Life without Facebook

I deleted my Facebook account yesterday. I didn’t even notice it was gone until I remembered to write a post about it today. To be honest, I have not been using Facebook much in the last 12 months. I decided last year to unfriend dozens of people whom I barely know and to unfollow just about everyone, except one or two people. I was down to 30 relatives and friends. Then, I used the strictest privacy controls so no one could tag me or post on my wall. After doing this, there was no reason to remain on Facebook, but I delayed my decision for another 11 months.

What made me delete my Facebook account? The latest shenanigans involving Zuckerberg and Mizz Lean In – Sheryl Sandberg, who hired a PR firm to link Facebook critics to George Soros. The purpose is to discredit the social network’s critics by making it look like Soros funded them.

Read: Delay, Deny and Deflect: How Facebook’s Leaders Fought Through the Crisis

Read: Moral and Ethical Rot at Mark Zuckerberg and Sheryl Sandberg’s Facebook

I am alarmed by the anti-semitic George Soros conspiracy theories circulating around the Internet. That two Jewish persons, Zuckerberg and Sandberg, don’t care at all about fueling further anti-semitic frenzy is a testimony to their total amorality – all they care about is money and the world can go to hell. I should have left Facebook a long time ago after the Cambridge Analytica scandal, but I was lazy.

Why won’t I miss Facebook?

  • Because most of my relatives and close friends have ceased posting for over a year and a number of them have deleted their accounts;
  • Because most of the posts I see are from female acquaintances in their 50s who prance around in revealing clothing, pretending they are still 20 years old, fishing for compliments from other friends, who, of course, give them. It is pathetic and embarrassing. Grow up ladies!
  • Because people who live through their children – boasting shamelessly about their athletic achievements (it’s not even the Olympics, oy!) – are boring. They don’t need Facebook, they need an examination of conscience.
  • Because I’m in touch with my relatives and true friends via WhatsApp and Line. I don’t need Facebook.

So go ahead. Delete your Facebook account.

Here’s an article showing you how to do it:

How to delete your Facebook account once and for all



The Borg absorbs Ireland

“Resistance is futile.” (The Borg)

Ireland is the latest casualty of the Borg, the most frightening of the villains in the Star Trek series. Unlike the Starship Enterprise, however, Ireland put up very little resistance. If anything, it ran straight into the arms of the Borg, begging please to be absorbed.

The noisy, little Catholic opposition to abortion in Ireland was not what anyone can call a credible resistance. They never had a chance. They were a small fraction of Irish voters. Those among them who believed that they did stand a chance, were utterly deluded about where Ireland stands in the cycle of history and how the Irish got there.

“Your culture will adapt to service us.” (The Borg)

The Irish have an inferiority complex. Ireland was a poor country. The Irish immigrated to the United States, Australia, New Zealand and Canada to avoid starving to death. Protestant Anglo-Saxons have long looked down on the Irish as stupid Catholics who deserve their poverty.

Suddenly, here comes the European Union. Ireland sees a chance to become rich and “modern”, that is, the same as Europeans and Americans. The EU represented their chance to dump their weirdness and poverty, for which the “medieval” Catholic mindset and customs are to blame. The Irish wanted to be normal, ordinary Joes and Jills. Joining the EU and passing laws allowing divorce, abortion and gay marriage were their tickets to “normality”.

Presented with a choice between being backward/Catholic/weird and rich/hedonistic/pagan/modern/normal, they chose the latter. Divorce = modern. Tax avoidance paradise = modern. Property bubbles = modern. Gay marriage = modern. Abortion = modern.

The Borg is the contemporary Western hedonistic, materialistic universe where God and the supernatural have no role, and where money and physical pleasure are the ultimate aims of a human life. An unplanned baby gets in the way of money and pleasure. In the Borg universe, people are taught that the “I” is the supreme deity and it gets to decide what’s right and wrong, and there are no adverse consequences since the “I” also gets to decide what will be its own punishment and reward. The “I” thinks it is independent and thinking for itself, when in reality it is part of the Borg. That’s the genius of the Borg.

