Sunday, July 24, 2016

The New Cristiada


The Cristero War, also known as la Cristiada, in Mexico (1926 - 1929), was a rebellion of Catholics against the government of President Plutarco Elias Calles and his “Calles law” - a statue which enforced  the anti-clerical articles of the Mexican Constitution of 1917.  The Socialist Calles wanted  to eliminate the power of the Catholic Church and organizations affiliated with it as an institution, and to suppress popular religious celebrations.  Articles restricting the power and influence of the Roman Catholic Church in Mexico have been in the Constitution since 1857 and were carried over into the constitution of 1917.  Mexico was  trying to pull itself together at this point, following the Mexican Revolution, and there were still bands of outlaws revolting against the government in several states, mostly Catholics fighting against Northern Revolutionaries.  President Calles (1924 - 1928) saw this as an opportunity  and as the duty of his administration to enforce the anti-clerical articles - which no one had enforced before, and squelch the last of the rebellions and the power of the church in Mexico. 

The Calles Law was signed in June of 1926, which provided specific penalties for priests and individuals who violated the provisions of the 1917 Constitution. For instance, wearing clerical garb in public  earned a fine of 500 pesos; a priest who criticized the government could be imprisoned for five years. Some states enacted oppressive measures. Chihuahua enacted a law permitting only a single priest to serve the entire Catholic congregation of the state. To help enforce the law, Calles seized church property, expelled all foreign priests and closed the monasteries, convents and religious schools.

¡Viva Cristo Rey! ¡Viva la Virgen de Guadalupe! - Long live Christ the King! Long live the Virgin of Guadalupe! Was the battle cry of the  rebels who had little supplies, were poorly armed and relied heavily on the Feminine Brigades of St. Joan of Arc to smuggle guns and ammunition, they raided towns, trains and ranches in order to supply themselves with money, horses, ammunition and food.  Calles’ government was supplied with arms and ammunition by the US government. In at least one battle, American pilots provided air support for the federal army against the Cristero rebels.

The Cristeros  had several victories in their struggle though they were not a military trained organization, but they found success under the leadership of such men as Jesús Degollado, a pharmacist and the rancher Victoriano  Ramírez, along with the priests Fr. Aristeo Pedroza and Fr. José Reyes Vegas, who many considered a ruthless assasin,  perhaps best known for his successful high-jacking of a train carrying money and gold  for the Bank of Mexico. In 1927 the National League for the Defense of  Religious Liberty chose Enrique Gorostieta Velarde - a former General who served under Victoriano Huerta to lead the Cristors and unite the various factions as one army and turned them into a professional military..  Gorostieta was not a religious man, in fact, he was a liberal anti-cleric who held the religious faith of his subordinates in contempt - but he would eventually wear a crucifix  and say that he  relied on God for inspiration and strength. Gorostietas motivations may have been purely personal for choosing to lead the Cristeros - he had political ambitions and he was given a salary of 3,000  pesos per month - about twice the pay of a regular army general.

In the end 30,000  men,, women and children that fought under the Cristero flag died fighting for religious freedom in a country made up mostly of Roman Catholics because of the hatred of leftist liberals. When the conflict was settled between the Vatican and the State there were no Cristero leaders present or involved - nor did they have any support from Rome throughout the fight.


As The Cristiada in Mexico was coming to an end a new anti-religious campaign was starting in the Soviet Union which resulted in the estimated genocide of 12 - 20 million Christians.  People always say ‘this’ will never happen again... ‘that’ will never happen again... but our wars continue, the same conflicts seem to repeat themselves only the participants have changed.  It has only been 87 years since the Cristero War ended and now the conflict in Europe has begun, and make no mistake, it is a war, it is a new Cristiada and the Christian rebels of the new conflict have no support from the Church of Rome, their Governments have rejected their own culture and traditions and national identity and pride have all but been outlawed.  The tolerant liberal left seems to always go after the Christians, it is a progressive ideal that faith and tradition must be   stamped out in order to fulfill the utopian dream of equality. But Christianity endures, as empires have risen and fallen, as socialists and communists have come and gone - the faith has remained.  But today there is a struggle with the church itself and we are seeing a lean to the left, many would say an abandonment of the principles of Christianity, and it is not very hard to deny that the church is, and  has been for some time, under the wrong leadership.

