Who is a Christian then?

Someone re-posted an old post of mine from the OG blog, which by the way you should all bookmark now: TheKurganBlog.com because eventually substack will become unusable and/or ban me since I am already shadowbanned here. The commenting there is a bit slower because I don’t approve comments automatically and don’t check daily, but once this platform dies I will do so, and will start looking there every couple of days.

Everything I post here is automatically mirrored there but the reverse is not true and there are years of posts there and a good search function you can use keywords in to find various topics I posted on over the years. You will also be able to see my progression from relatively hedonistic heathen to Catholic Crusader Zealot (who hates the fake “Catholic” Novus Orco Church with a passion), and the post below is from one of those older posts, which I am sure will upset many of the new subscribers that recently signed up because one post of mine went viral about why women are going to be even MORE miserable in the near future than they already are.

Anyway, here it is (I made minor changes (typos and a few parentheticals for better definition of terms)). Enjoy screaming at the screen, all you unwashed heretics.

I keep having all sorts of people telling me how I should listen to this “Catholic” “priest” or “archbishop” that, or “wise man” when in each case they are in the very best of ALL possible cases, a fooled ignorant who hasn’t got the most basic clues of what Catholicism is. And I really do mean at best. Because in most cases they are knowingly and fully and pertinacious heretics and have been for decades.

Strickland, Vigano, Ripperger (or however you spell his name) are ALL, without exception, NOT clergy of the Catholic Church but KNOWING heretics, impostors and frauds.

Emo Jones, Tay-Tay Marshall, Milo, the more recently exposed Mike (Gary) Voris: ALL deceiving grifters that are NOT Catholic, and they know it.

It really is NOT hard to understand:

You do NOT belong to a club that has rules about who can be in the club when you don’t follow those rules.

Why this is hard for some people to grasp is a mystery to me.

You CANNOT be Catholic if you:

• Are a Freemason
• Are a Satanist (I repeat the point above here)
• Are any other religion
• Are a communist
• Are an atheist
• Are an agnostic
• Promote, promulgate and/or teach heresy
• Publicly defect from the Catholic Faith by doing or being any of the above things (and many others not listed above).
• Do not reject in toto, everyone and everything pretending to be Catholic that does not reject Vatican II, its promulgators, architects and heresies.

Similarly, as far as Christianity is concerned, ONLY Catholics are Christians.

Catholics literally put the Bible together. No one else did, no other Christianity existed and in fact Popes and the Holy Mass complete with Transubstantiation, priests not being able to be married (unless they already were before becoming priests, but even then not supposed to continue carnal marital relations), and so on were ALL present, before, during and after the Bible was put together by them, as it continued to be up until 1958 when the Papacy was taken over by the literal enemies of the Church: Satanists.

And today, anyone who is aware of Vatican II and its heresies, and yet follows the fake, impostor, Novus Orco Church, without rejecting everything and everyone related to Vatican II is NOT a Catholic and hence NOT a Christian.

The ONLY Christians left are:

• Sedevacantists, and
• Laypeople who have been fooled and are ignorant of the heresies of Vatican II and the usurpation of the Church by its enemies, so consider themselves Catholics in genuine ignorance. These people are in serious error and their souls are in peril, but if they are genuine in their intent AND genuinely unaware of the Vatican II usurpation and heresies, they are in fact considered within the Church. Once they DO become aware of it however, including by reading this post, if they then take zero steps to investigate and learn about Vatican II they are at minimum also guilty of the sin of sloth, which greatly further imperils their souls.

And that’s it. Those are the ONLY people who are actually Christian. Everyone else is either (from worst to least bad but still doomed):

• A Satanic impostor and knowing deceiver
• A prideful deceiver and grifter more interested in money than truth
• A prideful Churchian (too proud to let go of nonsensical, illogical, and obviously stupid, fake and wrong ideas even when they have no counter to this fact, no more than 5% of Protestants AT MOST, fall into this category)
• A retarded Churchian incapable of doing the most basic logic (the overwhelming majority of Protestants, that is well over 95% fall into this category)
• An ignorant atheist (all atheists are in fact ignorant of Christianity, as I was briefly when very young)
• A deceived, proud, ignorant, or stupid (or a combination of them) schismatic
• An ignorant heathen (as per atheists, this is their default setting, I know because I was one for most of my life)
• An ignorant agnostic (ditto as above)
• A generic Deist (ditto as above though I was one for only about a couple of weeks at most after a Road to Damascus moment)

And it REALLY, doesn’t matter if you don’t like it, if you disagree, or if you can even understand WHY this is true and based in absolutely flawless logic and reason. Just like it doesn’t matter if you like it, if you disagree or if you can even understand why 2+2=4.