How does Ireland escape the Borg? At this stage in history, it doesn’t. A nation requires courageous leaders like Joan of Arc or Captain Jean-Luc Picard. It needs clergy who walk the talk and who will die for their faith. The Catholic clergy (except for a few) are pretty useless fighting the Borg. Even the Pope was largely absent. He is too busy destroying what remains of contemplative religious orders in the world and making a bishop who has a concubine (and kids) into a cardinal.

I don’t blame people who want Ireland to be free from the grip of the Catholic Church because this is what they see of the Church: a Pope who tells us there is no Hell, who is too busy making excuses for his buddies who are mired in financial and sexual scandals; irreverent Masses where anything goes and nothing matters; clergy who have no skin in the game; dwindling Mass attendance; Catholics who twist Catholic teaching to suit their personal desires. So they conclude that the entire thing – the Catholic Church – has been one big misogynistic scam where the guys get to have all the fun and the women suffer the consequences (the baby).

Only very few individuals will escape the Borg. They’re the ones who can see that a modern, “rich” Ireland isn’t quite what the Borg promised: a handful of people will get absurdly rich, but the rest will be saddled with debt and work their fingernails off just to get by (which is what is happening everywhere in the world, now ruled by the Borg). In the meantime, to distract the fingernail-less minions whose hands and bank accounts are bleeding, those in control will present them with spectacles like the unRoyal Wedding, football, celebrity rubbish and more. The minions will wonder why they are still so miserable in this hedonistic Euro paradise.

Didn’t the cheap TUI holiday package in Greece cure your malaise? Didn’t RyanAir deposit you on a sandy beach in Mallorca where the booze, drugs and sex made you forget your problems? What? You got pregnant by some bloke whose face you don’t remember because you were too drunk or stoned? Congratulations! Now you can go home to Ireland and have an abortion. No need to travel to England where people speak with funny accents. Progress, eh?

This is where we are in the historical cycle: the battle against the Borg is hand-to-hand combat, one soul at a time. This applies to Ireland and to the rest of world.

And to remind Catholics – it’s not just about abortion! It’s about the legalisation of vice and the promotion of vice as virtue: drugs (starting with marijuana), gambling, prostitution, pornography, pedophilia, abortion, exploitation of workers, manipulation of financial markets, foul language on TV, radio, the Internet and print media, the dumbing down of schools and universities, and more.

This is where we are in history: the sheep are being separated from the goats. Your choice. But God is still in control.

You want to avoid the goats. You want to be with the sheep and the Good Shepherd. By all means, don’t give up campaigning for human life, but have no illusions. Campaign, too, against all the other vices I mentioned above.

Pray, pray, pray! Pray the Rosary everyday. Go to Confession. Go to Communion. Try to lead a sinless life. Your life is an example to non-Catholics and to lapsed Catholics (as I once was).

Pray for and support the clergy who adhere to the centuries-old tenets of the Catholic faith. Attend the Latin Mass, if you can. If you don’t have a Latin mass near you, get a bunch of like-minded Catholics together in your parish and ask your priest for the Latin Mass. Support him with money (for vestments, etc.) for the Latin Mass. Don’t give up on this. Support traditional vocations by donating money.

Vatican II’s rejection of tradition has gravely damaged many of the faithful including the clergy. We are living with the consequences. The Cultural Revolution in the Catholic Church, represented by Vatican II, is producing exactly the rotten fruits that one can expect of any cultural revolution.

Sex sinks the Sixties Generation

Peter Hitchens has written an excellent essay entitled Some Reflections on the May 1968 now half a century ago about the May 1968 Paris riots. He tells us how it all began: “it started with a row about male students having access to female dormitories at the University of Nanterre, which really doesn’t stand much comparison with the defence of the cannons of Montmartre during the Paris Commune of 1871, let alone the storming of the Bastille in 1789, the convulsion’s supposed forerunners. On the other hand, it is a sign of what this was all really about – the dawning of the Age of the Self.”

