The Predictable Retardation of the Protestants

Look, don’t get me wrong, I have nothing per se against Americans in general. Each nation has their good and bad sides, but the Americans have the unenviable “first” of being a nation that was created by Freemasons, both internally (the various “founding fathers” and presidents up to the present day) and externally (the money for the rebellion came from France, bankrupting it and getting the King and his consort behaved for listening to the “advice” of their closest advisors.

And being vastly wealthy, and with a system of legality that is absolutely Satanic, with a mere veneer of “law and order” it is only natural that the average American is completely oblivious of the financial origins of their war of independence, of the fact Freemasons are actually Satanists, not “brotherhood of man good guys”, and that they are fed a constant drip of lies in the media and poison in their food and medical “care”.

My previous post wasn’t really even about Catholicism, but rather the very CONCEPT of humane, correct, logica, just , justice. And of course the morons all felt they had found the cart to attack with flaming idiocy while they ululated insanity and loserman vibes.

So they got banned permanently. I’m not a big warning guy, or ask questions first type. And the couple of comments that were not banned and remain leave the impression of there having been serious head trauma in both those authors’ pasts.

It’s amusing because the commenters literally demonstrate they have no idea what the point of the post is. They ass-u-me that it’s me just saying Catholics are better than everyone else, and it isn’t that at all. In this case I was simply saying the CONCEPT and the REALITY of how Roman Law works is BETTER that the concept and reality of pretty much all other systems we have tried under the sun.

So let me be clear, that is what I was saying.

I will now here add, that since Roman Law is indeed the supreme legal system for Human beings, the Catholic Church, naturally, adapted it and improved the original version from the Pagan Romans, adding in a few concepts of baseline logic the Romans had anyway but were more clearly evidenced in Catholicism, given that Divine Law if perfectly logical. And this, among the fact that the religion is true, DOES make Catholicism infinitely superior to Protestantism, of which Vatican II Novus Ordo heretical fake “Church” is just the latest iteration of the endless ruin and Satanism that anything that pretends to be “the One True Religion” inevitably is, since —like with my nickname— there can be only one.

And your “denominationless denomination” number 38,792 is just not it.

And now we can wait for the seething comments of those too stupid to read and understand that they will be banned without a second’s hesitation if you blaspheme, make strawman attacks, or lie about what was said, or just troll moronically. Disagree all you like, but DO YOUR HOMEWORK. If you make an “argument” that has already been debunked for a few centuries and then you don’t even know read the proof of that in the post itself and make some idiotic comment like “Catholics worship Mary”, well… Sayonara sunshine!

I hope I have been clear. You’re not getting banned here because it’s an eco chamber. You get banned here because you acted like an irredeemable idiot.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

In my recent video chat with Peter of Two-Cities Podcast, I was correctly chastised by a viewer because I tended to interrupt Peter and go on a bit about this or that principle of Catholic dogma. This was not based on my ego, etc, as can be seen in other interviews where I am happy to let the other person answer at length and I don’t interrupt at all. I was aware while doing the livestream that this was happening, but my intent was to prevent Peter from going too far down an erroneous rabbit hole.

That is, for example, there is quite a common idea in “traditional” circles of Catholicism that if you no longer have valid Cardinals you can’t vote a Pope in. This stems from the fact that in the Code of Canon Law it states various things about Cardinals being able to vote in a new Pope etc.

The typical Anglo-Saxon mind, marinated in Anglo-Saxon version of legalese, interpret this to say if you have no Cardinals you have no ability to vote in a Pope.

In this instance, the error is one of doctrine and dogma. If you are not aware that the rules concerning Cardinals are merely ecclesiastical rules, that is, rules for the smooth running of the Church as a whole, in other words, human rules, and you assume that all rules in Canon Law have equal weight, then you will not understand that Ecclesiastical or human rules can change, but they can never invalidate Divine dogma or rules. And since in the past people who were not even ordained priests voted in a Pope, and since the office of the Pope is a Divinely instituted office, it can never disappear, it also means whatever rule applied in the past must necessarily still be valid (because the truth does not change), it means you absolutely to NOT need Cardinals, not 72 of them, or whatever the number now is supposed to be, to vote in a valid Pope. The rule applies only if everything else is in order, but since it is very far from that, and no one of the Novus Ordo “Church” clergy is even Catholic, and since the past cannot invalidate the future (and vice-versa) it is logically clear in Roman Law that no, you do not need Cardinals.

It is a simpler, more human, and perfectly logical system of law. Unlike the anglo-Saxon perversions of it, where case law becomes “new law”.

In Anglo-Saxon thinking, if you now have a rule you need 72 Cardinals under age 80 to vote in a Pope, and you only have 71 left, or, as is the case now, none, then “AW MAH GAWD!” it means a Pope can never be elected again and the Church has defected because the office of the Papacy has no hope of ever being filled again.

If, on the other hand, you understand logic and reason, you are used to thinking in terms of Roman Law, and so you realise that if in the year 300 sixteen peasants of which only 8 were priests and 2 were bishops, voted in a valid Pope, well…your not having any Cardinals today is not that big a deal. I mean, it is… in that clearly something tragic has happened (and it has: Vatican II and the fake Popes that created it and promulgate it), but it by no means implies the Church has defected.

