I want a Rosary made out of bullets more than anything else in the whole world
I saw this article and the pic, and the first thing I thought was, “Wait, are those bullets?”
But now I want a Rosary made out of bullets more than anything else in the whole world.
[Except for a power drill. I actually for realsies want a Black & Decker power drill and a bit set – including a range of hole saws. This year a bunch of my nice friends asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I said, “Power drill!” but I guess they thought I was kidding, because I got books. Now, they’re great books, don’t get me wrong, and there’s nothing in the world I like better than books, but there’s a bunch of things I want to make out of wood and I could really do with a power drill. Why do people always think I’m kidding?
I really love this built-in shelf and fold-out table thing.
In fact, I love the cool and calm rustico austerity of the room in general. I’m considering getting rid of a bunch of my stuff. Or maybe just moving it around some more to make more of a clean space. When I close my eyes and imagine the room I want to live in until I die, I more or less picture this room.
I actually took a joinery course at community college when I got out of high school. In the end, I decided to do something for a living that had a lower risk of accidentally cutting off major body parts, but I really liked it and I’m glad I got a crash course in Being Handy.]
Wait, what were we talking about again? Oh yeah, the collapse of the Church in Italy.
I was having a conversation the other day with some of the monks. They were talking about how many of the Italian tourists come to town and are enchanted by the whole monk-thing but kind of treat it like it’s one of those living history village things. I’ve seen them often coming into the basilica to watch the Divine Office like it’s part of the Monastery Ride at Catholic Disneyland.
The people of this country are really great. Italians are really some of the best humans on earth in many ways. I’m learning that a whole bunch of the things we Anglo-Germanic types do differently from them are really us Doing It Wrong. Italians do right a whole bunch of things that we do catastrophically wrong. And a whole lot of the things that we do right that they do wrong are things that are really unimportant. We know how to queue. They know how to look after old and sick people and don’t think it’s OK to kill them.
But they’ve forgotten the Faith. They still sort of remember that there was this thing that everybody once believed in, and they’ve really taken on board the idea that it was bad and “oppressive” and backward. Especially “backward”. As a nation, Italians are terrified of their own culture, their own past. (Except for the arty parts; they still like all that stuff.) But most Italians are no more than two generations away from their peasant ancestors, and they are like teenagers, desperately ashamed of their parents and grandparents and frantic to prove how modern and up to date they are.
Their repudiation of the Faith is part of that self-flagellating repudiation of their ancient agrarian culture. They all dress like nouveau riche footballers. Seriously, women in Italy of a certain socio-economic demographic wear sequins and rhinestones on their shoes. Their shoes! I’m not making it up. Which is why they all fled from the countryside. It wasn’t only that there are no jobs here; it’s that its hopelessly uncool to still live in the little village your family is from. You go back in the summer for a holiday. But you live in Rome where as much of your furniture as possible is made of plastic and covered in chrome.
When you look at Italian furniture stores, the look is always this which I find so depressing, unnatural, sterile and inhuman that I don’t even want to put a picture of it on my blog. It’s like they all think it’s their great goal in life to live on the set of Space 1999. (I used to automatically equate hideous, soul-destroying “Italian Modern” with Space 1999 and its locked-in-amber 1976 ambience without realizing that the set and costume design for that show actually was done by a famous Italian designer who used it to showcase what he thought the eternal Italian ideal ought to be. And to this day, the show is really popular in Italy. I know, right? The entire country, not just the Italian Church, is locked forever in 1976.)
Italians equate the old Faith with their grandmother’s generation – and with not having running water in the house and making do and mending – whom they tolerate and to whom they offer a superficial reverence, but whose values they want to leave behind them forever. They aren’t murderous about it. They don’t abort their children at anything like the European average, and over 79% of Italian doctors won’t participate in abortion. But they just want to forget about the past.
The monks, who deal with a wide swathe of the public, had a lot of hard things to say about the government, which is in a total Freemasonic/communistic lockdown. But I countered that this would not have happened if the Italian bishops had not abandoned the Faith. The reason people here hate the past is because the Freemasons and commies have taught them to hate it and that is mostly because it was Catholic. The goal is to erase the culture, create a blank cultural slate onto which they can write an entire new programme. And the bishops, by ceasing to fight this, have colluded in this cultural genocide.
The monks were surprised to hear that 94% of Italian teenagers voluntarily take the religion course in their last years of high school. The elective is offered in just about every school up and down the boot and nearly everyone takes it. But every kid that takes it graduates a complete atheist/leftist heathen. Why? Because the curriculum is written and approved by the traitorous Italian bishops who are themselves atheists, leftists and heathens.
None of which will matter in 40 years time, when the old cohort that remembered the Faith has died off and the next generation has ceased to be born. 1.41, boys and girls… you’re going to be extinct, and very soon.
And then it won’t matter at all what happens in those empty, crumbling old churches.