Hear ye, Hear ye! Ann Barnhardt is now a sedevacantist

Truly this year is ending with a bang!

You write a post wishing death by flesh-eating bacteria that starts at the anus… and a short time later Ratzi the Nazi fake “Pope” drops dead. Coincidence you say? Nah, magic fingers. But, first things first.

First of all, let me welcome Ann into the fold!

Welcome sister, here is that tequila shot I mentioned a while back!

Also, I’m curious which button you will advise your followers to push now?

You see, Ratzinger has finally kicked the bucket, so all those people who erroneously thought Ratzinger was the “real” Pope, because he had never validly resigned… well… they are now in a bit of a pickle. Since they don’t recognise the absolute Satanist Bergoglio as Pope —quite rightly, of course— they are now, by default, sedevacantist.

And Ann herself, has specifically stated in her podcast 101 (see link above) that when Ratzi drops dead, and Bergoglio still lives, then, of course, she will become a Sedevacantist, as canon law demands of us.

Whatever her errors, I have always assumed Ann is an honest person. Totally wrong about the papacy, but genuinely so. Which means that I expect her to follow through; and from now on —at least until Bergoglio drops dead— she will be calling herself a sedevacantist and acting as one.

And maybe, if Bergy the Oleous dies soon enough, she might go on to believe that, whatever “conclave” springs up, (say composed of “father” Martin and a few of his altar boys and so on) could then elect a brand now Pope she would consider legitimate because only a few years would have passed.

I mean it might be hard, because if we let the Novus Orco pick who will become Pope next, it’s quite likely they will make Bruce Jenner at the very least a cardinal if not Pope. And of course, Bergoglio can last another 20 years.

In which case… same question I asked before:

When is the cutoff? Because if you sit as a sedevactist for 20 years, how is that different from us, who have done it since 1958?

Remember Ann, there is, and has never been, a time limit to an interregnum.

So… down that Tequila, and have another for me too.

UPDATE: So, as per her blog, she’s doubling down on not being anything at all like the 1958 Sedevacantists! With a slightly hysterical tone to it I imagine. Because 64 years is TOTES different to a few hours, you see?! To which I repeat the question I asked her a few years ago in various ways, and say:

Tell me Ann, WHERE in ANY Catholic doctrine does it say what the time limit on an interregnum is? I have asked you this for a few years now. Where is the cut off? 2 years? 3? Well, we know it has to be longer than that because it’s happened before, so? 20 years? While you hope and pray Bergy drops dead before 21 years pass? 30 years? 60? When did we 1958 Catholics suddenly cross the non-existent time-line that exists only in your mind? And in what guise and why have you ignored the Code of Canon Law of 1917, which represented (and still does) the infallible magisterium of the Church back in 1958 and continued to do so certainly to 1983 when the “new” and fake code was put together by invalidly ordained, fake clergy, and apostate, public heretics? Do tell. We have asked these very reasonable questions for years now. Why do you have no response?

Are you going to share that tequila like a good sport, or are you just… wait… are you necking the whole bottle now?

I get that some unbalanced freaks with strong incel tendencies may well have been viciously rude to you about this sort of thing, but this is not about you Ann, or your feelings. It’s about the Truth. It’s about our Lord. So I hope you will find your way to it soon. And don’t feel bad about having been wrong. I was utterly wrong about pretty much EVERYTHING related to the spiritual realm of life for over 40 years.

It’s fine. You’ll be fine. And when/if you do come over to the sede side, believe me that every sede I know will champion your honesty and the steadfastness you have demonstrated over the decades. I know you’re not evil or a deceiver. But you are mistaken.

God be with you this day and going forward to 2023.

Overall 2022 was a pretty tough year for me. I got a pretty harsh version of Covid followed a couple of months later by a bout of pneumonia that saw me go to hospital with oxygen mask. And then another relapse of pneumonia just a few weeks ago, this last thankfully recognised and caught earlier, so not as debilitating as the first one, but still kept me off my feet for the better part of a month or so.

