by the U.S. Government, that, in so many words, they had better start “discovering” Al Qaeda cells, or they would have to move to the back of the line when it comes to aid, government contracts, nice little things like good listings as “safe places to locate your business”, and so on.
There may indeed be an Al Qaeda, but it is a radicalism which the Judeo-American global-conquest strategy calls forth, conjures up from fiery regions, in some cases arms and encourages. This is divide and rule. The USA today has no other foreign policy.
What we need to see is that this whole thing is much bigger than even the USA, that we too are only pawns in a game.
November 22, 2009: The dear price we are paying today, for hedging on the spiritual primacy of the Church vis-à-vis the state.
The Church’s commission vis-à-vis the public authority is that given by Our Blessed Lord when leaving the Supper Room in the company of the Apostles, to whom He announced the dawning of the New Dispensation political order, with His terse “now is the time to gird on the sword”. A command to find instant response, elucidation for following generations, in the Apostle’s “here are two”: these symbolic of armament civil and ecclesiastical, both of which are to be borne (bull Unam Sanctam of Boniface VIII) on behalf of Christ. Hence does the Church hold as its practical, duty-bound commission to see—if necessary by excommunication, interdict, the suspension of bonds of fealty, and so on—that the state always pursues this course of the service of God, apart from which there can indeed be no valid law at all. While accordingly it follows, and history illustrates, that whenever the Church has attempted some over-conciliatory real politik in its dealings with a Gospel-hostile state it has always found itself marginalized, persecuted, ultimately driven underground. Witness only the English Church under Henry VIII, almost all of whose hierarchy attempted to mollify the mad monarch by accepting the Act of Supremacy, which made the English ruler head of the “English Church”. A cowardly capitulation which would ultimately find its richest harvest in some 72,000 martyrs, as tallied by the Protestant historian McCauley, and many more under Elizabeth I.
But the really humiliating aspect of the periodic Catholic decline over the ages is the inevitable ultimate instrument of that condition: the Jews. They from whom heresy always takes its form, and for whom kings or queens typically prove to be but so many chessboard pawns. These enigmatic people we look forward to embracing someday, when they finally say, “blessed is He Who comes in the name of the Lord”, who however and as we are all becoming increasingly aware consider themselves by a sort of divine right, one however mostly atheistic in character, to be in charge in every circumstance. Whether a Jew be the lowliest laborer, the back-door butler, a guy just out of jail, or at the head of some investment bank, he always assumes himself to be in unquestionable command. (I have seen it more times than I care to say). And if we are foolish enough to let him, he will indeed and in fact roundly take charge. For which purposes he has no more scruples about methods employed than would the keeper of a pack of hounds. For the Jews think of “the rest of men” very simply as being less than human, and they alone as fully responsible, intelligent, capable and mature. Here being found a mad hubris which long ago got patronizing with God Himself, and indeed finally nailed Him to a Tree. And if we understand this one simple thing—this maniacal Jewish hubris—we have a dependable prism through which to gaze, to understand basically the whole spectrum of public realities today.
The point of this article is this: the championing by the Church hierarchy in any nation of the teachings of Christ vis-à-vis the state must be whole, exhaustive, inclusive. Churchmen mustn’t pick and choose, neglecting those things which are not palatable to certain parties or political blocs. As in the present, long-standing episcopal utter oblivion to the obviously perverse and unjust nature of all our wars and military “police” or “anti-terror” actions of the past decade. A “carrot on a stick” held out as a way to “keep on the good side” of both major Parties, and all those in between. A way to look doughty and “patriotic”, a route however in many ways courageously scorned, despised by the German Catholic hierarchy of mid-century: for which integrity they earned from Hitler himself a rueful tribute, as a worthy adversary, standing stoutly against his hellish war on God and man. We sacrifice Iraqis, Afghanis and Pakistanis on the bloody altars of our two party system, so that we will have talking points in the next congressional session. Here being an abomination, a good-natured slap on the back for Temple money-changers, rather than a round-house throwing out on their ear. But as history so amply attests, we are only preparing ourselves and our young new Golgothas in this way, and a harder road to tread than would have been required. Had we stood our ground like those good German bishops—who generally stood against Hitler wherever he was in the wrong—or a Croatian Cardinal Stepinac of those truly heroic days—who ran perhaps Europe’s biggest underground railroad for persecuted Jews.
