Sedeprivationism is dead in the water

It’s been just over two months by my reckoning since the Contra-Thesis website launched it devastating take-down of the Sedeprivationist position, which in essence is just the same as that of the SSPX but with extra-steps, or what is commonly known in Sedevacantist circles as the Recognise and Resist position, which is a wholly schismatic position.

For those of you that need a quick primer, here is the bullet-point version of the more recent history of the Catholic Church. If your’e already aware skip the bullet-points:

• Catholicism was always attacked and hated by the Talmudians because it recognised their religion, for what it is, the Christ-killing enemy of humanity. Catholicism outlawed usury, and made it clear no communist, freemason, or satanist (repetitive, I know) could be Catholic.
• The Talmudians, Freemasons and other impish servants of the Enemy started to seriously begin infiltrating the Church in the late 1770s, with the creation of the Illuminati by Adam Weshaupt.
• By 1958, when the last valid Pope died (Pious XII), they had infiltrated things so thoroughly they managed to “elect” (by blackmail) the first of a continuing chain of fake Popes, or antipopes, starting with Angelo Roncalli, and going all the way to the present day antipope, Bob.
• On realising this only a few actual bishops and priests realised that the Vatican had been overrun and tried to fight back. Most acquiesced and allowed the impostors to produce Vatican II, which are 16 documents filled to the brim with heresy that invert the dogma of Catholicism completely.
• These few Bishops consecrated other priests and Bishops in order to keep the apostolic succession of the real Catholic Church going. And these genuine Catholic clergy then split into a few versions of the interpretation of Catholicism.
• As is natural in such times of crises, all the various interpretations cannot be correct. Only one, if any, at most can claim to be the true state of affairs.
• Luckily, unlike various crises from the past, the modern era benefits from having an impregnable castle with respect to Catholic dogma, and this is the Code of canon Law of 1917. This document is the most vetted document on Earth some 40,000 documents total were looked at both before and after to ensure no contradictions of catholic dogma were ever included, and it was also perused for another 40 years by academics, scholars, bishops and priests in order to ensure none of it was in error, and it passed all of these tests in time and with flying colours. In essence, this document categorises all the catholic dogma up to the year 1917, which encompasses all of catholicism for the period when the magisterium of the church could be more precisely detailed (Catholicism does not add anything or remove anything from divine law, it merely explains it in more exacting detail as the number of heretics and schismatics grows in time and further detailing is required to counter the sophistry and lies of the enemies of God) except for the period between 1917 and 1958 which may include some further documents created by valid Popes speaking ex cathedra.
• What all the sides agree is that the current Bob, is no more Pope than I am, or than an aborigine from Sentinel Island is.
• The difference is that the SSPX guys say the Pope is really the Pope, but he’s a bad Pope so you don’t have to listen to him. This is nonsense and goes completely against Catholic dogma. If the Pope is the Pope then you need to obey what he says. Not doing so makes you a schismatic, like the Eastern “Orthodox”. We had massively bad Popes before (the Borgias at minimum) who one might have questioned all of their temporal behaviour, and did, but no one ever questioned their dogma, because they didn’t change it. Bad popes yes, but valid. These guys are not just bad Popes they are anti-popes, because they have been trying to change the dogma since 1958.
• Then there are the Sedeprivationists which say that the Pope is the Pope MATERIALLY, but not FORMALLY. Aside this being nonsense that has never existed in any church dogma before, it also means that all that Bob needs to do to supposedly become the full valid Pope is say “Oh yeah, Vatican II was bad. Let’s ignore it all.” And after that the sedeprivationists would then accept him as a valid Pope. There are number of serious problems with that. First of all, the childishly simple logic that you’re saying an inveterate liar and Satanist can just “repent” and then has to be accepted as the supreme authority of the Church. This is obviously idiotic, and in any case goes completely against the infallible doctrine that once a heretic, even if you repent truly, any clergy will in no case ever again have any authority over anyone and should spend the rest of their days in perpetual penance. Again, the logic here is simple and akin to saying that a guy that murders your whole family while pretending to be a legitimate member of it, only needs to say “ooopss, sorry, my bad” and then he becomes a legitimate member of it. Actually becomes the HEAD of it. Yes, it’s as ridiculous as it sounds, and no, none of the sophistry and “nuance” of their absurd position will make this any less absurd.
• Finally we have the Sedevacantist Totalists, like myself, and like the creators of Contra-thesis, who quite correctly, by merely following Catholic dogma as set out in the Code of Canon Law of 1917, quite reasonably say that a public heretic automatically becomes a heretic, so a non-catholic, and therefore cannot be valid clergy of any kind. And since we have had more than 40 antipopes before 1958, this is not any kind of news.

