Catholic during the Great Apostasy

Tears well up in my eyes as I hear about another defeat of women in the clash with trans – degenerates. Tears of rage and also despair over the stupidity of people who still watch the parade of perverts.

The girls had to practice for years, subordinate their entire lives to their sport. Years of sacrifices, not sitting on the couch with a smartphone, or a remote control for the TV. And now the satanists also known as globalists are taking away their medal chances !

Everyone who watches this circus of perverts is just like them.

No spectators means no money from advertising and a massive financial loss for the organizers.

However, who cares ?

There are games , there is entertainment. It is true that lions do not tear Christians apart in the arena, but degenerate men beat women. But it is also entertainment, you can be outraged, comment on it or even laugh at the fact that a woman gets a slap in the face from a man (I have already seen such a reaction).

Puppets in front of TV sets jump as they are told. They sip beer and think about what next tattoo to get for themselves. Such a masculine , to make a real guy out of a mental gey.

This is not about faith , this is about simple common sense.

I remember how many years ago the German people were condemned for the support they gave to Hitler.

All solutions were theoretical, of course. What it looked like in practice now you can just see.

People allow their women to be destroyed, their children depraved or killed (abortion).

They can’t even press a button to turn off the TV.

Of course, praise to those who reject evil.

Today’s so-called Catholics have an explanation – their leader Francis adores all perversions, he outright loves them, and hates only the Truth handed down to us by our Lord Jesus Christ.

Anyway, what difference does it make if it’s his henchmen getting to the children or the globalists. After all, it’s one big family, and my speech, it’s hate speech.

That’s how simple and convenient it is.

Too bad the days of youth are gone, different shoes on my feet, and I haven’t watched TV in years.

The time of remembering can be as sad and tragic as it was for millions of Germans after the war.

And thinking really doesn’t hurt!

Arkadiusz Niewolski