As we never tire of repeating on this site: the only ultimate refuge for humanity, from such truly malicious characters as the Jews have historically been, is twofold: (1) the safe harbor of the Two Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary to which the flotilla of mankind is indeed being driven today as I write, God having allowed things to come to today’s dire pass for this very providential purpose. And (2), a return to localized units of authority, paramount of which is a Frankpledge which originated, in many ways, in the Far East, which was at the basis of a medieval European political life that was not only pious and Godly but also free in a practical and substantive way. Only this system, which has stout connections to all levels of state above, can preserve the Christian way of life, as well as the freedom and prosperity of the common man.
November 22, 2009: Anniversary of the brutal ambush and betrayal of John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Falsehoods of the arch-fiend typically hit very, very close to the truth, so as to cause the most possible confusion in minds and souls. Thus for the decisive defense of truth the Pauline sword is needed, that which “penetrates between marrow and bone.” Ah, Patrick, be a real Kennedy!
Likewise, and by the same token, an attack upon an infiltrating enemy can appear to be an attack upon the good organization it infiltrates, for this impression of some Galahad attacking the good organization itself is exactly what the infiltrating enemy wants. Since he seeks the host body’s harm or destruction—as well as that of any would-be defender—in boring for himself a comfortable place therein. A parasite who would just as soon that these targets of his malice all fall on their own swords, rather than that he should have to exert himself at all. Indeed, we here on this site attack many such infiltrating entities, these during the Christian era invariably funded, inspired or somehow connected to Jewish pseudo-messianic power. And of course the bodies thus invaded are always good and worthy bodies, for otherwise the invading parasite wouldn’t even bother. So you have to be careful not to “crush the (already) bruised reed”, as it says in Isaiah, but not so careful that you spare the evil mole or “plant” inside. But what has happened today is that these invasions are so numerous, obviously commenced on orders from a central global seat of power, as well as increasingly subtle and “close to home”, in a blitzkrieg of mounting intensity, that one can appear to be attacking a great many good organizations when attacking these multiple “enemies within”.
It’s good that we join forces politically with other Christians, as in this heartening “Manhattan Declaration on Religious Freedom”, subscribed by some 150 Christian entities of various denominations, and yet this broad approach, in which we “leave our differences at the door”, can only take us so far. Simply because God’s own revealed Religion isn’t a democracy—like the head of the Anglican Church seems to maintain, in offering a “universal church” with no doctrinal or disciplinary head—but teaches certain very precise and specific things. And furthermore, when the chips are down, and things get tough, like they will do very soon, God will be on the side of those who acknowledge the authority of His vicar, the Pope. And not just any anti-pope, either, but a validly-elected successor of St. Peter, of whom the last was Cardinal Siri, or the Catholic-seer-predicted “Pope in Red”. All this seems to forecast a coming bewilderment of the densest kind—and this confusion, again, is precisely what the enemy desires—but the Bark of Peter has weathered several such storms before. During which the azimuth to be stubbornly followed in one only, that of St. Jerome. “What then, when the foundations of order are entirely overthrown? Cling ye to that which is most ancient”. For we Catholics have no spurious futuristic revelation, but only that which ceased with the death of the last Apostle, and which is further dependably elucidated in the writings of the Early Fathers of the Church. In whose memories the testimonies of these ancient well-weathered, sea-worthy Fishermen and Holy Mariners was still quite fresh. And we will be needing mammoth and miraculous levels of help “when you see all these things coming to pass”, of which the Savior speaks. And about whose appearance He tells us to “lift up your heads, for your redemption is at hand”.
This is why we “sweat the small stuff” on this site. We demand “every jot and tittle” of Catholicism, nothing less: not only for truth itself but also because we see what is coming so soon, when to use the ever-militant language of the Old Testament “not a single sandal strap” can afford to be unloosed. In the end, this is the easier way, not the harder. Sort of akin to the way that everybody was wearing rosaries over in Vietnam, in the embattled front-line unit I was in, and in other troops or battalions with which our unit constantly dealt. Indeed, sometimes this proclivity of ours, of being so precise, so demanding, can even make us look disloyal, at least to some. But we are only trying to “cut between marrow and bone”, so that we aren’t just “the blind leading the blind”.
November 21, 2009: “Terrorist profiling” as a way to force Arabs and others of darker features to clown, shuffle and “do that crazy hand jive”.
Oh, America, what a vengeance will be wreaked, when “the day of the Lord” dawns! Europe is just now getting its gut full of this sort of thing, of the Judeo-Yankee “greatness” and “progress”, that which a well-named “Operation Overlord” brought to a Continent mostly full of fair-minded, even-handed men. Old Country people who will soon mount that uprising out of which will debut the Great Monarch, who will unite with a coming (validly-elected) saintly Pope to “restore all things in Christ”.