And this is where we are today.

Sedevacantism, in all its forms is growing daily, and the impostors fear this, so there has been a concerted effort to ridicule, minimise, confuse and deny the legitimacy of our Catholic position, which is simply the one the Church always had, and continues to have.

The Contra-Thesis site identifies all the absurdities of the sedeprivationist thesis, and demolishes it down to rubble.

And to date, there has been ZERO refutation of any of it.

Participating on some telegram groups the only “pushback” I have seen, by Sedeprivationist priests is a supercilious litany of logical errors.

They literally hit all the basic logical flaws. I have seen them:

• Ask Sedevacantist Totalists to prove a negative (Logical fallacy: You can’t prove a negative)
• Claim they are correct as a result of their position (Logical fallacy: Appeal to authority)
• Claim that there is a formalised distinction we are missing, without ever precisely defining it, and/or quickly forgetting or changing that definition when the logical flaw of their position in relation to it is presented.
• Outright lie or be so dim as to not understand the plain meaning of words, like for example canon 188 part 4, and the rather obvious logic behind it.
• Or pretend that ex-cathedra pronouncements by various Popes do not amount to what they are, which is part of the infallible magisterium of the Church (eg Quo Primum, Cum ex Apostolato Officio, and so on) these are dogmatic pronouncements that the Mass should never be changed (but the Novus Orcians changed it) and that any heretic clergy can never again be entrusted with having authority or being able to dispense sacraments to anyone, ever again.

What they have NOT done, and I don’t see them doing anytime soon, is produce a written and detailed refutation.

The reason is simple. They simply cannot.

Because two plus two is indeed four. And there is no way to make it five. Or in their case, probably the colour purple.

What is even more encouraging is that at least one Bishop in Canada appears to also have made it clear that it is time for Catholics to DO something and ACT, instead of just sitting around waiting for some miracle to happen without any effort from them. The sedprivationist attitude after all is quite reminiscent of a Hindu that waits around hoping his next incarnation is a higher state of consciousness and not that of butt-scratching baboon. Although why that would be, when the Hindu in question is not doing anything specific to elevate himself, aside from scratching his own butt, remains to be answered.

Sedeprivationism encourages stagnation and a distinct lack of action. All while telling themselves that as soon as a Satanist repents, they can trust said Satanist to walk with them in good conscience.

We Totalists, on the other hand, are aware that the ONLY way a new and valid Pope can appear, is if each of the valid clergy left makes a vote for one of them to become the next VALID Pope.

And this is something that Bishop Roy of Canada, seems to understand; if his blog and recent seminars are anything to go by.

So… now I hope that in due course the Bishop not only manages to organise and call to order an imperfect conclave, but that he himself becomes Pope and then gives and Urban II style speech and starts a proper, and new, Crusade.

Hopefully a less bloody one, but rather one that makes aware the vast number of fooled lay people that the Catholic Church no longer resides in the Vatican 1 , and that the Novus Ordo impostors are less Catholic than a lost tribesman from the Amazon forest. And that their corruption of Catholic dogma and liturgy and the Mass is an attack that has largely gone without much comment precisely because too many of the clergy of the time, and far too many of the laity of the time were unwilling to call out heresy, error and the various enemies of the Church.

While the Sedeprivationists are probably not intentional in their weakening of the Church, I certainly can vouch for several Sedeprivationist priests that are without shadow of a doubt, awesome men, and definitely with good intent, the fact remains that Sedeprivationism is really just like the members of the SSPX, ultimately a more subtle form of Recognise and Resist, which is at minimum ultimately schismatic.