I had no idea that the Soixante-Huitards (the term for the 60s generation in France) revolution, to which their nostalgic thoughts turn as they contemplate mortality, creaky knees, wrinkles, and erectile dysfunction, began as nothing more than a bunch of horny guys trying to get into young ladies’ knickers!

Half a century later, now in power, showered with money by their billionaire friends and donors, the Me Generation’s alpha males have fallen face down into the sewer of their own making, the result of their selfishness and sexual license, their pursuit of hedonism at all costs, and their to-hell-with-society philosophy.

Exhibit No. 1 is Bill Clinton, whose sexual misconduct during his term in office as president, boggles the mind. Isn’t it enough to be president of the United States? Don’t you believe in the sacred duty of public service, which includes sacrificing your own libido? Duty. Sacrifice. Not for them these values, which the generation of the Second World War held dear, and against which the Me Generation rebelled.

Among the French alpha males, there is Dominique Strauss-Kahn (born 1949), high-ranking member of the Socialist Party, and former managing director of the International Monetary Fund, whose illustrious career ended in 2011 after he was arrested by the New York police for alleged sexual assault against a hotel maid. Many allegations of sexual misconduct were made against him between 2012 and 2014, including the hiring of prostitutes for his orgies and aggravated pimping. Strauss-Kahn admitted in court that he participated in orgies because that’s what libertines like him do, but he denied hiring prostitutes.

More recently, Francois Hollande, president of France between 2012 and 2017, has left public office with a pathetic legacy. Most people remember him as the president who sneaked out at night on a scooter to visit his mistress, Julie Gayet (an actress), in 2014, causing his Official Mistress, Valerie Trierweiler, to dump him. In November 2014, his approval rating dropped to 12 percent and by the time the French elections rolled around, his approval rating dropped to 4 percent. He is the most unpopular president of the Fifth Republic. In the 2017 elections, the French people delivered an unsurprising verdict against Mr. Hollande and his merry band of Socialists. The French voted overwhelmingly for En Marche, the party of upstart Emmanuel Macron, and killed off the Socialist Party.

The sordid lives of these men who accepted the mantle of leadership, but refused the gravitas that goes along with it, preferring instead to remain horny, teenage boys forever, dragging down with them the dignity of the office of the positions they held – President of the United States, President of France, Managing Director of the IMF – makes me profoundly sad. In the end, they chose themselves. You can hear the mantras being chanted:  If it feels good, do it. What I do with my body is my own business.

So, what then happened to the leader of the May 1968 riots? Daniel Cohn-Bendit, known as Danny the Red, became a Green (he joined the German Green Party in 1984 and the French Green Party in 1999). He served as member of the European Parliament from 1999 to 2014. Sounds like the man had a successful political career and rode off into the sunset as a respected elder statesman. Except Daniel Cohn-Bendit has been haunted by accusations of pedophilia (in fact, in 1986, the Green Party even had a national working group on “Gays, Pederasts and Transsexuals”). I once heard him speak in a small conference and I was impressed. He’s intelligent, passionate, and very charismatic. Too bad about the pedophilia thing.

Hitchens ends his reflections on May 1968 saying:

I cannot deny that the liberation seemed attractive at the time. In that world of bad food, suppressed feeling, and often dull restraint, in which everything seemed universally grey and brown, the fresh green spring of 1968 and the psychedelic orange of the counterculture glowed seductively.

. . .

And we were so safe. These who we blamed for repressing us had brought us up in a world so secure and insulated from sad and violent events, that it never occurred to us that our behaviour would have any worse consequences than a mild bruise, or a headache, or some brief tears, or the occasional broken window.

Yet when I add up the outcomes of that era, for my own generation and for my parents’ generation too, I find an extraordinary amount of real tragedy, madness, death, loss, abject failure, cruelty, destruction and deep, deep disappointment.

I urge you to read Peter Hitchens’s memoir, Rage Against God (How Atheism Led Me to the Faith). Hitchens was once a Trotskyite, but he returned to the Anglican Church and continues to be one of the UK’s best and most fearless journalists (if not THE best journalist).

What Cardinal Marx doesn’t know about Communism

“Without Karl Marx there would be no Catholic social teaching,” so says Cardinal Marx (no relation, I assume). I pause here to let the reader laugh, cry, scream, fume, go to the toilet to throw up, then come back, say a prayer for the Cardinal (we MUST be charitable after all) and ask whether the Cardinal has ever read any of the social teachings of Christ as stated in the Bible.

Karl Marx did not invent charity to the poor! Way before Marx was born, the Catholic Church and the faithful servants of Our Lord had built orphanages, old people’s homes, widows’ homes, schools and hospitals for the poor. Those institutions lasted for centuries (see the Hospices de Beaune in France, a hospital built in 1443 by a devout nobleman and his wife, which lasted till 1952).

Communism is a failed experiment. When it was nothing more than a theory printed in books, it looked reasonable and even commendable.

However, when it was put in practice by mad scientists experimenting on live humans, it impoverished every society in which it was implemented and resulted in the death of hundreds of millions of people.

As our Organic Chemistry professor once said: “Chemistry is an unforgiving science; if you violate its principles, it eliminates you from the gene pool.” By this he meant, of course, those chemists and chemistry students who blew themselves up in lab or poisoned themselves because they thought they could wilfully violate the natural laws applicable to this planet.

So it is with Communism. It violated the natural laws applicable to humans and blew up. The dead are not its only victims. Millions more were forced to leave the communities where their ancestors lived for centuries and to migrate to other countries. Families were torn apart.

Furthermore, Communism gutted out the souls of the countries that adopted it; it destroyed their traditions and turned them into bland, modernist wastelands.

Look no further than China and indeed compare China to Japan (where Communism never took hold). Today, millions of Chinese tourists come to Japan to see what their Communist Party destroyed: shrines, temples, painting, calligraphy, an entire universe of learning and refinement, and every single beautiful thing created in China, pulverised by the Karl Marx-quoting idiots, but preserved in Japan.

Cardinal Marx owes an apology to the living descendants of those whose families perished and suffered under Communist rule, and to people who live in countries whose traditions were demolished by Communism.

Must read of the day: why traditionalism matters (interview with Wrath of Gnon)

Jonathon van Maren at The Bridgehead has published an interview entitled Why Traditionalism Matters with the man behind Wrath of Gnon, a popular traditionalist on Twitter who has thousands of followers.

One of the reasons I follow Wrath of Gnon is that he doesn’t just whine about the sorry state of modern life, he posts gorgeous photos of old towns and cities to contrast them with our hideous, alienated urban spaces dominated by starchitect luxury condominiums and parking lagoons (a term coined by James Howard Kunstler, author of the Long Emergency and The Geography of Nowhere).

Wrath of Gnon inspires us to do better to create a home and a community that are worth living and dying for. I don’t follow many people on Twitter. Wrath of Gnon’s tweets are the ones I look forward to, most of all, when I’m having a bad day. Always inspiring.

How to start a revolution in Europe

If you want to start a revolution in Europe, reduce the number of cheap flights to sunny places. Take away their charter flights, their EasyJet and RyanAir and Volotea, and the populace will destroy whatever is left of their civilisation.

Going to the beach, drinking heavily, partying and sunning themselves to a crisp are such an obsession among Europeans (I am including Russians here). In summer, they go to Spain, Greece, Turkey, and Cyprus. In winter, they have inexpensive flights to Thailand, and they go for cheap drugs, booze and sex.

