I was waiting for my querolous papist brother to comment on the fire at Notre Dame. Mundabor is trenchant, and he does not disappoint. The visual signs of degeneration led to horror, to Frenchman singing hymns to the Virgin in the streets. But the rot was there. Our enemy deliberately set it.

However, to me the fire had a different meaning, one that has been resonating for almost two days now: this fire truly epitomizes the burning of Catholicism in France – where attacks on churches become more frequent – and elsewhere. In a way, it is as if Heaven had decided to send us a very visual warning: this is what will happen to your churches in only one or two generations, unless you react now.
The time is running out, and this generation might be the last one free from an extremely bloody civil war, or from the destiny deserved by cowards: dhimmitude. It might be two, or three generations instead of one, but you get my drift.
Meanwhile, a Country who has elected as his President a man clearly sexually attracted, at some level or other, to his mother, keeps neglecting not only its Catholic heritage, but the threat to its own liberties that is taking shape more and more clearly as years go by. A threat that will, likely, never explode in some coup d’ etat of sort, but rather boil the French democracy very slowly, like a frog. Those who love and understand history can clearly see a movement spanning several generations and lethal for both Western Civilisation and its matrix, Christianity. Those who don’t love or understand history will keep lulling themselves in their dream of pacific coexistence of incompatible systems of values, preparing the bloodbath that is, at some point, going to be the only alternative to surrender.
Forget Notre Dame. Catholicism itself is burning. Not by accident, but by design.


As Israel Folau fights to keep his job (Australia clearly neither has, or ignores, the equivelant of Section 14 of the NZ Bill of RIghts) Adam Piggot makes some trenchant comments.

There is no freedom of religion if you can get fired from your job and hounded out of your profession simply for espousing your religious views, but at least they stopped short of feeding him to the lions.

Adam Piggot, Pushing RUbber downhill.

Adam again, when asked about nations, sums up my position fairly well. As a Kiwi who spends a fair amount of time in Oz, I can confidently say to that Aussie that I’m not Australian.

We are indeed in opposition to God, and I will publish an article tomorrow with an excellent and depressing example of this. But to clarify, nations are not bound by common worship. After spending two years living in Uganda I can confidently declare that I have nothing in common with Ugandans nor their culture. And yet the vast majority of them are Christians. Can I then move to Uganda and declare myself Ugandan? Of course not, no more than a Ugandan can move to Australia and declare himself to be of my patronage. Which is why the bastardized concept of hyphenated nationalities was created; our imaginary Ugandan friend would have to be a Ugandan-Australian. Which is like declaring yourself to be a woman-man, a concept not unknown in this traumatic age.
I write to expose the lies and to seek the truth, a dangerous business at the best of times as nobody appreciates a truth teller and I do not possess a court jester costume.

Adam Piggot, Pushing RUbber downhill.

I cannot say this enough. When we reject God, he won’t be mocked. Even the Greeks, pagans, corrupt, and venal, knew that whom the gods would destroy they would first make mad. I can only advise what Vox Day noted today. Seek Excellence. This world does not.