The Sage in a Time of Change

The Wisdom of Old Men Has Been Earned. Is Not Just Bloody Senility!

Although lovely Holy pissing Ireland has always shunned bigheads and know-it-alls and have always been suspicious of thinking, up the country you will still find a great deal of respect for the job of teacher, especially as a job for ugly spinster girls who miss out on having children; it does not matter that much what is taught so long as she feel she can play a part in society and the subject matter is not too taxing on her or her students; theology, home economics, English, and so on.

In the cities, too, there is also great respect for teachers, although cities tend to be attracting socialist communist atheist teachers, with leather patches on their elbows, scratchy beards, sociology, and so-called "knowledge," all of which justifiably arouses the ire and mistrust of the true Irishman and lady who have little time for fanciful theories about evolution, deaconstructuralism, the Platypus complex, and the Prague Defenstruations. Is all too airy-fairy and abstract for them and leave no room for the hard, concrete, revealed truths of Holy Roman Catholicism that is essential to their very being.

Interestingly, this is also why Ireland have a long tradition and history of robust Catholic writers (I avoid to use the term "thinkers" because I know they would balk at being so described), who have done their best to stay the tide of intellectualism that threatens to overwhelm Irish culture. These powerhouses of decency (I am thinking of such giants as Kevin Myers, John Waters, Gay Byrne, Mary Kenny, Edna Kenny, Kenny Lynch, and so on) are like the brave Daniel in that book the Book of Daniel, who go into the lion's den, taking on the enemy on their own turf, namely language and thinking, but without compromising or sullying their own purity.

Now there is added another name to this star-studdled list, namely, the brilliant sagacious Desmond Fennell, who is writing in the Irish Times, that liberal atheist refuge of West Brits, Jackeens, Latte drinkers, and urban homosexualists. I am having been reading it regularly in anticipation of my return to Ireland as part of the process of reacclimatatingzing myself (I have also been standing in a cold shower for three hours, sitting in my car with the engine running while going nowhere, playing Swingball on the beach with a piece to driftwood, and making shoddy repairs to my guttering then throwing away €300). Thus it was my good fortune to read Mr. Fennell's wonderful article only last week which encapsulated in microcosm the core of my philosophy and argument about the need for a return to feudalism.

Mr. Fennell make the insightful point about how, ever since Western society decided in the 1960s that women should be educated and have jobs, they have got ideas above their station and decided not to have babies. Now, of course, I realize that this is nothing new: Ladies have never wanted to have babies because childbirth usually kills them and is estremely painful indeed (both of these, incidentally, prove that evolution is total rubbish); this is precisely why all human societies in the past have felt it necessary to keep women in subjugation and fetlocks: to make sure they have babies. The point that the astute and insightful Mr. Fennell make is that it was only in the 1960s that society suddenly decide to take seriously such ridiculous ideas as human rights and letting people have a choice about reproducing. And let's not forget that this was also the time when contraceptions was allowed, especially in Protestant countries. Indeed, it was the Protestants who started the rot in Western civilization, back in the 16th century. Is possible to trace a shitline through history of Protestant subversion all the way back to then, with its introduction of the printing press, mass literacy, education, human rights, enlightenment "values," the internal combustion engine, penicillin, all the way down to television, books, magazines, and the rubber johnny. I know! Is almost as bad as the Jews!

Long before the modern world and all its decadencies was invented, women was having babies left, right and center. Si, is true, lots of ladies died in escruciating pain, but it didn't stop them having children, and besides, what could be more natural and beautiful than the agony of childbirth? Moreover, like Fennell point out, Western culture must have been doing something right, otherwise how else could it have last so long and populated the world like the way, for instance, the Irish have? Even the Chinese, who have 4 billion people and a culture many thousands of years old, cannot match the genius of our Christian heritage. Indeed, with their one child per family policy, I think it is fair to say the Chinese will never amount to anything very much.

