Bring Back Web 1.0


Post by Charles Broadway.

This is a new author who agreed to post at my site who is always worth reading, Mr. Charles Broadway. His site is here if you would like to read more of his past posts.

I believe that Twitter killed Andrew Breitbart. Twitter is lovely for people who want to meet for a movie or ask your friends to cross their fingers for a big job interview. But Twitter meant that Andrew had with him at all times of day and night a little device that went ‘chirp’ when he was under attack and it went ‘chirp’ all the time. My friend Andrew could not simply walk away from that. So that’s another lesson I’m passing along from my friend Andrew: put it away. It’s important, but it’s not worth your life.

There is debate about what is Web 1.0 and what is Web 2.0. I think the debate is settled easily by pointing to BF and AF–Before Facebook and After Facebook. Facebook is what changed the internet for the worse, and everything that has come after it is Web 2.0. Web 1.0 was glorious. Yet, we speak of it posthumously as if it died, but it never died. It just lost its pizzazz in the popular mind as short attention spans have turned to social media to be made shorter. Web 1.0 still exists, and it is still awesome.

My first encounter with the internet was back in the days when you had dial up modems and American Online. AOL was the Facebook of its day. Granted, AOL didn’t steal all your private data and personal details and sell them to the highest bidder. They just made it impossible to quit their service. Facebook does much the same thing today as it was very painful for me to permanently delete my account. Now, you merely have to post something pro-life or conservative to have Facebook delete your account for you. It’s a bit like being thrown out of Hell. Be grateful that you got the boot.

With America Online, you had a walled garden with various forms of games and heavy social interaction. But beyond that wall was the Wild West of the open internet. There were homebuilt websites and messageboards. There were email list groups where you could engage peers on narrow topics. I found this open internet much more intellectually stimulating than the trivial crap on AOL. So, I embraced it. But it was still social which would prove to be a thorn in my side.

I can’t be on an internet messageboard without becoming extremely popular. I’m not sure why this is the case, but one messageboard poster told me that my secret weapon was that I had the ability to write. Apparently, literacy counts for something in the world of online forums. Various fans of my posts would actually save my posts to their hard drives and repost them again when they would be deleted. This happened to me often. I wasn’t a troll, and I used self-deprecating humor to disarm opponents. But I had committed the unforgivable sin in the world of the messageboards. I was popular.

I share these stories from the not-so-distant past of the internet to show how history repeats itself. My popularity would get my posts taken down by hateful moderators who finally banned me outright. I had broken no rules and committed no crimes. I just had different opinions.

One of the messageboard posters recommended to me that I create a blog. That blog would be my own thing which no one could censor or delete. My reach would be smaller, but it would endure. And posters on messageboards would post links on the boards to their favorite posts on my blog. The moderators would delete the links, but they would still keep coming back on their boards. But I was indifferent by then. I was done with messageboards. I was a blogger.

The blogosphere had a stellar run during the Bush and Obama years. That was a golden age for blogging. You had some of the most serious and intelligent content out there on a variety of subjects. Those bloggers brought unique perspectives and expertise to bear on the issues. Then, Facebook happened, and the bloggers felt some weird need to open accounts in the new walled garden of Mark Zuckerberg. I was one of them. I could spend all day crafting a well thought out post, but I would get a more immediate hit from the snarky one liners I posted on Facebook. Then, I would spend the rest of my time responding to people with more snarky one liners. The same skills that made me a star on the messageboards were serving me well on Facebook. Meanwhile, my blog became stale and overgrown with weeds. I had ditched my true love for a fling and came home with regret over it. I deleted my Facebook account.

I discovered Twitter sometime later. Twitter was better because you had journalists, political junkies, and Catholic bloggers. These people could read and didn’t mind if I posted a great deal. It was endless chatter for me as my blog once more grew abandoned. I had replaced the cocaine of Facebook with the crystal meth of Twitter. That addiction was much tougher to quit, but I did it.

Various people today like Cal Newport and Glenn Reynolds have issued their warnings about the deleterious effects of social media. You can see these effects now on various personalities in the Catholic blogosphere. One Catholic blogger recommends that you delete all of your social media accounts because they are tools of the Devil. Another Catholic blogger runs one of the best sites in the Catholic blogosphere publishing long and thoughtful articles from himself and others on various topics. Then, he soils his undergarments as he makes an ass of himself on Twitter with the remaining 23 hours of his day. The guy is a true Jekyll and Hyde character. Yet, he defends his social media presence as necessary to promote the thoughtful content on his website.