This approach to thinking pervades almost every sphere of life and results in either a higher level of mechanisation of human beings, going from Roman Law to say English Law, to, the truly Satanic, American Legal System. Or, a more human-centred and divinely inspired system of legal system and thus social order among men, going from: Satanic bureaucracy no human mind can possibly comprehend in any part of its totality (American Legal System), to a slightly better system that is still intrinsically unfair and geared to protect the wealthy and a certain class of person (English Common Law), to an actually logical and reasonable system that while encompassing the ultimate punishment (death penalty) it also recognises the uniqueness of each human specific legal or illegal interaction, the details of which ultimately make a big difference.

In Roman Law, for example, there is the concept of silent assent.

If I tell you that X is or should happen and that requires you to do Y, and you keep silent, that means you agreed you must do Y.

This concept is enough to send English people and Indians, scurrying for the caves in the hills.

Roman Law is truly the most divinely inspired of legal systems on Earth, because it is based on principles, but makes allowances for the unique details of each case.

Pondering this would do away with a LOT of the chaotic confusion many people seem to have concerning what is “fair” or “just”, as well as understand the rules of Catholic dogma in a far superior fashion.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

I have mentioned many times before how Freemasons play both sides of the coin. They have the crazies on the “left” and the “good guys” on the right. And a few “good guys in the middle” because you never know, the coin may end on edge.

Ask yourself: Who can massacre men, women and children with impunity for months or even years on end and no one in the mass media talks about it?

Who has laws passed that make it so one can’t even assert historical facts without falling afoul of criminal prosecution in many countries?

Who is it not allowed that you criticise as a group?

As the old joke goes, if you notice bunch of Italian criminals you call them mafia.

If you notice a bunch of blacks or latinos being criminals you call them gangbangers.

If you notice a bunch of Jews being criminals, then you’re an antisemitic racist.

Educate yourself on what the Jewish religion says about non-jews and how Jews are to treat them. Or how they think about sex with children under the age of 3.

I am disturbed by people who assume that we should tolerate even the most foul, evil and disgusting practices. And my question is simple: Why?

Why should anyone tolerate child rapists or killers?

Why should anyone tolerate predatory banking practices designed to cripple the poor that are essentially and fundamentally unjust?

Why should usury be tolerated?

Why should we accept that a small group of people has the power to create fiat money out of thin air and put entire governments and most of humanity in debt to them for it?

Why should you tolerate anything http is fundamentally unjust, evil, or both?

And if there is no answer to that, or rather, no real answer, no valid answer, and if those perpetrating such crimes have removed themselves from normal society behind layers upon layers of deception, defence, and various rings of armed men willing to enforce the will of their masters regardless of how twisted it may be, how are you to fight them?

The answers are simple too.

No one should tolerate any of it, of course.

And secondly, if you cannot directly address the issue, refuse to participate in any of their sick games, including the need for fiat money. That, of course sounds insane and impossible at first. But only because you have been conditioned to think so for your entire life. Did the Red Indias of America have fiat money? No.

“But they were free and we are not!” You right say. Yes. Perhaps, but they were nearly rendered extinct because they did not see the issues facing them and react appropriately. Do you think the natives of Sentinel island have fiat money? No.

“Yes but they are savages!” You say. Yes, but they are free and you are not.

So you cannot envision how to survive and even thrive, or to create a community near you that reduces their need for reliance on fiat money at all? Nothing? The Sentinel Island “savages” have got you beat? Really?

Think to yourself: What would happen if a solar flare suddenly wiped out all the digital equipment on Earth? It would be chaos and people would start murdering each other in the street for food. Who would not be doing that? Who would have enough to stand a good chance of surviving and fighting off marauding bands of starving and crazed people?

The ones who prepared for such eventualities already.

Whatever that means… be one of those guys. Because otherwise you’re only going to be a zombie attacking their communities, or a drone-slave for the oligarchs, and yes, far more than you already are.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Vox makes an extremely important point in this post .

It really is the case that in the roughly 35 years I read newspapers, every single time that any article that I actually knew the details of, not once was the truth of the matter actually reported. Some of these stories were front page news too. What can I say, I’ve had an interesting life.

The point remains the same: consider EVERYTHING you see reported on mainstream media as if it was being shouted at you by that one kid in class that is a complete drama queen AND a pathological liar AND a tragic fantasist. Then add skepticism.

The same goes for anything even remotely resembling “settled science” I wrote here about the reality that no vaccine, none, and not just in the US, has ever gone under any scientific safety procedures.

But it goes well beyond this. It applies to history too. History you are “sure and certain about” because it was inculcated into you at a very young age. Now, even before you make ANY generic assumptions, just consider for a moment if only two of those things I mention might be very different from what you have been told. For example, the idea that antigravity technology doesn’t exist (it does) and say, the ending of WW2 (to say nothing of its actual causes and reality of events during it).

Just on those two points, my Overlords of Mars trilogy , collated in one book, Nazi Moon , becomes quite a bit more interesting than just cool science fiction.

But aside my writing, please, for the love of all that is good, your own health and even more so that of your children, do yourself a favour and take the key advice I gave everyone in another of my books Systema: The Russian Martial System , and that is:

know (for) yourself.

There really is no substitute.

You think vaccines (any of them) are safe and effective? Fine, go look for the tests done on it. The hard data, not what was “reported” by some journalist in some magazine or newspaper about it. The clinical studies with the numbers and methodologies in them. You won’t find any. Because none were ever made. In Italy for example you will find that the minister of health, in a big show of telling everyone they would order safety tests to be done on vaccines, to prove their safety once and for all, in 1992, has done no such thing.

In fact, in Italy they made, thanks to an evil bitch called Lorenzin, on the usual orders from the USA, about ten vaccines “compulsory” for children to attend school. Which, of course is illegal, and if you don’t have them done, they fine you. After which your child just goes to school without vaccine and fine paid.