My contempt then, is not for those good clerics that are merely in error, for whatever reason, after all, we all are in error in many ways daily. I know I certainly am. But there is the kind of supercilious arrogance based on nothing but ego, ignorance and Amathia , that I have always rejected in full, a wilful, and very arrogant, prideful intentional willingness to remain wrong, even in the face of undeniable facts, by the use of sophistry, deflection, and vacuous appeals to authority, that I will, indeed reserve my utter contempt for, and that I will do everything in my power to expose, and ridicule by exposing it.

And I do not care if those that become targets of this are priests, or worse, bishops. Because while I will always give due respect to clergy that is valid, it will nevertheless, as always, be remembered that respect is EARNED, not given incessantly regardless of behaviour. And if your behaviour will tend to lead souls to Hell, or get the Church to accept heretics as valid clergy, then, you, regardless of your station or hierarchy, in life or in heaven, will, without fail, be called out by me, as is my duty as a Catholic, and the duty of EVERY Catholic to do.

We ended up where we are today, with only a remnant of the Church, and absent a Pope for almost 70 years, precisely because everyone was too timid to call out the impostors, the intentional infiltrators, the liars, the cowards, the weak, and the ones in deep error, regardless of their intent. Well, I say: No more.

We will be calling you out.

Relentlessly.

As God commands us to do.

Deus Vult.

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The synchronicities are piling up…

I was just going to present you with this idea, and explain how a facet of truth gets twisted by con-men, be they the many fake “priests” of religions or the snake-oil salesmen of politics or the zombies of TikTiok attention-farming, and then… before I can do this, I come across this post instead that explains how today the fake, the simulacra of the digital world, actually shapes the reality we think we experience. He mentions and experience he had that perfectly captures the average normie NPC mind and how it operates:

A couple of years ago, my wife and I went away for a weekend to Donegal (the second most beautiful county in Ireland) the following week, I mentioned this trip in passing to a man I know. His response was immediate: “No you weren’t.”

When I asked why he thought I hadn’t been drinking stout in Donegal, he explained that he had seen nothing about it on Facebook. There were no photos, no posts, no sign ins, no digital trace. Since it had not been documented online, the event itself was treated as doubtful. This is hyperreality in everyday form. Reality no longer confirms representation, representation confirms reality. What is not documented increasingly struggles to be believed.

He further explains another important aspect of this form of mass hypnosis, the endemic apathy:

The News

Hyperreality is especially visible in modern 24-hour news culture, and in the incessant podcast commentary that now attends it. Most people never encounter wars, disasters, or political decisions directly. What they encounter instead is a constant stream of commentary: expert panels, graphics, opinion threads, and moral scripts telling them how to feel about it, and which side to pick.

What circulates is not the event, but interpretations of the event.

This produces a peculiar condition: people feel intensely informed and emotionally activated, yet largely powerless. One crisis replaces another with no resolution and no memory. Reality does not conclude; it refreshes. As Jacques Ellul observed, beyond a certain point information no longer enlightens but paralyses. Hyperreality doesn’t really need censorship, because it depends on saturation to achieve its goals.

And finally he mentions his possible partial solution:

Resisting the Hyperreal

For most of us there is no clean escape from hyperreality. It is not a platform one simply logs off from, but an environment in which we now live, and any promise of total withdrawal is usually just another performance within the same system.

Resistance, therefore, may not mean exit but reorientation.

It begins with restoring confidence in lived experience. What you have seen, done, and known in time and place matters, whether it is documented or not. Reality does not require validation by platforms to be real. To trust one’s own experience again is already to weaken the spell. It also requires a refusal of compulsory commentary, a hard one I know, but not every event demands a response, a position, or a ‘performance’. Much of what passes for engagement now, actually serves the circulation of the hyperreal, rather than the truth. Silence, in this context, is not apathy but discernment.

Hyperreality feeds on speed and intensity, it loosens its grip where life slows down. Walking, manual work, sustained attention, unmediated conversation, and reading oh reading! all recalibrate the senses. They remind us what life really feels like, when it is not optimised, framed, filtered or curated. Place and time matter here too, hyperreality flattens them, rendering everywhere interchangeable, and everything temporary. Returning to the same ground, the same paths, the same people, and the same rhythms restores weight to existence. Perhaps the most difficult resistance (certainly online) is choosing depth over visibility. Doing things that will never be seen by the masses, writing articles that will never go viral, or make you money. Caring without display, working without signalling, living, actually living, without documentation, without hyperreal images. Hyperreality depends on appearance, it weakens when our attention is withdrawn from the need to ‘appear’.