Should Catholic writers and journalists use social media? I think the question has already answered itself. Both Facebook and Twitter now represent near occasions of sin. I have personally had to confess sins connected to Twitter in the confessional. Let that sink in. And when you pray to avoid the near occasions of sin, how is this not a call to you to delete your social media accounts?

I have seen so many justifications by Catholics for their social media presence. The reality is that they already have a presence on their blogs and websites. That content is simply awesome. But the things they do on social media are simply awful. It’s like the Baptist who went to the bar to preach to the sinners but ended up driving home drunk and parking his pickup truck in a ditch. The theory is promising, but the practice tells the true story.

The difference between the blogsophere and social media is the same difference between a letter to the editor and a Molotov cocktail. The letter to the editor is more thoughtful and probably more influential. But the Molotov cocktail is more immediate. Why spend an evening crafting an awesome bit of blogging when you can just light people up on Twitter?

People will claim that blogging is dying, but this is only partially true. It is dying, but this is because bloggers are now wasting their time and their brains on social media. These people used to produce awesome content. Now, they produce little or nothing.

Andrew Breitbart had a nasty Twitter habit when he died. He would spend his days creating and running one of the best conservative websites on the internet. Some say it is still the best. But Breitbart would spend his valuable time in the evening fighting it out with nobodies on Twitter. He was a guy who couldn’t let it go. This was not good for a man on the verge of a heart attack. Yet, I see others making the same mistake. It may not create a cardiac event for them, but it does other forms of damage to their reputations and relationships and to their very souls.

Choosing to be a blogger over being a social media junkie is a good choice. Web 1.0 is still there waiting for its comeback like vinyl records and muscle cars. I think it behooves Catholic bloggers especially to make the move back to what was best about the old internet–the freedom to influence the world with clear thinking and good writing.

Remembrance Sunday


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I wrote about Remembrance Sunday here on 13 November 2013, this is part of that article.


In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!

Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields



The Message of the Double Line of Khaki; From the London Times, October 18, 1921

In Westminster Abbey, yesterday, General Pershing laid the American Medal of Honour upon the grave of the Unknown Soldier of Britain. The bright sunlight streamed through the high stained-glass windows in long shafts of light that fell warm upon the grey stone of the Gothic arches, upon the quiet people in the Nave, and around the flower-strewn tomb, and that lay in a cloth of scarlet on the flag above the body of the Unknown Dead.

A thousand years of great history stood silent within those old walls. Close by are the tombs of Norman, Plantagenet, Tudor, and Stuart Kings and Queens, of the priests, and soldiers and the sailors, of the poets and statesmen that have made England great.

As the organ filled the sunlit spaces of the ancient church with its deep volume of sound, there marched up the aisle, with bared heads, a detachment of British soldiers from the Guard’s regiments. As they formed a line facing the centre, an equal number of American soldiers, bare-headed, marched up the other side, and turning, stood facing the British soldiers across the narrow aisle.

Both lines of khaki, both lines of straight and young and clear-eyed boys, both lines of men of Anglo-Saxon blood, of the same standards and of the same ideals they stood there in the sunlight in that shrine of a thousand years of memory, looking straight into each other’s eyes.

Between them, up the aisle, marched the choir in their scarlet vestments with their bright cross on high, the generals, the admirals, and the Ministers of the Empire, and the Ambassador and the Commanding General of the Great Republic but in all that they represented, and in all that was said in the ceremonies that followed, there was no such potent symbol as those two lines of khaki- clad boys, with the sun shining on their bared heads, their brave young faces, and their strong young bodies, looking each other straight in the face.Between them lay, not the narrow aisle, but a thousand leagues of sea, the building of a new world, the birth of a new destiny for man. But as they stood there where they could have touched hands in the old Abbey which was a shrine for their common ancestors, they were so amazingly alike in bearing and appearance that they ceased to be a detachment of soldiers from two different countries, and they became a symbol of the illimitable potentiality of a common heritage that heritage of which the ancient Abbey was a shrine the heritage of the ideals of freedom, of order, of self-discipline, of self-respect.