Which is NOT the way to handle it. The way to handle it is to write to the health services when you get the letter and ask them for the vaccine safety tests the government said would be done. After that they leave you alone.

You see? It’s all a sick game of trying to make you kill yourself by taking their lies as truth. And it plays out in pretty much every field you care to look at, but especially so in two important fields: health/pharmaceuticals/medicines and food.

Oh, and of course on the reasons for war(s) and the “reality” and “fairness” of fiat money. That last one really is a doozy once you look into it properly.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

It’s a simple but genial plan (even if I say so myself).

Every nation should adopt this policy.

The leader of a nation and his closest advisers, alongside the most highly placed CEOs of financial institutions, both private and state controlled, and their children aged 18+, both male and female, automatically get drafted as front-line troops in ANY war that is declared between their nation and any another.

While they are away fighting, from a random pool of volunteers that have to have the right attributes (minimum IQ, general sanity etc) replacements are selected at random by an open lottery done with analogue means with independent oversight from randomly selected commoners (like jury duty). If they continue to perpetuate the war for more than 3 months, they get to become the new troops and a new bunch is randomly selected to replace them.

Anyone trying to dodge the draft by any invalid means (fleeing the country, etc) is sentenced to death by firing squad.

Potentially we can also extend this to anyone with a a net worth of 1 billion dollars plus. I mean you need more troops out there, it’s WAR after all.

And let’s dress them all in primary colours so each side can easily see who the enemy is. Besides, it makes it more fun and colourful for everyone.

If the every nation on Earth did that, how many actual wars do you think we’d have on Earth?

Go ahead and spread the word, just be good and give attribution eh? I want that Nobel peace prize money!

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Russian Warship with hypersonic missiles goes for a training exercise in the English Channel. Nonchalantly, while whistling to itself.

A Russian navy warship equipped with Zircon hypersonic cruise missiles, has recently conducted counter-terrorism drills in the English channel and is now carrying out missions in the Atlantic Ocean., according to Russian news agencies.

The Northern Fleet ship, Admiral Golovko, engaged in exercises simulating drone attacks from air and sea as part of its training.

The vessel is capable of reaching speeds several times the speed of sound and a range of up to 900 km, poses a significant challenge to defence systems.

This deployment marks the Admiral Golovko’s first long-distance mission since joining the Russian Navy in December 2023. The ship departed from its northern base on 2 November.

Now, in case your geography is a little sketchy, the English Channel is that bit of water between the UK and France. It’s not exactly a very wide stretch of water. A guy I used to work with has crossed it 9 different times. By swimming.

And playing around with hypersonic missiles there means you are within about 100km of London and 200km of Paris, so you could land a nuke on London in less than a minute and one in Paris in about a minute and a half. If you use the “slow” Hypersonic missiles. If they use an Avangard it’s about 12 seconds, and under 30 seconds for Paris.

Now, you may think, as I do, that this is just a friendly warning, and it probably is, but it’s basically the equivalent of drawing a loaded firearm in your “colleague’s” house and waving it at his face, purportedly to show him how easily you can draw it and get it ready while pointing at his head. It’s the kind of “friendly warning” no one does without very good reason, and almost certainly without the willingness to go to the next step if the message is not dutifully (and quickly) received.

Don’t get me wrong, I still think almost all the politicians of the planet are scum, but if Putin gives a bunch of captive governments, like my own, at least a chance to escape the diaspora “Americans” that run the USA a little bit, and maybe send all the US military bases back to the USA (where all sane US citizens actually would prefer they are), more power to him.

Of course, it would all just be so much easier if everything was done by a system closer to the intent of what the guy who wrote Assassination Politics came up with decades ago (and for which his life was practically ruined). Of course, it was a more innocent time back then, and we didn’t realise quite how pervasive the deep state was, (well, some of us did, but we were called “crazy conspiracy theorists”) that system today would just make it easier to have only puppets in place.

If there was a system in place that saw to it that any warmongers had to be on the front-line, dressed in bright red, how many wars do you think would be waged?

If any of the banksters and their minions that pull the strings of politicians all just had to be formed into an armed front-line battalion in case of ANY war, regardless of the supposed cause? How many wars do you think there would be then?

We could literally have peace on Earth by seeing to it that the higher up the ladder of corporate or state finance you are, as well as the higher up the ladder of political leadership you are, you automatically get drafted into any conflict your nation enters into. And a small percentage also gets drafted into any secret/special/black-ops that happen. Penalty for dodging the draft? Execution by firing squad.

Let’s call it the Kurgan’s Peace Plan for the World. I’ll post on it next.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

I have been reading James Wharram’s autobiography People of the Sea (the second one, really, his first book was titled Two girls, two Catamarans ).

In it he describes his life and his… obsession seems too strong a word for the kind of guy I think he was, but certainly shall we say, lifelong interest, in sailing and, I think, being free.

It is a common enough sensation in those of us with an explorer’s heart. When I was 16, I wanted to get a yacht and just sail the world, maybe trading stuff from one port to another. Visiting exotic places in far away lands, seeing lands and people I was curious about, but also, for me at least, that mystic pull of the Ocean. There is something of the divine, and of the terrifying; the ancient, and fickle Gods of Odysseus,  but also the glorious beauty of God in the Ocean.

I moved to Cape Town with all my possessions in one car aged 19 to get away from my father mostly, but also because of the Ocean. On the day I left home for good, I received the most incredible letter from my grandfather, with whom I used to write. I had told him I was leaving home in a previous letter. I wish I still had that letter, but my family, every one of them, from my brother, mother and father, were never very good at keeping my possessions, even when I specifically left instructions to please care for this or that thing. Girlfriends and wives too, now I think of it. Present wife excepted. So my mother threw it out.