If we are going to compete with the filthy Muslims and countless Africans who, even now, are acquiring immunity to disease, starvation and drowning while jealously eyeing our natural resources, our women, and our SUVs, we must match them in fecundity, and this will require the return to feudalism I have been banging on about for years, like Moses in the Wilderness, in that book, Moses in the Wilderness. It will also require, distasteful as this might sound, lots and lots of uninhibited sex without the use of condoms or contraceptive pills or diaphragms or 69 or sodomy. If necessary, we will have to tie all the ladies in Ireland down and have sex with them incessantly. And before you think I am arguing in favour of rape, of course, I am not. This would be a big disgrace. No. All sexing couples must get married first. But I am sure that the Vatican can offer special dispensation so that Catholics can have a proper marriage the way Muslim men have with prostitutes. Maybe the Vatican might even have to look into polygamy: I realize geometry has never been their strong point, but someone will have to do it, if they want civilization to be saved.

So get the message out now: Have Rampant Sex to Save the West!

Humourless Chinese Live Up to Racial Stereotype Yet Again!!

Is NOT a Chinese reference, is a very funny reference to Mongs!!

I espect you have all seen the papers complaining about the Spanish men's basketball team making the slitty-eyes gesture before going off to compete in the Olympic Games in Beijing. Once again, the stupid mass media are getting the wrong end of the stick, and the so-called Chinese community in America is complaining about being offended. Typical Chinese! They are not having a sense of humour about anything at all. Besides, anyone who have ever been to China will know that they are all a terrible racist country (and filthy as well, with their coughing up phlegms and spitting in the streets), even to people such a myself who is diminutive and olive skinned and hairy. They think that their country is the best in the world (clearly none of them has been to Spain!!), that foreigners are devils and ghosts, and that Western food such as McDonalds and Kentucky Fride Chicken is muck, whereas their so-called food, such as Chop Suey, sushi, and Yorkshire terrier on a stick, is delicious. They are nothing more than a bunch of barbarians, no matter how many walls they build. Even the Irish can build walls!!

Is time, I think, to clear up this matter once and for all. The slitty-eyes gesture the basketball players is making is not a reference to the Chinese people. Is a reference to the 2000 Paralympic Games in Sydney, Australia. If you do not remember, the Spanish basketball team at the competition was kicked out of the event when it was found that nearly everyone on the team was not intellectually challenged at all. Normally, of course, having an IQ of under 85 is an advantage for an athlete and nothing to be sniffled at, but in the Paralympics the only way the Spanish team was going to win was by including players who could tie ther own shoes and knew which end they had to shoot the ball at (This whole event was satirized in an appallingly bad taste movie starring Johnny Knoxville called, I think, Jackass II.)

In Spain, this banning of our team cause a major sensation because once again it show that the Olympic Games and its various offshoots are an Anglo-Saxon Illuminati conspiracy designed to humiliate the Latin races; indeed, that is precisely why basketball was invented in the first place. Thus, in an act of defiance, when the Spanish basketball team come to play in Beijing, they all make a pretence to be peoples having the Down's syndrome, challenging the International Olympic Committee to ban them from the Games. Is their way of saying to the IOC, "Is this alright? As you can see, we are all mongs now."

Is important that the rest of us Latin people demonstrate solidarity with the Spanish basketball team, who are already being picked on by hypocrite journalists and officials from other countries who are calling them racist and prejudiced and discriminatory, when in fact none of THEIR teams have any mongs on them either. Nor do they even have athletes from other countries on them. So who is the racists now?

I am trying to get a petition going in Spain for a national day of slitty eyes, perhaps this Sunday. I am asking all Spanish people and people of Spanish estraction to spend an hour, from 12 until 1, pulling a slitty-eye face when they go to the shops or to church or to the local bar or to their brothel. Of course, none of this will not be a problem for my brother, Hornolo, who spend his entire teenage years making the slitty-eye face, he masturbate so vigourously. You know, dogs used to come from miles around, drawn by the smell of meat cooking.

