ANOTHER “RUNNER FROM HOME” RUNNING WITH THE SCHIMATIC HERETIC EXCOMMUNICATED AND RESIGNED FROM THE CLERICAL STATE ALESSANDRO MINUTELLA

Anyone despite the sentence given on them by the Church, listen to Mass and receive the sacraments from Mr. Minutella and by the priests who followed him, falling into the crime of heresy and schism, falls into sin and sins grievously, because the Church has hit them with a sentence.

 

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Members of ancient historical orders they have always lived with discomfort and suffering for deviations and betrayals of the doctrine of the faith of some of their members, especially when they slip into heresy and schism.

Just looking at recent times: the Benedictines had the case of Giovanni Franzoni, the Franciscans the case of Leonard Boff, the Jesuits the striking case of Alighiero Tondi. All historical orders and congregations have had some of their members who have caused problems by deviating from the doctrine of the faith or generated public scandals. All regret and pain, undoubtedly, but at the same time it shouldn't even arouse excessive amazement, just think of the betrayal of Judas Iscariot.

As in the best families, it may happen that some children are endowed with the best human and moral capacities, while one, albeit born of the same parents and educated like everyone else, instead take the wrong paths, sometimes even bad.

This is the case of the Dominican priest Vincenzo Avvinti, who after various problems generated within the Order of Preachers was hit by the extreme measure of dismissal - read expulsion - from our Religious Family. I won't dwell on the reasons, not because he can't, but just because I don't want to. In fact, I would like it to be clear that for me it is an enormous pain that a priest whom I personally met years ago and whom I respected so much for his human and intellectual caliber, have now taken this step.

Unfortunately, this former confrere of ours he has decided to add damage to damage and evil to evil by following the schismatic heretic excommunicated e dismissed from the clerical state Alessandro Minutella.

I think it is right to inform about it both our Readers and members of the Dominican Secular Third Order, making present to one and the other what St. Thomas Aquinas said in the question n. 82 which for years has been distorted and manipulated by Mr. Minutella:

«And therefore whoever hears their Mass or receives the Sacraments from them commits a sin. (And therefore anyone who hears their Mass or receives the Sacraments from them sinsi) [see Latin and Italian text WHO].

Because I say that he has been twisting and manipulating this for years question? For the simple fact that, as usual, he cuts pieces out of their context and presents them making them say what they don't say. Indeed, this passage he quoted as a mantra, is preceded by the part where it says:

«It differs, however, between the aforesaid sects. For the heretics and schismatics were excommunicated by the decision of the Church by the execution of consecration to private persons» (However, there are some differences between these categories. Indeed the heretics, the schismatics and the excommunicated are deprived of the exercise of their powers by a sentence of the Church).

This is precisely the question. Mr. Minutella, with him also the former member of the Order of Preachers Vincenzo Avvinti, they are schismatic heretics who, as such, the Church has deprived with a sentence of the power to exercise the sacred priestly ministry. Therefore: «And therefore whoever hears their Mass or receives the sacraments from them commits a sin» (And therefore anyone who hears their Mass or receives the Sacraments from them sins).

Exactly like that: whoever, despite the sentence given on them by the Church, listen to Mass and receive the sacraments from Mr. Minutella and the priests who followed him, also falling into the crime of heresy and schism, falls into sin and sins grievously, because the Church has hit them with a sentence.

Staying in respect which is required of us by the Dominican Constitutions, but even more respectful of the salvation of souls ― which is the primary goal of our Order ― I offer this notice to our Readers praying for the conversion of this former brother of ours.

 

Santa Maria Novella in Florence, 10 July 2023

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WHAT IS A KISS? THE APPARENT HOMOPHOBIA IN THE LAND OF CESENA IS NOT AS SERIOUS AS THE CROSS HISTORICAL IGNORANCE OF THE MAYOR DEM WHO USE THE TERM INCORRECTLY “MIDDLE AGES”

In the face of historical hoaxes such as those uttered by the Mayor of Cesena, the average listener of our century has very few weapons of defense. The rest, as Don Camillo said to Peppone: “If they believed in Carlo Marx, whatever dance you tell him will do!». And we're still here telling each other the lies that LGBT people, the Democrats of the Left and the various compagnucci bloggers they come to tell us, including perfect Catholics who flirt with LGBT circles and who would like to introduce the "rainbow trojan horse" into the Catholic Church

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It's the news these days of a parish priest of the Diocese of Cesena-Sarsina who communicated to a young collaborator of his at Grest (Catholic Summer Group) the inappropriateness of continuing his role as educator of the parish summer center since on Instagram would appear in a photo that showed him in the act of kissing a boy.

Definitely the news it will have offended the sensibilities of more beautiful souls belonging to that group of perfect and democratic Christians who cannot remain silent, of those who are more good and merciful than Our Lord Jesus Christ himself and who tirelessly live to seek and affirm the well round Truth, whose iridescent heart could candidly borrow the poetics of Edmond Rostand that he says:

«And what is a kiss? A pink apostrophe between the words I love you, a secret told from his mouth».

A kiss, in conclusion, what is a kiss? Maybe nothing but in this situation the kiss is not the problem. Under the tip oficeberg there is much more than the kiss. And it is precisely this other thing that needs to be investigated and which is not convincing to me, for this I would like to briefly discuss the fact with our readers to try to give a transversal reading of the whole story which in my opinion raises many doubts and questions many consciences.

