Strongest Warrior of Odin

One of the most loyal henchmen posted this to me.

I think you see now why even the fake and gay Novus Orco “Catholics” might not be worried about the impending charge of a million such “pagan” LARPers strongest Odin warriors; and why actual Catholics (Sedevacantist) might shake their heads (the charitable good ones) wondering how far down the list of the mentally ill such people are —and thus, given the state of things, how they are unlikely to receive any kind of care in their lifetime— or, point and laugh at them (the ones like me).

In either case, still a better result for them than if Odin actually was real. At the sight of such “worshippers” he’d probably send Thor to conduct a year-long constant barrage of lightning strikes over them their current and historical location and their entire genetic line, in the hope to wipe out any memory at all of their existence, so as not to shame the entire Viking pantheon.

Translation:

Bergoglio admits his predecessors, going all the way back to V2 were also Satanists trying to overturn Catholicism.

Malcom Gladwell had only one book that I consider worth reading: blink

And the main concept of it can be explained in a postcard: people who spend thousands of hours doing something can recognise fakes within their craft in the blink of an eye; because they are picking up huge amounts of data in the form of microcues unconsciously.

That’s it. In fact it’s not even a new concept or idea. Any hypnotist has been aware of this for at least decades.

And this video debate about the mainstream media makes it clear his “popularity” is obviously entirely artificially manufactured.

On the recent news that the Russians are finally calling out one of the two biggest hoaxes of the 20th century: the Moon landing…

I think I have been clear for many years on this.

We did go to the Moon. Just not when, how and with whom they say we did. And by “we” I mean the shadowy people behind government that really run things; with a very big stick.

But I told you most of this in The Face on Mars and the highlights in this video.

Of Italians have a functioning brain.

Still… way ahead of the UK… and the Nordics.

I stopped reading Ann regularly after it became clear to me that the main reason she would not “see” the truth about the Sedevacantist position was due to her own ego.

Of course, she calls us the 1958 Sedevantists, to differentiate us from herself who presumably is a 2022 “Sedevacantist” (just! As Ratzinger died on 31st December 2022).

As I have blogged before, the ONLY objection Ann could ever muster up against us ‘58 Sedes is that an Interregnum of 65 years was “too long”.

But despite my asking repeatedly, she would never answer the obvious question:

When, exactly, does it become too long, Ann?

There is not, nor has there ever been, any rule in Catholic Canon Law, dogma, or anywhere else, that puts a time limit on an interregnum.

So I ask again, Ann, when does it become too long? I really want to know. And as a follow-up question, on what basis do you give your answer? Whatever your answer might be.

The Catholic Church believes and acts on reason, and logic, as well as faith of course, but unlike heretical Protestants, or schismatic Eastern “Orthodox” we so not invoke the blind, idiotic, mask of false “faith” to hide behind whenever simple reason indicates an unpalatable truth.

We can make an educated guess that since Ann has been a Ratzingerist since 2016, which is 58 years after 1958, the “too long” for Ann, is probably between 2 years (the seat of Peter was completely empty for at least this long before, with no physical Pope whatsoever to fill it, real or fake) and 58.

But I still want to know the exact number. Honour would seem to indicate that Ann should expressly clarify this before Bergoglio kicks the bucket. But she is a woman after all, so it’s a little u fair of me to hold her to manly standards of telling the objective truth.

At any rate, my friend Adam Piggott has informed me that Ann may begin to be coming around. She linked to absolute Sedevacantist Steven Speray’s blog and in her latest one she wrote this:

The Bergoglian Antipapacy is right there out in the open, upending doctrine as if such a thing could be done, spewing heresy on a near daily basis, and they just can’t see it. Now don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of people and prelates who DO see it, and choose to do nothing, which is far worse. But I’d say the multitude just can’t bring their intellect into conformity with the obvious, obvious, reality staring them in the face. Of course, the ’58 Sedes would say the same, which puts them more in the right than anyone who would cede authority and obedience to this demon worshipper in white.

So we went from “crazy schismatics” to “more right than everyone except Ann herself”.

Ah, the hubris, I tell ya. Still, it is a shift, of sorts, and God acts in mysterious ways, so who knows, Ann may see the light yet. I sincerely hope so.

I also have received emails from a guy who I blogged about before who went from “Bergoglio is the Pope!” to “Ratzinger is Pope!” To now…

“…errr… okay… maybe… like… you were right all along…”

I respect such people immensely. As we have seen, most humans are utterly incapable of overcoming their own cognitive dissonance and blind spots. So when it happens, it is at least a minor miracle. It’s probably the origin of the saying that when the faithful remain faithful God is pleased, but when an atheist or other lost sheep converts, all of Heaven sings.

At the start of the year I said on a livestream that I expected to outdo all previous years for blog traffic and that hitting 50k views in 2023 would be easily achievable. We’ll have done that by tomorrow and the blog is on track for at least 100k views by year end. More if you guys spread the word or share links with friends.

I think I would daily visit my blog if I wasn’t writing it, probably even if I had different interests and ideas. If nothing else, I think I provide perspectives that at times few people have considered.