Hyperreality is the sea/goldfish bowl in which we swim, it cannot simply be wished away. But it does not have the final word, wherever reality is allowed to impose itself again, through bodies, limits, memory, place, and time the simulation falters.

This, is essentially why you have not seen me comment on the Russian war for many months. Or on everyday politics at all.

It is why I am getting myself ready to play with Cowboy Action Shooting and figuring out how to survive with power even in a grid down situation.

It is why I am building a throwing bowie knife from scratch, and trying to secure and improve our family home as a priority over the next few years while I also try to maintain and improve the farm and possibly our food supply.

As for the quote I wanted you to think about (but without getting the meaning of it wrong), it was this:

“ What if I told you that there was no coincidences, but rather that everything that happens is a response to your own vibrational frequency? ”

If you take this wrong, it is deeply hurtful and offensive. Say your child died horribly, am I saying it’s your fault? No. I am not saying that. Unless you actually caused it, of course, but not in this vibrational sense.

You see if our minds and unconscious is actually modulating reality then only a very disciplined mind that FEELS its way towards what it wishes to experience can actually hope to achieve some of that experience. And it is not easy to describe how you need to operate that feeling in order to have its constructed reality come to you, but I have tested it for 13 years now, and it does work.

But there are also all the other people on the planet, whose undisciplined subconsciouses are being driven by the TV and the mass media.

So… how can you possibly win that fight?

Simple: create your own bubble of reality and reality affirming truth. Based on PHYSICAL reality. Nothing does that better than playing with your children and working on your farm and not watching the news or reading a “news” paper (they are not news, they are fear propaganda.

So… stop. Do something outside, and for all that is holy, make friends IRL.

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Even our worst are still the best.

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INT: Kitchen making Coffee for the wife.

Me: Pouring cream in her coffee mug. “Tell me when.”

Wife: “When”

Wife: Walks to cup. “That’s not enough cream!”

Me: Shaking head, splashes more cream in the mug.

Wife: Huffs as if now there is too much.

Me: “Silly woman.”

Wife: Makes a face.

Me: drinks some cream.

Wife: “You should get some life insurance since you’re hellbent on clogging your arteries.”

Me: “Hmm. Nothing wrong with me.”

Wife: “Yeah, since you got the all-clear from your doctor, and your bloodwork’s all fine, now’s the time to get life insurance.”

Me: “Nah. That would just give you motive! ”

Wife: Not skipping a beat: “I already have plenty of motive! The word you’re looking for is security! ”

Maybe giving her the ivory handled .32 ACP with engraved finish for her birthday was not the wisest move. But then… what better way than to keep one’s situational awareness sharp, eh?

Silver lining guys, silver lining, that’s what a successful marriage is all about!

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Now, now, before all you harridans start your screeching because of the subtitle up there, take a look at this. I know, I KNOW, it’s a graph, which reminds you of math class, which makes you sad, but it’s okay. Really just look at it. See how the pretty line falls to the floor like a plane crashing and burning? You know what that is?

No, never mind the economy. Never mind society collapsing. Never mind the birth rate. Let me tell you about the one thing that REALLY matters to you:

That line represents your own happiness.

Honest to God. Now, bear with me while I teach you some basics, but at the end I will show you why men are pretty much to blame for all this too. Just don’t skip there right away.

That line is basically the self-reported effect of the question “how happy are you with your life” over the last 50 years.

Yeah. Hard to believe, I know, but those poor enslaved women of the 1950s who had to keep house, cook and clean and feed their own kids? They liked their life. A lot more than you like yours. And your excuse that they were all crazy, or duped, simple bitches? It doesn’t really wash.

If I were a woman, I would not care at all about politics, I would worry about looking pretty, being personable and agreeable and making a man that will look after me so happy he wouldn’t even think of straying. And look, even as a man? If I didn’t have to work like a damned slave in the salt mines at all sorts of things, looking after my own children? If THAT was all I had to do? Cook, Clean, do some washing, and look after the kids?!?!? Fuck, what a PLEASURE.