Anyway, as you can see from my pictures, already some other athletes are showing solidarity. Here is the Spanish ladies' tennis team doing the mong:



Here is also the Argentinean ladies football team, very nice girls, even though I disagree with the idea of ladies doing sports at all:



Some people have said that this is a stupid idea of me and that I am just attempting to promote slitty-eye day as a way of self-aggrandizement and to promote myself. This is an absurd accusation. This is a really important campaign. Nor am I trying to deflect attention away from Spanish people's racism. But the real issue here is not Spanish people's racism: Is the persecution of innocent racist Spanish people by lazy foreign journalists and Spain-hating Communist Jews. And I am determined that we will draw a line in the sand (prerefably on the beach volleyball court), across which we will not let anybody cross. Ever. And if everything goes well, my campaign will be on all the front pages of the Spanish newspapers this weekend, barring, of course, a major national catastrophe. I will have a word with Our Lady to make sure nothing happens!

A Little Learning Go a Long Way!!

The idiot mayor of the Gallego town of Oleiros have built a statue picture of Che Guevara's face on a roundabout, using public funds, during the night-time so that nobody will complain. What a moron! As if he think people will not notice it now during the daylight. I know that the people of Galicia are not very bright and that it piss rain there all the time so that people do not leave their homes or barns very often, but surely someone will spot it on their way to remedial school.

Then again, I am not so sure, because this news was not learned until the Cuban newspapers reveal it. As you know, everyone in Cuba can read, one of the dangerous side-effects of communist dictatorship, whereas in Galicia everyone still depend on the priest to tell them what is going on from his pulplit. It seem the local priest in Oleiros is not up to the job. I have written to his bishop to suggest that the diocese take out a subscription to Granma, the Cuban daily, so that they can actually find out what is going on in the world.

In truth, whenever I see postcard or posters or t-shirts or Formula One racing cars with Che Guevara's image on, I always feel sorry for his family, especially his parents, who are being constantly reminded of their dead son and not making any money out of it. If you know your political history, you will have learned that Che was a nice boy, a middle-class lad with a good education thanks to his hard-working parents and also (apparently) very good looking with a liking for golf, fine cigars, and lots of hot South American pussy. And who can blame him? Then, sadly, it all go wrong. Before he is to be going off to university to study to be a doctor, he take a year out, like any other nice middle-class boy, to see a bit of the world, and what he see there make him think that the only solution to South America's problems is a panamerican revolution (panamerica was already having its own Olympics and its own airline, so why it need a revolution is beyong anyone's comprehension but that's kids for you).

Of course, then, he go to university, which is always a mistake. It fill his head with daft ideas, and like all students, he lose touch with reality entirely, even without the hard-core drugs. And in those days, the universities was still being run by the Jews (the Nazis in Argentina were still in hiding and waiting for the army to take over before they could breathe the clean pure air of feudalism). This mean that Che get esposed to Marxist atheist communism, Freudism, Jungism, pop music, and all the other ridiculous theories not mentioned in the New Testament but which are all in the Torah. Was while Che was at university that he fall in with the wrong crowd, always the nightmare dream of good, decent, hard-working parents. Che meet Fidel Castro and his gang of ne'er-do-wells in an existentialist underground jazz-bar dive smoking Gauloises and listening to El Greco and the Beast Poets, like "Hit the Road" Jack Kerouac and Woody Allen Ginsburg. The Castro boys fill Che's head with heady notions and also cigar smoke and mescaline, and they make the revolution in Cuba because Batista run away and the Mafia was too preoccupied with shooting the Kennedys.

In truth, Che was not a very bright boy, and certainly no politician. He have a big row with Castro, who consequently decide to get him out of the way and send him to Angola and Bolivia and such like places, Che believing he was going there to extend his beloved panamerican revolution. Which tell us that the exams to be a doctor in those days were not very tough at all, because Che could not even read a map. Angola is not even in South America! Is somewhere else entirely (Is in the Soutb Pacific, I think, near the Mozambique Islands).