In between we all also had various flu and colds and I injured my back and got tendonitis in both arms, mostly my left, which is still not healed properly after 4-5 months.

So that’s the down side.

But there were some pretty awesome up sides too.

I almost got the house sorted in terms of fixing up all the crap the seller left me. I managed to collect a decent amount of olives and produce some olive oil. I had most of the property cleared. I certainly learnt a bunch of new skills, made some awesome new friends, who helped me in many and varied ways in a spirit of real Catholic community I have never even heard of before, much less experienced.

I managed to spend more time with my children and wife than I ever would have had I remained at my previous work in the UK.

And of course, our fourth daughter was born just a short while ago. We also saw all our children grown and make us laugh and feel awesome at all the things they learn and do and how their characters show themselves.

All in all, it was definitely a tough but also a productive year. Hopefully 2023 will be even more productive and I really hope a lot healthier for all of us generically.

My farewell to so-called personalities on the world stage, with appropriate zings:

Milo – The Gay Freemason is no longer the icon he fancied himself. After reinventing himself more times than he can count, he is, inevitably, settling into what he’s becoming. A fat, bitter, middle aged gay man that no one finds funny or entrtaining anymore. I mean… this was his 2022:

I’m not gay anymore! Ooops ok, I slipped up once! But no, it’s cool, I work with the other gay guy that says he is no longer gay, Gary, who also pretends to be Catholic, like I do, and is funded by the same fake Catholic as Emo Jones! But wait, that’s not all! No, there is more! I also sell cheap madonna statuettes on line, and on 3 am infomercials! But it’s ok because I’m a traditional Catholic! Oh yeah, and also Jewish. And… no wait, now I am an intern for MTG that butch looking politician woman, except… no wait, I am Kanye’s campaign manager, along with the gay small mexican, except no, wait, I am fired from that… but it’s ok because I am no longer Jewish. And now Andrew Tate has been arrested and thank God, so I can bitch about him since no one cared about my rants against DeSantis who’s probably a sedevacantist, and fuck I hate those actual Catholics! And oh fuck, I’m still fat. And loosing subscribers by the day. Fuck, they are gonna gut me like a fish. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Andrew Tate – I genuinely don’t know much about the guy. Several younger guys asked me my opinion of him and saying he is “based” or whatever. I have learnt when some internet personality is pushed on me as the next cool thing, invariably it’s far from a positive experience when I look into them. What I have seen of Tate was a short video where some journalist type was supposed to follow him around with a camera and record a day in the life type of thing. The video clip was shot from the back of a fancy sports car with Tristan Tate in the driver seat if I recall. And what I saw was Andrew panicking. Being scared such a day would ruin his reputation. Put him in a bad light, whatever. Frankly I thought it was a bit pathetic. I have been interviewed several times, for a couple of documentaries on TV for a book I wrote both in the US and UK, for a pretty huge event in the national news of Kazakhstan and China, in some newspapers for various things, and so on, so I understand just how the media can twist things to do a hit piece. But damn, son, don’t go getting all high pitched and teary eyed even before the camera starts rolling.

The other thing I saw was a few very short clips of him kickboxing, and given he is in his physical prime at 36 and I am out of training for several years, 53 and never been as ill as I have this year in my entire life, I would not look forward to a deathmatch in the ring with him, but it’s not to say I would necessarily lose either. He is a scared fighter. He’s scared of getting hurt. Vicious in offence and somewhat cowardly in defence. He’s fast and I am sure strong for his size. So I am not saying he’s incompetent in the ring, but I have fought fighters like him before, and I don’t have a lot of respect for them. For their attitude mostly. So that’s about the sum total of what I know about him plus what I read in the papers about his recent arrest, which I pretty much shelve, because… well, newspapers. Who the fuck believes anything they say anymore, about anything?

