Just for the record… Someone asked me today what I thought of the “Charismatic movement” in the Church. “A charismaniac friend of mine tells me that mass with his ‘community’ tends toward two hours long because of periods of private prayer and contemplation after readings and communion. What do you think of this?” I respond: “I think that yodelling in gibberish has never been identified by any spiritual writer as either ‘prayer’ or ‘contemplation’.

_“Politicians, wisely, refuse to answer hypothetical questions from journalists about what they will do in hypothetical situations. Perhaps one should follow their lead. Why put ones head above a parapet before any conceivable moral obligation to do so is clear? But there seem to be so very many people around who are seriously troubled about what might be God’s will in a hypothetical situation in which some Roman Pontiff or other in some improbable hypothetical future tried to impose upon the Church some doctrinal proposition which was plainly contrary to the Paradosis [the Tradition], or some pastoral praxis which had implications plainly contrary to the Paradosis.

“_At some point, someone is going to have to anathematize Bergoglio in order to offer any credible and meaningful counter to his satanic, murderous utterances. It should be done as soon as possible, which means while he is still alive, which means deposition as well. For the love of God, and for the sake of every human soul now and forever capable of being scandalized into eternal damnation by Bergoglio’s diabolical lies, let an Imperfect Ecumenical Council be called by those bishops remaining who still hold the Catholic faith, and love God above all else.

Wait, before I go get a piece of pizza, this just in… In case anyone thought I was making it up about Emma Bonino and George Soros… H/T to Mike Matt… ~

Wuuuve… twwuu wuuve… Dave’s having conniptions over at his place… “SHE DIDN’T POST MY COMMENTS!! See?! See?! She’s a blocker too!!! What a hypocrite!!” Heh. The guy is so fun to wind up. And I don’t even have to do anything. Just spend a day digging the garden and not blogging. It looks like I’ve got my very own pet novusordoist papologist. Anyway, yeah. I did manage to get nearly all the yard chores done yesterday before a big storm hit.

My latest for the Remnant… _Sra. Bonino herself has never repudiated the claim of 10,000 bloodied and smashed infants of her early career. It’s one of her big selling points on the left, in fact, the sacrificial offering for her later stellar political success. “But never mind…” The scrubbing of her Italian Wiki page means having to dive into the Italian press archives to find the infamous photos of her conducting abortions with her home made machine.

The community spirit in our villages, so vibrant previously, is slowly but surely dying. _Our streets are deserted. The dwindling birthrate is alarming. There is talk of closing the primary schools in the small villages and of transferring the students to Victoria. Most of our young men are gone from the villages and are working and living in Malta. They simply cannot reside in their village where they were born and bred.

It’s so great that yet another person close to the pope died in a situation that casts doubt on their eternal salvation. Police called in as Pope Francis’ seven-month pregnant secretary, 34, is found DEAD in her Rome apartment “Police are investigating a case of neglect and have interviewed family members, her ex-husband from whom she was separated, and most recent boyfriend, thought to be a policeman in the Vatican, according to Rome-based newspaper il Messaggero.

I have cancelled my home internet permanently. I just could not find a system where I could have it on demand, but not hooked up all the time, so it’s out. I’ll be continuing to post but it won’t be every day. Comment moderation is still on, so it also means that your comments will get posted whenever I get around to it/feel like it. Which will also not be every day.

Hell. No, not funny Homer Simpson, jokey-Hell; not Farside Hell; not nudge-nudge-wink-wink Hell, where it’s more fun than Heaven because everyone’s smoking and playing cards and having a ball. Not polite Hell where the punishment is fitly ironic. More like this kind. Utter, utter, neverending despair, horror and hatred as well as shrieking agonies that you can’t imagine. This kind. Only for real. She opened Her hands once more, as She had done the two previous months.