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Put Not Your Trust in Doctors – Where Harvey Goes Off Jersey Style

I first wanted to mention St. Rita yet again. I have received more prayer requests and have added them into my novena. Again, please pray for my intentions as well. It is most appreciated.

Over two years ago my son and I came down with flu-like symptoms. This was February of 2020. We went to the doctor who ran a flu test and confirmed negative results. “It’s not the flu but we’ll treat it like it is,” he said. A few days later we were fine. And then the world ground to a halt.

I used to trust doctors. Anyone who spends seven years in school must know what they’re talking about. I even said this knowing about the Jesuits and the Legionaries of Christ. The minute they told us to stay at home and wear dirty cloth masks all bets were off. I haven’t seen a doctor since. I’m not just sucking up here but thanks to Ann Barnhardt, I got on the Ivy train early on and began to see a difference not only in my overall health (which was never bad) but also in my attitude toward modern medicine.

I simply do not trust a man who insists I wear a mask or pushes the death jab on me. And I won’t tolerate it.

Latin Mass parish, Nashville, TN (submitted by a reader)

Fun fact: Harvey is a pack-a-day Marlboro Man. I know it’s not good for me, except that it’s so mild and refreshing. And, it kept me out of Uncle Ted’s clutches so there’s that. I intend to quit one day soon. And believe me, you’ll all know because I’ll be a raging bitch. If you thought Bergoglio was on my radar before, that Argentine prick best be a-steppin’ is all I’m saying.

A few days ago, my older sister went to her doctor complaining of symptoms of indigestion. She’s 48. She’s also a fan of the tar. It’s just so damn smooth. But I digress. Yes, vascular disease runs in our family and whatnot. Still I think we were surprised to hear that she needed to go in right away to have a stent put into an artery.

She had the procedure this morning and is just fine, Deo Gratias!

Here’s where it gets interesting.

The doctors came in and gave her the usual “Ma’am, quit smoking for the love of God!” speech. And she was actually on their bandwagon until…

They insisted she pull her mask up for this convo.

And I realized just how dumb *most of them are. None of us are going to argue that smoking is good for you. However, I wonder if these same twits stand near a bedside and say…

“Sir, this monkey pox is going to kill you! For the love of God, stop butt blasting!”

I rest my case. Good night.

Seriously though, stock up on what you can. There are places where you can go. All things in moderation. Tobacco won’t be available soon anyway. But spare me the feigned indignation and false concern. I’d rather smoke a fag than listen to one bitch at me to wear a Masonic face muzzle.

St. Luke, pray for us!

Tuesday Musings: Now with that New Car Smell!

The temperature today maxed out at 111 degrees here in my part of Texas.

And I was just asking Our Lord to give me the grace to meditate on His Passion…

In other news, the gayest chest cold in history continues to steamroll its pathetic way back into our daily lives. Local news reports are screaming that numbers are up and everyone will die. Remember that these are the same people who told you that Joe Byron got 81 million votes.

Moving on…

Can you tell it’s a slow news day?

Shrine of St. Anne de Beaupré, Quebec Province, Canada

I recently watched a new Fr. Ripperger video. This one (in three one-hour segments) is on the virtue of integrity. Toward the end, however, Fr. wends his way into end times prophecies. I must read more about Blessed Elena Aiello; but this did raise an interesting point. Tonight my wife asked me if I would be interested in a pilgrimage to Rome. After watching that video, hell nein. but for a more practical reason I deferred my answer.

If the Mass of the Ages is to be completely unavailable in the Eternal City (as I suspect it will be soon), then why would I travel there? And why would I spend time and money to go to a general audience of an antipope? Although that thought intrigues me as someone who frequently finds himself in “impossible historical situations”, I think I will take a pass for now.

Perhaps if the Triumph occurs in my lifetime I may rethink this.

Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us!

Livin’ It Up, Friday Night: Coof’s A-comin’ Back Edition!

I love being right and I hate it too.

About two weeks ago I remarked to my wife that several things were both odd and imminent at the same time.

1.) Joe Byron (AKA: Tuesday Pudding) and his minions/handlers need something on the level of Spring 2020 Coof-o-rama Drama to re-emerge on a national level pretty soon in order to implement national mail-in balloting. They need this in order to steal the next set of elections.

2.) Coof-o-rama is totally coming back.

The next day I got a message from my son’s boss. Side note, my 14 year-old son makes me proud every day. He actually wants to work. He found himself a job. It isn’t much and the pay isn’t great but it suits him and, at his age, it’s about the best he’ll get. He has told me that he knows a man’s job is to work hard to provide for his wife and kids or otherwise to work hard as a priest who says mass every day and hears confessions for many hours. Love that young man. Anyway, the boss informed me that my son’s supervisor, a 24 year-old young man, had “tested positive” for the Chinese sniffles.

“That’s odd,” thought I… It’s late June. He didn’t appear sick when I saw him earlier in the day. Also, it’s late June.

Three days later, a friend of mine texted to tell me that she and two of her daughters had all tested positive for Wuhan Wing Wang. Of her two girls, the younger is 14 months-old.

Again, simply odd. A 14 month-old?

This is bullshit as my sister’s yellow lab Bates would say. Of course, he says it under his breath and in dog.

I immediately connected the dots and told my wife. First, why in the world is anyone getting tested for this nonsense at this point? You KNOW the tests are all engineered to report whatever the hell they want to hear. If you’re under the weather, take your viatmins, get some sun (remember it is now JULY), grab your Ivermectin, and get well.

Also, isn’t it funny how, after a lull, this gay virus is roaring back like a drag queen being pushed out of a library by a group of real men with kids? He’ll be thrashing and fur and feathers will fly but in the end, if we hold firm, we can drive him back to the pit of hell.

So today I came across the following news from Texas while I was enjoying sleeping in on my vacation in Florida. By the way, sleeping in doesn’t actually exist since I get up every morning at 6 for the Angelus. Fr. Ripperger mentioned doing that in a video. He said it is particularly powerful at protecting a man’s family from demonic attack. Who am I to argue?

Hide your wife, hide your kids!

So anyway, listen, don’t say you didn’t know. What can we do about it? Well for starters, don’t get one of those ridiculous tests. Here I’ll save you the trouble. It’s positive. There you go. If you’re sick, take your vitamins and get into the sun. I cannot repeat that enough. Don’t you dare wear that Masonic face burqa. Say your prayers. Men, triple your efforts. We’re in this together. 15 decades. Every day. It’s that important if you love your family. Live your life. Pray for the reactivation of your confirmation. in particular ask God to give you strength (physical and spiritual) and wisdom. GO TO MASS. EVERY DAY. THE ROMAN MASS.

The evil ones spell out their plans because it gets them off. Use that knowledge and make your plans.

Remember that the great saints prayed to live in our times. And here we are.

God bless us and the Virgin protect us!