The RunDown runs down

The Wait for Trad Patrick continues...

'Tis Sunday Morning, and time to dissect this 3 hours of hot steaming mess. First off, I listened to The Christian Corporate State on Tim Flanders' site. In the 90 minutes one gets a good sampling of Trad Patrick's views on a spattering of topics. I could see Flanders grimacing in places, especially when Trad Patrick was talking about fascism and the Austrian Painter. (At this point, I do lose patience with people who are scandalized by anyone who does not regard those Evil Nazis as the worst fiends to ever inhabit the earth, but rather tries to place them in the proper historical perspective. They need to wake up and stop being sheeple; they need to patiently hear out the other side and then refute them if they can.) I do think I would have a lot in common with this man.

I can understand why Trad Pat might not want to show his face on a forum and perhaps he is targeted by the black helicopter guys. Well, I tend to think that about myself, and, like Anthony Stein until recently, I don't like showing my face on public forums either. In fact, other than an interview with one of the streamers at the Canadian Truckers' Convoy, I have not been on any streams other than the Rundown. But, at some point, from the supernatural perspective, there is really nothing to lose. Martyrdom, they say, is a ticket straight to heaven, just like that old monopoly card that said: Go directly to jail. Do not pass go. DO not collect $200. So, Trad Pat, blow off the fear and the "prudence", stick the proverbial neck out, leave all to the providence of God, and go down with your boots on. (And, quite frankly, I don't think 99% of the intimidators and pretenders out there with guns and badges would have the balls to pull the trigger like a classic stazi. Real life ain't Hellywood.)

All that being said, Trad Pat should have made his cameo phone appearance 10 minutes into the show, not at almost the three hour mark. Neither Trad Pat, or any of the RunDown crew, apparently, have the supernatural charity to realize that when you keep 100 or so people in suspense for two weeks advertising something that many were anticipating for months, you might want to be honest and up front from the beginning. It boggles the mind to think that a man who can get on a plane does not carry some type of phone whereby he can keep up-to-the-minute with the RunDown crew. It is also beyond credibility to suggest he is standing in some sort of line waiting for hours and hours to rent a car or get his luggage. I know the USA and Canada have become banana republics. But we are not quite Nairobi yet. No, I think I have been had. I think I have been strung along.

Meanwhile, we are treated to one hour of the most inane topics. I heard all about the Chinese Weather Balloon on News from the Pew. I expect that from News from the Pew. That is their proverbial wheelhouse. They run down what all the sheeple have been blathering about all week. So maybe mention it, laugh at how this is just another stunt for the goys, and move on. Next up was the non-conclave of Brother Buglioni or whoever this dude is. Ann Barnhardt also wasted a half hour of her podcast talking about this non-event. Meanwhile, in case you have not noticed, Louie Vecchio's site AKA Catholic had a very interesting post concerning the German Bishops' contribution to the Sin-odal Way concerning perversions against the 6th Commandment that reads like it came straight out of the pit of hell. For those of you paying attention, this is obviously Episode IV of the Pope Frantic Clown Show, and, you can bet your bottom dollar that this sickening cesspool of perversity is exactly where the SIN-od is going. Just another day in the park for the seat of the Antichrist.

You should have led off the Rundown with that video with all the dancing idiots- that would have stimulated some good conversation. While I do not foresee Plandemic 2.0- like 9-1-1, they never pull off the same thing twice. (Hint: WW3 will probably not begin with a surprise attack on the US Navy.)

I should also comment that Brother Martin during the whole show looked like he just lost his dog. I know what he is going through, and probably does not see too much of a future ahead, humanly speaking. But. as Our Lord admonished us on the Sermon on the Mount, we take one day at a time, and trust the rest to Divine Providence. The real monk is not interested in retirement plans or old age pensions. Those are for fathers with 10 children who have a homestead.

May I suggest that the RunDown crew all have a bad case of Twitteritis, which causes men to submerge themselves in the superficial and the banal and forget the substantial and the metaphysical. (Which is why so many out there think that Frantic is their pope.) This now being Septuagesimatide, I have three suggestions:

Fast from Twitter. Resist the temptation to check your statistics, posts, likes, followers, etc. It is not important. Your Twitter Feed is not going to save the world. It is just a cyberspace echo chamber where the Satanists can laugh at how they manipulate you with trolls and shills and useful idiots. (I am assuming, of course, non of you have the black-scrawning-mirror or the Disney Channel or Hulahoops or whatever, or are getting ready to watch a Stupor Bowl.)

Read up on Our Lady of Fatima and appreciate where we are on the timeline. Our Lady guaranteed that if men did not repent, various nations would be annihilated. All speculation on the "3rd Secret" aside, you can take that to the bank. (Or perhaps you've noticed people on dunghills in sackcloth with ashes sprinkled over their heads as you walk the streets and the bazaars of the New Sodom?)

Start TODAY to turn your home into a monastery. The first step is the consecration of the home to the Sacred Heart according to the form of Fr Mateo. Then progressively banish the New Sodom from every wall,every shelf, every closet, and every drawer. Get rid of every movie, every spy novel, every plush toy, every secular object. (Maybe not all at once, but do make a dent in the collection...) Little by little, have a house that St Benedict or St Padre Pio would want to inhabit.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us. You are our only hope!