Christmas season turns into Epiphany festivities, continuing until Candlemas day, February 2. I’ve been looking at some items received during Christmastide. Oh! The Snowman! Here’s the story:
While locking up the chalice in the sacristy after Holy Mass I heard raucous laughter out in the church as well as my own name. Knowing that curiosity killed the cat, I went instead to the back sacristy to take off the Mass vestments, with prayers of thanksgiving. Alas, the laughter followed and I was presented with what is pictured above, but I didn’t read it, instead offering thanks and Christmas blessings, and putting all this in the cargo pocket of my 5.11 shirt. So, I was simply told forthwith that what was said on the note is true, but not really, but, yes, really. I needed a bit of humility, and, hahaha. Fair enough, thought I.
And then that was followed by another visit to that back sacristy and I was asked if I had seen the note. I said no. And I was told that what was said on the note is true, really, but not really, but, yes, really. I needed a bit of humility, and, hahaha. Yikes! thought I. Being shy, or lacking in all humility, I escaped, jumping in Sassy the Subaru and, only when safely a couple of miles down the road, a glance at the note was taken, and, of course, there was laughing out loud. I have the best parish in the world.
The “Den of Thieves” documentary is about how some few people, allegedly dazzled with money, allegedly cynically used the desire of others, that desire being to provide for the common good as motivated by genuine religious piety. It’s not that those others who were being used were “important” or “had extraordinary talents.” No. They were simply convenient stooges in the eyes of the cynical, nothing, pawns to be removed at will.
This resonates with me because it seems to me that, at a certain point, I was set to be one of the stooges for this alleged money laundering scheme, just another convenient, useful idiot in the eyes of those same cynical people. It was a perfect storm of coincidences. Nothing more. I’m nothing, nobody, but certainly eager in my naïveté. Apologies for dragging you though some personal history, but what is recounted here about my being thrown into the dark side of the Church and then about anti-Mafia connections feeds into what I think may be a lead someone might want to take up regarding the alleged money laundering of the (Catholic) American University of Madaba, Jordan (AUM) and the alleged money laundering of Vatican Bank. No apologies, however, for my throwing in some humor with this. We gotta lighten it up, right?
Encouragement to get to know the dark side
Just by happenstance logistical circumstance, as a nobody seminarian, way back in the day, I became friends with a newly ordained priest who was actually a believer, solidly Catholic, pious, one of the few truly brilliant minds in the Church today. Over the decades he became concerned that I was too entrenched in being oblivious to the real world, the way things are, the glaring wounds slashed upon, hammered into the Body of Christ. Over a period of some months he tried to convince me that part of being faithful is to recognize all the unfaithfulness there is all around us, also in the Holy See, the Roman Curia, Satan prowling to murder souls. I had been too content with seeing myself as evil, but, please God, saved by Jesus Christ. Out of sloth, I didn’t want to also much notice the needs of the Lord’s Little Flock.
One day, many years having gone by but still repeating his mantra against my naïvité, he then added that a certain papabile (someone quite likely to be elected Pope in a future conclave) with whom he was acquainted ex officio, needed a driver, and that I would be perfect for this, as it would be my chance to get to know the dark side, those individuals in the Church who had chosen not to follow Jesus. Finally I would be put face to face with the needs of the Lord’s Little Flock that my friend knew all too well. But, he warned me repeatedly, this papabile is likely a homosexualist. Well, that was no surprise. I had been surrounded by that in the seminary and throughout my priesthood. This simply meant that I was to meet up with sociopathic rationalizations now more than ever.
This is the kind of thing an ecclesiastical library rat – the most extreme in wanting to be nobody so as to make the silence of a highly protected library effective – would be happy to do, as it would permit (1) continuing in the joy of being nobody, (2) it would afford entertainment (which was otherwise walking about Rome memorizing Greek and Hebrew paradigms) and (3) might possibly aid in the betterment of the Church, however that would work out, trusting my friend that he knew what he was doing. He was an occasional Confessor for me and, on occasion, also a spiritual director. I was well aware that this was also for the good of my soul, meant to rip me out of the entirely too-easy-life of the naïve.
My friend then said he’s going to make a phone call to set this up. Some days later, he told me that I was expected at that papabile’s residence at my convenience. I put this off for weeks, but at his insistence, I went. Was I being set up to be a spy, reporting back to my friend? Sure. Obviously. That’s also the point. I trusted him and still do trust him to this day, entirely. Is that being naïve? I was learning.
On the periphery of Sankt Gallen
In the space of just a year and a half I was catapulted into extreme Church politics, gaining in perspective. This included moving amongst the movers and shakers and other papabili of the time. For instance, I gave a retreat to a certain group of priests and power-monsignors of the Archdiocese of Milan as a favor to Cardinal Martini, S.J., a fellow “Scripture scholar” of the Pontifical Biblical Institute, if you’ll forgive my adding myself in name to such a gnostic group. After that retreat, Martini tried to draw me in closer, having his minions, now inside the Jesuit Biblicum, put pressure on me to do translations for his non-stop verbiage published at the time everywhere in the world. On one occasion, I was brought to within a few miles of Sankt Gallen when that particular papabile for whom I was a “driver” threw an apoplectic tantrum as he remembered some real-time church politics taking place there. This actually scared me. He was frantic: “Turn into that parking lot! Now! – Now turn around! – Go, go, go!” I had no idea what Sankt Gallen was back then. Needless to say, this incident indicates that I wasn’t quite in the inner circle, though I would continue to be invited to accompany the power-Cardinals at whatever Pontifical event. I’ve been given the name “the janitor”, but now I was “the driver”. Still a nobody, thanks be to God. Sorry, just a little humor to lighten it up a bit:
Again, for me, all this was entertainment in the midst of stratospheric academics. It was an opportunity to do what I never do, provoking or responding to ferocious discussions on the most essential refinements of perspective that was “steering the policy” (a phrase I hate) regarding the world and the Church. I would try to point out that our redemption wrought in Christ is the driving engine of history, that Jesus is the Lord of History. Deaf ears for that pronouncement.
In those years I could and would wend my own way throughout, say, the Secretariat of State, from the “Tower” to the Terzo Piano, always starting from the wrong door, say, the back door of the back door, just to gaslight security, teaching them a lesson in just how unprepared they are, just to do it. Conversely, I would be brought into even the most remote offices and back corridors throughout Vatican City State. For instance, I was left home alone, if you will, for hours, with the secret archives specifically of the Congregation for Bishops, right in front of me, I’m guessing as a test. The chain of custody, if you will, wouldn’t be lost if there were cameras. But maybe I was the stooge. Or simply trusted. There’s my naïveté.