But I still remember his neat handwriting and the words. Telling me he lost his father at 19 and left to another city to make his way, and he had no doubts I would do well, too, saying at 19 I was like a young lion, forging ahead.

I loved that man. Still do. And one day I look forward to seeing him again.

Maybe it’s genetic. We are Venetians after all, and all my children love the Ocean.

I never did get to buy a yacht and travel around the world that way, but I certainly did travel a lot anyway. On planes mostly. And I have seen a fair amount of it all.

I understand the pull towards the unknown.

In my twenties and thirties and even up to forty, before I had a daughter, I would have jumped at the chance to travel to Mars. Risks and all.

And even now, if you told me I could have my family on a little antigravity ship… I would be tearing around the Galaxy to check everything out.

But I think now… what life would I have had on that yacht?

James Wharram wrote how he did his first Atlantic crossing, in a catamaran of his own design that he built himself, with two girls, with whom he was obviously having a sexual relationship. He had a child with one woman, who however committed suicide shortly afterwards. Apparently as a result of some long-standing trauma from the horrors she had seen in the second world war in Germany.

In this book, People of the Sea, which I am not even half-way through, he has already described how he made his living selling his boat designs and how he and five women build a much larger boat, Tahini . And it is fairly clear he also had a sexual relationship with all five women.

Aside the morality for a moment (we’ll return to it, it’s the main point of this post) you have to admire the man in some way. He essentially almost singlehandedly brought to life an old —but new in the West— style of sailboat, the catamaran, and took on a life that is without a doubt fraught with emotional tests few men can survive, and a real level of danger. He also sailed home-made boats in storms with an all female crew, which is nearly as trying as juggling a sexual relationship with four of five women in the confines of a yacht at sea.

Most secular guys would probably give a limb to live like that.

Maybe I would have wanted that life too if I had got the yacht, I certainly always had it as a go-to, that I would have liked a 70 foot Trimaran with an all female crew of masseuse trained supermodels, but in reality… I mean, I am certain that as a young guy with zero knowledge of any religion aside my basic zen-agnostic-stoicism blend, there is no way I would not have enjoyed the experience or at least delved into it deeply… but… reflecting on my life and the debauched side of it that I certainly experienced even if it did not involve all-female crews… I have to say that such an existence seems to me to be really quite lonely.

No, it’s not a typo.

I mean lonely.

Perhaps not if you don’t know anything else though, it’s hard to say.

I have certainly juggled multiple women at a time, and though it was not on a yacht and they were not with each other in the same space and the same time as with me —it was more of a rotating door type thing although they were aware of each other— the point was simply that I was passing the time. I was simply distracting myself from the monotony of life and pretty much everything in it.

It got to the point that I actually got tired of it. I remember the day precisely and it was a fully conscious decision. I had been in blissful solitude at home, doing nothing much, binge watching NCIS, and in a self-reflecting mood I realised that I was aware that I could have carried on into old age never settling on just one woman. I knew even if I lived to a hundred I would never be missing female company if I wanted it. But the very nature of the rotating door of faces, bodies, intimacies, got so that the thrill of a new body, or new initial rush, new sexual explorations, became… well… what they always were. Just a distraction. Like consuming tiktok videos instead of reading a good book. Or playing solitaire or candy crush on your phone instead of doing something —anything— better.

And so I thought I’d try getting married (again) and having children. And of course, my method for selecting a (second) wife was predicated on my experience, so… it had quite a bit to do with the sex side of things, the external look, and the agreeability.

All of which was a rather superficial perspective on things and for which, I ignored definite hints of red flags. Because hey, no one is perfect right… so yeah…

That went spectacularly wrong and the only good thing of it was my daughter, who after her first birthday I missed the next eight years of, but now she has been living with me for three years, and I can’t ever have that time back, but still, she is here, she chose it, and made it happen too, which is pretty incredible, but in that in-between time, I also married again, and my daughter was one of the only people I told it to at the time. There wasn’t anyone else really in my daily life that mattered that much. Or hers I guess. We went away and got married in Belgium, with two strangers as our witnesses in a Church in a smallish town.

Then I had more children, but also my life with my third (and final!) wife has been pretty intense from the start. 7 years later it feels both as if we just met a few months ago and also as if we’d been together 20 years.

It’s only with reflection and appreciation of intangibles that you realise things that are hard to put into words.

For example:

Is my life harder, less comfortable and less free now? Yes. Absolutely.

Do I miss my more comfortable, more free, much easier life of before? No. Not at all. The only thing I miss of it is the money I was making then compared to now, and I also know getting back up there is harder given the far more onerous and static things I have to deal with. But the only real concern I have is for the chance to give my children enough opportunities to at least give them a decent start in life, though, the way things are going, maybe reading the wind, knowing about ballistics, and how to make a fire in the wild, might be as good as it gets.

And I’d like my wife to feel more comfortable, but hey, she too has (more grudgingly than me I think) understood that there are more important things. But women do tend to have a tendency to look at the past with melancholy more than men. Pillars of salt and all that.

While the best approach of course is to neither live in the past nor the future, but live right here and make it as good as you can, because the past is gone and the future is not written yet, no matter what you might imagine.

Anyway, as I work in the olive grove, trying to do the job on my own that usually a team of men would do, back aching, my elbow acting up again, and my deviated septum making breathing more difficult than it should be, I also find myself contemplating life and what matters.

