The "Crisis" in Holy Mother Church and the New Sodom is reaching a terrifying, terminal phase. The World is racing pell mell towards the chastisements threatened by Our Lady at Fatima- War, Famine, and Persecution of the Holy Father. Little Jacinta saw the Holy Father in a church with an enraged mob outside. "Pope Francis"? Who is to say exactly? Will the Cardinals, Satanic Pederasts that they are, place a Saint, or at least a Reformer, on the Holy Seat? Will he have to flee the enraged Trannies? While this Wolf does not think such a scenario likely, the second part of Little St Jacinta's vision has always perplexed him. Not the first, mind you: "Don't you see all those roads and fields full of people, crying because they have nothing to eat?" Many say that vision describes the flight of the French in 1940 as the German invaders blitzed across their country. But the French did not experience massive starvation. No, rather that vision fits our day to a tee, when millions upon millions have no survival skills or knowledge and are completely dependent upon Clown World for their Daily Bread. Some time ago this Wolf was commenting about that to one of the Industrial Sheeple. "Yes," he opined. "Civilization is Three Days from the Jungle."
Today's "Civilization" is a Jungle. This Wolf interacts with civilization twice a week at most. What he sees at Amish Markets and Outlets is bad enough. He cannot even imagine what even the smaller cities must look like by now. The current miasma is being fueled by government grants and subsidies to everybody from Trailer Trash to "College Students" to Media Corporations to Transportation Companies. And meanwhile, the Trannies are invading everything. They appear to be the final Shock Troops anticipating the appearance of the Antichrist, who will dominate "Social Media". (A massive operation has apparently been launched in England. People are being penalized for analyzing and commenting on a Disinformation Campaign designed to destabilize the country. The final classes of Sheeple Training Academy apparently are now in session.)
The Religious Landscape is no prettier. Anne Barnhardt has apparently lost the plot. She has a great missive on Chuckie Vigano Ecommunication Theatre, where she tells us the painfully obvious, while at the same time going off to Bogus Ordo "Adoration" to "Spend Time with Our Lord". Sorry Anne, but while you sit before the Cookie, you might want to "Rattle your Beads" and contemplate Our Lady of Fatima rather than the Great Apostasy. And the Rundown Crew has apparently checked out. Just more shills running for their holes before the curtain comes down... or, rather, goes up. This Wolf checked in at the "National Shrine of The Divine Mercy" to hear a clueless priest talk as though Pius XII was still Unhappily Reigning. The Bogus Ordo seems to be all about finding consolation for our personal problems and sufferings, rather than discussing the landscape of the New Sodom. Meanwhile, they tell us "that the church has always had problems". Yes, like a group of Rabid Trannies storming a Funeral Mass at a Cathedral in New York City while a "priest in good standing" sits blissfully by, allowing the most sacrilegious blasphemy imaginable to be spewed forth from a pulpit in his "sanctuary".
This Wolf has become convinced that the "World Wide Web" is exactly that. Just a place to ensnare the Sheeple and keep them glued to their screens and phones. Intelligent commentary is becoming as rare on the web as daisies in January. The internet is now a bewildering morass of shills, chatbots, "artificial intelligence", Operation Mockingbird Psy-Ops, and clueless trolls. Having an intelligent conversation on a JooToob chat has become well nigh impossible amid a flood of emojis and IRC slang acronyms. The World Online is the Happy Hunting Ground of the Intelligence Agencies, Pederasts, and Scammers. The Internet has succeeded in isolating people from their families and friends. The Sheeple now spend virtually all their waking- and many hours when they should be sleeping- fixated to their phones and their big, big screens. When the Lights go Out and the Pumps Stop, these Sheeple are going to be hit like a Tsunami in Martha's Vineyard.
Today is the Feast of the Assumption. An appropriate meditation for the day is the Resurrection of the Body. We shall all have a glorified body not subject to decay, which will be completely subject to the will, and not prone to exalt in the most loathsome motions and vile temptations of a fallen world. The Gnostics think the Body is Evil, the Hedonists think the Body is the gateway to Nirvana. The Sober Christian sees the body as a primary impediment to the Lasting Joys of the Spiritual Order, which can be enjoyed even on this Earth.
The Expressway to those Spiritual Joys is Devotion to the Immaculate Heart. Not the sterile Divine Mercy, which this Wolf sees as nothing more than an abomination- the Gateway to Sugar Daddy God who cannot possibly send anybody to Hell. And meanwhile we are bombarded by current visions and "apparitions". But this Wolf thinks that, for this wicked generation, just as for those in time of Our Lord- no sign will be given it. A sign was given to us- Our Lady of Fatima. The "Church" has mocked her. The World has ignored her. In the Gospels, Our Lord says: "And thou Capharnaum, shalt thou be exalted up to heaven? Thou shalt go down even unto hell. For if in Sodom had been wrought the miracles that have been wrought in thee, perhaps it had remained unto this day... it shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom in the day of judgment, than for thee. ...had the mighty works that have been wrought in you [been wrought in them], they would have done penance long ago, sitting in sackcloth and ashes." Just imagine what this Son will say to a Church who has ignored and humiliated His Sorrowful Mother.
They used to say that Where Peter is, there is the Church. Well, Peter is at the side of Our Lady- he is most certainly not in Rome. But the Shills, Trolls, and Utterly Clueless continue to state the obvious as though they are still dumbfounded by the fact, rather than resolving to do something about it. And what we do is what Catholics have always done, live piously and modestly in this world, while having nothing to do with its vile pastimes. Every minute is a precious gift from Eternity. Let us resolve to spend them Beseeching Our Lady of Sorrows to "Pray for us now, and at the Hour of Our Death."
The Rundown isn’t funny or fun loving anymore. I could do without it.