Somewhere along the line I read he’s converted to Islam and may have four wives and around as many children, but that could all be bullshit. I got a Belzarian (sp?) vibe from him, that other internet poser that had bundles of money and whores around him, and apparently it all turned out to be fake and he had a trust fund or something. Supposedly Tate came from poverty, in which case if he is a genuine multi-millionaire, the likelihood he did it as some kind of pimp in Romania is relatively high. He’s no computer whizz kid, and to make that much money that fast… shadiness is pretty much guaranteed. Apparently he was a big brother contestant and slapped some woman around on video and so on. I honestly don’t know much about the guy and he may be a total piece of shit or he might just have pissed off the wrong people, but either way, I am not going to spend more time on trying to figure out any of it. He’s a boastful prick, with bad taste across the board, and I don’t like the way he behaves in the ring, which tells me all I care to know. Good luck in a Romanian jail tho. If he comes out of it he may well do a reverse Milo: coming out as fully gay now and doing tranny onlyfans for democrat politicians while being owned by some gang of gypsies.

Scott Adams – aka Clott Adams aka Dilbert guy. This “world influencer” (according to him) got all serumed up with the gene altering shots then got all pissed off that it was the obvious bad choice and insists that no one could know whether taking the shots was good or bad. Doubling and tripling down on stupid life decisions is no way to go through life. His gold digger wife (who apparently wasn’t fucking him anyway) left him supposedly because she got cancer and Scott’s first concern was (according to her) “Oh so is this gonna mean even less sex now?” Whatever happened there it sure sounds like true love and a match of equals on the narcissistic scale. But Scott being so smart, he said his health is so crap now (but it can’t be the genetic serum shots he idiotically took against all the advice of people who had superwpowers, you know: the ability to read) that he will kill himself if things are not better within a year.

So 2023 may be his last year. And he also got cancelled for mocking woke culture in his Dilbert cartoon. But since Scott is too smart to believe in God, his genial solution to a shitty period of life is apparently suicide. So it may be that he will move to Canada, where I think they will offer him a complementary free drink if he uses their latest euthanasia service.

“Archbishop” Vigano – Blah, Blah, Blah. You were knowingly silent for nearly 60 years. Tell the truth. Call them all fake Popes and fake Bishops and fake clergy. Repent properly, not half-heartedly.

Donald Trump – Shut the fuck up. No one cares about your troubles. You cucked to the Jews you surrounded yourself with, you left the J6 morons rot in jail (morons yes, but not deserving of what is happening to them). You didn’t support Flynn. You didn’t have Fauci and a bunch of other terrorists dragged out onto the white house lawn and executed on the spot for crimes against humanity. You didn’t disband the FBI, CIA and IRS after surrounding yourself with loyal military men. You failed. And now you are selling fantasy cards of yourself at $100 a pop? Fuck. Clown world redux.

Fauci, Bill and Melinda Gates, Alan Dershowitz, George Soros, all the tranny billionaires and all the other pedos from Epstein Island – may you all die from a flesh-eating bug that starts in your anus and takes a week to get to your blackened spine and heart.

To all the colluding politicians, CEOs, “doctors” and “clergy” – May those same flesh-eating anus-first bugs get to work on you too after they are done with those guys above. You only deserve second-hand ass-flesh eating bugs.

To all the heathens, agnostics, atheists, pagan larpers, churchians and schismatics – Repent! Get properly catechised, baptised and join the One, True, Holy and Apostolic Catholic Church (ergo, become a Sedevacantist).

To all sedevacantist around the Earth – God bless you and your families every one.

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There. Don’t go saying I just hate everybody now!

Bye-bye 2022 and hello 2023.

May honourable, honest men prevail going forward. And don’t be pussies.

I have never cared at all for football. Or soccer as the English call it. Calcio, in my country.

I used to watch the matches as a child because my grandmother was a fan of Juventus and my grandad did not object to watching games. My brother and I used to sit on the small sofa behind their large comfortable armchairs and laugh at the funny names that some of the players had. Capello was a favourite one. It means hair (singular) in Italian. Zoff was the only player I sort of cared about. Because he was the goalie and as such not as much part of the unwashed peasant masses of the rest of his team. Plus he was very good. Yes, my noble blood always strove and recognised excellence even at a young age.