If any words spoken in the Abbey could have conveyed a hundredth part of what that double line of clear- eyed boys said in utter silence the world would have been a happier place to-day. The old strength and the new force of a common heritage stood in khaki in the aisle of Westminster Abbey bare-headed, to honour the symbol of supreme sacrifice to those ideals in the Cross of Christ and in the body of an Unknown Soldier.

The service included this.

Kind of the cousins, who have always been so gracious. I wonder if they also sang this, which was new that year.

It has been a very long century since that last quiet August weekend of the Edwardian Age. It has been filled far too often with the roar of the guns, and the rattle of musketry followed by the sounding of the Last Post. But the mission has been maintained, it will never be won, although we can and should pray that it will be less horrific going forward. But all around the world, freedom-loving people have learned of the steadfast valor even unto death of English-speaking soldiers, sailors, marines, and airmen. We are proud of our part, yes. But we are equally proud to be your allies and friends.

Has it been worth it? The citizen of Ypres, Belgium seem to think so. Every night at 8:00pm since 2 July 1928, except during the German occupation in World War II, they have executed this ceremony, and when the Polish forces liberated them in 1944, they resumed, while heavy fighting was still going on in the city. While under occupation in World War II the ceremony took place at Brookwood Military Cemetery, in Surrey, England.

Just this week, our President presented postumously to Colonel Rick Rescorla’s, the Great Anglo-American hero of 9/11, responsible for saving at least 2700 people that day, widow Susan, the Presidential Citizens Medal. Col Rescorla was a veteran of the British Army, a paratrooper who fought on Cypress and in Rhodesia, then emigrated to the US and led a platoon at the First Battle of Ia Drang, in Vietnam, in 1965. You will find his picture on the cover of We Were Soldiers Once, and Young. . To quote Nina Bookout of Victory Girls Blog,

 Mostly he sang dirty songs that would make a sailor blush. Interspersed with the lyrics was the voice of command: ‘Fix bayonets…on liiiiine…reaaaa-dy…forward.’ It was a voice straight from Waterloo, from the Somme, implacable, impeccable, impossible to disobey. His men forgot their fear, concentrated on his orders and marched forward as he led them straight into the pages of history: 1st Platoon, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry…’Hard Corps.’”

I would ad that voice was also heard at Roark’s Drift, for both at the Ia Drang Valley in 1965, and in the stairway of WTC 2 on September 11, 2001 he was heard singing this:

“”Men of Cornwall stop your dreaming
Can’t you see their spear points gleaming?
See their warriors’ pennants streaming
To this battlefield.
Men of Cornwall stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
for the battle were not ready.
– “Men of Harlech”

He was last seen heading back up the stairs of the tower. More, including the president’s remarks, here.


For The Fallen

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Aquatic Endeavors and Kanye West


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Many of us have considered swimming the Tiber, some have swum the Bosporus, some, including one of our founders here, have swum both, looking for an authentic presentation of our Faith. Tom Raabe at Real Clear Religion has some thoughts on another aquatic journey. He thinks, perhaps, some Evangelicals [and perhaps others] might want to consider swimming the Mississippi.

Reasons for their aquatic activities vary. Some like the art and architecture associated with the ancient faiths. Some like the ceremonial aspects–the liturgies, the veneration of icons, the Eucharist. Some like the history that oozes from Catholicism and Orthodoxy, a history that travels through great saints of yesteryear–through Augustine, Ambrose, Chrysostom, and Gregory of Nazianzus–but goes largely forgotten in contemporary evangelicalism.

Church-switching among evangelicals has always been popular. It’s become even more so now that so much of the conservative Protestant world has fled so purposely from symbolic architecture and time-honored aesthetics, and has chosen to worship in big boxy rooms with giant worship screens, all-enveloping sound systems, and Chris Tomlin-wannabes singing from the stage. Catholicism and Orthodoxy certainly offer something different from what goes on in that environment.

But evangelicals interested in “swimming” to a different tradition should consider traversing a body of water much closer to home: the Mississippi River, on which is located St. Louis, Missouri, and the headquarters of the premier conservative Lutheran church body in America, the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod.

He has a point, several in fact, one thing he says, and I want to emphasize is that when we do this we are not changing teams, at worst we are changing positions.

Go ahead and read his article linked above, in many ways, I think he’s got some very good reasoning on his side, especially as the world looks now.