Weirdly, I was invited, pressured really, by a number higher-ups and papabili throughout the years to investigate the maze of tunnels also used for electrical conduits and old pneumatic communications systems crisscrossing below Vatican City, throughout the Roman Curia, and everything inclusive in between, and one of which was still used. My questions, retrieving answers, and countered with recommendations, were all about security. I heard later that one of those recommendations for the residence “Santa Marta” involving what I’ll call “security windows”, with a certain chemical barrier, was taken up with the most up-to-date technologies. Another recommendation was taken up for the Holy Office after my own computer was disappeared, which is laughable; whoever it was got a lot of Greek and Hebrew paradigms and exegetical notes. Ooo! The Hail Mary in Greek! The Lord’s Prayer in Syriac! Many offices in the Curia had been hit that very night.
My friend who threw me into this maelstrom told me frequently that I was beginning to be “feared in the Roman Curia.” This was a warning. And this wasn’t because I was important. It’s because I was an unknown quantity. People hate that. He himself was taken aback as all this was taking on a life of its own. He didn’t elaborate, but the original papabile to whom I was “assigned”, so to speak, often mentioned… incidents… meetings… in which I was brought up by this or that Cardinal Prefect, this or that Archbishop Secretary, including various and sundry at the top of the Secretariat of State. There were objections about me that were met with strong defenses. That particular papabile (who set me up with Martini), named names, stating who my friends were, repeating their names again and again over the years. This surprised me, as I had never met or talked to such people, and wondered what that was all about.
I am not bragging about this. It makes me feel unclean. But learning about the dark side was good for my priesthood. Being at least slightly less naïve has provided that I can be a bit more available to Jesus for what He wants of me in navigating all the hell there is in this dark world.
But such a life history can and did have unintended consequences. Whenever one moves in the circles of those who are also, say, at the center of international finances, to the point of teaching financiers philosophical nuances of rationalizations for whatever economic systems, that is, to the point of manipulating world leaders, or those who in turn manipulate world leaders, through larger than life institutions such as the United Nations, the World Economic Forum, the World Bank, various parliaments and influential mega-rich individuals, it is then that one is also noticed by the intelligence community. They want to know who such a person is, for better or worse. And that’s just really annoying for them. I was annoying for them. Again, it’s not because I’m important. It’s because I’m happy to be the useful idiot for the good of my own soul. The question for those who notice this regards whether I’m willing to be even more of an idiot than I already am. Trusting my friend is one thing. Trusting intel is quite another.
Recruitment tactics of anti-Mafia GICO
Years after being thrown into the dark side, so, now in the mid-2000s, I was at targeted for recruitment by the Gruppo d’investigazione sulla criminalità organizzata (Organized Crime Investigation Group = GICO), which is a specialized department of the Guardia di Finanza, the Guardians of Finance, an Italian law enforcement agency, a subsection of their Department of Defense. That should tell you something about those in the Roman Curia I was hanging around with. Some of the GICO are Tier 1 operators. They investigate and finish what they start regarding international drug trafficking, smuggling, financial crimes, money laundering, terrorism, what always goes hand in hand with money laundering, which is the financing of terrorism, not to mention their attempts to tamp down human and sex trafficking. They also have much to do, therefore, with customs and border protection. But most especially, with intensity, any GICO adrenaline rush is being everywhere and everything all that which is anti-Mafia. They’re the ones.
My recruitment, at first, wasn’t meant to tear me away from the inner sanctums of the library of the Pontifical Biblical Institute, where I was daily, literally, the first to enter and the last to leave. Academic endeavors having nothing to do with the Mafia were one of the aspects of my life lending me, strangely, the street cred needed to move among those who were to be my named targets for spying, that is, some particular Cardinals of the Holy Roman Church. On the Italian peninsula, where there’s money, there are also all-too-clever mafiosi. There were two individuals involved in my recruitment to assist with anti-Mafia activities, one I’ll call The Thug, the other The buffoon.
The thug entered my life after I once again arrived in Italy, and had sent boxes of books back to Rome. The thug had waylaid those boxes, sending them instead to his anti-Mafia office he was temporarily using at the docks down in Naples. Killing two birds with one stone, I first attended the celebrations for San Gennaro on 19 September and then went to “his” office. He himself didn’t appear, though we had had many phone calls leading up to this would-be meeting. He threatened me with all sorts of trumped up charges, such as tax evasion for using old and tattered dictionaries instead of buying new ones in Italy. Pfft. More seriously, I had sent restricted medicine to myself from oversees, a supply of some months as it takes forever to get a doctor in Rome and this was medicine on which I depend to stay alive from day to day. My bad. I had brought a supply on the plane with me, but I would need this other medicine soon enough. My anti-Mafia friend had waylaid this at the airport in Rome. I complained that I would have to go overseas to get the medicine and then return again, continuously. I told him honestly that I didn’t know it was restricted. Kicking me in the face was now counterproductive for him, so he let me have the meds as well.
This anti-Mafia thug, never letting up, was forever bragging about his accomplishments, what rank he held in the anti-Mafia and what his role had been in famous Mafia take-downs up to that point. He was poised to become part of the top council of the anti-Mafia. I’m guessing that such stories, true or not, were meant as a threat as much as some sort of credibility statement. He would literally hunt me down wherever in Italy I was, befriending me by, say, taking me on day-trips to whatever ecclesiastical pilgrimage site. I played along with such shenanigans because in doing so, one learns much about motivations. Indeed, the whole time he would speak of what he wanted me to take on as assignments from him, so that I would report to him about – you guessed it – the Cardinals whose names and residences he correctly iterated. He had this witnessed, though such conversations would not be public. I was to to be a spy, but this time for the Italian Ministry of Defense. One of the more ironic day trips was to Orvieto. He said he wanted to get my comment on Signorelli’s mural of the anti-Christ in the side chapel of that zebra-Cathedral. Clever.
For a really cool slide-show about the zebra-esque “Duomo” from Google Maps: HERE. Really awesome. And he was right. I was truly impressed. But I think my explanation of the anti-Christ went right over his head.
