For our sede friends

Sedevacantists in Latin literally means, Pull up a chair and vacate your mind.

Several sedes have been kind enough to visit this crummy blog, read it, and make some comments and since that time, ABS has had a memory cell fired and so he desires to link to an estimable Blog which, justly, has earned a worthy reputation for orthodoxy and forthrightness.

This well--researched and well-written (Boniface is boringly adept at these things) post deals with the topic many sedes are, rightly, interested in; What if the dang Pope is a heretic or, worse, a registered democrat?

Well, check out the history of this Pope. If  the act he likely engaged in did not cause him to be automatically deposed then Pope Francis has noting to worry about, short of becoming a ballerina.

http://www.unamsanctamcatholicam.com/apologetics/94-contra-sedevacantism/520-apostasy-of-pope-marcellinus-sedevacantism.html

Congress to Christians. Speak in opposition to Israel and you go to jail

        MESSIAS-DENIERS UBER ALLES!!!!!


Who the hell do you think you are citizens, an American Christian with the right of Free Speech?

https://theintercept.com/2017/07/19/u-s-lawmakers-seek-to-criminally-outlaw-support-for-boycott-campaign-against-israel/

AIPAC,  GO TO HELL but only after you Kiss ABS'  Irish-Algonquin Christian Catholic ass.

"A Sonnet upon a Sonnet," interpreted by Fingall Fyffe from Fyvie, Scotland

Fingall Fyffe from Fyvie, Scotland presents his interpretation of a Robert Burns classic, A Sonnet upon a Sonnet:

Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings;
What magic myst'ries in that number lie!
Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings
That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly.
Fourteen full pounds the jockey's stone must be;
His age fourteen - a horse's prime is past.
Fourteen long hours too oft the Bard must fast:
Fourteen bright bumpers - bliss he ne'er must see!
Before fourteen, a dozen yields the strife;
Before fourteen - e'en thirteen's strength is vain.
Fourteen good years - a woman gives us life:
Fourteen good men - we lose that life again.
What lucubrations can be more upon it?
Fourteen good measured verses make a sonnet.