In another although related matter, have you been listening to what Kanye West has been saying? What he is saying, and singing, I guess, not having heard his new album (or any others), sounds better than what many of our priests, pastors, bishops, archbishops, and sundry other Faith leaders are saying. Does he mean it, or is he trying to revive his career? Who knows, but we are the people who believe in redemption, so I think it incumbent to welcome him. One thing that struck Kylee Zempel at The Federalist, and it does me too, is that he is confessing, no he is proclaiming that Jesus is King, and we need to obey him.

I don’t know about you, but for me, that is one of the hardest things about Christianity. Obeying the Lord. If he actually lives that, or even tries, and so far he seems to be, that is a very long step to Salvation.

In Closed on Sunday (Too bad you British let your LGBTQWERTY folks run out the best American fast food and a Christian company) he sings:

Raise our sons, train them in the faith
Through temptations, make sure they’re wide awake
Follow Jesus, listen and obey
No more livin’ for the culture, we nobody’s slave
Stand up for my home
Even if I take this walk alone
I bow down to the King upon the throne
My life is His, I’m no longer my own.

How many of us manage to live that way? If he can, then God is indeed working in him. And so, while I doubt I become a fan of his, I certainly hope we can welcome him to our fellowship. We’re due some representation in cultural matters.

Praise God in all you do.

We’re All Pagans Now

francis pachamama prayers

675 Before Christ’s second coming the Church must pass through a final trial that will shake the faith of many believers. The persecution that accompanies her pilgrimage on earth will unveil the “mystery of iniquity” in the form of a religious deception offering men an apparent solution to their problems at the price of apostasy from the truth. The supreme religious deception is that of the Antichrist, a pseudo-messianism by which man glorifies himself in place of God and of his Messiah come in the flesh.


Votive candles burning around Pachamama.

The last words of the Amazon Synod Document:

. . . we invoke the protection of the Virgin of the Amazon, Mother of the Amazon, venerated under various titles throughout the region.

That about says it all.  Bergoglio and his satanic cohorts have made a worldwide laughing stock of the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. And we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass.

Pope Doubles Down on Violating the First Commandment



Like most liberals when they are caught in the act, they say it isn’t a crime and then go and double down and commit a worse offense. Now the (Pope???) has done the same.

This is the latest from Barnhardt:

Shorter version on Rorate Caeli:

And people still defend the papacy of Bergoglio. I only scratch my head in disbelief.WHAT MORE DOES CHRIST NEED TO DO IN ORDER TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!!!???

Adios, Pachamama

Into the abyss goes the idols of the Amazon; Hoochie Mama, Pachamama or whatever you want to call them.

Thanks to Fr. Z for the link to this cartoon.



St. Bonaventure’s The Soul’s Journey into God: Prologue, A Commentary.


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Traditional Catholic theology is marked by its preference for Manualist Thomistic thought perhaps best represented under the lens of the pre-conciliar theologian, Reginald Garrigou-Lagrange. Naturally, after the Vatican II council, the dominate theological thought has been the Nouvelle théologie—a counter to Aeterni Patris and Neo-Scholasticism of the 19thCentury. The post here will not get into detail about the conflict between the two movements, but it’s important to understand that the shift and development of Neo-Scholasticism was a response to the Enlightenment dominated by skepticism with the introduction of Hume’s, Cartesian, and Kantian philosophical schools of thought. These particular schools of thought turned epistemology on its head and developed a “philosophy [that] turned inward…our understanding of the world…rather than coming to a knowledge of the object through the senses led to further regression of epistemology”[1]

The Papal encyclical Aeterni Patris wriiten by “Pope Leo XIII explained the importance of returning to the Classical model of thinking, “And here it is well to note that our philosophy can only by the grosses injustice be accused of being opposed to the advance and development of natural science. From when the Scholastics, following the opinion of the holy Fathers, always held in anthropology that the human intelligence is only led to knowledge of things without body and matter by things sensible.”[2][3]

In recent years, the Dominican House of Studies in Washington D.C. influence is growing in the younger Catholic academic circles. In some respect, they still hold on to the post-conciliar thought of the Nouvelle théologie of Hans Urs Von Balthasar’s Semi-Universalism and Henri De Lubac’s immanence of God being inherent in Man’s supernatural desire for Him; however, the development of the particular theology dominating these popular mainstream circles is the Nouvelle Theologie with a sprinkling of Thomism into a new development in the 20th and 21st centuries. The best popular representation of these positions is Bishop Robert Barron.