Children matter.

Family matters (not always the one you were born into, especially if you had boomer parents!)

Marriage matters.

The latest iphone does not.

In fact even phones in general may not matter that much.

TV DEFINITELY does not matter.

Reading good books does.

Logic and reason matter.

The natural rhythm of life, of nature, of seasons and plants and animals matters (and we are busy destroying it, but not like they tell you. Chemtrails matter. Climate change does not. HAARP matters. Electric cars matter only in that they are impossible on a global scale and terrible for any kind of non-polluting concept.

Being free to THINK whatever you want matters.

Offending stupid people doesn’t (I mean they may kill you for it, it’s probable even, but those fucking NPCs really don’t matter anyway).

Not having another human decide what you can eat, think, watch, do, believe, explore or look into matters.

Justice matters. Laws that don’t serve justice don’t matter.

Honesty matters.

Dishonest people matter; they make everything worse.

Your health matters.

Love matters. Actual Love, not the horse-trading “you be nice to me so I can be nice to you” most people do.

Sacrifice matters.

Beauty matters.

Beauty is the most subtle and possibly the closest to the divine of all virtues.

And in this ongoing and infinite list of thoughts of what matters and what does not…

Does having sex with five different women at will, like in a harem —presumably a happy one in which no jealousy exists even, however utopic that sounds— matter?

As an experience? Perhaps… but compared to what?

Compared to not having sex at all? Sure, then I’d say it does matter.

Compared to having a wife and children and a happy family? No. No, it doesn’t matter at all.

And so I started to sense, not just think or intellectualise about being married and having children. Which is what most men do today. Especially younger men. Intellectualise, I mean.

They may say they want a proper wife and marriage and children, but it is a little bit like a young boy, having read about the Illiad, wanting to find, make, or have a bronze armour and a Hoplon shield and plumed bronze helmets to go to war for the attentions of the mythical Helen.

It sounds good, or cool, or right. But it’s really just an intellectual thing.

Now I have lived it a few years, and I look back at myself when I was 16, alone in a small room in Stratford-Upon-Avon, thinking about life and how I had ended up in England to study because of a friend being there, far from my family and siblings… and pondering what it all meant and what made sense… the feeling was the same. I really was always just after one girl that would fit with me.

The monologue voiceover the character played by Sean Penn in the film The Thin Red Line, does at the end of the film resonated with me deeply as a 20-something year old. It was pretty much how I had always thought. Still is in a way, except…

We, my generation, were raised in a completely deracinated, degenerated society, composed of our baby boomer parents, that if we survived their abortions of us, basically shat in everything that came before them and taught you only their way and that only their absurdly egotistical philosophies were good and real and true. All else was lies and bad.

And now I know better. A whole LOT better. And mine is not second-hand information.

I went to dig and find out the truth myself. Like a man obsessed, because in truth I am. Always have been.

I understand Wharram’s wish to explore, to be free… but above all, I wish to know the highest truth it is possible to know.

Wharram may have looked at the stars to navigate, and his women for their varied characters and ways to love.

But even if I were sailing, and looking at stars to navigate, part of me would still wonder about those planets far away, and the space between the stars, the vast enormity of it, and how it would feel to sail there… in that eternal emptiness punctuated by beauty so vast…

And I have known plenty of women, beautiful and sexy and interesting and varied and kind or cruel and everything in between, but ultimately, I only need and want one. And a lifetime might just be enough to explore really and truly every part of her, and her of me, and see, in the thrill and the danger and the excitement and the fear and the alarm and the reckoning and ultimately the love, of it all, of her, of me, of us, if we can reach that point of unity, that blends us so, that even the words of the Bible are not enough to really give a sense of it… the “one flesh” it mentions marriage is… but how many actually experience it?

Men and women have died looking for it.

They all spend their life waiting for it.

Hoping it really exists and finds them.

And then, even when it does, if it’s too uncomfortable, or unexpected, or it hurts, or is too much, they run away from it and lie to themselves about what it was.

But I ask you, reader, what kind of life is it if you are not seeking that at the very least? However imperfectly and weakly and frightened you might be, what else could possibly matter more when compared to that?

I put it to you, that ultimately, it really is true:

Love conquers all.

And for me at least, that entails a depth of intimacy that goes well beyond the sexual, though, of course, it cannot exist either without it. And I just don’t see you can have that with multiple women at once.

I know you can have a thrill, a sensation of excitement, like a rollercoaster ride that is really fun. Sure. But that doesn’t compare to a rally through a continent or three.

And while the rally through a continent or three is almost guaranteed to have some pain, sweat and tears in it, which do you think will mean more to you at the end of it?

A rollercoaster ride, or even an endless sequence of them, or that rally across deserts, snow, rain, forest and jungles, cities and highways, and everything in between?

I know I cannot explain to you the beauty of marriage.

Hell, I been married three times and I’m only just figuring it out, but I can try. I must try.

Because the entire world around you is lying to you.

Podcasts like whatever , and even supposed religionists like Andrew Wilson and his wife, even if they claim to be fighting “for” “traditional values” (whatever that is), are really all presenting the undertone of marriage being a terrible idea.

Because laws, and secular powers, and feminism and, and, and…

Well, you know what? Marriage to the wrong person really IS a terrible idea! (Insert 1990s, badge with written on it “Ask me How!”)

Marriage to the right person?

It’s tough. It can really suck some days.

