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March 18th, 2018

Papal Disasters, St Patrick and Faggotry

Here are two challenging thoughts.

The first is from Fr John Hunwicke, and it’s the best summary of the present papacy I’ve seen yet.

During the Bergoglian era, the two major disasters have been the shiftiness, accompanied by unbecoming bluster, in the area of paedophilia and coverups and cronyism; and attempts to get away with perverting the Church’s moral teaching by stealth.

This was prompted  largely by the unsuccessful attempt by Pope Francis’ supremo for communications, Mgr Dario Edoardo Viganó,  to manipulate the media into believing that Pope Emeritus Benedict, in a recent letter, had expressed unqualified and fulsome support for his successor. This was done by deleting  portions of the letter which tended to  show the contrary. Pope Benedict was  in fact declining to write an endorsement of a series of booklets published under the auspices of Pope Francis.

The second thought arises from Taoiseach Leo Varadkar’s St Patrick’s Day junketings in the United States. Today’s blog post by Ann Barnhardt is fortuitously, but amazingly, à propos. It says, among other things:

Saint Patrick’s greatest miracle was driving all of the faggots out of Ireland.  This was a key reason why he was recognized as a saint, and this was one of his greatest miracles.  “Snakes” is code for faggots – back when people literally did not discuss faggots and faggotry out loud because it is THAT DISGUSTING.

HE. DROVE. THE. FAGGOTS. OUT.

EVERY. LAST. ONE.

Can you imagine?  Can you imagine what a vastly, vastly improved world this would be if there were NO FAGGOTS?

I can’t discover where Ann got  the idea that “snakes” is code for homosexuals. But if by “faggots” (the American word for queers) she means  just militant sodomites and NOT everyone  struggling with homosexual temptations then she’s quite right. I hope I understand her correctly, but I think she should spell it out.

February 3nd, 2018

Varadkar Should Wake up and Smell the Gas

One of the most loyal subscribers to the Brandsma Review in the days when I was editor was Caitriona Connolly of Templemore, Co. Tipperary.  A few days ago Miss  Connolly, disgusted by Leo Varadkar’s  abortion campaign, sent him the following e-mail. I hope it makes him want to crawl under a stone and hide, but I fear the man has no shame: which is why he and his henchmen keeping calling for a courteous, civilised  debate on their plan to legalise baby-killing. They know that if the gloves really come off—as they should—the Eighth Amendment can be saved.

Dear Taoiseach…

It is most commendable that you today attended a ceremony to commemorate the unfortunate victims of Hitler’s atrocities. RTÉ news reported: “Leo Varadkar said it was important to understand how the Jewish people became victims so we can intervene when other groups are being victimised due to racism or discrimination.” 

The breath-taking, mind-melting element in all of this is that you appear to be utterly blind to the fact that the “unborn” are today’s victims, and you, sir, stand in Hitler’s shoes! The womb is today’s gas chamber and you are leading the posse to exterminate countless unborn victims.

Hitler had his list—Jews, handicapped, homosexuals, gypsies. Your list is infinitely more broad ranging—all unborn lives up to 12 weeks of age, the handicapped and those not deemed to have lives worth living (by some). 

Pro-abortion politicians et al. are today’s Nazis, so now, perhaps, you will understand how those Nazis who defended themselves did so. They were as unremorseful and as comfortable in their skin as you currently are in yours. But that changed for a good number of them, when the world held them to ransom, and their eyes were opened and their ears were opened!

You’ve been told relentlessly about the wrongness of abortion and the correctness of the sanctity of human life. So now—are you going to wake up and smell the roses, or will it be the smell of gas for you?
Yours faithfully
Caitríona Connolly, Templemore

January 30th, 2018

Leo Varadkar’s god.

A few days ago the world quite rightly commemorated the Nazi holocaust.

Fr John Hunwicke’s blog equally rightly pointed out  that today’s  “politicians and media gauleiters, who are so Correct when speaking about the Final Solution of the Jewish Problem, are poor and blind and murderous fools when it comes to the Final Solution of the Baby Problem. Leo Varadkar, an Irishman, elegantly demonstrated this when he chose the eve of Holocaust Memorial Day to commit himself to the great god of abortion whose faithful promise is I am come that you may have Death, and have it more abundantly.”

January 22nd 2018

The Wondrous Victory O’er the Embryo

My brother-in-law Alec O’Connor, who died last week, was something of a prophet. Way back in the mid-90s, not much more than a decade after the passing of the Eighth Amendment, he could see that an attempt to overturn the result of the Pro-Life Referendum was bound to come sooner or later, and that such an attempt, backed by powerful political and media forces, would be very likely to succeed. Hence His poem, “The Wondrous Victory O’er the Embryo” which I was delighted to carry in the April 1994 issue of the Brandsma Review.

The debate so far has been, in accordance with the wishes of Taoiseach Leo Varadkar, polite and civilised. This has been very much to the advantage of the pro-abortionists, who appear to have convinced a lot of people that they are nice, caring people campaigning for a respectable cause.  But they are not respectable: they weren’t back in the Eighties, and  they aren’t now. I well remember being told by the American pro-life campaigner Dr Bernard Nathanson, who had been personally responsible for 60,000 abortions before becoming convinced of the evil of what he was doing, that unless the Amendment were carried it would be only a few years before “you will have the same despicable abattoirs and charnel-houses in Ireland as we have in the States”.

Alec’s poem—which I regard as almost Swiftian in its savage indignation—is below. I think its time has now really come, and that it could push some wavering minds in the right direction. So I am asking everyone to forward it to as many friends and acquaintances as possible—to anyone with the wits to understand and the heart to be moved.  I want it to go viral.

 

THE WONDROUS VICTORY O’ER

THE EMBRYO

This Chansonette, to Be Sung or Recited in Schools,

Colleges and Places of Public Resort

When Erin Frees Herself from the Slavery

of Her Present Abortion Laws,

Is Dedicated Most Humbly to

OUR LEGISLATORS

Wake, Erin’s daughters, wake to greet this day!

Praise our astute TDs, the NUJ,

Our learned judges, all to whom you owe

This wondrous victr’y o’er the embryo.

Now condomless be coupled, Erin’s maids

(Unless you think your stud might give you Aids)

And should the flow’r and pollen haply meet

Fear not! An eager army’s here to treat

With suck and scrape and every form of woe

That enemy of joy, the foetus-foe.

Hun, Chinaman or Yank—it matters not,

Nor Britisher, nor loudly piping Scot.

With curettes raised they’ll throng through Erin’s doors

Praising with joy her changed ABORTION LAWS.

So to the clinic hie thy happy path,

To greet the noble surgeons with a laugh.

With Hippocratic oaths they’ll thrust about

Till enemy within becomes without!

Then, products of conception pluck’d away

You’ll sing a song of love the livelong day.

“Away to sluice, all embryos and zygotes!

Away all prattling priests and pro-life bigots!”

So, Erin’s maidens, greet this happy day.

Praise our astute TDs, the NUJ,

Our learned judges, all to whom you owe

This fabled vict’ry o’er the Foetus-Foe.

 

 

So: please cut, paste and forward this poem far and wide

 

Incidentally, Alec’s grandfather was Sir James O’Connor, the last Attorney-General for Ireland before Independence. I’m sure Sir James would have been appalled and horrified by what present-day Irish politicians are up to.