So Castro send Che off with esplicit instructions to get shot and make a noble sacrifice for the revolution in order to boost Cuban esports in posters, shirts, books, films, photographs, cigars and cetera. Was very decent and noble and principled of Che to do it, without a doubt, but it demonstrate that really he was a revolutionary bear of very little brain. Is also a big shame, because a dulllard like him would have fitted in very nicely in El Generalisimo's army of foreign mercenaries: obedient, unquestioning, from a nice family, a sort of Tim-Nice-But-Dim, the idiot child of the well-to-do bourgeois family who normally get put in the church. Just think of how much money the church could have made if Che had been shot while serving in the Falange! Even today, crucifiction scenes with Che on the cross instead of Jesus would be massive sellers: There is a ready-made audience among all the liberation theology morons, and is a good way of introducing silly muddle-headed middle-class students (like Che Guevara himself was) to Holy Roman Catholicism (the One True Church).

What are you waiting for, false pope? Put Che on the Cross. You know it make sense!

And Yet, If You Squint, It Just Look Like Shit!!

One of my wonderful, pious, intrepid apparition spotters in America alert me to the news that Our Lady was recently making an appearance in Salinas, California, at the Old Town Bar & Grill restaurant. Our Lady was not a customer, however. No. She was spotted by a plumber in a floor drain! What could she have been she doing down there, I wonder? Has she taken up a post with the Health and Safety Department and inspecting sewage? Was she flushed down the drain herself by accident, after appearing to Catholic schoolgirls in the toilet cubicles? Or had she meant to make an appearance inside a cumcuber or pomegranate like Allah is always doing, but nobody spotted her and she waited down the drain instead so that she could be discovered by the pious plumber (whose name is not given but who I am certain is Hispanic)?

You know, in Germany, famous for it heretical sects, such as Protestantism and David Hasselhoff, the restaurants and churches have specially designed toilets which have a shelf on them so that after they have taken a shit, Germans can inspect their stools for any sign of Our Lady or a message from on high. Of course, they have never even once been privileged to receive such a sign, because they are all hell-bound schismatics. No matter how much they poke and dice their stools, they never even see so much as a hint of Our Lady's presence, only carrots, tomatoes, bits of pepper skin, poorly digested German sausage and so on. By contrast, I am reliably informed that whenever Saint Bernadette went for a dump, the entire convent was immediately filled with the scent of roses. And it wasn't just Glade, either. And when they inspect her stools, there was always blood in them, which could only have belonged to Our Lord himself or else was one of those rarely recorded esamples of stigmata of the arsehole.

Our Lady's appearance in California, which is becoming an increasingly Catholic country, can only be a sign of her blessing on this development. She make an appearance in the drain because she know that the most likely person to discover her was the lowly but devout Catholic Hispanic plumb worker. I espect that we will soon see many more similar such appearances of Our Lady in places frequented by California's Hispanic Catholic population, such as car repair shops, where she will no doubt appear in a puddle of engine oil; Fast food restaurants, where she will appear in grease stains; inside wealthy WASP houses, where maids will discover her on the inside of the oven door or in stains on the bedsheets; and at Morrissey concerts, where she will be spotted in hair gel or in tattoos. Is all a positive and encouraging event, because the more the United States become a Holy Roman Catholic country, the less people there will be influenced by infernal forces of darkness such as science, reading, Hollywood, jazz music, hop-hip, Cretina Aguilspeara, Brittany Spearmint, dwarves, filthy Jews, euthanasia, Anal Gesics, and so on.

And finally, perhaps, the philistine know-everything America will at last come to appreciate the pure, holy, beautiful, sacred home to all that is best and perfect and most wonderful on this planet. Yes, that is right. I am talk about Real Madrid.

It will happen one day, I am sure. As you can see from the picture above, even Our Lady wears our colours!