That said, the only other player I cared at all about from that time to more modern ones, was Zizou. Zinedine Zidane. I had no idea how he played but I saw an interview he did a few years before his infamous last world cup, and I liked the guy for his qualities as a man. He didn’t let fame go to his head. Loyal to his wife and children. From a humble background he didn’t become an arrogant consumer. I liked him as a man. And when he headbutted that rat-weasel-wop Materazzi I was sorry for two things:

One: That I knew it would always be considered a “mark” on his name, which I knew he’d care little about, as would I in his shoes, but I was sorry for him nonetheless.

Two: That he didn’t hit that rat-weasel between the nose and upper lip, breaking his nose and knocking his teeth out. Fuck Materazzi. With his sports ethics of a maggot crapped out by a rat-weasel.

The best came afterwards though, when Zidane was being interviewed by an Italian presenter, who probably originated from the same litter of rat-weasels as Materazzi. The presenter asked a question of Zidane that was essentially “How could you?! A headbutt! You’re a professional, the captain of the team, it’s the world cup, what kind of…” and on, and on, and on, he went describing how Zidane was supposedly obviously some kind of savage for reacting in such a barbaric way to a non-event.

I was fuming at the TV as the wop-rat-weasel blabbed on, and on, before finally coming to the end of his “question”, which was really a J’accuse!

I mean, I get it, for that presenter, whose sister I assume must indeed be a cheap whore who sells her ass in the back streets of Naples for a couple of Euro, it would have been a non-event to have a total stranger, while playing a sports game, accuse your sister of being a whore.

But for a normal man like Zizou… not so.

And Zidane’s reply was brilliant. I don’t remember it verbatim but it was along the lines of:

“Yes, I am the captain, yes it’s the world cup, yes I’m a professional, but first, and above all, I’m a man.”

It shut the rat-weasel up almost as well as a headbutt would have.

So that is the sum total of my football knowledge and “heroes”. Except for one more.

Pelé.

I was small when on TV they showed his world famous kick where he basically did a backward somersault to kick the ball in the net.

I never forgot that, although I never followed his career as I had no interest in football. But every time I saw a snippet of him somewhere, he was smiling and friendly and humble. He had a quality that I found in many Brazilians who do martial arts, a genuine love of the game and no ego, regardless of their skill. A true sportsman. And by all accounts he was, and he was also a very loving man who espoused the principles of loving others as yourself (if not more) very well.

He was one of the true great men of sports as sports was intended to be: a competition among men of honour and dignity, born of honesty, fair play, and a lot of hard work, sweat, and blood.

May he smile down on us from above, his sins forgiven and in the presence of a loving God I am sure he knew.

The amount of fear in the world has increased exponentially in the last 3 years.

We have gone from waking up and going about our day to various versions of waking up in a semi-constant panic/anxiety attack.

Some of us are constitutionally adapted to this and/or resilient to it to a level that makes us stronger than most.

Most people, however, are not.

The fear of being “cancelled” online as well as in real life has become almost constant.

Some of us, most of us in fact, probably can’t afford to lose our jobs. Some may not even have jobs anymore and are surviving on handouts or even government handouts.

The worry of not being able to provide for your loved ones if you have a family, or even just of being left alone and homeless for those who are either alone or have had to cut ties with the serum takers trying to push the genetic modification on you, is real, and of course unlikely to go away due to a few words you read on a stranger’s blog.

But read these words nonetheless. In them you may find solace after all. They are snippets of life, wisdom (if you can call it that), and experience I have learnt that is about as absolute and true as I have been able to find in my 53 years on this Earth. Not all of these things will resonate, apply or be possible for you. But I think at least one or three will. I say this with some confidence because I have lived a rather unusual life and at various times been an atheist, an agnostic, a somewhat zen shintoist-agnostic, briefly a Deist, and now a hardcore Catholic (which means Sedevacantist, as we are the only actual catholics left), which came about in a real road to Damascus moment.

If you’re thinking “Well, this guy is unreliable! Changes his mind too much!”