The first thing that doesn't convince me is that the young animator has not had the slightest hesitation to post on Instagram a photo in which he is portrayed kissing his boyfriend. And that's because? His homosexuality was known or this was just meant to be a provocative gesture? And if his homosexuality had in fact been known - which would have crossed not only the private and family aspect but also the social and therefore parish one -, why the surprise for a normal show of affection? Mind you, everyone is free to use i social as it sees fit, albeit within the limits prescribed by law, as well as expressing one's feelings towards another person. However, one would expect a different style in the use of gods from a Christian social as well as in the affective approach towards another person. And I say this by taking into account the normal contradictions and fragilities that constitute the struggle towards Christian perfection. Let's also admit that the boy didn't want to be a provocateur and thought it right to do so coming out instead of remaining in privacy and living his life in serenity. I wonder and I ask the Readers: this was the most appropriate thing to do, to post a photo on Instagram of a convict kiss which for obvious reasons would have been read or considered problematic? Since it is then a parish animator, of a person who, we hope, he followed a Christian path within an ecclesial community, this choice had no other alternative? I make a guess: Wouldn't it have been better for him to talk about it with his confessor or spiritual director and address the matter privately, in that internal forum that allows Christian conscience to grow and direct towards human and spiritual maturation? Today, many people assume that they are Christians without the help of any guidance, but in doing so, situations of embarrassment and confusion multiply, which are not the exclusive prerogative of homosexuals but of all men, because the root of this mentality does not lie in sexual orientation but in that lust which wounds our decision-making and makes us stubborn and often refractory to the spiritual docility which leads to an encounter with God.

That the young man then showed resentment and gave flat rate at Grest makes me think even more, just as his words in the Whatsapp chat are not clear to me:

"Good morning. I ask you personally to avoid any kind of incriminating or accusatory messages. This matter concerns my private life and must not affect the joy and happiness of the children in participating in the summer camp" (you see WHO).

I see myself as sceptical to believe that the boy was unaware that his choice would not lead to any reaction, both good and bad. I say this because it is not a discriminatory event against the homosexual world and gays but simply an event that affects all men in the world: every choice and position can be shared or not; endorsed or blamed.

After all, we know of cases in which - in front of the will of a boy to enter a seminary or convent - the parents, relatives or friends often delivered the teasing joke: "better dead than a priest or a friar". As far as we know, no one has ever been silent about clericophobia these people, on the contrary, they have often seen themselves strengthened in this teasing behavior, believing that becoming a priest or friar was really the greatest misfortune in this world. Faced with these assumptions, aspirants to a priestly life or one of special consecration have simply gone their own way, not caring about the judgment of others and pursuing their own intent, even when this would have led to a certain difficulty in managing family and friendship relationships.

You have no idea, we priests and friars, the insults that we sometimes hear thrown at us in the streets and public squares, if anything, even by teenage brats, when we cross them with the cassock of the secular clergy or with the habit of one's own religious order? Insults sometimes even very serious and defamatory. But we are not gay activists, because in that case lawsuits would be triggered and the powerful LGBT associations would also form a civil party in the process. Seriously insulting a priest or a friar on the street, on the other hand, seems to constitute a free and democratic expression of thought, the crime is triggered only if you make an ironic joke about the Gay Pride or on a tall transvestite 1.60 per 120 kg of weight that, ugly brother style of Lino Banfi, walks down the street in a platinum blonde wig, fishnet stockings and stiletto heels, perhaps just in spasmodic waiting for someone to shout "freak freak" at him, so that he can go cry of talk show in talk show against homotransphobia with all the LGBT activists screaming.

I consider the majority of homosexuals serene and intellectually free and devoid of any ideologization, do not worry in the least about what the Catholic Church thinks. They simply live the expression of their affectivity and of their being in a peaceful and reserved way, accepting the pros and cons of their own status, at the same time taking care to stay well away from the allegorical and blasphemous floats of the various Pride disseminated in the month of June of every single year.

If, on the other hand, we refer to homosexuals who have a faith and seek the Lord, the situation changes, above all they are called to love the Church and do not smear it with viperish insults, accusing ― even by means of social e blog - dad, the bishops and priests to be homophobic, as the custom of certain perfect Catholics who cannot keep silent. The Catholic homosexual is aware of the fact that it is necessary to carry on a journey of conversion - which begins in baptism and ends at the moment of death and is the same for all the disciples of Jesus who have certainly not been chosen among the best (cf.. Mt 9,36-10,8) ― which is made of prayer and spiritual accompaniment; of victories and falls; of temptation and grace; of torment and ecstasy. And how spiritual battles exist for the management and harmonization of one's genitals for a Catholic homosexual, so this is true for a Catholic heterosexual.

If, however, the paradigm of spiritual direction and accompaniment of homosexual people is embodied in the wretch - that is, devoid of grace - American Jesuit James Martin and not in the Magisterium of the Church and in Christ the Word of the Father, here we fall into the paradox of the Cesena affair whose results of an ideological colonization and lobbying are certainly not veiled, so much so that he can make the claim and the luxury of shouting scandal and becoming the injured party.

When I read about such piqued positions who cry foul in the face of alleged cases of homophobia, most of the time they seem comfortable positions to me. Often the same paladins gods Rights have little interest in homosexual people, if not on the basis of a functional use of them that tends towards the achievement of an objective, which requires a wise policy of symbiosis, so as to achieve victory and annihilate the imaginary enemy, so much to have - to put it with a Romagna proverb - the egg, the hen and the hot ass.