Here is only another corridor down this fantastic new American hall of mirrors. Besides being a way to “justify” further Nazi blitzkrieg around the globe, after any number of black-ops-perpetrated provocateur events, after the pattern of 9/11, the Anthrax scare, and so on, in a long line, this is yet another way to enforce the old racist code. When the Blacks used to have to get off the sidewalk at the approach of Whitey, or at least to grin and shuffle as this great personage passed by. Blacks who didn’t do so were classed as “uppity”, and might end up one dark night on the end of a rope. Hence is any Arab, Black, Central Asian, or for that matter any other non-Anglo, who holds himself up with quiet dignity and self-respect: hence is this the one who gets “profiled” in an airport, and put through the most lengthy and humiliating searches and interrogations. While these are the types too who are indicted—with body-language, with skillfully-marshaled accents of fear, if nothing else—on all these Hannity-patriotic talk shows. All-American means jocular to these people: but these White Bread saviors are all very business-like with one another. In a phenomenon reenacted daily on U.S. street-corners and workplaces, across counters and in mechanic’s shops alike. Where snuff-dipping drop-outs can sound like Philadelphia lawyers when some “inferior” isn’t around. It’s all Jim Crow all over again, and as I say in entries below, the Civil War was actually lost by the North, in an under-the-table surrender following close on the heels of Lincoln’s assassination. Hardly would the Black ever receive his “forty acres and a mule”.
Oh, I know, there’s a totally different correct and accepted routine for the millionaire Black, part of which soft-shoe, nothing like the old jive, is to be at all times completely absorbed in conversation on his cell-phone, occasionally checking the time, military fashion, on his Rolex, starring loftily over the heads of others, looking for all the world like another Collin Powell. This is a corny variety-show act which serves admirably-well to keep the Blacks on the other side of the tracks in their place, serving both Whitey and himself. While making the wealthy Black himself hated and despised in his own special way. I’m afraid most of the Black leadership of today fits in somewhere here: not because of the Blacks themselves, but because of the filtering process Whitey has so skillfully put into place. Indeed providing a sort of instructional video for this sort of thing was one Black law professor in one of my classes in college, who regularly inflicted this kind of thing on a Black student from the ghetto, impaling him skillfully with sarcasms whenever he asked a question. A poor but bright and expressive Black who had more character and intelligence in his little finger than this arrogant guy ever thought about. But as long as this paragon acts this way, he will probably not get profiled, and will make his way expeditiously down the concourse isle.
November 19, 2009: How do you organize from thin air? Some considerations. A law back East forbidding the hanging of clothes on a clothesline is harbinger of what is to come.
Some day, if things continue in this way, the only “correct”, “acceptable” and “attractive” thing to do will be to push buttons and sip food through a straw. To worship the dictums of cloned elites, or man some spaceship sent off to Mars. Everything else will be considered disorderly, and any least “infraction” will forthwith call out the national guard. This is where the new “progress” in bound, “managed” by super-sanitary people who “know what’s best”.
Of course, the prospect of free organization—dismantling this towering polar-Puritanical tyranny—is daunting indeed: but we ruddy sons of Eve have had to do this sort of thing since time immemorial. Spiders do it daily very well, and the Indians did it far better than we poor miserable products of modern “progress” in all its trivializing, agency-frustrating, soul-damning forms. Organizing is all built on trust, so that a strong yet enlightened element of patronage grows naturally out of the Frankpledge (10 head-of-household) unit. A trust far different from that which rules us now, in dictatorial deals from out of airy reaches of the synagogue and the Masonic lodge. A confidence rather that builds from the bottom up, as its chief instrumental mode. That has it conversely within its power to dismantle power-structures that have become tyrannical, this typically by way of infiltration of these domineering elites. Who always use money, mercenaries, thugs, etc., as their lures and “convincers”.
Yet there is something fatherly about all authority, so that when it is under constant earthly siege, as today, then one person at the very top is definitive to a good ordering, as detailed throughout my writings, especially in chapter five of Integral Catholicism. But yet again, and as the above suggests, this is a person who rises from the common people. He is no elitist, let alone the cryptic member of a nationality which considers itself “not like the rest of men”. And by the same token, and as St. Thomas Aquinas and all the Catholic political writers of all times assure us, this leader, when warranted, can likewise justly, and even, in an especially good and sound system, expeditiously, be removed.