It may make you ponder if life is just one cruel joke some days. Yeah. That’s marriage to the right person. But you know what? When those days pass, you also have days where you realise the truth of things, the truth of what actually matters in life, really matters…

…and then you’ll want to fall to your knees to thank God because you feel the Grace he has given you might be some mistake, bad accounting by St.Peter, or something.

And you look at your children and know they will cause you endless pain in their lives. But they also will make you cry with how much you love them and their unique, awesome, and funny souls.

So, I know maybe you have been listening to that fake: Andrew Tate; and you think fast cars and a harem is what life’s about; or maybe another fake, some “Pastor” from a heretic pretend-church, telling you some screwed up puritan version of what a marriage should look like; but listen, at the most crude: reproduction serves the continuation of humanity.

But if there is no higher truth, no higher love, then why bother, right?

On the other hand… if there is a God, then marriage and making children and raising them as best you can is the point.

The entire point.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

Don’t take my word for it. Consider this:

Having been called a liar by Anthony Fauci for saying that “not one of the 72 vaccines mandated for children has ever been safety tested”, RFK Jr. sued Fauci. After a year of stonewalling, Fauci’s lawyers admitted that RFK Jr. had been right all along. “There’s no downstream liability, there’s no front-end safety testing… and there’s no marketing and advertising costs, because the federal government is ordering 78 million school kids to take that vaccine every year. What better product could you have? And so there was a gold rush to add all these new vaccines to the schedule… because if you get onto that schedule, it’s a billion dollars a year for your company. So we got all of these new vaccines, 72 shots, 16 vaccines… And that year, 1989, we saw an explosion in chronic disease in American children… ADHD, sleep disorders, language delays, ASD, autism, Tourette’s syndrome, ticks, narcolepsy. Autism went from one in 10,000 in my generation… to one in every 34 kids today.” RFK Jr.

The same applies to Italy and I believe Germany. In fact, I am pretty sure (but not certain) that this applies to pretty much every vaccine ever created.

But… but… surely they are good for us anyway?

Wait… think about that thought, if you are so deeply brainwashed you actually had it:

You mean that injecting your child 72 times with random shit that has never been tested for safety is ok with you?

But that’s not all. Have you any idea the kind of ingredients vaccines have?

Well, unless you hurried up to get some information on this BEFORE Covid you may be out of luck trying to find anything now. Google or duckduck go have absolutely memory holed any studies or comprehensive lists of ingredients found in the “common” or “good” vaccines. Never mind the covid genetic serums which are not and never have been vaccines. They are DNA altering genetic serums that have been done and studied on animals for about 30 years, with inevitably bad results for the poor animals they tested this stuff on.

The excuse you will find on any remaining sites that even admit things like formaldehyde and aluminium and a bunch of other toxic crap is inside vaccines, ranging from aborted baby cells to shark liver, yes, I am not kidding, is that they are at “safe levels” they are at low enough levels that (presumably by magic) they absolutely do NOT cause cancer, or any other bad thing. Because you know, there is this magic line, on one side of which you can get that crap injected into you and it’s perfectly fine. You only get the cancer/myocarditis/turbo-alien-dna/whatever bad effects if you go over that line!

Right. Of course.

And if you believe that, I want to ask you, what is a good amount of raw sewage you want in your ice cream?

I mean, come on, just a gas-fart-sized little spray of raw sewage along with your macadamia nuts on the sundae? No? A tiny little thimbleful well blended? Still no? What are you, some kind of anti-scientist!

And that is basically the story.

And you know what else? No one can (yet) force you, in the West at least, to have anything injected into your body or your children’s bodies against your will.

I mean, sure they can fire you from your job, refuse you entry to all sorts of places, and fine you (more fool you if you pay any such fine) for not injecting yourself with some autist-death-serum, but they can’t actually physically hold you or your children down and jab you.

And if they ever start doing that, then you’d be fully entitled to jab them back and first, with your toxic heavy metal of choice. They might make it “illegal” by then, but then, wearing glasses was a death penalty under the communism of Pol Pot too. If you choose the “law” above Justice, then you’re not anyone I want to know.

And if you are unsure what Justice is, then, please, for the love of God, read these few pages . They are literally a few pages of A4 if you print them, less than 10, from memory.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

To one extent or other, we have all been infected by that vicious Boomer malady of thinking children are essentially a net “negative” in life. I know a LOT of GenXers were raised in that nonsense. I sure was. And it took me a while to wake myself out of it. Children were seen as a burden, a ball-and chain in the road of life. An expense that would cripple your life. Something that would limit or remove your hedonistic holidays, your sexcapades of the swinging 60s and 70s and some of the 80s.

Children, in short, were the worst kind of lumbering baggage.

And if THAT didn’t put you off having them, because hey, maybe you think children are cool and great and loving and lovable and funny and your duty to have and protect and teach how to navigate the world? Well then there was the faux-empathy.

Look at the state of the world! Nostradamus predicted we will all die in nuclear war in 1986! Ok, well, maybe it was 1987. No? Yeah well, look, it’s like early 1990s now and the Soviet Union is collapsing now so nuclear war is certain. And Iran. No? Well, Y2K bug will wipe out all the computers and then the alien invasion Nostradamus predicted…

You get the idea.

And climate change. But also, greed, and consumerism (which they absolutely both pushed (still do) and revel in (still do)) and you young people are just lazy and not making enough money in all the industries we have closed off access to, and the feminism we pushed so you need two incomes just to survive, and the globalism we pushed so you no longer even KNOW about your culture, and your job can be done cheaper (if infinitely worse) by a foreigner that will happily get paid half what you do because compared to where he comes from it’s still paradise.