Thus we will find ourselves in ecclesial contexts full of LGBT activists and sympathizers who consider the Church a political majority to be opposed by democratically dismissing the things they don't like and going to occupy positions of power in order to be able to affirm omoeresia [on the subject I refer to the work of Ariel S. Levi di Gualdo: And Satan became triune and to my work and his From Prozan to Prozac]. But the Church, know this dear fellow Readers, it is not a democracy and absolutely does not need to rainbow suffragettes that go crazy on social media and on the videos of YouTube as perfect Catholics who cannot be silent, to which the epigraph written by Paolo Giovio on Pietro l'Aretino can be applied: «He spoke ill of everyone except Christ, apologizing by saying I don't know him".

It is worth remembering that there is a homosexual world, perhaps the most numerous, who manages to use reason and who knows how to recognize, with an uncommon sense of objectivity, the Church a welcome that very few places can boast, Houses of the People included. In fact, ask a gay man if in the seventies or eighties of the twentieth century he could even just set foot in a Casa del Popolo, when a certain left defended the traditional family with lots of party posters on display and stigmatized Pierpaolo Pasolini for his lifestyles resulting from the "typical pederasty of the upper middle class". In fact, this is what L'Unità wrote, official organ of the Italian Communist Party, in the edition of 29 October 1949:

«Let's take a cue from the facts that led to a serious disciplinary measure against the poet Pasolini to denounce once again the deleterious influences of certain ideological and philosophical currents of the various Gide, Sartre and equally praised poets and writers, who want to pose as progressives but who in reality gather the most harmful aspects of bourgeois degeneration».

While about André Gide, well-known French man of letters and homosexual, Palmiro Togliatti signing in 1950 a piece up Rebirth he wrote:

«To hear Gide, faced with the problem of relations between parties and classes, give everything as resolved by identifying the absence of opposition parties, in a classless society, with tyranny and related terrorism, I feel like inviting him to deal with pederasty, where is he a specialist, but leave these things, where he doesn't understand anything at all".

But let's go back to the young animator whom as Fathers we love, who has decided to express his freedom and his vision of affectivity together with the firm decision to pursue and defend it. For this he is worthy of our respect and we can only recognize his courage. But in the same way, the parish priest and the Diocese of Cesena Sarsina have the same freedom and the same right to decide to discipline their animators, trainers and catechists demanding a certain fidelity to the Church and to the magisterium regarding moral and faith questions.

In fact, it is not homosexual orientation who has been discriminated against here but the fact of living and publicly defending a dangerous LGBT activism within a context of the Catholic Church. Yup, because according to the Courier of Romagna (you see WHO) we learn of fractures within the parish following discontent brought forward by some parish activists (?!) to whom the magisterial thought of the Catholic Church on homosexuality is still not sufficiently clear. In that parish there is undoubtedly a basic educational emergency, a situation of confusion that in the future will have to be recovered and informed with a correct catechetical formation and with a charitable vigilance. Well done the parish priest who thought it best to discuss with the Diocese and ask for its support to reach a synthesis on the matter. At least for once there was a Bishop who knew how to exercise paternity by demonstrating that he kept the bar straight, at the same time demonstrating closeness to the young man for a situation that has become unfortunate since it was deliberately staged as a tabloid case. Behind it there is only the umpteenth attempt to affirm the LGBT ideology within the Church with the usual suspects who shot balls and chains on the obscurantist and retrograde priest, resorting to the by now worn commonplace of the Middle Ages: the Arcigay, the honorable Zan and the mayor of the Democrats of the Left of Cesena Enzo Lattucca.

From this whole thing, we reiterate it once again: the young man was not deprived of the possibility of organizing the Grest and of participating generously for the good of the little participants, he was only pointed out the inappropriateness of continuing as an animator and educator in the context of a summer oratory that is not sponsored by the Democratic Party, by Arcigay or the LGBT lobby, but by the Catholic Church which has the sacrosanct duty and right to consider what is right or wrong for anyone preparing to carry out an educational function which coincides with the proclamation of a creed of faith.

To conclude, i like to state that the apparent episode of homophobia in Cesena is nothing compared to the crass historical ignorance of its Primo Cittadino who uses a hackneyed argument borrowed from Black legend with the pretension of hurting the Catholic Church. You don't necessarily have to have the curriculum of studies by Franco Cardini or Alessandro Barbero to understand that what the Mayor of Cesena declared about the Middle Ages is clearly and profoundly false and intellectually unjust. In the Middle Ages to which the politician refers, the uncultured and illiterate people knew Dante Alighieri's rhymes by heart. A young merchant from the city of Assisi, he too came from the people and then rose to the rich merchant bourgeoisie, he composed the first poetic text in the Italian vernacular. The same people of the Middle Ages had mnemonic and speculative and reasoning skills that are completely unknown to the desolating masses of young and very young activists who follow the idiocies of Fedez, of Ferragni and the various influence, youtuber e TikToker and that the only verse committed to memory is Love is love. The people of the Middle Ages went willingly to listen for hours to preachers of the caliber of Anthony of Padua, Bernardino of Siena, Giovanni da Capestrano and Giacomo della Marca. That simple people but willing to admire and visually study Giotto's frescoes inside the ancient basilicas and which constituted the The Bible of the poor which not only educated to the faith but to social life, which exalted virtues and stigmatized error and vice. If there was today a minimal historical high school culture, it should be hoped that our populations affected by functional illiteracy and digital illiteracy can return to the Middle Ages as soon as possible, a long season that marked a great development of culture, of the arts and sciences, in addition to the recovery and conservation of all the classical philosophy and literature that has come down to us thanks to the men of the Middle Ages.