I have been naturally attracted to Augustinian thought rather than Thomistic thought. There’s something, perhaps, appealing to the notion of forms existing metaphysically in their own nature and that there’s an innate recognition of these things in the world. I’ve been musing over the idea of beauty; its role in axiological argument, and preferences being shaped by one’s capability to recognize the beautiful. Of course, I’m currently studying theology in a Thomistic setting where a tension grows by questioning of the said school of thought. In recent months, reflecting on what has been going on during the Amazonian synod in Rome, and being influenced by Neo-Scholasticism setting but still having a love for Augustinian thought, I’ve begun to read St. Bonaventure.

The words of St. Bonaventure are composed with the beauty and beating heart of Augustine and Divine Illumination and framed the Aristotelean thought of clarity. Pope Benedict XVI has experienced his preference for St. Bonaventure but being a proponent of the Nouvelle théologie I am surprised when reading St. Bonaventure that although he is Augustinian in his thought he is still very Aristotelean. At the moment, many are concerned of the allegations of paganism in Rome and the worship of nature and idols. By reading St. Bonaventure’s The Soul’s Journey, St. Bonaventure makes an appeal toward recognizing the vestiges from God’s creation to elevate the person toward God. St. Bonaventure recognizes that it’s the senses that moves the person toward God but being created in the likeness of God there’s light within us (awareness) that precedes the senses gaining knowledge. During my own studies of Thomism, I have thought that the idea that all knowledge coming from the senses is ultimately true, but yet, at the very basic foundation there is consciousness. Is this the same as Cartesian Cogito Ergo Sum? No. Descartes thought is one that is turned inward toward the I am of self; whereas, St. Bonaventure’s is turned toward recognition of the great I AM:

 In the beginning

I call upon the First Beginning,

from whom

all illuminations descend

as from the Father of Lights,

from whom

comes every good and every perfect gift.[4]

The journey for St. Bonaventure is a six step journey in the image of the Seraph that gave St. Francis the stigmata to rest in the presence of God on the seventh day. Bonaventure writes, “There is no other path but through the burning love of the Crucified, a love which so transformed Paul into Christ when he was carried up to the third heaven(2 Cor. 12:2) that he could say: With Christ I am nailed to the cross. I live, now not I, but Christ lives in me(Gal. 2:20). This love also so absorbed the soul of Francis that his spirit shone through his flesh when for two years before his death he carried in his body the sacred stigmata of the passion.[5]

There is no immanence within the thought of St. Bonaventure, the journey toward God is one that always goes through Christ Jesus, he prays:

First, therefore, I invite the reader

to the groans of prayer

through Christ crucified,

through whose blood

we are cleansed from the filth of vice—

so that he not believe

that reading is sufficient without unction,

speculation without devotion,

investigation without wonder,

observation without joy,

work without piety,

knowledge without love,

understanding without humility,

endeavor without divine grace,

reflection as a mirror without divinely inspired wisdom.

To those, therefore, predisposed by divine grace,

the humble and the pious,

the contrite and the devout,

those anointed with the oil of gladness,

the lovers of divine wisdom, and

those inflamed with a desire for it,

to those wishing to give themselves

to glorifying, wondering at and even savoring God,

I propose the following considerations,

suggesting that the mirror presented by the external world

is of little or no value

unless the mirror of our soul

has been cleaned and polished.

Therefore, man of God,

first exercise yourself in remorse of conscience

before you raise your eyes

to the rays of Wisdom reflected in its mirrors,

lest perhaps from gazing upon these rays

you fall into a deeper pit of darkness.[6]

Thus, after St. Bonaventure’s Prologue, he begins the journey by the recognition of God with the rejection of the Albigensian heresy that rejected the good of creation, St. Bonaventure points towards the good of the creature as a ladder that will lead the soul to rest in God.




[1]Phillip, The Affirmation of Real Objective Metaphysical Objects in Catholic Thought, unpublished paper, Holy Apostles College and Seminary, 2019.

[2]Aeterni Patris (August 4, 1879) | LEO XIII. Accessed March 17, 2019.