One does not have to look very hard for evidence of infiltration of the church by feminist and liberal ideas, the presence of homosexual and highly effeminate priest alone is enough to make traditional men leave - and it has.  The fact that the church is catering more to the women instead of strengthening the faith of the men is the main reason why this writer left the church. But what might be the most disappointing and troubling act of the modern church is the request of our leader for Europe to take in refugees of a religion in conflict with our own into their own homes and its very weak response to recent events in Sweden, Germany and France.

It is time for the men of Europe to rise up and protect their communities form the invaders brought in by your own governments. It is time you form bands of warriors to take back your towns and defend your women and children as those paid to protect you will not.  It is time to push back twice as hard and with twice as much brutality as those who have come to take all that you are not willing to protect.  If Europe is to remain Europe and it’s cultures and traditions are to survive the time to rise up and defend it is now - you will have no support from your government to protect it and you will have no support from the Vatican.  Men have come to your lands, Europe, that are not afraid to die for what they believe in, they are not afraid to take by force what you will not defend.  As your soldiers have gone to liberate their lands, men who should be back home fighting for a better life there have been brought in to replace you and change the face of your beautiful countries.

The Time is now Europe.  I  pray you unite under one banner.  I pray a leader will come soon to restore pride and honor and inspire strength and nobility in The people of your nations.  All the wars of your past and destiny have been to prepare you for this last fight Europe, the blood of your fathers and ancestors cries out to you from the shadows of history. So rise, and fulfill your destiny.

Europe and The Church do not belong to its politicians and bishops and priests -  it belongs to those that built it.  It belongs to those that support it and look to it for guidance and inspiration and a moral compass, it belongs to those willing to defend it and preserve its traditions and teachings. The new Cristiada will not only cleanse Europe and the Americas. It will  - and it must - also cleanse the church itself and return it to its true purpose.  The Catholic church is only as strong as the faith it inspires.  Those of us who have left and those that practice their fath with in the church must take a more active role in the direction of the church as we must start taking leadership roles within our own communities if Christianity is to continue to endure.

 ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

Cristero General Enrique Gorostieta

Friday, July 22, 2016

The Darkness

It starts with whispers... it comes like a gentle voice in the stillness of my solitude... it is seductive...

But then...

It taunts me and it mocks me and the more I try to ignore it... it just howls louder and laughs at my weakness... “you're weak...” it whispers in my mind... “ what are you gonna do... punk?”

I ignore it...


I walk away...


I make myself busy... or pretend to be...

“Why the fuck haven’t you just killed yourself yet...”

I grab a bottle of whiskey...

“That’s right... try to find your courage in that bottle and cry... bitch... and then go out and do something stupid... or call one of your whores to come over so you can fuck your fears away... I’ll be here all night... puto...”

I grab the bottle by the neck.  I see his shadow crawl on the wall and throw the bottle at him...

It shatters... and he laughs...

He crawls into the mirror... and I trap him... in my stare.

He speaks - “tell you what... give me one good reason why we shouldn’t... and I’ll let you go...”

I have no good reasons - “you know you want to... I can feel it... I can smell the anger in you... I can taste the blood of that savage fury... I burn with that rage... I have been burning with it since you were a boy... we can’t carry it any longer... we can’t put it out... we can only let it spread... give me one good reason... and I’ll let you go...”

I have been angry since I was a boy.  Angry that my father left.  Angry for being poor.  Angry for  being shy and small and meek... angry for being awkward and solitary... angry for not being heard... angry for being afraid... angry for not ever being told what the reasons were for all the changes in my life that others were controlling...  And anger for not being able to express my feelings on the matter... that anger just got pushed down... into a hole... in my mind... and  it left a stain on my soul.