Yet on this mortal earth we have always a balancing act, and we mustn’t assume that because things have gone wrong, because some heroic remedy is required, that “it was all awry in the first place”. That bomb-throwing propensity which lay at the very base of ill-named “Enlightenment” political thought; which imagines that a system can finally be developed which is perfect, somehow permanently breathlessly balanced and counterpoised, in every way. Here indeed do we have breath-bated efforts to produce the mystic-legendary “sound of one hand clapping”, set to stellar humming of spinning orbs. Engendering all sorts of hypnotic flights, for worshippers of “worm holes” in space, and galaxies beyond. While especially central to our comparatively humdrum, lackluster thinking, never lost sight of, must always be, to wit: “all that shouts and runs riot isn’t democracy”. Nor, Birchers, is it a “republic”, which is precisely the same word, and only means democracy in Latin rather than Greek. Although these Birchers do have a point to what they say, if we realize that the Greek spelling—from the word demos—readily spells demagoguery and disorder, while the Latin spelling—from res publica or “thing of the people”—readily suggests some orderly, organized form. Not, however, a form which lays prostrate at the feet of some certain abstract system of “checks and balances”, one which has seldom been found to be workable, for any stable length of time, except for the interests of the noted top-heavy elites. That system which made ample provision for perhaps the worst form of slavery ever seen among men, which today gives us a “progress” bent on extermination and on Hitlers very own “perpetual war”.
As noted above, if we trace authority to its root enablers we find that “all fatherhood (or authority) comes from God”. This is the only rock-solid way to preserve the good services and ordinances of the state. This being the lodestone which alone infallibly guides the workings of the chamber, the judgments of citizens who gather in their Frankpledge, their Hundred, their county “moot”. Faith being that prism through which alone are uncovered the ruses and stratagems of evil men. They who today are so deeply imbedded in the corporate/governmental structure that it will indeed take a renewed and redoubled Inquisition to drag some of these fiends into the bright light of day.
These black ops people, for example, as I understand this dark subject, are so dedicated to their evil schemes, their heinous little packet of “orders” and attached cyanide pills, that, upon such commands they will readily destroy even their own families, as a sort of burnt offering to an all-powerful state. No doubt pretending to share the same values with which they were raised, infiltrating back into the family circle, after their extensive, soul-selling training, they will carefully sabotage every vestige of Faith, of every tender and sacred thing. Ever a part of their “mission” being the turning-out of soulless, mindless fiends like themselves, in this New World Order totalitarian regime. Of course, this is the way of sodomites, and it is no coincidence that most of these Mossadists and other vile and evil black ops people are sodomites to the core. Bearers of the new “progress” in all its bizarre and effeminate shades. People who will burn forever in Hell.
The point is: simple human vigilance will simply not do. It takes the wisdom and discernment that only comes from God. Hence, too, do we not give a chart blanch to anyone, no matter how trusted they might be within the Frankpledge, or at higher reaches of the state. We always take each other with a grain of salt, and a generous sense of humor, too. Always there is this sense that we are dealing with fallible mortals. Only the authority of God, of the Church, is trusted without reserve. While with the latter, we also recognize that it too may be infiltrated: although under a good pope like Boniface VIII and a host of others down through time, only with the greatest difficulty. For which good ferreting purposes we have not only the noted rejuvenated Inquisition, but also the discernment, the “turning things over in our own hearts”, after the very manner of Our Blessed Lady. For since “the kingdom of God is within you”, we can trust that its trumpeters and inner-city criers will sound the alarm, will raise an interior “hue and cry”, when some ecclesiastical wolf has got over the wall. Of course, this is all very vague and risky territory, but “the kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence, and only the violent bear it away”. A kingdom which is always knit together loosely and from many directions because of such very stresses it must withstand. In this condition, then, speaking with the “mind of the Church”. Animated always by “that which has been passed down”. Tradition always, and again I say tradition. Or there can be no hope. Only with the Second Coming can this in any way change.
November 19: The New World Order ratchets up its demand for the public denial of Faith.
Quoting Islamonline.net, “Giant atheist posters, sponsored by the British Humanist Association (BHA), have been installed on different routes in London, Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast. They feature two children surrounded by shadowy Catholic, Protestant, Muslim, Hindu or Sikh religious labels with the slogan ‘Please Don’t Label Me. Let Me Grow Up and Choose For Myself’. Similar, “in January 2009, a bus campaign was launched in several European countries, asking people to go atheist”. As a side-note, we might consider how fervent these Muslims are in their upholding of traditional belief and values, and see them for the friends they really are, even if they are indeed mistaken on some of their views. I myself wouldn’t be too awfully choosy about who to have in a foxhole next to me, when things start to break down, as they are so soon set to do.