Well… you’d be wrong, but given that today’s average attention span is about six seconds, I can see why you might think that.

The reality is that while my model of the world and how it works and what is the best approximation of the ultimate truth and reality that I can comprehend has continually upgraded, my ethics as such have changed very little.

I still believe pedophiles and those responsible for the deaths of thousands if not millions of people deserve to be burnt at the stake.

I still think stealing and lying is wrong.

I still believe in justice. And that often has very little to do with the so-called law.

And those are the important parts, really, but of course, my thoughts on many things have evolved and grown, and only a complete idiot would say otherwise.

I have learnt at a fairly young age that pretty much everything you are told and you think happened in the past, as far as human history goes, is a pack of lies. But even I was surprised by two things:

1) The real extent of the lies. It is truly, astronomically, monumental. Paradoxically, this fact fits very well with the Catholic belief that we live on a planet that is under the dominion of the father of lies. You really have no idea how deep and pervasive the lies are and have always been.

2) The utter stupidity and zombie-like attitude of “following the crowd” that the very vast majority of human beings has. And trust me I was no great believer in humanity to begin with. I had concluded with absolute certainty by age 26 that the very vast majority of humanity was composed of idiotic monkeys that were no better than chimps, and often far worse than actual chimps. But the sheer absolute retardation I have seen on display from everyone ranging from supposedly intelligent, strong, well-read people, to old friends, and even family, has made me realise that Professor Cipolla’s first law of human stupidity (we always underestimate the number of idiots) is not only correct, but vastly more correct than I could have ever guessed.

The corollary to all this is that precisely because so many people are idiots, it has been extremely easy to make them even stupider and more malleable over the last century or so, and as a result, we, the thinking few, are surrounded by a sea of cretinous mouth-breathers with less agency than amoebas.

And I admit, that IS a scary thought. Not for me so much, I have had decades of practice at living surrounded by idiocy, incompetence and lies, but I fear for my children. And yours. Especially since chances are, even most of those reading this are probably still on the idiot spectrum, and nowhere near as close to the edge of intelligence as they fancy themselves. Which means their poor kids are probably just as screwed.

But the things is, dumb or not, even the ruminant-like retards, if they only could stop being afraid, would be useful.

People who are unafraid speak their mind, and act, mostly, in a natural manner, and nature, though wild, is usually right at least at some fundamental levels.

If everyone had just said “No, fuck you.” To the jab, to “equality”, to “diversity”, to trannies and pedos, to feminism, and public homosexuality, and gay fake “marriage”, and all the other degenerate behaviour we have now descended into, we would not be living in this dystopian clown world.

But most people ARE afraid.

But you know what happens if you stop being afraid and you just go about your day normally and don’t take the nonsense they are handing out? Most of the time, absolutely nothing. Because THEY are afraid.

I have interacted with everything from government officials, military personnel, police, work colleagues, employers, employees, strangers, shop keepers, the vaxxed and the purebloods, and everything in between.

And when I charge in with some of my beliefs, blatantly and unequivocally, I have met pushback precisely once after hundreds if not thousands of interactions. And the pushback was really, really mild. One moron insisting he got vaxxed “to protect his family”. That was it. He didn’t even raise his voice.

But I get it. Not everyone is built like me. But even so, do you NEED to be afraid? No. You do not.

And here are some bullet points I have learned at various points in my life (not in chronological order).

• Pray. Try this, even if you are an atheist. After all, what you got to lose? Try it. And see if it doesn’t work. But give it a good try, a real one. Not a fake, sarcastic, shitty, fake “try”.

• If you live in a country where you are able to, purchase, train in and learn to use a firearm. For the secular-minded especially, this may give peace of mind more than you know. I met a guy not long ago who had been assaulted in his own home and had his wife and child molested at gunpoint. He went from a pacifist type to armed to the teeth overnight. And like my dad always said: better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Train. Be safe. Learn. Don’t be an idiot with a gun. Be someone that respects firearms and treats them properly and responsibly.

