Or at least we must assume so, having filed a defamation lawsuit against Hillary Clinton for, well, having defamed her.
Of course, with Hillary involved, we are left to wonder whether Gabbard will commit suicide by shooting herself twice In the back of the head, having herself abducted and ending up in a river, or being robbed and shot by someone else. Although, I guess in light of Epstein’s suicide, she could just allow herself to be strangled by someone else.
We’ll just have to wait and see.
Just to cover my bases here, please know I am not depressed, not suicidal, nor do I do drugs. And I have no real evidence that Hillary is a murderer, so no need to silence any potential testimony. Realy, Hillary, this is a satirical post and I meant nothing by it. Please, please leave me alone. Thanking you inadvance.
Just as one expects of law-abiding people defending their rights. However, as the cabal of totalitarians on the left, and their media servants, desperately wish for violence there to provide cover to take away people’s rights, I thought it was worth noting for the record.
The VA governor Northam (D), like fellow traveler Justin Trudeau, can wear all the blackface he wants to and gets a pass. Why? They both advance the cause of killing babies, and of disarming the sheep.
Despicable times are these. May Our Lady spread her mantle of protection over decent people at this rally, and thwart the evil one.
Something is up. Remember your first principles. God wins. Do right. Stay close to Our Lady.
Things are heating up on the “Is he or isn’t he?” front, and thus I wanted to briefly state my positions on a few things, in case it matters (which I strongly suspect it doesn’t, but still):
For some time I have been of the opinion that it is, mathematically-speaking, more likely than not that Pope Benedict XVI is still Pope, and that by definition there can be a maximum of one pope at any one time. I don’t know he still is, but I believe it. Feel free to do your own weighing of the question.
I believe the abdication, so-called, was not valid, and not effective. I believe it was likely phrased intentionally the way it was phrased by a lucid and intelligent Benedict, intending not to abdicate, for reasons he knows well and which in time will be made clear. Thus I don’t agree with the “Barnhardt thesis”, that he intended to bifurcate the papacy and thus made an invalidating substantial error. I do agree with her conclusion, however, that he did not resign, and will further state that if her premises were true, her conclusion would be true as well. IF he intended to resign part, he resigned none. In my opinion, he intended to resign none.
However that may be, I credit Miss Barnhardt for the sincerity and courage of her convictions, and for for her public witness. Others, too, the reasoning of whom I don’t necessarily follow in every particular, I also credit for their witness as to the probability that Benedict is still pope, and perhaps held against his will in Rome by the enemies of the Church: Bishop Gracida, Brother Bugnolo, and others.
For what it’s worth, it is highly likely the “abdication” was coerced and invalid for that reason alone, but this involves facts we cannot know. In any event, whatever contra-canonical hijinks were involved with the Sankt-Gallen mafia, we needn’t reach them before concluding the above.
In defense of Cardinal Burke, I don’t think he is a coward at all. Quite the contrary. I think that there is some mysterious reason he has not publicly opined on this.
On the other hand, I agree with many that it is high time to act, for the defense of God’s rights and the faith of the lay members of the Church. I agree that ANY Cardinal elector could put an effective end to this charade by speaking out publicly that there is need for an investigation into the alleged abdication and that the teachings of Bergoglio should be viewed with suspense until it is completed.
That is all. I submit unreservedly to the correction of the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church, and to the Pope, welcoming correction by competent authority. I am further happy to issue retractions if I am wrong in any particular. And, again, these are merely my thoughts after my own evaluation of the matter, far from infallible, and intending no offense to anyone who comes to the opposite conclusion in good faith.
Enjoy your evening. Pray for the pope. Pray for the Church. In your charity, pray for me. Just trying to get to Heaven.
“Pilgrimages bring us closer to our faith and thus bring us true peace. Not going on pilgrimages means losing contact with our salvation.” Cardinal Raymond L. Burke shared his thoughts and some personal reflections on the importance of pilgrimages which became a significant part of the Catholic tradition in the 4th century, when Christians traveled to different places that were part of Jesus’ life or the tombs of martyrs and saints.
Sad news, for me, Jennifer Brinker, and the millions of Rush fans in the world. Sadder still for his family. Neil Peart, drummer and lyricist for Rush, the greatest rock band in history (Bob Dylan is a solo act, after all), is dead at age 67.
Please, if you read this, say a prayer for his soul; he was not shy about voicing his agnosticism/atheism? I pray this news will be the opposite of sad for him, and that he availed himself of God’s mercy before the end.
One more photo to go, I guess.
By T.S. Eliot
‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For the journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death,
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.