Of course, the deception involved here is on many planes, since the formation of religious Faith isn’t brought about by some sort of indifferent or even-handed debate. God speaks to us in our souls, and rational argumentation admittedly has but little to contribute here. Do we offer syllogisms when we fall in love? All the less should we do so when we fall in love with God. For the entire meaning of religion is that it transcends merely rational bounds. That it lifts man to a plane entirely above himself: just as indeed does heterosexual love. While likewise even the animals have this almost-palpable sense of worship built into them, and their obscure rounds of activities bear witness to the same Almighty Father of us all, of all creatures, both human and irrational. But it is our duty to orchestrate this inchoate adoration of unthinking creatures, into a symphony of divine adoration and love.
Parents, of course, can either aid and nurture this critical, all-important process, or inhibit and discourage it, granting “equal time” to considerations base, “rational” and mundane. Thereby throttling this sense of Faith before it has a chance to take root in the souls of their young.
All this prejudice against religious faith comes from this towering hubris which thinks of all things human from prior times as having been “backward”. Yet even as I write these same proud figures lead mankind steadily toward a mass extermination of the most complete kind. Economically, militarily, in the deliberate spreading of lethal bacteria, of which there is much evidence, and so on. “Killing me softly” should be the atheist’s theme song, or that of those who fall under his “mercy killing” knife.
This whole culture of Faith, of course, is what atheists and humanists reject, a denial which quickly degrades them to something much lower than that rationality they so proudly claim. As manifested in their typical libertine, sodomites lifestyles, their failure to find any lodestone by which to guide their few earthly years. Spending all their lives weighing and considering, using their “reason” like alley-cats use their claws, instead of as mountain-climbing tools to find their way to God.
In fact, and as we “know by Faith” far better than we can ever know by mere feeble senses, God plants in us the dynamism of Faith just as he planted dynamisms of biological life into terrestrial creatures of every kind. For He made us to be—not monkeys or alley cats—but sons and daughters of Himself. For which purpose He sent us a Son to die for our sins.
November 18, 2009: The real see-saw, as opposed to the contrived. Catholic values as against Judeo-Calvinist; gleaming, modernistic “tidiness” as against living, breathing love. Everywhere the gentle, fatherly Catholic voice is stopped today, in the wake of a Vatican-II-contrived sense of inhibiting shame over things specifically Catholic, over the Catholic past. Our enemies did their homework well. The Vatican II heretical exoneration of the Jews.
The “Dogmatic Constitution” on the Jews, promulgated at the anti-council Vatican II, is the epitome, the real root of all this, constituting as it does the culmination of a long-developing heretical denial of immemorial Church doctrine on the special responsibility of the Jews for the death of the Lord. Which is not of course to say that they were the only reason that Jesus shed His Most Precious Blood, but rather only that they were an instrument that bears special blame, that drew upon itself a curse. That very fact which the anti-council made so bold as to specifically deny. An eagerly-embraced special responsibility so evident indeed in two-millennia of Jewish gloating over deicide so long ago. But it isn’t really the aim of laboriously-infiltrating Judaizers, with us since St. Paul, merely to entirely exonerate first century Jews, but rather also to lavish indulgence, even ample praise, upon they who celebrate so wildly the foul deed their ancestors did so long ago. Indeed to condone like deeds perpetrated upon mankind that Jews still do to this very day.
Here is indeed where today’s real battle lay—a realization gleaned over the four-decades since this massive global deception, prepared in extensive travels on three continents until the year 1971. Discovering as I did, among other things—like some lost and misty notional continent, uncharted, between the seas—that human persons overwhelmingly value the same things. This lost landmass, of common human embrace, comprising a terra firma for the human mind, soul and heart: that is, except for a tight-knit gaggle of Judeo-Calvinists, Christian-Zionists, call them what you may. Their outlook having been singularly favored, even cultivated, at Vatican II, especially in the noted Jewish chart blanc for the deicide. Jews and Judaizers having thus captured dominant outward ramparts of the highest earthly citadel of Heavenly grace, Catholicism, thereafter all other institutions, secular or religious, easily succumbed. The stout tie with the Catholic past having been broken, the Catholic Spirit, “that which has been passed down”, denied: the Church was thenceforth effectively removed as an active, mountain-moving force. The enemies of Our Blessed Lord at that gathering having mysteriously yet quite substantially “taken over” a Church which yet somehow remains “the bride of Christ, spotless and without blemish”, at least on some ineffable plane. Ultimately by this means likewise commandeering as well—and far more easily—the entire world. In all cases likewise assiduously fostered a spirit of timidity, especially before the face of world Jewry. If one advanced in oddly-strident tones, during lengthy, voluble sessions, and more guardedly in dull, rambling documents and “decrees”.
