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The anglicans have just realised that their fake archbishop is a clown.

As a few among the Novus Orco are coming to realise that Bergoglio is a Devil-Clown too, after the death of Ratzi the Nazi.

Even Ann Barnhardt, most at some point realise the stupidity of her position in pretending that 1958 Sedevacantists are not correct when she herself is currently a Sedevacantist currently. She has, of course, never responded to my question of how long exactly must the chair remain empty before she too is a “crazy” sede, like us. We know that according to her “logic” it must be between 2 years since that has happened before, and something less than 59 or so at most, since she has definitely been against sedevacantists for at least 5 years and probably more like 10 or 15. So, if Bergoglio lives another ten years or fifteen years, then what, Ann? Are you a “crazy” sedevacantist too then? Come on, be honest, what is the limit line? What if the next “Pope” is some screaming faggot? We know he’ll be a freemason already, since they all are. Are you going to accept the next fake “Pope”?

The truth is that the Novus Orco are just like the Anglicans, and the Mormons, and the Baptists, and all the other 40,000 denominations of protestants: fake Christians.

There is only one True, Holy, Apostolic Church, the same one that always was there and always had Popes and reigned unopposed, is perennially attacked by gnostics, heretics and fakers, and it is the Catholic Church. And as prophesied, it is now but a remnant, as we expected it would become.

All the rest, inevitably, invariably, inexorably, eventually, fall to the side in a manner obvious even to the fooled, the ignorant and the deceived.

Such has happened to all human Churches and such will always happen to all human Churches, for no human institution can survive humans. Only the supernatural protection of Christ has maintained the continuity, infallibility and existence of the Catholic Church. Even as the Eastern schismatics still, as the Protestants, outnumber actual Christians, they begin and continue to fracture.

It is indeed true what Vox quoted of 2 Corinthians 6:14-15

Bear not the yoke with unbelievers. For what participation hath justice with injustice? Or what fellowship hath light with darkness?

And what concord hath Christ with Belial? Or what part hath the faithful with the unbeliever?

Which is precisely why Catholics are not to pray with heretics and schismatics. Not in their fake temples nor have them in ours. At most, we are permitted to quietly sit by for the sake of decorum or avoiding a worse scandal, but that is it.

Do you see now:

There is no salvation outside of the (real) Catholic Church. For all else is literally fake and gay.

It is difficult to demonstrate empirically the difference that perseverance makes in one life, because ultimately the comparisons one makes are mostly relative, between different people doing similar things.

Despite this, over a lifetime, it becomes quite obvious that people who possess the determination to persevere invariably perform better in pretty much every aspect of life. So much so that if one could pick attributes o fB character, I would always choose perseverance over high IQ.

High IQ on its own can in fact be counterproductive beyond a certain point that is roughly around the 130 mark. It has in fact been shown statistically that people in the 150 mark tend to be less successful economically and influentially than people in the 120-130 zone.

120-130 IQ is considered smart by the average person but remains relatable. Beyond that, the smarts begin to delve into realms of thinking and processing that are simply not accessible to the average person, so they begin to feel unease at the 150 IQ person. Unable to track their processes, even when these succeed, the effects look like random madness, weird luck, or some kind of supernatural magic to the normie; and this breeds discomfort in them. As it would if you were dealing with a person whose actions and thinking you simply can’t understand. Even if they are benevolent, you hardly ever can tell if that’s a front or how when or what may cause their behaviour to change. That unpredictability, breeds a sense of unease and fear. Unconscious though it may be most times, it still has a real effect on the social interactions and hence ultimately all sorts of consequences. The result is that, as I said, high IQ on its own is not as indicative of a healthy and happy existence as you might assume.

Perseverance however, lets even mediocre persons achieve things that you might have assumed were out of their reach. The simple act of persevering is how you learn to walk, talk, and learn to read, write and so on. Those who naturally understand that persevering at a task is generally a positive will invariably have better results overall.

Those who also find the sometimes elusive balance of persevering in a task but not necessarily in the same way all the time will generally also outperform those with mere perseverance, if they commit to a long term goal, which is paradoxically harder for them due to their more active imagination.

A simple minded but persevering individual will normally go further in a chosen career than an imaginative one that lacks staying power, but sometimes will also do better than a persevering one with too much imagination.