And then... I was angry at being taken from my country... and angry for losing my culture and my language and my heritage... angry for abandoning who I wanted to be to fit in with the other kids... angry for not being taught any thing useful... angry for not knowing how to become a man... angry for being betrayed by those I trusted... angry for people blaming me for their stupid shit... angry for not chasing my dreams and not finding the ones I went after... angry for giving up... angry for her... for the love I wasted... for the time I wasted... for not knowing how to keep her... angry for all the women... all the whores... all the worthless fucking that amounted to nothing in the end... angry for losing my faith and not recognizing love when it finally arrived... angry for the ones I did hurt... and  the ones that hurt me...

And I pushed it all deep down into a hole in my mind... and the stain on my soul grew a little bit heavier.

And then... I was angry when I learned the truth and when I came to terms with the truth... that someone should have told me when I was young... and I was angry for the lies on top of lies that I had always been fed... angry for the friends I lost and the moments I had that I let slip away... angry for the times I let others use me and take advantage of my kindness... of my weakness... of my fears... my desperation... angry for the things I lost that I thought I needed and angry for the money I wasted on them... angry for letting myself slip into the despair and the darkness... that weakness when it grabs hold of me... that took years to crawl out form... angry for the wasted years and the missing years  - the time that I cannot make up or buy back or trade my soul for... angry for the things I said and did and the deals I made that I cannot take back... angry for the devil that chases me... angry for this broken body... my legs... my foot... my mouth... this ear...  Angry for those demons in the night... angry for those trying to shove their beliefs on me... for those trying to take my beliefs away...   angry for this world I can not save - we wont save it... angry because I know all we can do is burn it down... angry for being so fucking angry all the time and trying to keep it reigned in... angry for having to come back in from the wild... from the sea... from the darkness... angry for the destiny I have chosen... for knowing that I will die alone... and  I will.

I look into his eyes... the room lit by the soft glow of candles dancing and reflecting from room to room in this old house... “I can’t think of a good reason not to burn the mother-fucker down... and not spill the blood of the weak, degenerate, greedy, miserable, filth on the streets... but after we start... will you help me find a good reason to stop”

He looks back at me with sadness in his eyes... and desperation in his voice and says - “I can’t...”
Dash Deringer - 47

Monday, July 18, 2016

Sólo en sueños

Jaime Sabines

Sólo en sueños,
sólo en el otro mundo del sueño te consigo,
a ciertas horas, cuando cierro puertas
detrás de mí.
¡Con qué desprecio he visto a los que sueñan,
y ahora estoy preso en su sortilegio,
atrapado en su red!
¡Con qué morboso deleite te introduzco
en la casa abandonada, y te amo mil veces
de la misma manera distinta!
Esos sitios que tú y yo conocemos
nos esperan todas las noches
como una vieja cama
y hay cosas en lo oscuro que nos sonríen.
Me gusta decirte lo de siempre
y mis manos adoran tu pelo
y te estrecho, poco a poco, hasta mi sangre.
Pequeña y dulce, te abrazas a mi abrazo,
y con mi mano en tu boca, te busco y te busco.
A veces lo recuerdo. A veces
sólo el cuerpo cansado me lo dice.
Al duro amanecer estás desvaneciéndote
y entre mis brazos sólo queda tu sombra.
 and then there was Miyuki
pencil sketch
Victor Vogt

Thursday, July 14, 2016


Thomas Paine
 Dean Alfange
Theodore Roosevelt

I do not choose to be a common man.
It is my right to be uncommon … if I can.
I seek opportunity … not security.
I do not wish to be a kept citizen,
Humbled and dulled by having the State look after me.
I want to take the calculated risk,
To dream and to build. To fail and to succeed.
I refuse to barter incentive for a dole;
I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence;
The thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of Utopia.
I will not trade freedom for beneficence
Nor my dignity for a handout
I will never cower before any master
Nor bend to any threat.
It is my heritage to stand erect, proud and unafraid;
To think and act for myself,
To enjoy the benefit of my creations
And to face the world boldly and say:
This, with God’s help, I have done.
 Brent Lynch

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

This above all else, be a man.