It’s EASY.

Okay, yeah, I said it and I don’t care if you are crying now. It’s fucking EASY!

First of all I would ROUTINE the fuck out of the daily tasks. The washing, and cleaning takes no more than an hour daily. The cooking may take more if you care about the other humans probably enjoying their food, but say 3 hours a day for three meals, hell, call it 4. Then you have to wash and clean and dress the little creatures when they are small, wipe their arse, that sort of thing. Say another 2 hours. And there you have a 7 hour day. If you can get a maid for a couple days a week you re-stack everything so you can even get a bit more free time. And I tell you, the kids would have a LOT more fun with me too. Because bath time would be quicker and in summer may simply be: “You’re under arrest, strip and take the hose-wash” I mean, you don’t want them to end up in jail right? And what better way to make sure they avoid it?

You got all muddy and your clothes are done? Here’s a bucket and soap. Enjoy. Oh you’re hungry? Better rush that cleaning job then son/daughter.

And you know what? The kids never resent me for teaching them these valuable and character building lessons that can pretty much all be bullet-pointed under the heading: Figure it the fuck out.

Of course, I do help them, but today, my son did all his Italian work on his own with a dictionary. The “help” he was getting from sisters, mother, teachers, is no help at all. And a google translated phone image is worse than no help.

Use that dictionary boy. When the pages are worm from use, guess what? You’ll know almost all of them in there. You wanna speed up the process? Read it. Yeah. Read the dictionary.

The point is, in life, there are no shortcuts.

The long way round is usually best. If you truly want a shortcut you have to usually be 10 times better than everyone else and work 10 times harder. Then it will LOOK like a shortcut to others, but you’ll know the cost.

So… ladies… you want to be treated like men? Good luck to ya. You’re going to die alone and your cats will piss on your dead body before they even think of eating it.

You wan to win? Play to your strengths. Be a woman.

BE

A

WOMAN.

Now, how did we get here?

Weak-ass men.

Weak, weak, weak, incels, gammas, and of course, always, Satan’s minions, the parasitic Talmudians who prey on human beings, and inevitably mass-murder them, as they did by killing some 60 million Christians in the “Bolshevik” (read Jewish) revolution.

But the problem has always been those losers who can’t get laid by simply approaching a woman and honestly asking her on a date. Those guys suffer from the male equivalent of female hysteria. Ladies, you know how you become an unfuckable harridan if you don’t get picked down properly? Well, men become radioactive pests to pussy when they don’t and can’t get laid. And they begin to hate and envy those men who can and do.

So they come up with schemes and they about for decades and centuries to attain power, be it from the local homeowners association to the PTA, to Academia, to the halls of finance, to political office and lawyering and all the rest of it.

Then they begin to implement rules and regulations, to prevent men that would have crushed their heads against the nearest wall for some of the shit they now say on the internet from afar, from simply being men. And at the same time they tell women being able to spread your legs for everyone at all times is great and empowering. Because they hope that way they too, once in a blue moon, and bluer balls, they get some too. Not lovingly, not passionately, not with sober and willing intent, but you know how it is ladies, when you’re in a desert, the shallowest pond of camel piss will seem as a spring brook to you.

And they will continue to hate the men that can get the spring brook on demand. And the women too will begin to resent the other women who can get the guy that looks like the fetching palm tree in the oasis.

And such is the war on humanity created.

And where did it start?

Protestantism.

The reduction of the nuance, respect, cherishing love, protective cordoning of female emotions that is dogmatic in Catholicism, got mechanised and reduced and simplified and chopped into neat little squares for inclusion in a spreadsheet, just like the Industrial Revolution did to human beings, and men (and children) first, so Protestantism did to women, reducing them to less effective men.

In protestant beliefs, a woman is a “helpmeet” that either has to shut up and obey, or is to be pedastalised beyond any fault.

In Catholicism women are understood and treated and cherished… AS WOMEN.