By now any threats were over, and he had moved on to bribery. For instance, for the summer months of my return to Italy I was living on the top of a mountain some 100 kms North of Rome. I would commute by bus which normally went to the top of that mountain. He had said that he had arranged with the chief at the local police station at the base of the mountain to give me a ride, personally, wherever I wanted whenever I wanted. Imagine the hatred that chief would have for that guy, and by extension, for me. Immediately after such arrangements were made, the bus was cancelled at the bottom of the mountain, and likewise the train. Just when I arrived. Again and again. Coincidence?
This left all the bus passengers flustered. Even though a number of times it would be raining, and even though it was a hike of many miles up the all too steep mountain, an old volcano, I wouldn’t take the bribe. I was asked about my not taking the bribe some time later. The guy was really angry. I had made a fool of him. Bribery is the flip side of extortion. The thug was so very sleazy that I didn’t trust him at all. Hence, my nickname for him, the thug.
Soon after this failure, still in the mid-2000s, I was at targeted for recruitment once again by GICO, this time intensifying the pressure by using someone a bit more clean, more refined, more polite, with a judicial grasp of the Italian language, a talent preemptively winning all arguments in Italy. This buffoon was the top Italian military attorney, now also getting his degree in Canon Law as he was the named liaison between the Italian Department of Defense and the Holy See. The Italian military cooperates with the Holy See in just about everything security-wise, and there is a lot of legal maneuvering what with ever refined concordats and such. He had moved into my priests’ residence in Rome and after no time he was wanting to arrange that I become a pastor of a certain parish in southern Italy in order to help them arrest certain mafiosi by their bugging of my Confessionals, etc.
Unlike the thug, he did this recruiting as if it were all good, above board. He did this publicly, hoping to legitimize his request by attempting to make such an agreement with me in front of important and well connected ecclesiastics in Rome, one of them a well known professor, a consultant for the Holy See, entrenched in the Middle East, and a Pontifical Confessor at one of the major papal basilicas in Rome, always at hobnobbing events, known to everyone in the Holy See and amongst the worldly politicians of the day. Since I’m actually a priest, there’s no way I’m going to betray the Seal of Confession. They would all have known of the automatic excommunication awaiting any priest who breaks the Seal of Confession. I said this plainly. This attorney guy failed as well.
Yet, for him to get to that point, finalizing arrangements for this rather sensitive operation with the Holy See, this attorney guy would have already done his due diligence in my regard. Such a background check, if you will, would have not been possible unless it had been put directly in front of the guy in this series whom I nickname Bellissima. In proportion to this being out of the ordinary, coming from the Italian Department of Defense, such a request would be duly noted, remembered. More than that, Bellissima would have been acutely aware that I had gotten a Propaganda Due “P2” guy out of the Holy Office right at that time. That was quite the nuclear explosion all on its own, and was confirmed for me years later by the head of Intel for the Holy See. But I digress.
But perhaps this buffoon guy was actually doing me a favor, giving me the opportunity to publicly manifest a rejection, thus distancing myself from any mafia-esque disgruntlement. But I’m not “important” enough for that kind of cover which is at best ineffective. There would still be a question mark over my name. Even a buffoon would know this, and so would anyone hearing of this. After my rejecting his offer to assist in taking down some individuals in the Mafia, he could have come to me later, privately, and said, “Well played! Hahaha. So, what’s your real answer?”
Back to alleged money laundering at the American University of Madaba and Vatican Bank
Fast forward a few years when it’s now crunch time for the new American University of Madaba, Jordon, which was seemingly, allegedly, from the beginning, set up as a front for money laundering as pointed out in Church Militant’s documentary “Den of Thieves” (which I’ve repeatedly showcased at the top of every installment in this series). It’s now 2010 and AUM, though incorporated in, of all places, New Hampshire, has zero accreditation in the USA, not even in New Hampshire. It all seems to be just a lot of deceptive fakery. Important donors, to the tune of millions of dollars, were getting skittish. It was all about to implode. The perfect storm.
When it was discovered that I was willing to work and teach in Israel and then be transferred to within an easy bike ride of the American University of Madaba, and that I had already assisted a university level Catholic institution to get their accreditation, and that I could easily have supplied the Holy Mass and sacraments and whatever, say, optional courses in philosophy, theology, Scripture (even though AUM was not explicitly mentioned in that trajectory of life laid out for me), well, that information would allegedly have been shared with Bella in New Hampshire. I’m thinking Bella is the guy who assisted AUM with incorporation, with “accreditation”, and, most importantly, with the money laundering. I’m thinking that Bella knew absolutely nothing about me. But happy to capitalize on such an opportunity in giving AUM a little boost, he immediately called his friend, Bellissima, with whom he’s as thick as thieves, so as to say: “We have a convenient stooge, a useful idiot, someone who’s nobody, who can help AUM’s standing.”
See previous installments of this series about Bella and Bellissima. It would have been quite impossible for Bellissima not to have known about my activities in the Holy See and then with the anti-Mafia. For all of them, I’m exactly, precisely the person that would have to be kept far away from AUM. As I mentioned in a previous posting in this series, a threat, delivered with consummate politeness yet thuggery of enforcing the threat was called into my own ecclesiastical higher-ups, putting a kibosh on my getting on the plane to Tel Aviv within hours, that cancellation causing catastrophic difficulties in many countries. I was entrenched in being a nobody and that was the problem. I couldn’t be verified as a friendly, and there was a question mark as to why I had been hanging with papabili and anti-Mafia for years.
All just my opinion. I’m not implicating anyone, not naming anyone. The underlying allegations of money laundering are made by someone else whom I don’t know, whom I’ve never talked with, in the video up top of this post. What I write here might perhaps be considered as a lead by some few. I don’t know. I’m just putting my own experiences out there. At least for me, this narrative answers the most questions the most consistently and the most simply. Perhaps it’s all fiction. I don’t know. To me, it raises questions.
As the Lord’s providence would have it, I would again cross paths with both Bella and Bellissima not long thereafter. And it wasn’t pleasant.
Next up in this series: “Den of Thieves” Vatican Bank – J’accuse!
Totally. Awesome. On. All. Issues. He’s super Pro-Life.
Take that you Democrat KKK racist bag-head transvestite burqa wearing cowards… Hahahahaha!
P.S. On a personal note, my own experience with a weaponized baseball bat was in a parish of which I was pastor in the deep-deep south, well over 300 miles further south than I am now. But the bat wasn’t just wrapped in barbed wire (which can rip you to shreds), but also had dozens of large spikes hammered through it so that every hit would also be like being stabbed multiple times.