Subsequent, then, to this outwardly-controlled synod—of which the Church has had several over the millennia, utterly-un-Catholic “robber councils” mysteriously allowed for the ultimate resounding glory of God—has come today’s all-too-familiar stiff, unresponsive, in-a-word dead spirit. No longer one of Gospel love but of a timid accommodation—even here and there an eager acceptance—of global conquest, of marching in column and line. Contrived being an “odd new church”, predicted so forcefully by Blessed Ann Catherine Emmerich in the early nineteenth century, standing by meekly as genocidal Jews and drone-bombing generals do their nasty work. Raising only a feeble voice at U.N. bodies legislating aborto-facient “birth control” and abortion on demand. All in service to a “progress”, at the uncontested say-so of a tiny, ritually-pure few. Christians among these privileged numbers regarding themselves as “the elect”, so designated in a crass, worldly style that would have repulsed Our Blessed Lord, as did Herod himself. While the Jews, always at the lead, know consummately well how to cultivate such a foolish and gullible crowd.
Hence does an innocent-looking acquittal lead quickly to a wholesale endorsement of modern-day secular, atheistic Jewish aims, against which, again, an enemy-occupied Church raises only the most feeble voice, if any at all. Just now when a stentorian pronouncement is most in need. Ample justification for which denial or cowardice is provided from not-a-few pulpits, with this novel idea that we Christians are after all “nothing but new Jews”. This sort of beguiling pop terminology involving a very careful and astute play on words: for although Catholicism is indeed the consummate fullness or ”fulfillment” of what the Old Testament had to give, yet that old creed of ritual prescriptions was the merest feeble seed—“which falling into the ground, dies”—of what was to come. Judaism, then, received any past honor it once possessed from what was yet to come, and it receives any meaning or significance it still has as a mere memory, borrowed from that which now is, which gloriously reigns. In a perfect analogy to the way in which the Immaculate Conception came from a future reparatory death on the Cross. So that we are “new Jews” indeed—if we really must voice ourselves in a certain enthusiastic stretch of thought—but only in that true way which the Jews of two thousand years in fact utterly reject and execrate. Just as did the bloody throng before Pilate’s throne.
Ridiculous, monstrous insanity, then, is any idea that Catholicism can support “Israeli” settlements on the West Bank. Barbarous injustices which we in the USA stand behind, in spite of an occasional papal/diplomatic slap on the wrist for Israel. Hardly the thundering interdict, or revocation of fealty that is rightly called forth. But a seconding of Israeli aims and ambitions entirely predictable after the supine capitulations of Vatican II.
But as suggested above, to Judeo-Calvinism the universal or catholic unitary instincts and impulses of humanity are held to be signs of inferiority, and the ability to look others in need coldly in the eye held to be some sort of bravery or “realism” of the highest kind. While increasingly, since this global Judaizing of decades in time, I have found profoundest human or spiritual values replaced by utter trivialities, by the fanatical, humorless, pharisaical ritual purity, that marks the “progress” of our times. An antiseptic obsession with cleanliness, new cars, fancy unpaid-for houses. A spirit I found nowhere else on earth, in travels decades ago, neither among Vietnamese villagers, or Viet Cong prisoners, nor among Britains, Italians or Belgians I met, or even among (then communist) Yugoslav diplomats, found, pleasant and kind, on a ferry across the Channel. For very simply, there are two mutually-exclusive ways to unite humanity: one is the Catholic Way, the Way of Divine Love, the Gospel Way taught by Apostles and missioners of two thousand years—namely, that of genuine love and compassion, which doesn’t count the cost—the other by ruthless, remorseless enmity, treachery, intrigue. And this earth is the place of testing upon which we must choose between the two. And neither, again, is there anything weak about the Catholic Way: which, according to Our Blessed Lord, speaking to Sr. Josefa, is “like a volcano in full irruption”. To quote the Savior, “does anyone, then, need to be told that an overpowering force has been unleashed?”
Because the entire world is beginning vaguely to grasp this dichotomy—this real and genuine see-saw—not the creaking, noisy one bobbing up and down on the Senate floor, with contrived false polarities between sodomy, aggressive warfare and abortion-on-demand, these actually all alike peas in the same pod—that men like Obama, Pilosi, Reid and newer “leaders” are hoarse and frantic to sustain their fait accompli. They need only pull the wool over our eyes a little longer, and it will be entirely too late for the electorate—by then entirely muzzled and hogtied—to do anything at all about it.
But no such hopelessness rules here on this site, in this Frankpledge Crusade.
November 15, 2009: Driving the devout to despair. “Heroic” deeds of patients on prozac and similar drugs—with Hasan no doubt joining a list that includes Virginia Tech’s Cho and countless others—may explain Ft. Hood massacre far better than Islamic jihad. How White racism mixes in with this highly-unstable chemistry.