Your opinion on the matter is thoroughly irrelevant. The facts will absolutely remain true, regardless of what you, or I, or anyone else thinks or feels about them.

So, in summary, no, I am not interested in what heretics have to say about Catholicism, other than to occasionally make use of them as an example: as a teaching moment for others.

I’m an actual Catholic. I’ll read Catholic works or listen to actual Catholic clergy in regard to matters theological for the purpose of my own learning or better or deepening understanding of anything related to it. And no one else.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Assume for a minute that tomorrow you get uncontrovertible proof that convinces you absolutely that:

1. Aliens are real and are NOT demons (they may be assholes though)
2. They genetically engineered us millennia ago

How would that affect you?

I am genuinely curious and the replies would be too unique for a mere poll, so I’d appreciate it if you actually left a comment. As detailed as you like. I will read them all, thanks.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Look, I KNOW that you’re all tired of being told to man-up, or worse the boomer refrain of “pulling yourself up from your bootstraps” and so on.

Look, I do get it. Life pretty much sucks and as a young guy you have a raw deal. But you see… you really need to stop being a pussy.

Because life ALWAYS sucked for men. You think you have it tough because you don’t get laid enough and you MIGHT get divorce-raped by a gold-digger? Well read some history of ANYONE worthwhile and you’ll find you are soft-skinned, weak, whiny, and fully homosexual to a degree that would make a woman blush compared to pretty much the entirety of male human history.

Read this , or this , or this , or this , or a thousand other books about pretty much any period of history before the 1960s and tremble at the very idea of having been born in one of those times with the attitude to life you have now.

So let’s first of all face that UNCOMFORTABLE FACT.

You are a gay weakling.

As the Japanese say, you can’t fix a problem until you at least first consciously become aware of it.

Now, about taking that dildo out your butt, and trying to see what you can do about actually manning up, what it actually means and how to avoid jail while doing so.

Let me give you a couple of pointers, this is from a conversation I had with a young man recently that with brutal honesty has faced that very reality:

So, I was hyper loyal from a young age, especially to my mother who was always very nurturing and caring. She would often complain about men; her bad childhood under her father, constant fights with her brother, and then obsessively complaining about my dad after he failed her (yes I do mean failed, too because he was also a weak, effeminate man). I remember my mum complaining about men from a very young age (as early as 5) and it only intensified through their divorce (from the age of 7 or so onwards).

During the formative period, my mother drilled into me, daily, that my dad was the epitome of evil. This then spilled-out into “all men” and then “anything characteristically male.” Therefore, if I ever acted like a man, that was slapped down with “you’re just like your father” (ergo, just like evil incarnate). Around all of her female friends I always heard the same conversation: “men are evil” (and then, as a side-note, noticing I was in the room: “oh, except for you”).

This lasted at least a decade.

To add insult to injury, both of my sisters were also failed (literally abused) by their father and then both divorced their respective first husbands.

At this point, I don’t begrudge the women in my family because they really were failed by the men in their lives and I don’t think they were really conscious of what they were doing (just solipsistic because, hey, women). But still, that entire perception has soaked into levels that I’m still trying to dig out.

Now, this guy is NOT the classical Gen-Z or Millennial weakling. He has managed to carve out quite a decent life for himself that allows him to essentially live where he wants without too much trouble, he likes to travel and experience different cultures, and has a good work ethic and has contributed heavily to his (hardcore) Catholic (sedevacantist) faith within his community.

Yet he never had a real male role model.

I by contrast grew up essentially feral in Africa during my formative years, then a couple of years with my grandparents in mostly rural Italy (and Italy in general is still quite human, as opposed to essentially all Anglo-Saxon cultures, whose extent of “ferality” is limited to getting drunk and fighting/fucking when drunk, which is really more of an extreme cope than actual feral/natural/wild-but-sane human behaviour).