That bat was in full view in the back seat of a uniquely marked junky red car. The bat had all sorts of racist death threats written on it with paint-marker pens. That car had been parked right in front of the rectory, forcing me to walk by it to the church, all on parish property, on which we also had a parochial school. It would be half a week or so before that car was removed. It was in and of itself a hate-crime.
After some days again my own car needed some work. I asked for advice on good mechanics, and one nice lady told me to go to an out of the way garage in a back-neighborhood of a town that wasn’t close by. But, fine. I went. It took quite a while to find it. There was a guy working on another car. He didn’t see me with his head buried in the engine. I took the opportunity to mentally examine the inside of the garage in detail. I couldn’t miss seeing that same red car was on the far side of the shop, raised up on a hydraulic car lift, like, to the ceiling, all the lights turned off on that side of the shop.
Just then he emerged to see what I wanted but I somehow was able to talk my way out of getting anything done at that shop and left, feeling I had just gotten away with my life, that guy being very possibly the owner of that car and spiked baseball bat.
Such baseball bats are meant not only to smack down black people, but also Catholics and Jews.
It’s all a piece with the Democrat KKK party pushing abortions in black neighborhoods all this time.
Thank God for the Supreme Court’s defederalization of fake rights to murder kids in the womb.
Thank God for new politicians like Jerone Davison.
Here’s another guy I really like a lot, also pro-life, and I hope he becomes our governor here in North Carolina, Lieutenant Governor Mark Robinson, Republican:
NOTE TO THE CANCELERS: The last time I supported a pro-life candidate over satanic pro-abortion maniacs the powers that be did their best to shut me down altogether, frantically contacting me to say that the separation of Church and State (that’s not the law) demands that I, as a priest, take down any support for Republican candidates unless I cover up and lie for the hellion pro-abort racist Demoncrats, which I cannot do.
I suppose I will immediately receive horrific pressure to take down this post, or else. Whatever.
Just some legally significant logistics: I write on my own time on my own equipment for no compensation on my own bandwidth in my own “hut” as one parishioner calls it. I own the blog. I’m the publisher, blah blah blah. … and … Hahahahaha.
It’s all about chevron deference. No longer. That decision of SCOTUS the other day undoes just about all BATFE infringements on the second amendment. LOL. Chevron deference claimed by BATFE was an abuse of authority:
“We, the entitled ones at BATFE, get to interpret the law anyway we want because we’re, like, special and have, like, chevron privilege! We can define the law contrary to its plain meaning, because we say it’s ambiguous, and… and… besides… we’re the one’s who are nice.”
SCOTUS finally got sick of it all. Any chevron should be earned, have integrity. Here’s dad:
I’m sure BATFE will now be so emotionally traumatized that they’ll want to do a SWAT raid on the parish, looking for the one who has the offensive hat.
Rule number one: men in the congregation don’t wear hats in church.
Rule number two: be reasonable. The hat doesn’t mean one even owns a gun.
This is as far back in the back ridges of moonshine Cherokee County as you can possibly get. The old guy who lives here makes his way out on Sundays to serve the Traditional Latin Mass, and then afterward, I go on Communion calls, which includes his wife.
He greets me at the door packing heat, I think a .38 Special. Meanwhile, the son, who’s probably as old as I am (which is old), will usually be coming up from downstairs to see what trouble is brewing up top. The son can mag-dump into the same bullet hole a good distance out with – not a revolver, as that would be too easy – but with a grindy-trigger pistol. Hat’s off to him. Then he’ll disappear again. Meanwhile, the old guy’s elderly wife, well, let’s just say that this reminds of her skills and wisdom:
We have a chat, making sure we’re all good to go with food supplies and candles for prayer and such. Then the prayer gets serious with the Holy Communion part of the Communion call. Then we chat a bit more about schedules of doctors and such for the week. We might also talk about guns, because, well, I’m always carrying as well. If I’m not, I get severely reprimanded with lectures about the fallen state of the world and how I have to be at the ready in any situation. If I’m just coming from the Rehab/Nursing Home I might say that it’s still in the car. More reprimands come my way for being so forgetful, with no discipline. I love it. They’re such a day brightener for me.
[I admit it. I put up this post just to annoy the infamous commenter troll guy who wants me out of the priesthood. Just a little humor to lighten things up. But some people just like to be angry. Anyway, I’m in a really good mood today, and so very happy to be a priest.]
Putting the pedal to the metal, the price of gas here in these USA is racing to be as expensive as the price of gas in France. Here’s a meme that’s been making the rounds sent in from “Tiny”…
A thief in Paris planned to steal some paintings from the Louvre. After careful planning, he got past security, stole the paintings, and made it safely to his van. However, he was captured only two blocks away when his van ran out of gas.
When asked how he could mastermind such a crime and then make such an obvious error, he replied, Monsieur, the reason I stole the paintings is because…
I had no Monet…
to buy Degas…
to make the Van Gogh.
I had De Gualle to do it and…
I had nothing Toulouse.
I recall standing outside the Art Gallery of New South Wales, Australia, which boasts of artists’ names engraved along the tops of the façades of the buildings, such as, “RAPHAEL, MICHAEL ANGELO, BELLINI, TITIAN.” Yes. You read that correctly.
Full disclaimer: The only reason this is at all funny to me is because I recognize myself as being not only the most un-well-read of clergy ever to have been ordained, but also the most uncultured. That’s not to fault my most cultured teachers in this small world of ours who think to have seen potential in me and went way out of their way to show this north-woods-boy the museums of the world, not the obvious ones, but small, out of the way, holding world class treasures that were on “Tours”. Fascinating how styles of art reflect the meanderings of philosophy and theology and economics and psychology and whatever of any age and culture.
There’s humor, and then there’s irony, and both together. Chesterton and Belloc have it that you can’t be Christian without a sense of irony, ironic humor or humorous irony, such as justice and mercy kissing upon the Cross of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. If you get this, because you stand with the Living Truth, you are filled to overflowing with joy in seeing life through death and the power of a soul that magnifies the Lord:
That’s a screen shot of the opening email screen above. Below is the (slightly edited) text:
Città del Vaticano 08 aprile 2022
Avviso sulla Sicurezza Informatica.
gli effetti della mutata situazione geopolitica e del conflitto in corso tra Russia e Ucraina hanno costretto tutti gli operatori e i cittadini a considerare con maggiore attenzione la questione della sicurezza digitale e ad alzare il livello di guardia verso le possibili intrusioni nei sistemi informatici.