[3]Phillip, The Affirmation of Real Objective Metaphysical Objects in Catholic Thought

[4]Bonaventure, Bonaventure: The Soul’s Journey into God; The Tree of Life; The Life of St. Francis, ed. Richard J. Payne, trans. Ewert Cousins, The Classics of Western Spirituality (Mahwah, NJ: Paulist Press, 1978), 53.

[5]Bonaventure, Bonaventure: The Soul’s Journey into God; The Tree of Life; The Life of St. Francis, ed. Richard J. Payne, trans. Ewert Cousins, The Classics of Western Spirituality (Mahwah, NJ: Paulist Press, 1978), 54–55.

[6]Bonaventure, Bonaventure: The Soul’s Journey into God; The Tree of Life; The Life of St. Francis, ed. Richard J. Payne, trans. Ewert Cousins, The Classics of Western Spirituality (Mahwah, NJ: Paulist Press, 1978), 55–56.


Martin Scorsese’s film, Silence, explores important parts of Christian faith through the historical example of Japanese Catholics and European missionaries during the Tokugawa Shogunate. I consider the film’s lesson to be essentially contrary to orthodox Christianty (I believe conservative Catholics generally disapprove of this film).

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Welcome to the New Amazonian Mass

Thanks to Ann Barnhardt at  we have our first glance at the tryouts for altar servers and the new processional hymn that will be used.

Altar Server Tryouts


New Processional Hymn: Lyrics Below



Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see

So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
(That no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here

I looked through a magazine the missionary’s wife concealed
(Magazine, what happens)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile
(You know you can get hurt that way Daniel)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see
(What do they see, darling)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me

So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he’s so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don’t want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
(So, no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here

They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it’s smokey and it’s crowded, they’re too civilized to complain
When they’ve got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground
(What do they do, darling)
They swim and they fish, but that’s what I do all year round

So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t want to leave the congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no jailhouse, (shotgun) fish hooks (golf clubs) I got my spears
(So, no matter how they coax him) I’ll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb (so I think I’ll stay where I am)
Civilization, I’ll stay right here

Money, Money, Money


Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man’s world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man’s world
A-ha, ah
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It’s a rich man’s world

Seems like the old adage of “follow the money” is very appropriate for the New Bergoglian Church with an Amazon Face, a Climate Change Face, the Face of the Poor and the Face of the Migrant invaders. Distribution of wealth is simply one aspect to their socialist shill game. It really seems to me that it is a hoax perpetrated on the faithful of the Catholic Church and a ruse to garner support for the deep pockets of the UN and other Western European Governments to support their NGO’s and naturally get lost along the way to the people that they are going to ‘accompany’ or ‘help’.

Donations are down by the faithful and the people do not go along with this present regime that never found a popular worldly endeavor that they don’t support and seem to be able to put a Biblical face on every scheme that they conjure up.

Think about it for a minute. The Church took its marching orders from the Germans during the Vatican II Council which funds them by their huge Church Tax. They are by far the richest pool of Catholic funds available to the Vatican. Well it seems that this is not enough to satisfy the present occupants but it is enough to let the Germans get away with whatever they want; including heresy and disobedience. If only Archbishop LeFebvre had that kind of money he would never have been excommunicated.

Let’s look at the issues that the world supports and yet the Church in Her Teachings would never have supported. Isn’t it interesting to see the Church turn a blind eye to the Teachings of the Faith in order to gain the support of the world?

  1. The Poor
  2. The Immigrants
  3. LGBT and Gender Issues
  4. Women’s Issues (generally this means contraception, abortion, and women priestesses among others)
  5. Global Warming
  6. Indigenous People of the Amazon
  7. Socialism, Marxism and Communism
  8. Ending Capitalism and supporting the redistribution of wealth

I’m sure that as more issues emerge and the more the UN and other nations support these efforts, the more the Faux Church with the Bergoglio Face will find some way to get money from these folks, support that which is immoral, and hide the rest for God knows what. After all we have no idea what in the world happens to the money after they get their hands on it. Our charities give their money to political and social groups that are anathema. But the Bishops keep on appealing to us to support them. Why? Because even if you don’t support them they will get money from the UN from Soros and other political pots of money that the Govt. has set aside for doing ‘good works’. It’s morally imperative that we help these poor and oppressed people, or planet or what have you.

Sadly it is all about money. If you didn’t already read or watch these, please do so: