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.

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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.

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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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THE RAINBOW TROJAN HORSE OF THE PERFECT CATHOLICS, SORA MARIA CLOSED FOR HOMOPHOBIA BECAUSE OF SCRATCHY AND THE THE FOENICUM AT THE FRUIT AND VEGETABLE MARKET INSTEAD OF FENNEL OUTLAW

Many among us belong to the so-called generation young paulist, many of us later became priests struck by that call launched by the Holy Pontiff John Paul II at a time when we were just teenagers: "… do not be afraid, open: open wide the doors to Christ and his saving power!». And to open up to Christ and make him reign in his Church, if necessary, it is necessary to forcefully bar the doors to the gay rainbow Trojan horses that claim the "sacrosanct right" to sin.

 

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Faced with the bankruptcy of the Ddl Zan Father Ivano Liguori and I published an essay in November of 2021 titled From Prozan to Prozac. A book that has not lost its relevance, if anything, he bought it, like our other works where the authors have looked to the future without letting themselves be trapped by the social emotions of the present and analyzing certain bankruptcy tendencies in the making.

This book was dedicated to the memory of the great theater actor Paolo Poli, of which we reported on the back cover a very strong mouthful expression. Phrase that constitutes the paradigm of those subjects who feel like perfect rainbow Catholics and who as such cannot remain silent, to the point of claiming the right to have the hen, the egg and the hot ass, how does this go wise saying of Emilia-Romagna popular wisdom (An s’pol brisa aver galina, ov is a hot ass).

 

Concerning certain perfect Catholics rainbows that cannot be silent Paolo Poli commented:

«I see a lot of homologation, a flattening of one's individuality;, even in appearing: all dressed alike in a pseudo-masculine stereotype, logically straight […] Gays may have the chance; to express their own uniqueness; and diversity; in the strongest sense; true of the term. But no, they want to play husband and wife and have the Pope's permission to fuck each other! Come on! Never mind" (Paolo Poli, interview of 17 December 2003)

That is the question, depicted twenty years ago in a plastic way by this artist who he was horrified from the Gay Pride parades and that he made habitual use of terms such as «fags … fags … fags … fagots … queers …», therefore a very dangerous homophobe disguised as one of the greatest and most famous homosexual artists of the twentieth century.

Today we viewers of various dangerous imbalances linked to the violent denial of a Christological concept which is the foundation of our Christianity: the task of the Church is not to flirt with the trends of the world, but to fight them. It is therefore creepy and dangerous that around the Dioceses of Italy they are multiplying meetings and prayer vigils against so-called homophobia under the banner of political correctness. On the posters announcing these initiatives there is an ostentation of acronyms that make various references to "LGBT Catholics" or groups of "Catholic homosexuals" [see WHO, WHO, WHO, etc …].

 

Let's clarify: it is not a matter of being neither rigorous nor intransigent, because if a Catholic is such or wishes to be, cannot claim the right to practice homosexuality and to form LGBT associations of Catholics, because committing sins is part of full human freedom. However, it should be clarified that the sin committed - although permitted by God by virtue of the freedom and free will given to man - is not a right. And among the various serious sins, sodomy still remains a sin that cries out to heaven [See. Catechism NN. 2357-2359]. Then, that there is no sin greater than the grace and mercy of God, this is a foundation of our faith. At issue, however, are neither grace nor forgiveness, but that certain unspecified "LGBT Catholics" or "homosexual Catholics" are now claiming, in established and organized groups, the right to exercise a sexuality that is in total contrast to all the principles of Catholic morality. But it gets worse: these groups, far from seeking God's grace and forgiveness, they are infiltrating our ecclesial structures, diocesan and parish churches to claim on the one hand the "right" to sin, on the other to explain that in concrete facts they are not the ones who are wrong, but the Church. And this is unacceptable, because the Church of Christ, mother and teacher, in matters of doctrine and faith he is not wrong, because it enjoys a special assistance of the Holy Spirit sent by Christ God at Pentecost, who rules and governs it.

We are faced with a gay rainbow trojan horse let many of our bishops enter the Holy City in a villainous way, with all the devastating consequences that will soon ensue. The bishops who, in order not to have problems of unpopularity, are supporting or tolerating this invasion, they are enveloped in grave confusion about our precise foundation: the Church rejects sin but always welcomes the sinner, especially the worst sinners. If she didn't, she would betray in the worst way the mission that Christ God has entrusted to her. Precisely in this, however, lies the confusion and bewilderment, I've been saying and explaining it for years, but I never tire of repeating it: today we run the risk of no longer welcoming the sinner - which I repeat must always be welcomed ―, but institutionalized sin, up to fearful genuflect under the banner of political correctness before the various LGBT groups who claim a strange idea of ​​catholicity, up to demanding that the Church declare that evil is not evil but good. Even worse: accusing of homophobia those who indicate evil and sin as such, organizing for this purpose even prayer meetings to ask God for the conversion of the poor homophobes who indicate sodomy as a vile sin, refusing how "wonderful" it is for two males to mate, declaring they do it out of pure love and feeling precisely for this reason with their eccentric "Catholic" conscience in perfect order.