The ideal combination of high IQ and perseverance is hard to pin down at times, but generally, Insee the main lack in others to be a weak level of perseverance. Especially in the younger generations, this is very important to instil, and I do think it is a teachable skill. It tends to be built on progressive successes and an older or more experienced person showing them that perseverance pays off. It is a generally lacking attribute in humans, so I probably notice when I do encounter it more than most, and it is an inspiring thing to see in a young person.

Saturday I spent the whole day trying to unblock a clogged up drain. Sylvester loyally stood beside me and helped with whatever scheme I came up with. Feeding long metal cables of increasing diameter down the tube didn’t work. Ramming them down the pipe didn’t dislodge much either. Not even when we added a water hose, and the drain was completely blocked for most of the time. We dug down to where the blockage was thinking the pipe might be damaged but the prospect of opening up a large enough work space made the idea seem quite inefficient.

I built a kind oh harpoon head onto the metal cables and we used that for a time and small bits of suds started to come out and a trickle of water started to flow intermittently. This proved the pipe was not crushed, or at least not fully, so it motivated me to continue. I then built a second harpoon like head out of a piece of pipe and we rammed that with a steel cable for hour. Eventually at 11pm we gave up with enough water flowing that a hose down the pipe would not flood back, but I knew the problem was not solved as I could not get the metal cable to go from one end to the other.

Overnight, exhausted, after I showered and ate for the first time since I had woken that day, fourteen hours earlier, I passed out on the couch for an hour then went up to bed for a few more and was up again early in the morning. The solution had come to me. Bolt together enough reinforcing bars I had lying around the farm to ram them from one end to the other as a stiff bar instead of a more flexible metal cable. And this I did while Sylvester packed his things for his trip back. The dozen metre long cleaning rod went through from one end to the other but didn’t dislodge the blockage. So I drilled a couple of holes in the tip of the first reinforcing bar, built a little piece of pipe with holes in it and then, pushed the long rod through again and secured the piece of pipe on the end of it; reaching down into the inspection chamber with my head and one arm just enough so I could push a nail through the drilled holes the use a pliers to bend it so it was secured.

Dragging that contraption back and forth and adding the water hose finally did it and lumps of solidified suds finally came out.

I then left the alien probe tied to a metal cable in the pipe. If it blocks again I just have to drag it through and its flared spined head will clear anything out.

Sylvester had worked alongside me the night before without any complaint and at times, when my own energy and inflamed elbow acted up, encouraged us to keep going, as did I when he got tired. It was a perfect example of men working together at a difficult problem. They spur each other on. In the morning he had a long drive and then a business meeting, so getting “blocked drain dirty” was not an option but he still helped as he could by looking over things or holding my legs so I wouldn’t fall fully into the inspection chamber while I tried to secure the attachment on the rod tip inside the drain.

When it finally cleared, just before he had to leave, he admitted he didn’t think I would clear the drain before he left. But I know he understood the power of perseverance, as well as being a little flexible in the approach. That sort of simple but a little disheartening event is what forms experiences that make one grasp at a visceral level the importance of perseverance.

I was predisposed to it from birth as far back as I recall, but I also know my dad had an influence in that he tends to persevere even beyond the realms of sanity at times. Hopefully I learnt to be a bit more flexible in approach, even if I see that my kids at times think I am crazy. But the first step is perseverance. Flexibility of approach comes later. First dig a hole and fill a hole a few hundred times, then we worry about the why and the how later.

Having a high IQ and a low tolerance for humans in general has allowed me to more or less succeed at doing what I wanted where I wanted, with who I wanted, most of my life. It is only now with small children and over the half century mark that I am applying myself to what might be termed “long term success”, for the sake of my family. Prior to that my perseverance was limited to personal pursuits like martial arts, hypnosis, my delving into various philosophies and ideologies out of curiosity, my studying of history, and so on, but these were all things I could run in parallel to my working life with little or no interference. I have chanced not just jobs but entire careers multiple times, have left jobs on the spur of the moment when an idiot “in charge” acted in ways I found unacceptable, and made everyone I worked for more money than they expect me to make them, without exception, even when I left out of the blue, I made sure I had achieved more than I had been contracted to do. And if they left me alone to get on with it, I usually performed beyond all expectations.