In front of historical hoaxes like those uttered by the Mayor of Cesena, the average listener of our century has very few weapons of defense. The rest, as Don Camillo said to Peppone:

“If they believed in Carlo Marx, whatever dance you tell him will do!».

And we're still here telling each other the lies that LGBT people, the Democrats of the Left and the various compagnucci bloggers they come to tell us, including perfect Catholics who flirt with LGBT circles and who would like to introduce the "rainbow trojan horse" into the Catholic Church (See. Ariel S. Levi di Gualdo, WHO).

Laconi, 23 June 2023

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FRIAR ONION, THAT CHARACTER CREATED BY GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHO INSPIRED A FIRE SERMON IN SAN BERNARDINO IN THAT MIDDLE AGES WHICH WAS GREAT LIGHT AND CERTAINLY NOT DARK

[…] once the waiters arrived early to warn the Supreme Pontiff Benedict XIV that during the night a fire had broken out in Rome in the Monti district. To which he blurted out: "Shit! And there have been deaths?». Monsignor Teodoro Boccapaduli tugged him discreetly. After the waiters had detailed the seriousness of the fact, the Supreme Pontiff replied bursting: "Shit!». And Monsignor tugs him again. At that point Benedict XIV, saddened by that grave report, he turns towards the prelate bursting out: "Boccapaduli.", you broke my balls: dick, dick, dick! Ah, I want to sanctify this word. Indeed I want to promulgate one fucking bubble, to grant plenary indulgence to those who pronounce this word ten times a day ".

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More than making a hypothesis, I dare to attribute a little discovery to myself: in his fiery sermon San Bernardino of Siena [Massa Marittima 1380 - L'Aquila 1444] he was inspired by, or was in any case influenced by the short story of Friar Cipolla enclosed in the work Decameron, composed by Giovanni Boccaccio between the 1349 and the 1351.

The fratacchione Boccaccio he used to travel the countries of the countryside showing the most improbable relics to the bifolchi, including the little finger of the Holy Spirit, one of the ribs of the «Dear Verbum made at the window» [crippling of the Latin: and Word was made flesh], the rays of the star that appeared to the three Magi in the East, an ampoule containing the sweat of Archangel Michael that fell from his forehead when he fought with the Devil, the jaw of the Death of San Lazzaro and so on.

Being in that of Certaldo, he had promised the villagers that the following day he would exhibit an extraordinary relic to the people: a pen that fell to Archangel Gabriel during the Annunciation. Senonché, at night, two local pranksters stole the precious angelic pen from inside the box in which it was kept, replacing it with coals. When Friar Cipolla opened the box to show the precious relic to the Boeotians, He was not dismayed when he discovered some coals inside, he apologized to those present saying that on his departure he had mistakenly taken the wrong container, identical to the one in which the precious pen was kept. Like this, after an apology, he provided the people with the coals on which the Holy Martyr Lorenzo was roasted.

A few decades later, Bernardino degli Albizzeschi, son of a powerful family from the upper Tuscan Maremma, today universally known as San Bernardino of Siena [Massa Marittima 1380 - L'Aquila 1444], in one of his sermons he launched himself against popular superstitions, particularly taking it out on the false relics and the profitable market that revolved around it. The subject of that sermon with an evident Boccaccio style was the relic of the milk of the Blessed Virgin Mary preserved in the collegiate church of Montevarchi, in which Friar Bernardino thundered:

"It is who you want, I say you do not like these things to God these. Like milk from the Virgin Mary. Or women, where you are? And likewise you, able men, vedestene mai? You know you should be showing for relics: v'aviate not faith […] Maybe she was a cow the Virgin Mary, she had her milk lassato, how loose the beasts, you lassano mugnare? I have this opinion: that is, she had so much milk, neither more nor less, enough that Bochina Jesu Christ blessed " [San Bernardino of Siena – Hypocrite devotions. in: Baldi. Novels and moral examples of S. Bernardino of Siena, Florence, 1916].

As is known to true and serious scholars, the middle Ages, the true one, divided into the space of almost a thousand years in three different eras that have followed throughout history, it was not the era of the "dark ages" at all, but of the centuries of light. In the Middle Ages there was the highest development of the light of speculative reason, combined with a critical sense and a spirit of unceasing research in the various areas of scientific knowledge. If the history books used in schools were not written by ideologists, it would be clear to everyone that the legends Black on the Middle Ages they were built at the table at the end of the eighteenth century by enlightened poisoners of hatred towards everything that was Catholic. They were in fact these, animated by destructive ideology, to relegate the Middle Ages to the "dark ages" in the name of their alleged "lights of reason" lit under the French guillotines, where heads fell one after the other following accusations based on mere inferences, often out of pure social envy, or after farcical summary trials in which the defendants were not granted the right to defense, nor that to the word [see my work Nada s security]. This is in contrast to the terrifying inquisitorial process, fruit this yes, of the most absurd and false black legends. Oh, what gross ignorance! The inquisitorial process, in addition to establishing the legal right to defend the defendant, it just couldn't be celebrated without defense and the right to speak. It was the inquisitorial process that gave rise to the custom that after the reading of the sentence the condemned person was granted the last right to speak. It would be enough to read the legal works and related documents of the Bolognese glossers, that between the eleventh and twelfth centuries, in the "dark" Middle Ages they gave life to all those that would later become the modern legal institutes, after recovering the Body of Civil Law by Justinian and reinterpreted all the classical texts.

but yet, to the present day, also the last of the gay illiterates ideologically poisoned towards Catholicism, but rose to television honors with some sequels talk show where it is unthinkable that there could be no lack of cheerful quotas, from the height of his victimized and desolating ignorance he does not fail to make pseudo-historical-intellectual references to the Middle Ages, or at medieval spirit, to create an effect and put something retro or superstitious in a bad and ridiculous light, as well as everything that is Catholic and linked to the Catholic Church. Unfortunately, the cheerful TV activist or from social network, however, he ignores that the Middle Ages are the era of rediscovery, of the study and preservation of all classical philosophy and literature. If today we can read the most critical works written by Greek and Roman authors against the nascent Christianity, o i carmi more lustful and pornographic written by Valerio Gaio Catullo, it is certainly not thanks to the Enlightenment inventors of black legends and false historians, nor for the activism of today's fierce LGBT lobbies, but why these works have been saved, transcribed and handed down to the present day by the Benedictine amanuensis monks, born in the 6th century from monasticism founded by San Benedetto da Norcia. E, in the context of Benedictine monasticism, among various things, both the name and the socio-political concept of Europe itself developed, the same one that today denies an incontrovertible historical fact: the Christian roots of our ancient European continent. So, always with all due respect to the cheerful activist who from the prodigious means of television or from social network often addresses millions of listeners, it is easy to say that the Middle Ages are Pier Damiani, Peter Abelard, Anselm of Aosta and the great masters of scholasticism. The Middle Ages is Bernard of Clairvaux, Thomas Aquinas, Bonaventura da Bagnoregio, Duns Scotus. The Middle Ages are the great engineers, architects, mathematicians, astronomers and alchemists, most of them belonging to the Carthusian Order and the Cistercian Order. The Middle Ages marked the season of the great literati: the Sicilian literary school of Frederick II of Swabia, Guido Cavalcanti, Dante Alighieri, Francesco Petrarca, Giovanni Boccaccio …

The man of the Middle Ages he also had an extraordinary taste for satire which, the more pungent it was the more it made popes laugh, emperors and rulers, none of whom gave up delighting on the most pungent satirical works, not only those of Boccaccio, but also those of the most scurrilous Peter the Aretino. We had to reach the present day to end up in the courts thanks to some crybaby activist to argue for, even in a polemical way, in essence this means: “I have the right to destroy your Catholic culture and morality piece by piece, because I am the sacred immaculate LGBT victim, but you have no right of reply, except for a dispute”. Other times were the medieval ones, where when someone wanted to delight the Supreme Pontiff Pius II [Weather in Corsignano di Pienza 1405 – Ancona 1464], all he had to do was hire a talented storyteller to perform the rhymes of his Sienese fellow citizen Cecco Angiolieri [Siena 1260 – Siena 1311 c.a], who used to joke in taverns amidst laughter, wine and very cheerful women:

S’i’ were focus, combustion’ the world;
s’i’ was wind, the tempestarei;
s’i’ was water, i’ to drown;
s’i’ was God, send it deep;

s’i’ was Pope, I would be happy then,
for I would embrace all Christians;
s’i’ was ‘emperor’, to’ what would I do?
to all cut off the head in the round.

Not that Silvio Enea of ​​the Piccolomini accounts, then he ascended the sacred throne with the name of Pius II, was outdone in cutting sarcasm, as when he ironically condemned the request and the hope of obtaining favors from him by motteggiando:

I was Enea,

nobody knew me,

but now that I am Pio,

everyone calls me uncle.

An elderly theologian, talking about the Middle Ages defined as the era of the so-called "dark ages" by many today's activists of that methodical destruction of European societies passed off as "claiming rights", with scientific wisdom he ironized saying: "Maybe, today's man had the speculative reason and the critical and analytical sense of that of the Middle Ages! Unfortunately today, man, so to speak, evolved, which claims every right but rejects any duty, his presumed reason is exercised by reasoning with his dick". I pointed out to the elderly brother: "You are right, but don't forget those who think with the subjective emotions of the ass!». All this genre gives rise to a culture of death which, through the annihilation of reason, has plunged us into new forms of illiteracy, much more devastating than those of the past, but above all in a new form of dictatorship: The dictatorships of minorities. Without going backwards over the centuries, just take a step backwards of just a century, at the beginning of the twentieth century, at the time of Vigils of Neri, work of the Tuscan writer Renato Fucini [Monterotondo Marittimo 1843 - Empoli 1921]. Let's start from the element of memory: elderly peasants who barely knew how to read and write, quite a few of whom were in conditions of total illiteracy, they were authentic itinerant literature libraries. During the evening vigils, in times when there was no cinema, let alone the TV, they entertained by narrating works learned by heart: from the Jerusalem Liberated by Torquato Tasso a Orlando Furioso by Ludovico Ariosto. I myself can testify to this, when I am just ten years old, in the lower Tuscan Maremma, on the border with Lazio, for the first time I knew the existence of Dante Alighieri's work, to be exact Hell, thanks to an elderly farmer, at the age of eighty - we are therefore talking about a man born in the late nineteenth century - who began to narrate, to us children, by Count Ugolino and Archbishop Ruggieri by reciting from memory:

The mouth lifted from the proud meal
quel sinner, shaking her hair
of the chief who had a retro fault.

Then it began: "You want me to renew
desperate pain that my heart presses me
already thinking, before I do it.

Ma se le mie word esser dien seme
that bears fruit to the traitor I eat,
talk and weep you will see together […]

Present my cousin, at the time just graduated in classical letters, amazed she then said to the other family members present: «He didn't make a mistake, I don't say a sentence, but not even a word!». That man had memorized entire literature books, that he hadn't read: he had learned them since he was a child during the vigils. I knew, afterwards, who had done the second grade of elementary school, the time strictly necessary to learn the basic rudiments of writing and reading, acquired which had followed parents and family in the fields of agricultural work.

Many of our super technological teenagers, already at the end of elementary school they have entire collections of pornographic films recorded in theirs Smartphone; while the girls, already at eleven or twelve, they post their photos on social media in clothes and positions that would make the prostitutes who worked in the old brothels pale, before it in 1952 the Merlin Law decreed its closure, thanks to a bill proposed by Senator Angelina Merlin, of the Socialist Party, presented in 1948. but yet, these modern hyper-technological "monsters", unlike the man of the Middle Ages and the man of yesterday, that of The vigils of Neri, They have such poor memory that they can't even remember their parents' cell phone number. Well: you know what happens if human intelligence, especially through reasoning and memory, it is not exercised? Roughly what we have under our eyes can happen: a generation of apathetic and ignorant idiots. Just so: we regressed to forms of frightening illiteracy, it would be enough to read the texts written by recent graduates, to be disconcerted in the face of such a deficit syntax enriched by gross grammatical errors. But ... we have evolved. So much to allow us with unheard of arrogance to make irony on the Middle Ages, we who are no longer able to exercise reason and objective critical judgment, because now we only think: either with the dick or with subjective emotions, or worse, with the ass from which the worst of our egocentrism and our blind pathological narcissism comes out, what leads us to claim rights and reject duties, until the attempt, thank God shipwrecked in Italy for now, to use the law to combat as a crime the legitimate opinion of those who do not think like you - I am referring to the happy and blessed shipwreck of the Zan Bill, about which Father Ivano Liguori and I wrote the book From Prozan to Prozac —, therefore prosecuting those who dare to say and maintain that a child can only be born from a man and a woman who are father and mother, that two homosexuals cannot buy a child from a rented womb or that two lesbian women cannot selfishly plan the birth of an orphan by resorting to artificial insemination, claiming to be both recognized by the law as legitimate parents. It is early said that this generation, degenerate daughter of digital illiteracy, devoid of historical memory and of that same cerebral memory exercised, useful to make us remember at least the phone number of our parents, should never be allowed, not even as a joke or as a joke to paradoxes, to make fun of the glorious Middle Ages, marking it as an era of the "dark ages".

In this narrative I have used the word four times “dick”, almost as if I could not express myself without certain splashes of color, which I can do very well. What to say: in these moments of desolation, leave a splash of bright color to this poor priest on the threshold of sixty years old, so that everyone can enjoy their fun. The lemma "dick" is also joined by that other beautiful idiomatic phrase of ... "notorious dickheads", that is, the boundless army of those who don't understand a damn thing about what you wrote, or the deep way, also wanting scientifically relevant in which you wrote it, to consider that now, reached the bottom of the barrel, all we have left is the provocation. So, the idiomatic and homonymous cock heads, they fossilize only on this word, after that bigots, pinchers and self-styled Catholics are indignant towards the vulgar priest, all accompanied by lessons of style given with a moralism that would make the American Calvinists of the seventeenth century envious by those gay characters who were scandalized with profound indignation at the poetic and provocative reference to the word “dick”, except, however, to take it cheerfully and legitimately in the ass and claim it shortly after “sacred right” to the purchase of a child bought from a rented womb. And this what it means? By chance it means that through anal coitus and sodomy one of the two men cannot get pregnant, to the point of needing a paid uterus? But how ungrateful and bad nature has been, so let's correct it with the help of the LGBT lobby.

This noble term it was much loved and used by the Supreme Pontiff Benedict XIV [Bologna 1675 - Rome 1758], nee Prospero Lambertini, bolognese. With usual frequency the Augustus Pontiff indulged in very colorful expressions, starting from his first appearance before the crowd exulted after his election to the sacred throne. It was in fact on that occasion that, seeing that large crowd gathered in the square of the papal arcibasilica of San Pietro, he said in a low voice to the prelate next to him: "And all these people, as a campa?». The prelate, that he was no less and that he had deep knowledge of the newly elected, He answered: «... Campania by pulling it in the ass with each other». The Pontiff replies: "... yes! Then there is us, that instead we pull it in the ass at all!». Afterwards, within the Roman curia, several times aroused amazement and perplexity that he used to intercalate saying "shit!». Until the August Pontiff appointed an assistant to his room, Monsignor Teodoro Boccapaduli, to discreetly pull it for the robe, if he started with certain colorful phrasebooks. Until once the waiters arrived early to warn the Supreme Pontiff that a fire had broken out in Rome in the Monti district during the night. To which he blurted out: "Shit! And there have been deaths?». Monsignor tugged him discreetly. After the waiters had detailed the seriousness of the fact, the Supreme Pontiff replied bursting: "Shit!». And Monsignor tugs him again. At that point Benedict XIV, saddened by that grave report, he turns towards the prelate bursting out: "Boccapaduli.", you broke my balls: dick, dick, dick! Ah, I want to sanctify this word. Indeed I want to promulgate one fucking bubble, to grant plenary indulgence to those who pronounce this word ten times a day ".

There would be much to tell about this great figure, but we limit ourselves to briefly saying that the Supreme Pontiff Benedict XIV was a careful administrator in favor of the needs of the people and charitable activities, at the same time he was a great promoter of the arts and sciences. With acute political ability, but at the same time with a great pastoral spirit, he was tireless guardian of the faith, promoter of the missions for the new evangelization and at the same time a man of profound culture and open-mindedness, enough to maintain intense correspondence with figures very distant from the Catholic world, from Protestant rulers to the father himself of modern anti-clericalism: François-Marie Arouet, known under the pseudonym of Voltaire.

Today the children of this great dark century I am not able, at the height of their digital illiteracy, to laugh about Novel of Friar Cipolla, as did the illiterate wit of the medieval countryside. Nor am I able to understand a great man of faith, so free from any form of internal and external vulgarity, to be able to affirm with true candor: «… if you don't stop pissing me off, I promulgate a fucking bubble, complete with plenary indulgence for those who pronounce this word ten times a day".

Let's ask ourselves: but who they are, the real vulgar ones? I'll explain it right away: are certain Catholics who send images created with photoshop, depicting a Jesus Christ on the cross sacrilegiously gayzzato, with an androgynous face and a languid expression that does not recall the mystery of passion at all, rather a girl awaiting coitus. And in front of these blasphemous images, I who have an eye accustomed to Cimabue, to Fra Angelico, to Filippino Lippi from Prato, to Titian, Giotto and Michelangelo, to follow with Guido Reni and Cararavaggio, until the most recent wonderful crucifixion by Salvador Dalì, maybe I shouldn't blurt: pseudo-fucking Catholics, you broke my balls, breed of digital blasphemers! Christ the Lord was not a languid child since photoshop with the androgynous air affixed to the cross, he was true God and true man, for this he made the cross terribly true, as true as God and true man was.

I children of the modern digital age of this dark century, after reading half a page and reading the entire text in two minutes, then identified the little word about which to argue, in this case the mythical word "fuck", have already sent outraged messages, almost as if they cared, above all else, to fully demonstrate how much they have not really understood a fucking emeritus. And while totally indifferent I let them get busy, place that for years and years, at this point, they can't even break my balls anymore, I turn to the few who can laugh at all the modern Onion Friars who have a prerogative, however: to get more money out of your pocket than a snake charmer can stun an Indian cobra. Indeed, just tell the Boeotian people, that of pseudo-Catholicism built on the contempt of reason and erected on subjective sentimental emotions, that on such and such a day in such and such a place Our Lady appeared to me and gave me a message. Then, if this is said it will also be added that the Madonna revealed to me a terrifying secret that will shock humanity... here are the wallets opening like accordions. What Our Lady said to me appearing? Suffice it to say: “… Our Lady told me to tell you that she loves you and that she invites you to be good and to pray …”. At that point the accordions will expand even more, if the great morbid itch of the terrifying secret joins the silly banality of the message, because at that point the accordions will explode, until the real rain of money. And we want to talk, at least briefly, of the army of self-styled spiritual sons and daughters of Saint Pio of Pietrelcina, ultra specialized in making money pour out, several of them in their early sixties?

The truth will set us free, as stated in our motto taken from the Gospel of the Blessed Apostle John [cf. GV 8,32], but at the same time we know how much the truth has never paid anyone, in particular when we say those truths that nobody wants to be told, nor when it refers to reality, escape from emotions and fatuous sentimentality. Truth does not pay off when one insists on it I can only believe that faith moves on reason and requires reasoning and a deep critical and analytical sense, because in this era of digital illiteracy acting in this way is a truly suicidal policy, to well consider that today, people who say they are Catholic, want irrational emotions, sensational elements, so much sterile controversy and so futile gossip. And who offers these products, will always be paid in any way. While who, before all this, he blurts out saying “fuck it!”, it's just vulgar, not to say: a priest's shame.

the Island of Patmos, 17 June 2023

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SILVIO BERLUSCONI IS DEAD, MAN LOVED AND HATED, BUT UNDOUBTED PIECE OF THE HISTORY OF ITALY

Regardless of everyone's political positions and personal beliefs, the merit of courage and enterprise must be recognized to President Silvio Berlusconi, the merit of having worked intensely, we can say until the end, in the creation of his own company and in the creation of a political project that was able to intercept the interest and appreciation of millions of Italians.

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Silvio Berlusconi died this morning at the San Raffaele hospital in Milan where he was hospitalized again last Friday 9 June, after a previous hospitalization due to pneumonia and myelomonocytic leukemia. The coffin was transported from the hospital to the villa in Arcore at 3:00 pm 12. Tomorrow the funeral chapel will be set up at the Mediaset headquarters in the studio 20 of Cologno Monzese. The funeral will take place on Wednesday in the Cathedral of Milan.

Regardless of political positions and each person's personal beliefs, the merit of courage and enterprise must be recognized to President Silvio Berlusconi, the merit of having worked intensely, we can say until the end, in the creation of his own company and in the creation of a political project that was able to intercept the interest and appreciation of millions of Italians.

His “descent into the field”, by borrowing one of his own expressions, in an Italy that was experiencing a profound political crisis linked to the effects of Tangentopoli and of Mafia bombs, with the consequent crisis of the three parties which, until then, they had led the political scene, had given new determination to the group of moderates who had been disappointed by the events of those years.