I already raised this question years ago: when a couple of lesbians who have manufactured a child with artificial insemination, or when a gay couple who bought it from a rented uterus show up to ask for Holy Baptism for their baby, our prudent and farsighted bishops, how they intend to act and react? You want me to describe certain scenes beforehand? Soon done: on similar ominous occasions we will meet in the churches all the elite of the LGBT lobbies, to whom nothing will affect the baptism, because their purpose will be only to demonstrate, through the public profanation of a Sacrament, who bent the Church of Christ to their perverted whims. Or we want to deny how perverse and inhuman it is in itself that certain couples "manufacture" children? And in front of a lesbian couple, or a couple of proud and proud sodomite men, which priest will have the courage to welcome these subjects as parents and then make them pronounce the baptismal promises? How can you ask them to answer: «You renounce Satan ... and all his works ... and all his seductions?». Some really think they are asking Satan to give up on himself? Why are two homosexuals who "married" and then "bought" a child from a rented uterus and who, declaring themselves "parents", lead him to be baptized for the sole purpose of bending the Church to their diabolical whims, I am Satan himself mocking a Sacrament of grace, to which one would go to ask in concrete facts: Satan, promise to give up on yourself?

In cases of this kind, perhaps the Catholic "by chance" or the Catholic "so to speak" ready to thunder that the creature, regardless of who submits it, she is not guilty and must in any case be baptized to be freed from original sin? I fear that the Catholic "by chance" or the Catholic "so to speak" will miss this theological fact: the ordinary means of salvation exist, that is, the Sacraments given to us by God and administered through the ministry of the Church, to follow the extraordinary means of salvation, which are those exercised by God, beyond the sacraments and regardless of the sacraments themselves, which God has no need to save souls, which he can redeem when and how he wants, without having to ask permission from Catholic doctrine or morals, much less to perfect Catholics, because He can derogate by choosing other ways, please ask for.

So it will be good to deny decisively and categorically the Sacrament of Baptism to the children of these couples whom the Church cannot accept as parents, as models and as educators to the Christian life, as perverse and perverted. If then the creature, reached the age of reason, she will freely ask for Baptism herself, in that case we will have a great celebration by having it administered directly by the bishop during the Holy Easter Vigil. But the Church cannot bend to the whims of the devil, never and in any case.

Always in our house then we have another category of perfect Catholics: those who support homosexuality sadly widespread even among priests, many of whom have brought this plague within our clergy, constituting the one that in my book of 12 Years ago, And Satan became triune, I indicated with profound analysis and ahead of its time as an ecclesiastical gay lobby. A lobby now very powerful, influential and quite harmful.

Seriously wrong, some might think that the many gay priests who pollute the clergy are protected by the so-called progressive fringes, but it is not so. Supporting them are mostly those perfect Catholics intoxicated by baroque lace and masquerading as conservatives with an excited gaze towards traditionalists, ready to make fun of a bishop who wears a miter that is not of their aesthetic taste, to then yell a little later at the homophobe towards anyone who dares to speak of the scourge of homosexual priests, that within the Church they should not have citizenship, because a practicing homosexual priest constitutes the worst profanation of the Catholic priesthood. Above all, when certain gay ecclesiastic queers reach government roles, can do enormous damage, produce terrible injustices and hit worthy and holy priests unwilling to bow to the whims and moods of certain gay clerical despots in power.

These perfect new Catholics have now given themselves to the public hunt for the homophobe, they see homophobes everywhere. With sometimes even ridiculous and grotesque results. Here are two different examples: days ago, in Rome, I passed through Via Trionfale and to my amazement I discovered that the hut of the legendary Sora Maria who produced and offered the Romans the scratchy from far away 1933, is closed. It seems that poor Sora Maria is currently on trial for having offended the LGBT community with her scratchy, complete with a cheerful and fierce radical association for the defense of unspecified rights that even filed a civil party in the trial. But it gets worse. Wandering among the stalls of the fruit and vegetable market in Campo dei Fiori, I noticed that Sor Ernesto had written the name and price of a vegetable on a crate: «Phoenix 4 euros per kilo». I approach him and tell him: «’a Sor Ernè, what are you doing pija perculo? You didn't even take middle school and now you even became a Latinist?». Sor Ernesto was scared to death, he invited me to speak in a low voice, then, pulling me aside, he whispered that some time ago a complaint was filed with the Public Prosecutor's Office in Rome by an LGBT association because the word "fennel" was a homophobic term and should no longer be used in the fruit and vegetable market. Even in this case, the same gay and fierce radical association for the defense of unspecified rights had also filed as a civil party in that trial.

Many among us belong to the so-called generation young paulist, many of us later became priests struck by that call launched by the Holy Pontiff John Paul II at a time when we were just teenagers: "… do not be afraid, open: open wide the doors to Christ and his saving power!». And to open up to Christ and make him reign in his Church, if necessary, it is necessary to forcefully bar the doors to the gay rainbow Trojan horses that claim the "sacrosanct right" to sin.

We intend to remain indomitable Romans, free to be able to say itchy and fennel without fear, pace of perfect Catholics who massacre a bishop for a miter that is not to their taste, but which a few lines later bless the abomination of desolation: widespread homosexuality among the clergy, which in the Church can never and in any way be tolerated. Because the Church has always welcomed the sinner, especially the worst sinners, but it cannot and never will be able to bless sin, especially if the gay viperellas disguised as perfect Catholics who shoot at everything and everyone ask for it. While we, as experienced men that we are, as well as by true and real connoisseurs of that Roman curia that so excites the insane libido of certain aesthetic gays who really don't know it and for this reason they don't know how to analyze it at all, we stand on deck in brooding anticipation, knowing how many there were in number, especially the smarter ones, powerful and bad, that we have seen pass underneath dragged away by the water of the river. Imagine if we won't see even a silly little viperella pass by shortly.

 

the Island of Patmos, 20 May 2023

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