Si tratta di un fenomeno che aveva già registrato un notevole incremento negli ultimi tempi e che è cresciuto ulteriormente in conseguenza dei nuovi scenari generati dal conflitto, tanto in ambito finanziario quanto in altri settori che interessano la nostra vita quotidiana (commercio, viabilità, salute, istruzione…).
Anche per tale ragione l’Istituto per le Opere di Religione, che già opera con standard e livelli di sicurezza digitale molto elevati, ha rafforzato i propri presidi informatici di difesa.
In questo contesto e per la sua tutela, le rinnoviamo l’invito a non rispondere ad eventuali richieste di informazioni in merito ai suoi dati personali o ai suoi servizi finanziari.
Come lei ben sa, non è prassi del personale del nostro Istituto richiede telefonicamente o via email l’invio di dati sensibili o di codici.
Qualora avesse anche solo il sospetto di una possibile intrusione nei suoi profili digitali non esiti a contattarci
Indirizzo email: [/////]
Indirizzo di posta: [/////]
per verificare ed eventualmente reagire prontamente per proteggere il suo patrimonio.
La barriera di difesa dei suoi dati si completa solo attraverso una collaborazione costante tra lei e il nostro staff, a cui la invitiamo a segnalare ogni eventuale tentativo sospetto di appropriazione dei suoi riferimenti sensibili.
Grazie in anticipo per la collaborazione.
Restiamo a sua completa disposizione e non esiti a contattarci per ogni eventuale chiarimento o segnalazione su quanto sopra esposto.
Google translate for your convenience:
Information Security Notice.
the effects of the changed geopolitical situation and the ongoing conflict between Russia and Ukraine have forced all operators and citizens to consider the issue of digital security with greater attention and to raise the level of guard against possible intrusions into computer systems.
This is a phenomenon which had already registered a significant increase in recent times and which has grown further as a result of the new scenarios generated by the conflict, both in the financial sector and in other sectors that affect our daily life (commerce, roads, health, education…).
For this reason too, the Institute for Works of Religion [IOR], which already operates with very high standards and levels of digital security, has strengthened its IT defense systems.
In this context and for your protection, we renew the invitation not to respond to any requests for information regarding your personal data or financial services.
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That would be right. The old double reverse:
“We’re the government, and we’re here to help you. There are electronic phishing schemes from which we want to protect you, so, just please electronically send us all your personal details and codes and it’ll all be good, because we never otherwise electronically ask for your personal details and codes as we have throughout the years, you know, because we’re nice!”
This is all CYA in my opinion. This is blaming the victim in my opinion. If what is said is true, then they’ve been hacked and run by “Russia! Russia! Russia!” (as Tucker would say) for very many years indeed, long before Pope Benedict XVI abdicated, really a long time before Putin seriously thought about invading Ukraine.
The IOR (Vatican Bank) have been asking me – electronically – for my personal details and codes and such for all those years. Way back in the day I asked for confirmation from a friend in the Holy See as to the legitimacy of this request. He went to the IOR, “Vatican Bank”, for me to do just this. All legit, he reported. That was years and years ago. Since I still didn’t trust this reporting (sorry), I called the IOR a number of times and had extended conversations with any number of high-up officials. It was all legit, all the accusations of money laundering and the financing of international terrorism to as to force the electronic sending of personal details and codes, you know, to avoid the confiscation of account by IOR. A number of times more recently IOR tried this B.S. again and again. And then, hilariously, the IAS (IFRS) hinted to me about their oversight of the shenanigans of the IOR. Don’t forget, there’s a trial that’s ongoing about weirdnesses regarding hundreds and hundreds of millions of dollars that involves the IOR. Who can the Vatican blame when monies of accounts disappear? Putin! Pfft.
I’ve given up on recovering my two accounts at the IOR long ago. I figure that they’re likely stealing as much money as possible and squirreling it all away before all their B.S. hits the fan.
But maybe I’m wrong about all this. Maybe they’re just not thinking clearly. Maybe I’m not. But none of this adds up: “Send us all your details and codes electronically because we forbid you to enter into Vatican City because of Covid. We’ve asked you to do this electronically for years and years and years, which is why we say that we never ask for that information electronically! And we are continuing to accuse you of money laundering and the financing of international terrorism as we always have so as to force you to cooperate in our embezzling of your accounts. So, there! Take that dear client.”
That actually sounds like a confession to me.
Oh. I forgot. IOR already has all my personal details and codes. So, they don’t need to do this double-reverse phishing. That’s a clever phishing scheme indeed. “We already have all your details and codes so send us your details and codes electronically now so that we can protect you from recent phishing schemes to get your details and codes electronically.”
And it’s all done though the domains of Vatican City State “Holy See.” Let’s see…
Hey! Maybe this is a low-level employee at IOR who has no access to the data bases other than email addresses of clients, you know, to send out Christmas and Easter greetings, and he’s phishing for the rest. With some help of the Vatican postal service, it’s all easy peasy. You only need to cash in on a few “dead” accounts, and then run.
I laughed out loud when he described the difference between Jesus and Mary when it comes to the unrelenting ferocious cleansing of the temple. Hahahahaha. :-) Good for you, Father Altier. I love it.
This is a repost, just because…
Because he has the most succinct, clearest, direct, ferocious, charitable summaries of the abuse crisis to date. Really, really good. You’ll think for a moment that this is slightly dated now, but then it will hit you that, no, there’s a large number of the hierarchy from priests right to the top who still fit this description most precisely.
Because he’s right, of course, about dearest Immaculate Mary. Hahahahahahahaha.
All cute, right? I think people don’t understand what he’s doing here. We might just chuckle, think it’s a bit of comedy, breaking the ice of the cold-war, clever statesmanship with basic humanity. But there’s more than this.
The top Russian leadership is actually Communist. These are not atheists we are dealing with here, but rather those who actively hate God, hate neighbor, hate themselves, and simply want to gain more narcissistic power that is cut off from justice, cut off from service, cut off from showing any mercy. It’s raw power, which is entirely constituted by hate, and is diabolical. That’s Fulton Sheen’s take: it’s hatred.
What Reagan was doing here is to be so entirely cute that there was no response that could be made, but he was humiliating them to the core of their rotten souls, their blackened hearts. Good. That’s the way to do it, to make them question whatever in hell it is that they are doing. That’s what Jesus did with the haters of His day.