For we know that this Muslim psychiatrist who killed and wounded all these people was himself under counseling by Army counselors. And as we ourselves have seen in the person of certain acquaintances, the administration of certain drugs—especially to persons already overwhelmed, distraught, unhappy—can be like setting the fuse on a time-bomb. Thereafter, it is only a matter of time, of a few things falling into place in a certain highly-predictable way. And then….boom….indeed as if there were no human will involved at all.
But there is in fact no better way to motivate ever gun-ho U.S. citizens to “stay the course” than to conjure up, to deftly pre-arrange, some such horrific deed. (Could the Army, with a team of prosac-administering “counselors”, have had a “patriotic” interest here?) Like an all-determining 9/11, planned and perpetrated from start to finish by fiends behind the scenes—and some others “right up front”—who so onerously rule this once-fair land. Because for the fanatically-nurtured “end” that is so deliriously desired by controlling elites, any “means”, however inhuman, will do.
Yet in order to produce the desired explosive outcome, some genuine provocation seems necessary, some injustice of an intolerable or near-intolerable kind, for the peculiar chemistry, obsessing some Jiberly or Hasan, to explode in bloody rage. And the USA, even apart from heartbreak over unjustly killed, tortured or sodomized co-religionists in far-away lands, does indeed abound in these occasions for resentment, disgust, even some justifiable measure of long-overdue self-defense. A “land of the free” in which Blacks are still unwelcome in at least 80% of the landmass of this nation: snow-capped mountains and emerald forests being held mainly as the private vacation-preserve, or ”quail run” suburban enclave, of the blond and fair. Places where only a small percentage of the wealthiest of Blacks might venture independently to go. A place where innocent Mexicans, Blacks and other minorities still crowd death row, where “gun carrying” Blacks were shot in the back trying to escape the floodwaters of Katrina, where they and some other minorities pay far higher mortgage rates, no matter how solid their credit might be. Where all but those of Caucasian features, and preferably of Northern European extraction—and this is probably the more-typical “straw that broke the camel’s back”—must in many ways sedulously mind their p’s and q’s out there in the public milieu. This in gallingly-demeaning ways, over maddeningly-minute things. Almost as if they were school children being inspected by their elders, over things about which an ever-jocular, carefree Whitey needn’t concern himself at all. These “don’t sweat the small stuff” Anglo guys and gals who are universally classes as so “mentally sound”, with “an attitude that doesn’t quit”. Gross impositions—a total lack of genuine kindness, civility or respect amounting to a blank-faced denial of the legacy of civilized man—a shameful culture of juvenile oversteps whose victims, as a final insult, are expected to accept it all with indulgent good humor. Or else be branded as dangerous, backward, “someone to be watched”.
But of course these are only domestic vignettes of a White racism which eagerly enlists itself in an end-time (mostly Caucasian-Israeli) pseudo-messianism, the ultimate nihilism of all times: that terminator value which ties together all these injustices that might otherwise, if given any sort of honest chance, subside. A hideous kind of “messianic” logic that is compelled in its strange and maniacal way to illustrate, to luridly choreograph a new, radical, photo-negative image of right and wrong. A deliriously-celebrated end-time Zionism—with Christian-Zionist protagonists following in an interminable van—whose vindication requires these wrenching object-lessons, like an inside-job 9/11, and probably a more-recent Ft. Hood as well: almost-eagerly-expected, and in fact carefully nurtured, pitilessly brought into being, On a grizzly path to further and bloodier, stock-market stimulating wars (“what a pleasant coincidence”, eh?) in which these horrendous induced events are like clearly-marked stepping stones to some next new “sad but necessary” phase. Some new generation of ever more lethal drone bombs, or fortune-500 sodomite warriors to descend like Philistines upon some sleepy town. This fiendish kind of “social engineering” being indeed a chief, passionately-longed-for fruit of a century and more of the Christianity-despising, mostly-bogus “behavioral sciences”, since the days of Sigmund Freud. A proto-psychiatrist together with Hertzl, Rothschild and several others at the very vanguard of the Jewish secular messianism of his time, and for whom Prozac would have provided a rare “missing link”—much like gleefully-celebrated pig-bones for the Peking Man—to the perplexing riddle of what to do with “the rest of men”.