Besides… zealot’s blogs are always a fun read.

Anyway, I hope you’re all enjoying it and if you have topics discussed here you want to see more of, let me know.

As you guys know, I like science fiction.

Well, I just discovered the top SF series possibly of all time. It’s called Blue Bloods and is set in a fictional, alternate universe version of New York, starring Tom Selleck.

In this universe the Reagan family are all Irish cops or lawyers and it’s fantastic!

These are not spoilers because you get this right from the start:

• The Irish are not semi-functional alcoholics.
• The cops are honest.
• The Commissioner of police AND the mayor are honest and honourable.
• Honour amongst the cops, the mayor, the police Commissioner and the female prosecutor comes before politics, personal gain and so on.
• The Reagan family always goes to Church on Sundays and has Sunday lunch together.

They even get the IQ of the main detective right, you know how cops can’t have anything that’s 120 IQ or higher? Well, no danger of that, Danny Reagan regularly acts as an entitled power-hungry macho wanna be, and screws up regularly. For example, losing the undercover cops he’s supposed to be following, and so they get shot, making idiotic rash decisions, treating everyone like shit, including his wife, engaging in a firefight (with warning to the bad guy first!) with his entire family in the car behind him as backstop.

It’s glorious I tell you. Always feel-good, and the good guys always win.

Honestly, the premise is so far removed from reality, yet the setting so familiar, it’s quite the concept, I tell you.

No further commentary needs to be added, but so as to avoid the parasites from continuing to rise to positions of power, we should instate a rule, one I came up with almost 30 years ago, that in order to lead, a man should have had some years of martial arts and some years of being a farmer too.

I had no wish or intent to be a farmer when I thought of that rule up, but now that I am trying my had at it, I can verify it was the right call.

I read on SG yesterday an interesting comment about how moving into a rural area where you purchase land makes you wealthier than working and living in a city.

It sounds counter-intuitive at first, and I am not sure how true this is for others, but it is true for me.

After I wrote The Face on Mars, at age 26, and after doing my own book tour in Cape Town where I lived, in a way that would be impossible now, and was insane back then, I scraped up enough money to put down a deposit on two pieces of land in a little village about an hour away up the coast. It was a place just a couple hundred meters or less from the beach with guaranteed views of the ocean. There was very little there but the people that had homes there clearly had money. They were holiday homes mostly.

My life went in too many weird directions, and that land lay there for another 25 years before one of the plots was sold. My girlfriend from back then had paid the regular payments while I had thrown chinks of money at it in blocks from time to time. As we had bought these together at the time with my deposits and her regular payments, one was rightfully hers and one mine.

Her steady work meant she always did the monthly instalments, my way of living meant that at times I would pay off large amounts in one go. When we did the accounting it was pretty close to 50-50 with my payments being a bit more, but I was extremely aware that her regularity was what had allowed us to own those plots.

The one belonging to me was sold and that money used as a deposit on the place we are in now. But in the intervening 25 years or so, despite me making stupid money at times, I did not build up any other assets. There are probably “reasons”, but the reality is that I had life route changes that being rather drastic meant starting from scratch again a number of times. And I had not considered having children until my early 40s and then when I had, that didn’t go well at all. So, in essence, I was mostly only having to look after me. And who cares too much about that? Live frugally and build up assets? Or go see some exotic place, buy a custom rifle, go on holiday with a pretty girl, live in a place that has a view because it makes a difference to your mood, tell an employer he can shove his job when he acts like an asshole, and so on.

My freedom of mind has always had priority over the supposed success of the secular world.

Now, things are different. My freedom of mind is intimately tied to having as much time with my family as possible, which means a huge cut in salary. And this property is certainly worth more than any assets I even remotely had before. So, while from a day to day perspective I am a lot poorer, from an objective perspective, I am worth more than I ever was, and what is more, my descendants are stating out with something as soon as I drop dead. Which is of extreme importance.

How to go from here to building an empire* is… well… you know, one of those details that I have skipped over most of my life when making drastic life changes, but then, I’m still here, and I came through all those other times, so… there must be a way.

I know there is certainly my Will in it. And you know what they say about when there is one of those…

So, it is true. At least for me. Easy? No.

Potentially catastrophic for many? Yes.

Worth it, risk wise? Absolutely Yes.

As I say, that’s how it is for me. Let me know how it is for you.

* I personally have no wish for one, I’d be happy to live frugally writing my ideas and reading and shooting and maybe sailing a bit in my old age. But the world of mass murdering clowns has decided to try to wipe people like me (and you too, whoever you are) out, so, someone has to start building up the beginnings of hardcore Catholic City-States. Doing so is a worthwhile endeavour, not just for me, but, far more importantly, for my children and the children of those like me. It doesn’t matter if there is an apocalypse or not. It is the right direction in any case. In every case. And if my predictions of financial collapse are even remotely accurate, it is in fact imperative to do so.

I hope I will meet those of you who think similarly down the road. I know something is starting to stir here.