Today, Biden wants the Green New Deal, the Great Reset: less people, more green, the “power” of murdering helpless people. The thing is, American youth have been trained in to think that this kind of cowardly entitlement to murder is virtuous.
Biden looks “tough”, like a war-time president, that will gain him votes, I guess. It always does. Putin is giving him this opportunity. For Biden’s minions to do better in the mid-terms is better for Putin than to for Russia to gain Ukraine once again. Then, after that happens, the next day after Super-Tuesday, Putin will just take Ukraine. That was my surmising the second this intention of Putin was announced quite a while back. Things change daily, but it pretty much answers the most questions, most consistently, the most simply, you know, why it’s so messy. It’s maybe the way this started, but who knows how it will finish. War is hell. Hell is hell.
Meanwhile, Confession. Meanwhile, the Rosary. And it’s good to laugh along with Regan. Just know there’s a deadly serious side to it.
UPDATE: Unbelievably, I’ve yet again been contacted. It seems almost daily now. But my answer will remain this post (as I like the tautologous humor herein). ///
I didn’t think it was possible, but the pressure to participate in The Blah Blah Synod™ has increased exponentially, but ever so nicely. Nice.
The foundational premise for the entire Synod on Synodality was spelled out in the first document which showcased Pope Francis’ theology about the Church as dialogue, synodal dialogue, in which everyone is infallible in their believing, without which theology no such Francis-esque Synod on Synodality would be able to proceed.
Since all this is entirely novel – actually heretical, diametrically opposed to the foundation of the Church on the singular person of the Apostle Peter by the Son of the Living God – I’m left rather unaffected. Who’s to say I’m infallible? Pope Francis? With a non-ex-cathedra assertion?
I don’t mean to be tautologous here, but since I’m so very much encouraged by everyone to follow the vision of Pope Francis that I’ll just play along here and say that I agree that I’m infallible.
And so I am infallible.
Now that I’m infallible, I declare and pronounce infallibly that I’m not infallible and therefore ineligible to participate in the Synod on Synodality, you know, because only infallible people are welcome.
Now can I please just get back to being a priest providing the Sacraments. That would be of benefit for the cura animarum, the salvation of souls. That’s what we’re supposed to be busy about doing. And that’s infallible.
A military intel officer of some 28 years, in field ops, but who also did up some work at DISA at Fort Meade across from the NSA, called me up from across the country the other day to ask what the deal was with my not answering his personal emails to me. I told him that I used to get his humor-meme emails all the time, but then they quit. And no recent personal emails at all.
Typical of the lifetime military intel field officers that I know, this guy is forever re-forwarding humor-memes in group emails. It’s humor therapy. Like any Geico commercial has it: If you’re a life-time field officer, having seen way too much for your lifetime, it’s what you do. Humor is a balm for the soul. Ask any VA volunteer with enough clearance to talk to these guys and they’ll tell you the same thing. Humor is essential. But the humor stopped coming my way, many months ago. Uh-oh.
I asked our intel hero if, after he had set up his group email, he had ever gone back in to the group email-setup to edit any of the addresses. Never, he said, not ever. While we talked I had him check my address. Someone had hacked into his email, went to that group list, changed just my address to something he wouldn’t question, but really quite different, both for the group list and for the general address list. In other words, our humorless hacker guy has been getting emails that were supposed to be sent to me, both memes and personal, from our hero intel officer for a long time. I didn’t even know these communications existed.
Hacking into other people’s emails – those associated with me – and redirecting them to an email address that looks like mine but is not? I’ve had plenty of stalkers in my life, but this is the next level of creepy. Of course, that guy can start playing me as well, answering real people as if he were me. CREEPY.
I’ve been dealing with stuff like this all my life because of what CCS at DoS in conjunction with DSCC in Rosslyn did to me a lifetime ago in favor of one of their field operatives who looks like me and who’s the same age as me, who has the same travels and languages as me. It was nothing against me personally (it never is), but it was just convenient for them at the time.
But this is not them. It’s all entirely different. And it crosses the line. This involves real people in my parish, national heroes, messing with them, gaslighting them, also stalking them because of me. That’s not cool.
So, here’s my request to DISA, NSA, CIA, FBI, DoS, DoJ, DEA and anyone who has ever been involved with me, hunt down this freak-boy hacker-stalker-guy and shut him down in favor of my 28 year military intel friend. Just a favor, tiny as it is. Thanks. It’s just tiny, you know, tiny, as in, like, tiny. Get it? Tiny?
The analogy between the store clerk and our (arch)bishops who politically push the whole Democrat Covid narrative down the throats of Jesus Little Flock is hard to miss. They are just out to sell you a narrative to claim being heroes, but then try to hide behind the State, and fail.
Here’s the deal: The Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Christ Jesus, will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. Jesus, though scarred for sure, will nevertheless be the last one standing. And then us with Him: “You are the ones who have always stood by me in my trials” (Luke 22:28).
And do you know what? This will be IS cause for great joy in the Holy Spirit. Thank you, Jesus.
You have heard that it was said that a “Freudian slip” appears in the closing sentence of the recent incredibly cruel and petty truly hateful dubious Dubia published the other day. However, that would be out of character for such profoundly cultured giants in the history of entitled will-to-power. I think this is simply more mocking of Christ’s Little Flock:
“From the offices of the Congregation for Divine Worship and the Discipline of the Sacraments, 4 December 2021, on the 58th anniversary of the promulgation of the Constitution on the Scared Liturgy Sacrosanctum Concilium. — ✠ Arthur Roche – Prefect
Bunch of self-absorbed Promethean Pelagian trolls, are they not? The thing is, the CDW otherwise consistently insists on mocking that Constitution on the Sacred Liturgy of the Second Vatican Council, shrieking that any citation of it (retain Latin, retain chant, retain ad orientem…) is anachronistic, invalid, as it is only the weirdnesses subsequent to the Council until today (Clowns, Pachamama usurpation of Jesus’ Altar, no blessings in the Book of Blessings, etc.) that can legitimately be desired by the faithful. Yes, little Arthur says: “The very Liturgy is scared of us! We’re in power! Feel our power!”