They make babies, they are our mothers, sisters, lovers, wives. They do NOT need to deal with the world. They need with the minutiae of their children and husbands and friends. They will know which fabric each child is allergic to or which flower is their favourite, or how many pebbles they have stuffed in their pockets. A father need only know they have eaten and have some clothes on, pretty much, to enjoy and have fun with his kids. Bu they feel cared for and loved by their mother, while they feel excite and serious by what they do with their father, they can feel excited and safe by what they do with their mother.

Women are not less effective men. They are a different thing from men. They are to be protected from all sorts of things, and first and foremost, from their own wild emotions. And a woman who IS protected from them, in time, will learn to control them better too. For they learn in serenity and acknowledged protection better than Mendo, who tend to learn more by overcoming hardship and challenges while retaining a cool head.

So yes, it was the leaders and powerful men that sold out. Gave up, or ignored the sneaky worm-tongues sliding around instead of stomping on their heads as soon as their forked tongues exited their heads.

And if humanity is to survive properly, worthily, and with dignity, then, rest assured, that the pedovores must be strung up high every last one. Without quarter, without mercy, and relentlessly.

And the only men that can do this and retain their humanity are those that have a TRUE connection to a loving God, yet understand the necessity of doing a necessary evil.

Such men have really only ever existed as crusading catholic knights, and the occasional noble pagan like some samurai, some ancient Romans, Spartans, Greeks, or other pre-Catholic tribes and so on.

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As some of you know, I will be taking up Cowboy Action Shooting (CAS) later this year (lots of stuff to order for it) in my continuing quest to totally ignore Clown World and its enfaggotised minions, so as to teleport myself and all of you, gentle readers, into a better world, a world where you can run down bandits for bounty when you take them in, dead or alive.

As I was lucky enough to be given my chosen CAS persona, Jonah Hex, I have been building a “bowie knife”, that probably weighs around 2kg, because, well, in the comics, if he throws it at some guy’s chest, he inevitably skews them dead. Now… I happen to have some knowledge of terminal type wounds, and well… maybe if you have said 2kg style bowie it might work, if the planets align, and so on. But anyway, if you want to see that you need to go to the YT channel (assuming the video loads, because once you take a 20mb video and edited it in iMovie it become 2Gb, so we’ll see).

AAANYYWAAY, the Bowie build is pretty time consuming, and as many of you know, patience is not exactly one of my virtues, so, when I found a fully rusted axe head… I promptly decided to cut a branch of olive tree from a fallen one that had been left in the field after the last storm, then shape it a bit, hammer the axe-head onto it. Which I did stupidly with the back of the machete instead of a hammer (because impatient) and so the machete blade snapped like it was made of glass, which either means it was going to fail anyway, or that I have mutant strength. After I hammered the axe-head on (with a hammer this time) Also hammered a piece of metal into the wood to cause an expansion of it so it stays firmly attached to the handle. I still need to tie some rope, or better yet, wet leather to the bottom of the shaft, so the wood holds together, but anyway, after I finished it, I decided to try throwing it and… well, who knew, I am a natural. Stuck in the tree first throw. I was going to be done but my son said to film it, so I gave him the phone and did it again.

Honestly never tried this before but it’s fairly easy to do.

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Aryan girl at bedtime (trying to avoid bed): Dad, I’m scared, what if a monster comes in the night when I’m sleeping?

I sit on her bedside

Me: There’s no such thing as monsters baby.

AG: But what if there is?

Me: Even if there was they can’t get in here, and even if they did get in here, no monster is going to survive. I’d kill them dead.

AG: But what if they are a zombie (she’s smart, probably thinking zombies are already dead…)

Me: No zombies would get to you, they are slow and stupid, and I would bite THEM before they can do anything.

AG: (exited and without hesitation) Yeah! And then they would become normal!

Me: uh… (I was just trying to get rid of her objections)… laughs… ok, yeah…

AG: Yeah, you can bite them and make them all normal. Thanks dad! (Gives me a hug and kiss).

Me: Okay my baby. Goodnight.

AG: Goodnight dad.

Just between us, readers, I still think I’d go for the time honoured tradition of shooting them in the face, but, eh, if you’re not willing to bite zombies to turn them back into normies, for your little girl, are you even a father at all?

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