A long time ago - actually, when I was thirty years old (which is now a very long time ago...)
I came across a book called “How to date young women for men over 35”  - it is the only book I have ever read on the subject of dating (it’s not really a pick up book... I don’t think). Yes, it has a cheesy title, but It was quite informative and enlightening... and very, very brutal in its honesty... it was a kick in the pants.

I found it in a box of old and recent paper backs and I picked it up and started reading and went through the damn thing in one night... and then I read it again over a week absorbing what I could.  I was a heavy drinker then and coming down from my fucking rampage and trying to figure out my life and the world and were I belong in it and just what the hell is wrong with women... and what it is that I am doing to loose them when I can very easily get them as a poor, care about nothing drunk... what was going on here.

I date young women - it has been a while since I  have been with a woman over the age of twenty six - because of that book... no... there isn’t too much that I can recall from that book, but I will say that it did help to form some of my opinions and ideas on women that are nothing less than cold hard truths about them and why they act the way they do - their fears and insecurities, their biology and the time-line... what they want and why... it would still be another five years after first reading that book that I would actually start paying attention to everything and putting all the pieces together.

Once you decide on the life you want and the man you wish to be, and you start to focus on nothing else but the thing you want most and moving in the direction of your destiny with integrity and sincerity and honesty... you will become a force of nature attracting to you that which you desire and others that wish to be part of the reality you have created. 

In that cheesy titled book there was one paragraph that put it all into focus for me and it was one of the first things I added to my “ruter” when I began to compile all the things I learned.  That paragraph makes for a very good affirmation - I  re-wrote it in the first person.  Say it daily several times a day - it will do wonders for your state of mind - it will help to change your character and will give you a great attitude.  I print out copies of it for young men that ask for advice... many don’t pay attention and will have to learn the hard way...  But for me this worked and it may just work for you...

The Affirmation

“I am a Man, I talk like a Man, I walk like a Man, I act like a Man, and I am Man all the time.  That’s what a young woman wants, a Man, not a young man, not a boy.  She wants me, a Man.

I am in charge. I am in control of myself and my emotions. I am complete. I am self-reliant and independent. I am strong and capable. I am knowledgeable about the world, but most important, I am knowledgeable about women.

I know how to deal with women.  I am never taken in by their manipulations and wiles.  I can take it or leave it.  I can walk away from it with no regrets.  I can say “no” as easily as I can say “yes”.

I am a gentleman. I am civil, polite, mannered and considerate.  I am never snide, rude, or arrogant.  I am proud of myself and my accomplishments, but I never brag or flaunt my success.

I am confident and  relaxed.  I do  not get angry or excited easily.  I  know where I am going and I  know where I  have been.  I   understand a woman’s concerns and I am considerate of her fears at all times. 

I am courageous.  To demonstrate my courage, I am willing to make the first move.  I readily make myself vulnerable when the opportunity presents herself.

I have a life of my own.  I have interests that absorb and enthrall me.  Not a bit of it has anything to do with women, nothing to do with work, nothing to do with anything except my own pleasure and enjoyment.

If  I  don’t have a “life” without her, I will never have a life with her.  I discuss my interests with the genuine passion that I  feel for them.  I am not shy.  I am not afraid to show that I  love something.  Women love men that love life.  Love it! This is not for her. It’s for me!

I am strong.  I am powerful.  I am forthright.  I am mysterious.  I am sensual.  I am passionate.  I am confident.  I dominate.  I am accomplished.  I am independent and thus capable, as well as worthy, of rescuing any damsel in distress.” 

Tom Lovell