Meanwhile, the Lex orandi, the Law of Prayer, which is precisely the very Sacrifice of Jesus at the Last Supper united with Calvary – My Body betrayed for you in Sacrifice, my Blood poured out for you in Sacrifice – is defined in that manner, note well, by the accompanying letter to Traditionis custodes, with its citation of Pope Benedict to that effect. That Lex orandi is rejected for the Ancient Rite, and therefore for all rites, including the Novus Ordo. That the Ancient Rite is not any kind of expression at all of the Latin Rite is as much to say that the Ancient Rite is not at all any kind of expression of the Sacrifice of Jesus at the Last Supper united with Calvary. That’s rank heresy, blasphemy.
+Roche is saying that it is Jesus Himself who should be scared, since it is God Himself, the Word Incarnate, laying down His life for us, the Innocent for the guilty, who is being rejected, forbidden, marginalized beyond any peripheries, all by way of the power of +Roach and Pope Francis. Well, Jesus is not scared. He stays on the Cross:
I’ll tell you who should be scared. It should be +Roche and Pope Francis who should be scared to go before the judgment and meet up with the Immaculate Conception holding Jesus. This will be the judgment, will it not? Looking into her eyes?
Meanwhile, Jesus and His Sacrifice are never not-up-to-date, never out-of-date, are never needing to get-with-the-times. Jesus said that when He is lifted up on the Cross, He will draw all to Himself of all times and places, men of every nation, tribe, people, race, language, whatever. Jesus melts the clocks. He draws all into that one hour of our redemption, please God also of our salvation. With Jesus, ever Ancient, ever New, we are always up-to-date, in the time and place where Divine Providence has placed us, that is, always next to dearest Immaculate Mary always next to Jesus under the Cross.
To sum up: In the same way that that Jesus’ Sacrifice, which happened so long ago, is dismissed as irrelevant to the life of the parish, as they say, this is the same way that original sin is dismissed as having any relevance to us today, and is the same way that the importance of the purposed murder of babies ripped from the womb to get their living organs for research, development and testing of “vaccines” for the bottom line of Big Pharma is irrelevant to any moral decision making. Making original sin and redemption and any sin irrelevant because time has gone by is demonic.
Dearest Jesus, thank you for making time as your creation which you hold in your hands. Thank you for bringing us together across time. Thank you for drawing us to yourself, melting those clocks. Thank you for making the likes of +Roche and Pope Francis scared of you, so that they might have the opportunity to be converted to you by your grace. Let them put their fingers into the nail-prints, let them put their hands into your side, your Heart. Let them discover that you are not irrelevant in your Sacrifice, dear Jesus. Let them say, “My Lord and my God,” and believe it by way of your timeless grace. And thank you, Jesus, for making us fearless, you who have insisted so many times: “Do not fear!” “Be not afraid!” And I’m not afraid, we’re not afraid, dear Jesus, thanks to you. Your Little Flock takes consolation that you will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire. Amen.
The henchmen of Pope Francis, all really very nice people, incredibly nice – so nice that it’s overwhelming: nice nice nice nice nice!!! – these henchmen claim that they own The Bridge, Christ Jesus, The Bridge between heaven and earth, and claim that they own The Pontifex, Christ Jesus, The Bridge Builder, who rightly called Himself The Way, and even claim that the Sacrifice of the Mass, the Last Supper united with Calvary, is not an expression whatsoever of the Roman Rite [absolutely a statement of its invalidity in their eyes]… these henchmen of Pope Francis feel entitled with all their claims to drive all over the Way they claim they own, feel entitled not to pay attention to anyone on The Bridge, feel entitled to smash into anyone in their way, feel entitled to FEEL THE POWER, these henchmen of Pope Francis, I say, are, instead, similar to the gnat-like idiot-car in the video above coming up against a real vehicle, you know, the TLM. Guess who wins in the end? See the video above. Rather humorous, really.
Anyway, here’s the deal: I’m a priest and I’m actually extremely busy doing priest-stuff, providing people the sacraments and the benefit of the sacramentals. I had an exhaustive day yesterday (18 December, 2021) sprinting about in multiple counties, getting groceries for the elderly, multiple sessions of Confessions, Holy Mass, lots of sacramental work altogether. I dropped after getting home from the church late at night…
So, I’m so very sorry. I apologize. I didn’t get a chance to begin to start to study any official statements from the CDW or any chance after that would-be study to begin to start to consider any official statements from the CDW. But I did play some YouTube commentaries about the CDW aggression over the blue-tooth speakers of Sassy the Subaru while I raced about all over WNC. My listening was often cut because of being out of WiFi range in the back ridges of these Blue Ridge, Smoky Mountains. So, what the CDW did, whatever that is, is all a rumor to me right now.
If there is any truth to the commentary, what the CDW has done is to make for a head-on collision with the letter I received from my bishop just yesterday. He sent it before the CDW statement was unleashed to the world over the internet. My bishop’s letter was annulled by the CDW even before he sent it. Obviously, the bishops were not consulted by the CDW.
If there is any truth to the commentary, I have plenty of questions, particularly about the CDW annulling the universal law of the Church (Canon Law), stomping on the rights of priests regarding the Holy Sacrifice, that is, without this smackdown being approved in forma specifica by the Holy Father. I have heard of plenty of cases over many decades in the past where this lack of specific approval to individual points annulled the legal force of whatever idiotic decree, especially draconian life-long penalties. I’m no Canon lawyer, but something seems rotten somewhere. We need some honest Canon lawyer. And I don’t just mean a traddy. Too many “traditionalists” are mere panderers. We’ve seen that recently. Way too many. They go on something like this: “Yes, well, it’s not approved quite exactly correctly but we don’t want to talk about that because we want to be nice and maybe they’ll be nice to us in return so I won’t really give you honest legal commentary but hide the truth from ye all, you know, to be nice.” I don’t want that. This is too important. Just the facts. True men of Tradition are NOT afraid to speak the facts. True men of Tradition don’t play politics with the Sacrifice of the Mass. I think Taylor Marshall’s term for this is fake-traddies playing “patty-cake” with the enemies of the Church. Brutal, but true.
Also, if the commentary has any truth to it, what was done seems maliciously set on purposely causing a situation that can be called “odious.” That’s a technical term, actually. If some bit of disciplinary legislation even from the supreme legislator (the Pope) is odious to the faithful (and I will ask the faithful over the next couple of weeks), then the bishop has full rights to exercise Canon 87 in favor of the salvation of souls. But the bishops have to be up to the task for the sake of the salvation of souls. That’s what the Church is supposed to be all about, right? The. Salvation. Of. Souls. In the video above, what this would mean is that our friend in the truck would just push the idiot-car right off The Bridge altogether and keep moving. Canon 87. But, of course, it is already threatened that there will another idiot-car, and another, annoying, but perhaps effective when there are dozens of idiot-cars, thousands, millions… But…
But… No. That’s when the truck revs up a bit. I’m sure you understand the analogy. Christ Jesus and His Sacrifice will not be killed off a second time. Jesus, once risen from the dead, will never die again.