If my brother or I came home from a fist-fight, with another kid, at most we would get asked if we won or lost, or fought honourably. My father once admonished me and my brother, at age 4 and 2 or so, because when an older African kid (maybe 6?) had made my brother cry and I went to fight him, my incensed brother tried to help me. According to my boomer dad this was unacceptable, as I should have fought the boy on my own. 1 On a previous occasion with a different Italian boy aged 7 who was also harassing my 2 year old brother, I had taken the older boy on by myself, at agee 4 and about half his size. He grabbed me by the hair and shook me for all he was worth. It hurt badly and my eyes teared up, so I couldn’t see properly, but I carried on punching even if effectively blind, and crying, and eventually one landed, splashed his nose and made the bigger boy let go of me and run off crying to his parent with his nose bleeding. My father shouted at me and sent me off to his room as punishment. My mother later came to explain to me that in reality my dad was proud but couldn’t say so in front of the other kid’s parents. I, reasonably enough, asked my mother, first of all why she was the one telling me that and not him. And secondly why he hadn’t done so when they left. Nor did he tell me so later.

Injuries were essentially ignored unless really serious. And you’d be told you were an idiot for getting injured in the first place anyway.

And we were roaming the African bush with pellet guns in places that had cobras, black mambas (which occasionally entered the house) warthogs, and so on, with no way to know if something had happened to us until we returned home. We also got motorbikes when I was 16 and my brother 14 in a place where fatalities by random drivers, drunk-drivers, and so on were a weekly occurrence.

Now, if you grew up as I did, having fired a handgun at age 2 the first time and a shotgun held up (for the weight, not the recoil) by my dad at age 4, and being allowed to go hunting with a .30-06 or a .375 with sometimes little supervision at age 11-13, it will tend to make you think that any “man” that whines about pretty much anything except maybe missing limb after an accident, is kind of a fag. And why is he whining instead of applying a tourniquet anyway, and walking himself to the nearest hospital? Fag.

And I am not the only one to see it that way. A friend I made here who grew up in rural Italy, had to drive the tractor since age 8, Including switching out attachments to it, and served clients in his parent’s bar when he wasn’t working the field, and, like me, doesn’t seem to accept/understand the very idea that something can’t be fixed somehow by simply getting some tools out and having a go. So you don’t have to grow up like Conan the Barbarian to not be a weakling.

But let me highlight it a bit more with a current Substack example from a guy that (laughably) calls himself Illimitable Man.

Does that sound smart, tough, or practical to you?

Because to me, as soon as I read it, I felt a visceral disgust, and imagined what a slimy cowardly nothing the guy is. I would be completely UNSURPRISED if he turned out to be a Pakistani farming clicks.

Here, try this:

Do you think Charlemagne would say that?

Bohemond?

Leonidas?

Julius Ceasar?

Fuck, how about the average soldier in WWI or WWII?

Any Roman soldier? Any Samurai?

Any normal Cowboy from 1875?

I mean, look, if you agree with that faggot, fuck it, it’s no skin off my nose, but seriously, if you plan to ever be a father, have children, or even just NOT be a completely irrelevant NPC in life, please, for the love of God, don’t be like that “Illimitable” faggot.

And if you think life is tough, so what? It is.

So gold-digging whores might blow your life up if you pick the wrong one? So what? I’m twice divorced, and still standing.

Try to not marry a vampire-narcissist gold-digger. And hey, if you fuck-up… because you like sticking your dick in crazy, when you KNOW it’s a bad idea (but they DO fuck better, so you see the dilemma) survive it. Change name, move to the Cambodian forest, whatever.

Yes life is hard, no one will hand you out freebies, and no one is coming to save you.

Maybe you had a fag dad. Maybe no dad. Maybe you are LITERALLY a fag. Regardless, try to man up. Yes even the actual fags. It CAN be done.

Find some role models. Read about them in books, or if you are illiterate try to find some videos while you learn how to FUCKING READ, because MEN do know how to read. And actually read. Books. Real paper ones.

Learn a martial art. Learn to shoot guns. Learn to fix an old car that doesn’t run on GPS-controlled Indian-built software in a black box computer.

Use cash and say no to digital cash.

Leave your phone at home at times and deal with the PTSD/Anxiety you get from not checking your faceborg/instagram/whatever every 15 seconds.

Go hiking. Without a phone.

Plan a revolution. Dig a trench. Buy some land and build a house in the woods.

In short… DO SHIT.

Get fit. Eat better. And hit on pretty girls. You will get rejected, so what? Learn and find a better way to say “Hello,” and start a conversation. Eventually one will talk with you. And eventually one will kiss you. And so on.

What else you got to do before you die an old man?

Doom-scroll yourself into a catatonic masturbation session while you wish you had enough money to buy a Japanese sex robot instead of a Waifu blow-up doll?

Yes the world is against you and probably hates you, and things are stacked against you. So what? They always were. But your ancestors weren’t fags who just got bent over and rammed without reproducing. That’s why you are here.

Honour them.

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This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here