I believe that one of the great merits of President Berlusconi was that of never stooping to accusations and controversies against political opponents, to have always maintained a polite and respectful tone and to have contributed to making Italy one of the most important economic and political players at European and global level. We unite, so, to the prayer of suffrage for him and in closeness to his family.

Milan, 12 June 2023

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THE EUCHARISTIC MIRACLE THAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THE CITIES OF ORVIETO AND BOLSENA AND THE INSTITUTION OF THE SOLEMNITY OF THE BODY OF THE LORD

Witness of the miracle of Bolsena, the Corporal of Orvieto is the "signature" of Jesus alive and true in the Eucharistic Bread, which sweeps away doubt and lets us penetrate those sacred mysteries which are reached through the reason of faith: Faith and Reason (faith and reason). Or as Saint Anselm of Aosta teaches: Faith seeking understanding (faith requires the intellect) which takes shape from the saying of Saint Augustine I believe in order to understand (I believe to understand).

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The Solemnity of The body of the Lord see the cities of Orvieto e Bolsena united in a profound inseparable combination. Because it's true, the prodigious sign took place in Bolsena, but the "cradle" of the Solemnity from which it was then established for the whole Church remains and is Orvieto. Just as Jerusalem cannot do without Bethlehem, in fact, there would be no resurrection without first the nativity, in the same way the Feast of the Body and Blood of the Lord would not have been proclaimed without the prodigious event that gave rise to it.

The history of facts we can summarize it like this: in the distant XIII century Peter, boemo priest, he was tormented by a doubt. He couldn't explain himself like during Holy Mass, through the transubstantiation, the bread and the wine could really change into the Body and Blood of Christ. Thus he undertook a long pilgrimage to Rome to pray at the tomb of the Holy Apostles Peter and Paul in the hope of finding an answer to his excruciating torment. Once in Bolsena he decided to celebrate the Eucharistic Sacrifice on the tomb of the martyr Christine. During the Eucharistic canon, on the words of the consecration of the sacred species, in her trembling hands the Host visibly became true flesh that, dripping copiously alive blood, he implored the corporal and some stones from the altar.

For a mysterious design of Providence, in those times the Supreme Pontiff resided in Orvieto Urban IV, present in his residence in Orvieto during that miraculous event. As soon as the Pope learned of the miraculous event, he instructed the Bishop to go to nearby Bolsena to examine what had happened and bring the signs of the miracle to Orvieto. Went down to the foot of the Orvieto cliff to go to meet the Bishop, on seeing the sacred Corporal the Pope knelt down moved and, taken into his hands with great veneration this Holy linen, he returned in procession to the Church of Orvieto among the songs of the people in celebration.

Urban IV, many years before the Bolsena events and of his election as Supreme Pontiff, met in Liège, in Belgium, Juliana of Cornillon. The humble religious shared with him some revelations she had received from the Lord. These concerned the need to establish a new liturgical solemnity in honor of the Holy Eucharist, Admirable Sacrament of the Love of God and His Presence. Dad, mindful of Giuliana's confidences and with the eyes of the heart still fixed on the Precious Blood imprinted on the Corporal, it was decided to establish by the City of Orvieto, with the bubble Pass out of this world of 11 August 1264 the feast of Corpus Domini extended to the whole Universal Church.

The Pope also asked Thomas Aquinas, well-known Dominican theologian, he was also then resident in Orvieto, to draw up the Divine Office of the new Solemnity. Thus were born the texts of the five wonderful Eucharistic hymns: the Put lingua which ends with the well-known Only then, the lodge Sacred Solemnities, the Bread of Angels, the You will find the word from above e O saving victim, which are still part of the Liturgy of the Church today.

Concerning the writing of hymns, tradition hands down a particular episode: Thomas Aquinas, before presenting himself before Urban IV to propose the hymn Put lingua, he went to the church of the convent of Orvieto to pray in front of the Crucifix. Thomas asked the Lord to let him know his "opinion" on what had been written. The Crucifix answered simply: «You wrote well about me or Tommaso, what reward do you want? The great theologian replied: “Nothing but yourself, o Lord”».

What it means for us today to celebrate this great Solemnity? The immediate reminder is to go back to what Jesus did and said at that last supper. We contemplate his gesture: He took some bread and said “this is me, take and eat."

A sign, the bread, which represents his life, what was his whole life: Donated bread, life given, not even a crumb of this life, not even an instant of his time did Jesus keep for himself, it was all a gift to the brothers. What does Jesus say to us when he declares “this is me, take and eat” that is, assimilate this life proposal that was mine. Eating that bread means "you welcome me into your life and by welcoming me you welcome the logic of Love that leads to the construction of a new world." Because every disciple who eats this Bread is willing to be completely bread of life for others as Jesus was and continues to be through us.

Witness of the miracle of Bolsena, the Corporal of Orvieto it is the "signature" of Jesus alive and true in the Eucharistic Bread, which sweeps away doubt and lets us penetrate those sacred mysteries which are reached through the reason of faith: Faith and Reason (faith and reason). Or as it teaches Sant'Anselmo d'Aosta: Faith seeking understanding (faith requires the intellect) which takes shape from the saying of St. Augustine I believe in order to understand (I believe to understand).

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* Mons. Marco Nunzi (01.06.1964) he is presbyter of the Diocese of Orvieto-Todi and canon of the Chapter of the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta

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