So, yeah. I was more leaning on the side of: “My God this planet is completely filled with stupid people, why would I want to foster that on an innocent soul just to propagate my DNA?”

In a secular world-view, it’s not really too wrong. In fact, I wrote another post on marriage that ties into this one, maybe I should have posted that one first, but it was on my phone. I’ll get to it. Read them together.

I mean it is basically a nihilistic/atheistic view, though I was more Zen-Agnostic with no fear of permanent-death if that was the way it would be. It was only later in life, but long before I became a Catholic, that I figured all the Boomerisms (and there were a lot of them, and they all stacked) were nonsense and lies. I couldn’t necessarily argue every point on secular terms (not because I could not intellectually, but because I didn’t need to, I could sense the error-stack) but I simply knew it was nonsense. So I had one child.

And some of the worst fears materialised pretty fast about her life and what it might become shortly after she was born and parentally abducted by her mother to Brazil.

But that experience also led me to a Road to Damascus Moment without which I would not be a believer. I truly think really hard-headed people get road to Damascus moments because they are too dense to see things any other way. I certainly know plenty of intese and smart young men who became Sedes (proper Catholics) based on pure reasoning their way there. Not me. I had to crash and burn before God must have thought: “Yup. This one is definitely retarded. He ain’t gonna figure it out. Alright son, here I am for a few moments. You get it now?”

At which point, just like Saul/Paul, you feel like the absolute stupid bastard you have been and then you try to pick yourself up and become a little less of a stupid bastard.

After that, I did not think I would even have a long term meaningful relationship anymore, much less marriage and children. I distinctly recall when I figured out by reading Ephasians and suddenly it all clicked, what marriage was supposed to be. And how in one way it was really sort of close to how I used to think about it as a little kid, and how very, very, very far I had strayed, and how many women and how much life I had been through, and how now, because of it all I was light-years away, Galaxies away, from what that marriage might be. It was an impossible thing for me to ever know or see or be part of. I was so far I didn’t even feel too bad about it. The concept of a real marriage was so obviously out of my reach that pining over it would be like crying because you will never see a T-Rex in the flesh.

And yet, four years later I was getting married. In a proper Catholic Church, (i.e. a sedevacantist Church, not a Vatican II Satanic Sect one) as a baptised Catholic.

And three years after that my first daughter came to live with me and has been here for three years. And she has another four siblings now.

Because once I got married as a Catholic, which means, once I had already understood what a real marriage was, and then became an actual person that by choice commits to a life in which that sacrament of marriage is understood as such, and after that actually entered into such a marriage, then, the having children is the obvious, good, great, wonderful, whole absolute major point of marriage. Though it is not the only one, of course, but it is the absolute mainstay of it.

Neither my wife nor I ever had any religious upbringing. So when we first met, some ten years and a bit before we actually seriously got together, if we had remained together then, as she put it once, there is a good chance one of us would have murdered the other. Sometimes of course, that may still be the case, but that’s acceptable. After all, as Catholics we certainly can’t divorce. And it is to the death… so…

But in reality, whatever ups and downs all marriages have, and if like me and her you find your One, that somehow you just know in your soul is it, either from the first time you lay eyes on them, or because you just can’t quit them, even when you really think you want to, and are brave or foolish enough to marry them, and they you, and you are both as intense as each other, well… I have written on this before… a lot of those marriages may end up in homicide, or worse, a thousand ships from Greece, and ten years of many men killing each other. But if they do not, they tend to be the ones songs and stories are written about that last millennia. And sometimes, of course even the bad ones get written about, like those Achaeans and Myrmidons and Trojans.

But… if and when you get past your fires and flares, and find the right balance, the one thing you cannot deny to each other, is that your children are a gift. They are the most awesome thing ever, and all the boomer lies and the destruction they did, the wasteland of lies they left before us, dissolves like the bad dream and time-thief it was.

If Catholicism had remained uncorrupted by the freemasons, if England had remained Catholic instead of deviate from it by the theological hit-man and nun-fornicator Luther and the serial-wife-killer Henry, and yet she and I had met at the ages we originally did, I wonder how many more children we might have.

It is pointless to speculate and neither of us is melancholic by nature, but even so, if you think about it, how many souls have the boomers delayed or denied?

Vox Day recently wrote an article about how at least this reduced the numbers of those who bought into the boomer lies, and that is a good thing. I understand his sentiment, but by and large, the people reproducing at high rates, other than those who like my wife and I do so with clear intentionality, which generally stems from a deep understanding or at least belief in your religion, do not tend to be exactly the people who might be able to maintain, never mind create a civilised society.

The Boomer death-knell of babies was rung primarily in the West. The supposedly uncivilised third worlders were never fed it to the same extent, and if they were, they were too “uncivilised” and too “ignorant” to pay it any heed. And good for them; but all that said, it does not make their offspring and their progeny any more capable of maintaining the complex civilisations built by the West for a people of a different background, culture and mentality.

I don’t disagree that if you talk about INTENTIONALITY, then those who chose to ignore the Boomers are certainly more fit to have around, but I think precious few people intentionally rejected the Boomer-Doomer attitudes. At least that is what I saw in the general population of the West that was secularised.

And yes, it’s true that the Boomer lies are all starting to finally crumble, young people are becoming Sedevacantist Catholics in droves. My friends tell me it’s happening all over too, not just locally. Our Churches keep filling up with young people with a bunch of children. Which means all the other lies, about religion, Catholicism in particular, as well as about having children and so on, are indeed failing. The News, the only altar at which Boomers believed religiously is dead too. One hopes “entertainment” also dies and has a rebirth in more sane avenues. And a lot of the “technology” and “efficiency” is also starting to show cracks.