But as suggested above, especially aimed at in this drug-induced regimen—which destroys so many unsung at home, discretely off the front page—is the “profiling” of the soft-spoken, the dutiful, thoughtful and kind: such as this Hasan so evidently was, and by good evidence, for that matter, Cho and Jiberly, the Binghamton mass-killer, as well. For this “war on terror” is above all a war on the devout Muslim: in many unique ways the last vestige of a devout humanity of my own childhood days. The pious among Catholics having long ago mostly succumbed to a remorseless, underhanded attack, since Vatican II, and its mass-disseminated, strangely-commercial rolling out of an oddly offhanded, even hilarious view. A zany perspective which carried the inseparable flipside of the same general characterization of the good and innocent, contemplative and devout as somehow “dangerous”, “unstable” or “unpredictable”, as now so ruthlessly criminalizes the pious Muslim mind. All this following in a direct line from a serendipity, highly-Judeo-infiltrated “aggiornamento” of Vatican II: in whose effervescent wake everything had to be smiles, laugher and jocularity, and most serious reflection came steadily to be regarded as fraught with potential for grievous or even explosive harm. Here having been a spiritual tsunami which utterly swept clean the “civilized” world of its time, but which somehow missed these South-Asian climes. This post-Kennedy, post-Vatican-II targeting of the good, pious and deeply-sincere having paved the way for a world increasingly dominated by drugs and violence, by a thoughtless eagerness to fling devotion of any kind not military or mercenary to one side, to partake in aggressive behavior, aggressive war. Indeed with all the dearly-bought advances of the ‘50s and ‘60s in race relations, in true civility and human, Christian kindness, having relentlessly, remorselessly gone by the bye. Much after the manner in which the big Jews and Freemasons who really ran things, already in the mid-nineteenth century, got together, just after the Civil War—you know, the already fabulously powerful Bush family, the budding Harrimans, Rothschilds and others—and made a deal under the table by which all the blood of that conflict proved to have been shed mostly in vain. As that of the Kennedy brothers would so plainly be vainly spilt, a century hence. In the construction of a crypto-slavery in its own maddening way every bit as galling as the rape-ridden bondage of previous chains. So soon to take on global dimensions in New World Order fame.
November 15, 2009: The pro-Israel, aggressive-warfare “rebuild the Temple” coterie resemble those first century Jews who stoned St. Stephen.
St. Stephen, the first of millions of Christian martyrs of the millennia to come, called the Jews of his time exactly what they were, “hard-hearted, stiff-necked, proud”, and so on, just as had Our Blessed Lord. And their modern-day Jewish and “Christian Zionist” descendants to come, rejecting in word and deed alike this same true and precision-time-predicted Messiah, repeatedly earn these epithets as well. And just as the good St. Stephen was forthwith stoned to death for his courageous and truthful words, modern-day Jews and their “Christian” imitators, radical Evangelicals said to number some 70 million world wide—among whom are indeed a vocal, wealthy “Catholic” minority as well—are now just as busy as those old-time Jews, who hastily “laid their robes at the feet of a man named Saul”—“heroically” putting to death tens of thousands of Muslims around the globe. Calling these genuine martyrs “terrorists”, in acts of inhuman hard-heartedness that come up every bit to the infamous Mai Lai. An overwhelming majority of defenseless villagers being blown to bits, incinerated, by the Obama-endorsed impersonal barbarity of our drone bombs, and other means equally perverse and bizarre. Killers of innocents always being driven first to slander those they would destroy: much as their ilk once slandered the good and gentle St. Stephen, falsely asserting that he had denied and insulted the Jewish patrimony and law. That which he had rather courageously and lovingly upheld.
But ultimately, all that these Christian Zionists—and those bloodthirsty mercenaries and others who enlist in these aggressive wars—are doing is putting a noose around our and their own necks. These fools who think there will be a place “on board” for anyone else but the Jews, were the Israelis ever to actually achieve their vaunted anti-Christ goal. No, my friends, we are slated to be exterminated just like the Canaanite tribes, once we have in stupid gullibility done our craven due. Preliminary to which is the genocidal destruction of the Palestinian masses, of whom hundreds of thousands have since World War I already been destroyed, by innocent-looking “refugee” Jews. This pan-Jewish state being prepared by an all-determining segment of American-Jewish power—personified in this dual-citizen New Yorker Netanyahu—who now draw up plans for the imminent demolition of the Muslim Dome of the Rock, so that “the Temple” might be rebuilt on the same ground. These same people, basically and principally, who brought us domestic horrors like the catastrophic bank “bailout” and a long-standing hard-hearted abortion on demand.
I offer to my fellow citizens a real and Christian heroism, following not in the path of a bloody holocaust of innocents in the womb and around the globe, but rather the humble, blood-stained path of the Holy Cross. That which leads to a glorious Resurrection, both in a good, innocent and prosperous earthly civic existence and in the salvation of souls.