Europe worships at the altar of hedonism.

I have lived in Europe since 1995, but I spend increasingly more time outside it, mostly in Japan, Singapore and New Zealand. I still go to untouristy islands in Greece, to the Dolomites to hike, to Scotland . . .

Europe has deteriorated so much since the mid-1990s; it is dirtier, poorer and more violent.

The migrants are not the main problem. Europeans are the problem. They litter, they don’t run the trains properly, they don’t impose law and order, they make excuses for their own pathetic behaviour, their kids are out of control, THEY are out of control. Chaos reigns.

Noise is dangerous and deceptive

From “The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise” by Robert Cardinal Sarah:

“Today, in a highly technological, busy world, how can we find silence? Noise wearies us, and we get the feeling that silence has become an unreachable oasis. How many people are obliged to work in a chaos that distresses and dehumanises them? Cities have become noisy furnaces in which even nights are not spared the assault of noise. Without noise, postmodern man falls into a dull, insistent uneasiness. He is accustomed to permanent background noise, which sickens yet reassures him. Without noise, man is feverish, lost. Noise gives him security, like a drug on which he has become dependent. With its festive appearance, noise is a whirlwind that avoids facing itself. Agitation becomes a tranquilliser, a sedative, a morphine pump, a sort of reverie, an incoherent dream-world. But this noise is a dangerous, deceptive medicine, a diabolic lie that helps man avoid confronting himself in his interior emptiness. The awakening will necessarily be brutal.”

The enemy is distraction

Do you feel exhausted? Frazzled by the holiday rush to buy presents, put up Christmas decorations, prepare for Christmas parties and Christmas dinner? Do you feel pressure to read “The Dictator Pope”, a tell-all concerning the shenanigans of the current occupier of the throne of St. Peter? (UPDATE: I did eventually read it and I recommend it highly).

I don’t, because I have a  lot to do already! I pray the Rosary every day, read the daily Gospel readings, meditate, pray the Compline, do an examination of conscience at night, say a prayer of penance, and read at least one book that deepens my faith (right now, it’s St. Francis de Sales’s “Introduction to the Devout Life”).

Reading about a dictator pope is fine if you have lots of time on your hands. But at the moment I don’t.

It isn’t because I don’t care about what goes on in the Vatican. I have to care, especially when a number of official pronouncements emanating from the seat of the Catholic Church have confused and angered Catholics who treasure the traditional teachings of the Church. These teachings have not changed since Our Lord walked on this earth and dined with the Apostles. Yet many of our clergy want to bring these teachings “up to date”, to “modernise” them for us, because they think we’re dummies. They think we can’t read or appreciate Latin. They don’t understand why we’re so moved by the solemn beauty of the Roman Rite (which they call the Old Rite, as in old furniture and old cars), which has been handed down to us through hundreds of years. Cardinals and popes have come and gone, but the traditional liturgy and the words of Our Lord have always found a home in the hearts of Catholics and continue to lead souls to heaven.

If you’re worried about Vatican pronouncements that seem to depart from traditional Catholic teachings, calm down. Everything you need to keep on the narrow road to heaven is available for download or in paper format:

  • the Catechism of Pope Pius X;
  • the encyclicals of Pope Leo XIII;
  • the Catechism of the Council of Trent;
  • the works of St. Thomas Aquinas and St. Augustine;
  • St. Louis de Montfort’s books about the Rosary and devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary;
  • St. Francis de Sales’s “Introduction to the Devout Life”;
  • the works of St. Teresa of Avila.

That’s enough to occupy you for an entire year.

But right now, ask yourself: what do you need to do?

The enemy is distraction from the burning task at hand: prayer, meditation, fasting, abstinence, penance, almsgiving, going to Mass, reading books such as the ones I’ve listed above.

Since we don’t know the hour of our death – it could be tomorrow – spend your limited time on matters that purify your soul and lead you to God.