• If you have the inclination, study Catholicism and its history and why there were so many men and women and even children, willing to die rather than deny Jesus Christ. And learn why the Novus Ordo “Catholicism” is a Satanic inversion. If you want to save time, you can read either Believe! Or RTCC, or both, as I compiled a lot of information there that has been useful not just to me but to over a hundred people from all walks of life that have since converted to Sedevacantism. Not because I am so great, but because they found out the truth and checked it out for themselves once they read it in my books.

• Stop. Sit if you need to. Close your eyes in a quiet place. And feel the tension in your body. Tension is anxiety. Anxiety is fear. Fear is tension. Let it go. Consciously breathe deep and slow and force your muscles to relax.

• Realise consciously that as you go through your day, whether you have tension and fear inside you or not, affects every interaction you have. Subconsciously everyone picks up on fear. It’s part of our lizard brain. It’s a biological inbuilt survival system. Stop being afraid for the next interaction and notice the difference. Notice how smiling comes easier. Notice how actually paying attention matters.

• Pay attention. To everything. Like a child does, not like a paranoid secret agent on the run. Notice the trees. The wind. The clouds. The old man with the dog. Notice the fear in all the other people around you. Notice the insects. The birds in the sky. Listen to your child. Observe him or her. Be in their world.

• If you are young, join a martial art club. Or if that is really not for you (how do you know unless you really try it first?) pick something. Ideally a sport. But if not that then an art form. Painting, drawing, sculpting, playing an instrument, and become good at it. Or do both, a sport and an art form. Work at it. Become good at it.

• If you are old(er), do it too anyway. What you worried about, going to your grave with a perfect body with no scars? And even if so, you can still learn some form of art. Not fake post-modern, demonic crap. Actual art. Pick up some watercolours. Buy a guitar, a flute, a harmonica. Get a notepad and a pencil. Start. Devote time to it. Get good at it. Work harder and faster at it. You have a lot more responsibilities and people to take care of, and pay attention to, and a lot less time than the youngsters, so move your ass!

• Love. Love God. Send Him love. Send it to the sky, the air, the grass, the trees, the little bugs, your cat, your dog, and most of all the people in your life. Use reason so as not to confuse lust and love, or pity and love, or any other thing and love, sure, but when you do love, love truly. Love fully. Throw your whole self into it. And if it blows up in your face, read the poem If, by Rudyard Kipling. And do as it says. It’s the only way to be.

• Read. Read physical books, not just kindle stuff. If you can’t afford to buy them find a library. Read. Read instead of watch tv. Read instead of browse the net. Read a book instead of this or other blogs. Read! Trust me, if you do this and you read through your life, and you make it a habit, it will help you more than you can guess.

• If you can, buy some land, a house, whatever you can afford, in a rural area far from cities. Don’t get deluded, farming and living off-grid is very hard and not easy at all. But nothing worthwhile is easy. Plan, work, and do. Every day do a bit more to be able to live that way as soon as you can. And try and do this in a place where at least some of the people see things as you do for the most part. And make friends with them.

• Learn about natural ways to heal disease. Remember that all medicine that actually works came from plants or animals in the first place.

• Practice thinking how you will react to different adversity without getting tense or anxious about it. This takes training and good self-observation to do.

• Know one day you will die. Prepare your will. Have your things in order. No one gets out alive. But how you go out, you may get a say in it if circumstance or luck is with you. If you have that good fortune, make it count. Make it good. Make it something your progeny will talk about with pride for generations to come.

But above all, friend, whoever you are, however smart, dumb, rich, poor, lonely or smothered by family and friends you might be, sick or healthy, happy or sad, above all, be unafraid.

Everyone dies in the end, so run your race and do your best, but for all that is good, and holy and true, and beautiful, stop being afraid.

We are not given to a spirit of fear.

So don’t be.

Stand.

Walk straight. And if your body is bent and broken, don’t let your mind and your soul be.

Look up. Be upright. Be up.

God be with you. God is with you. You just got to see and be with Him too.