I think I have too much fun. It’s just that I already know that Christ Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, Divine Son of our dearest, dearest Mother, has conquered. And He will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire, judge those who are occupied with the cura animarum, who are tasked with the salvation of souls, who are tasked with not insulting the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
Today, I will have no time to read anything from the CDW. I’m literally sprinting from now until nightfall with actual priestly things to do: Adoration, Confessions, Masses, Communion Calls, Last Rites, over multiple counties, in multiple churches, in people’s homes, in nursing homes…
Also, I refuse to have my joy in Christ Jesus dragged down by anyone, much less anyone who is set on insulting the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, who is set on insulting Christ’s own priests. Is that what they are doing? Eventually in these next weeks I’ll be able to read what the CDW has written, I guess, somewhere on the internet.
But lemme tell you: Christ Jesus, the High Priest, takes note when His Sacrifice is smacked down, and when His own priests are smacked down by those who should know better. Sure, His priests might be thrown into dumpsters all around the world, but then they get to go to heaven. Jesus always wins. Again, I refuse to have my joy in Christ Jesus dragged down by anyone.
BTW: It seems to me that when it comes to Holy Mass, anything that is done is done within an ecumenical Council, not by way of rumors on the internet. When does all this take effect? Now? When the Acts of the Apostolic See are published? The CDW has already amended the 16 July 2021 motu proprio of Pope Francis. Who’s the legislator? What is this legislation? What?
Meanwhile, I’ll be doing my best to run away from the fake-liturgical-police:
The one thing the haters don’t have at all is humor. They are joyless, odious. That cannot be the case with those who remain with the Sacrifice of Jesus. No. Let us retain our joy in the Holy Spirit. Jesus has conquered. Let’s stand with Him in His trials. Let’s hear with great joy from the Eternal Judge: “Enter into the joy…”
You might have to cut and paste that link in your address bar. It’s only like 5 seconds, but… Hahahaha!!!
Having finally finished off a round of courses for law enforcement chaplaincy, I’ve been thinking of doing up some courses at the local college for BLET, you know, just stuff like “defensive driving,” just life skills everyone should have, you know… like in the video above. I’ve always heard that the best defense is a good offense. Seconds before my first play as linebacker in sixth grade:
“What do I do as linebacker?” I asked, baiting a wink and a nod permission.
“Just kill everyone who’s still standing,” I was told with a laugh.
“Ah, that’s what ‘I got your back’ means!” I exclaimed, grinning. “I can do that!”
And having smashed down those having the pretense to remain standing on the offensive line, it was time to take that pigskin and run, splitting the difference between those caught off guard, kind of like those two “other” cars in that hilarious video above.
I’m sure you’ve had the experience of a couple of cars running parallel with each other on the highway, both going the same speed, blocking traffic way below the speed limit, perhaps maliciously, perhaps both on their phones. The solution? See the video!
Analogy: There are Covid-bullies, legislating mandates from the executive branch of government, who are in one lane, and then there are those sycophants bullying in tandem with them in the other lane, those who vote for the tyrants, since this is where they think they find salvation (having voted God out of their political platforms). They slow down the traffic of society, not wanting to let anyone by with their offensive behavior. But even as the idiots, suddenly on the defensive, scramble, someone comes from behind, breaks through with some lane-splitting, steals the ball and runs!
Sometimes the names for the two tandem slow cars are Church and State. The State has sometimes allowed religious exemptions, and sometimes those exemptions have been denied because the top leader of whatever local church community has proclaimed rabid support for the “vaccines”. You know what Pope Francis is doing, along with many Cardinals and (arch)bishops right around the world, in their out-of-control-support for the “vaccines,” not even allowing priests to offer the last rites. They have taken away from everyone the right to have a properly formed religious conscience in front of the State. That’s called stealing. The wolves rip the sheep to shreds. And, yes, I think that is objectively a mortal sin on their part. I think those religious leaders who have publicly supported the “vaccine” should write religious exemptions for those they have ever so maliciously smashed down.
A request like that from an underling is called lane-splitting both Church and State. ;-)
That project involves Father John Le in Thailand (who has been assisting Pornchai Maximilian Moontri), as well as Father Tim Moyle, in Canada, who is twinning his parish with Father Le’s Advent Project.
Meanwhile, some humor, because, it is what it is, Eh?! First of all, as a prerequisite, the first minute of this video dedicated to Canadians saying, asking, “Eh?!” after everything they say, “Eh?!”
Now then, once this twinning of parishes goes forward, everyone involved in Canada will be saying the traditional Thai greeting of “Sawasdee kup!” There are fuller spellings for orthography and changes for the person to whom you are greeting, but that’s the basic form.
Pornchai, with typical humor, said: “Oh great! Now everyone in Canada is going to be saying “Sawasdee kup! Eh?!”
Hahaha! Eh?! Lol.
Meanwhile, Father Gordon MacRae, not to be outdone in humor, having learned from the great Pornchai makes his own joke: “This is how you tell Canadian Geese from all other geese. Other geese say “Honk!” and Canadian Geese say “Honk! Eh?!”
One of these geese actually says “Eh?!” in the midst of this few seconds of honking:
Father Gordon learned well from the master of humor, Pornchai Maximilian Moontri, Eh?!
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Hahaha. What’s not funny is that the media brought about the riots in which people lost their lives. That they lost their lives is not the fault of Kyle, not in the least. They forfeited their own lives by delivering potentially deadly aggression toward Kyle. Meanwhile, Kyle had been busy putting out fires and rendering first aid. Kyle is not a vigilante. And he’s surely not a Vigilatte®:
Employment of the 2nd Amendment for defense of self and others against unprovoked and already being delivered deadly aggression is still part of this Constitutional Republic with the Rule of Law, and always remains part of Natural Law (=unalienable, God-given). Just defense is not illegal. It is a positive contribution to the virtue of justice which you never want to have to make. But if you do, it is what it is.
Kyle is the victim in all this.
Thanks for putting out fires, Kyle. Thanks for rendering first aid, Kyle. Praying for you, Kyle.