Maybe, just maybe, those of us that have seen that wasteland of lies begin to crack, may yet produce enough offspring to create City States of people that are just advanced enough to defend themselves from the vampires that now run things, while being also just “uncivilised” enough to keep having a lot of children. And starting young to do so.

In just three families of Catholics we know perfectly we have… I lost count. It was 15 children a while back, but I think maybe two or three more are either on the way or here already. And none of these are especially young couples. mostly they are Genders like me. The Zoomer couples I know though… all three of them have a baby within a year of marriage. And I don’t think any of them will stop. Give it 20 years, and if we move near each other there will be hundreds of us.

And I promise you, whatever “burden” a child may be in practical terms, it is nothing compared to the joy and love they bring. That’s true even when things go spectacularly wrong, but do try to do things in the right order, unlike people like me:

Get Catholic. Get Baptised. Get Confirmed. THEN Get married (to a Catholic too!) and THEN have a bunch of children.

And make sure you’re a proper Catholic, not one of those poor, fooled Vatican II laypeople who neve bothered to learn what Catholicism is and what Vatican II is.

Obligatory plug for my books on what Catholicism is: Go here and read Believe! or Reclaiming the Catholic Church. If you want it in paper format the link for Amazon is there in the description of each too.

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here

It has been the umpteenth verification of Professor Cipolla’s First Law of human stupidity, to see the reaction to the Trump “victory”.

Even supposedly erudite and intelligent Americans have been high-fiving electronically all over the internet and backslapping themselves on how great things will be. Even when they say they know it’s all huffing Hopium, they still do it.

Because they are brainwashed.

Look, I’m sorry to tell you, but this is how things stand:

• Pedovores and the Rothschilds and their kind (Soros, Gates, Bourla, etc) run things.
• Trump isn’t going to change that.
• America is a Freemason Country run from diaspora and actual Israelis.
• America is the greatest exporter of spiritual degeneracy and filth the planet has ever seen.
• Extremely evil and twisted people are at the top of things, particularly anyone originating from the World Economic Forum, which covers most of the Western politicians, and… quite a few of the Eastern ones too.
• Freemasons always play both sides of the coin to ensure their victory.

Or let me put it to you in picture format you may appreciate more.

and also:

There are literal little children being blow to bits and starved to death as well as dying of thirst by Israel and no one says anything about it at all.

In Italy a beekeper who has a honey stand at a local market had a sign that only said:

Stop Bombing Gaza. Stop War.

Someone complained and the Carabinieri asked him to remove the sign. He refused. they wrote him up for a 430 Euro fine. It was voided later, but you get the point.

Trump has been vociferously supportive of the mass-murderer and convicted criminal, by the International Criminal Court, Benji Netanyahu.

No one cares.

You can excuse it to yourself however you want, but the reality is it’s just like those adverts about starving Africans in the 1980s. You just switch the advert off and move on. And after all, what can you do about it beside vote for the lesser evil as it appears to you?

Well, you could build up a community of like-minded people. You could begin trying to become totally independent of FIAT money somehow. You could teach your children about the kind of hypocritical pond scum that floats to the top of most of politics. The lies you were told about almost all the history you have been taught in school.

Or you could continue sitting on your ever-expanding posterior and do nothing besides binge-watch TV and eat some plastic, flavoured as almost food. Sure. it’s your prerogative. You know what I find even dumber than that last option though?

Cheering on thinking Trump will save America.

He will not. But he may have given it another four years of breathing space.

If I were you I’d get busy on that “craaaaazzzyy” Idea only conspiracy theorists that have been right 30 years in a row have, of getting out of the city, building a community, stock up on ways to fend for yourself in terms of water, food, fuel and energy, and don’t forget the ammo for the weapons to ensure you can hold on to what’s yours or help one of those community guys you are friends with keep his.

I know, I know, my ideas are so far out there. Like telling people thirty years ago that every single phonically and email they sent was recorded. Or twenty years ago that their TV station was doing it too now. Or that antigravity technology has existed since WWII (built by Germans first), and also a lot longer before that. Or that there used to be an ocean on Mars, which there was, which means it couldn’t have had a 7 millibar atmosphere, which means it had to have a temperature that was higher than freezing, and that its geology tells us it had oxygen, and that giant face and nearby buildings, not to mention the now thousands of “strange” images that are also “touched up” before release, still also get through with anomalies, or the stuff on the Moon that has been going on since before 1969… oh but why bother. it’s just my crazy ideas right?

So go on and cheer Trump, or Kameltoe Harris, I mean, I know she failed at becoming president of the USA, but Bergoglio is getting on, maybe she can replace him as “Pope” of the “Catholic Church”.

I just have one question: If it’s all bullshit. If it’s all a pack of lies and we really are being run by pedovores and banisters (but I repeat myself). If things like the Bank of International Settlement really is some monstrous thing created by monstrous creatures, if the scam Werner von Braun told us about in the 1970s that has so far played out perfectly really is the playbook (asteroids next then fake alien invasion, though they seem to be skipping the asteroid threat right now) if I happen to be right about most of it… Then, my question is:

What are YOU going to do about it?

Are you depressed? Are you in denial?

Are you too scared and unused to thinking for yourself you have no idea WHAT to do?

Are you just going to carry on as normal, hoping everyone else will too, just like they do on Wall Street even though they all know it’s a giant Ponzi scheme and will crash eventually?

I’m just curious, stranger. Whatcha gonna do?

This post was originally published on my Substack. Link here