It is an interesting process to switch my perseverance from the imperative of protecting my personal, internal mostly, but also external freedom, to put it in service of building something that hopefully can withstand the ravages of time and be a base for my children, and in other words, be a basis for their freedom to be protected. It is not particularly difficult to do, just different and there are some different approaches to learn, but it’s a fairly easy process.

Anyway, my point is, if you survived the generic serums, the constant brainwashing directed at you from every platform in the West, the lies you were raised on, by people who for the most part bought the lies themselves too, the intentional deceit related to money and its creation and accumulation, the general injustice on Earth, maybe even the lies you were told about Catholicism and the current fake Novus Orco Church of Moloch, well… good.

You passed the initiation. You can now begin to become one of the people who knows the importance of perseverance.

It is increasingly difficult to:

A) Care even remotely at all about pretty much ALL the news. Certainly anything related to politics and politicians, be it their agendas, the supposed actions or inactions of this or that party or politician or their voter’s idiotic belief that anything they do concerning their vote will in any way affect anything. And of course the other news, os even more inane. I retain a mild interest in the war by the (((deep state))) USA against Russia, and even milder interest in the slow-cooking one between the same (((neocon dual citizens))) and the Chinese takeover of Taiwan. Mostly I’m looking to the horizon and absent mushroom clouds I return to my olive trees and gasifier experiments.

B) Explain to normies why A.

The average person is simply light-years away from understanding that pretty much 90% at a MINIMUM of what they think matters in their day-to-day lives is completely irrelevant, meaningless and fake. The things that matter are really few and simple:

• Can you feed your family and provide adequately for them.
• Are you prepared as best you can be, so that in the case of drastic events you remain able to provide for them and protect them.
• Have you got reliable people nearby that you can rely on to pull together with you in the case of said drastic events taking place.
• Chemtrails. Can you find a way to stop them, who controls them and apply pressure to end them.
• Food security. Related to all of the above but also to whatever inane laws or legislation might currently make your food sources less secure, safe and healthy. Eg. Cricket dust is not food and neither is American cheese that you can literally light on fire because it is essentially a plastic derivative.

The last two points on that short list are really the only ones for which one may want to get involved in politics. However, given the current completely corrupt state of Western governments (and it’s not much better anywhere else) achieving actual changes in those departments is probably likely to require armed revolution, so, probably not quite the kind of politics most are willing to sign up for.

There are other things on the list depending on your situation. If you’re young you may be wondering if having a family is even worth it.

Yes. Yes it is. And don’t wait. If I had advice to give my younger self it would be to make children when still in my twenties. Would it have been harder? Maybe back then, sure, you’re younger, more impatient maybe, you may feel hemmed in from your “dreams” but let me tell you, no dream compares to having children.

If you’re single you may be worrying about finding the right person. Don’t. It’s easier now in a way. All the idiots announced themselves.

If you’re a pureblood stick to purebloods and you’ve already filtered out the vast majority of unsuitable partners right off the bat.

If you’re now a mutant look for a mutant at your level (1 shot, 2 shot, more…) and that has comparable health to your own.

You may want to try and pick the perfect country to live in… but… no one knows where that is. Some idyllic paradise islands in the Pacific were turned into radioactive nightmares by the atomic bombs the Americans blew up on the most beautiful places on Earth. Africa was relatively free and lawless when I was a child and now it’s less free and in some ways more lawless and not in a good way. South America can be relatively free and lawless in a good way if you end up in the right spot, but no one knows where that is, and it can become a hellhole of criminality overnight. America is a police state run by Satanic gay pedophiles, but you might find a godforsaken hill somewhere in redneck country where you’ll be fine. Until they Ruby Ridge you. Rural Russia might be ideal, if you speak Russian and can get settled there, but the draft or war might kill you down the line. About the only thing you can be sure of is that the middle-east continues to suck; and always will.

So the point is change your perspective. Keep in mind what matters and what is just illusion and fluff. Have physical books. Find God. Pray and work and train and build and grow and learn and study and rest and contemplate the clouds.

Life is not what they tell you on the retard drool-box you have in your home.

If your heart isn’t pumping and you’re not laughing in the face of adversity, or cursing it as you fight against it, you’re not living, you’re just waiting to die.

Live.

I am not sure if it was growing up in Africa in some edge-of-the-world situations, or simply genetics, which given my family history as far back as I can find it would also make sense, but I always had a mindset that as the Romans used to say: Si pacem para bellum. If you want peace, prepare for war.

As I don’t have an underground base with submarine tunnel to other secret bases and laser turrets for miles and miles around my property, I invariably feel less prepared than I’d like.

However, given the last 3 years of observing average humans, I think I am probably ready for civilisational collapse healthily well within the top 1% of the planet’s population. In fact I am almost entirely certain I am within the top 0.1% of the population of where I live generally, as well as globally. That said though, my overestimation of humanity prior to the great covid revelation, leads me to wonder if I might actually be underestimating that figure. Possibly by an order of magnitude.

What do you think? If you woke tomorrow and the city you lived in was suddenly overrun by zombies, how would you fare?

If your city/town/area suddenly became an anarchic free-for-all where might makes right, would you be food, prey, or hardened target?

Most people who think they would be ok are in fact woefully unprepared. Even in London, we actually had go-bags. Which sounds absurd, until you realise most people don’t even have that.

Here not so much because in that eventuality we consciously made this place be more like the Alamo, and in most cases taking the last stand here would be the smart thing to do, as unless dealing with official military and air to ground attacks, the place is quite defensible.

But I do wonder. Maybe I am in the top 0.001 or even 0.0001% of people. Certainly on a global scale that may be the case, although the only ratio that counts is your immediately local one first and regional second.

Anyway, I am curious about the level of preparedness of my readers. Where do you think you are?

Prompted by a question on the previous Apocalypse Divertimento post…

What if it’s only bladed/hand-to hand weapons, no firearms or even ranged weapons.

Well, then… it would be difficult to choose between a tachi and a straight rapier. I know how to use both, but in facing another person with a melee weapon/s which could range from sword and shield to more esoteric items, it’s a hard call. I think a tachi (long katana in case you didn’t know) is deadly if you get a single cut in, but not as useful defensively perhaps. A proper rapier is, I think, hard to defend against and yet provides good defence too, and a rapier and dagger fencing combo is very hard to beat, so I’d likely go for the rapier. If the weight and balance are good I’d go for a straight edged one, kind of like a straight sabre but with a lighter blade. Otherwise for the more traditional epée, which has a triangular blade. For a knife/dagger, a decently sized tanto would also be something I’d think about, though the small guard on them, as on a Gerber Mark II makes it impractical for a dagger and rapier combination, so I may opt for something with a decent guard and dagger-like blade. A smaller everyday knife made of one piece of metal with a paracord wrapped handle would still be my main operating tool.

If there is no limit on the hand-weapons then I’d also have a hand-axe/tomahawk.

If you added ranged weapons but no firearms and no airguns, then I would probably choose a bow over a crossbow.

What about you, in these deserted wastelands?

A rather unusual article this one, as it seems to highlight a little discussed positive aspect of Nazism.

Nazis picking up on older concerns

Well. Who would have thought it, hey? Eat healthy and live longer and produce better offspring.

Did you know that already 30 years ago 1 in 3 Americans would die of cancer? And that statistic was related to environmental factors. A Japanese moving to America, after 5 years living there and eating American food, had statistically the same 1 in 3 chance; which he did not have living and eating as a Japanese in Japan.

Grow your own, wherever possible. And not with Monsanto Genetically Modified seeds.

So I got a question, based on my YouTube videos on my favourite guns, as to what I would pick if I could only have 1 each of long-gun, handgun and bladed weapon.

The bladed one is easiest. It would be a one piece metal knife with paracord for the handle. And razor sharp. Yes there are much fancier knives but this would be the working tool, and the most useful knives, when hunting, working or, in extreme cases even self defence are not huge affairs.

The long-arms we really need to divide into shotguns and rifles at the very least, but if allowed only one it would be .300 WM rifle with sum MOA barrel. If I could add to that a shotgun, for practical purposes it would likely be a pump action, probably the 8 shot Winchester. If using it for home defence was not a consideration though, aesthetically I like over and under shotguns of a certain quality.

The handgun would be the hardest to reduce to a single one, but I suppose a 6” barrel Ruger GP100 in .357 magnum would be it.

What are your choices?