On the Triumph of Secularism and the Death of Churches

On the Consecration of the Immaculate Heart of Mary

Now, I’ve been reading Bobit Avila for a very long time, a very, very long time, and what has utterly convinced me about this man is that he is insane. He is a neanderthal the human race has failed to weed out from the genetic pool; a poor excuse of a man who failed to evolve past hitting women in the head with a stick before dragging them by their hair back to his lair for rape. It wouldn’t surprise me that this man, and his entire lineage, still lives in caves and this cave man does manifest the looks of a rapist. Just look at that smug face of his, knowing all too well just how many rapes he could get away with. Hell, by all means, this man is worse than Conrado de Quiros. At least de Quiros just likes to suck cock but I’m sure it’s all consensual, but this man? What woman would suck his cock if not for money? Look at his face, ugliest piece of shit I’ve ever seen on a newspaper.

Incidentally, the Philippine Star endorses him, affirming the gravitas of his opinions, and do nothing more than perpetuate the interests of the Roman Catholic Church.

Personally, I’d much rather indulge in masturbating to pornography of the Blessed Virgin Mary feasting on an international smorgasbord of genitalia than humor this man, but I do believe I should. Fact of the matter is, not only is Bobit a church toady with a suspicious devotion for women in church costume, but he is also a traitor.

See, I’ve been meaning to write this polemic for the past few weeks now. My original intent was simply to spur secularism on and secure the Roman Catholic Church’s ultimate end. Hell, I’m willing to admit it. The RCC is the one true enemy of  a better and prosperous future. Even the radicals and the progressives would agree, at the very least the one’s who refuse to go to church and believe what they preach. I’ve noticed that a lot of so called leftists continue to go to church–I think we should all pay a close look at these people, opportunists looking for the very first platform they could launch a profitable, political career on. And who am I to blame them? Communism does bring in the big bucks these days. Just look at Sison and all the free, European whores he gets to fuck every Sunday morning. I wouldn’t mind having some red whores on me if the Party is willing to subsidize prostitution.

But I digress.

Now I see that things have been coming together better than I had hoped. Now I see that it is the right time, the perfect time, to write this little piece cos the stars seem to have aligned: Bobit is sucking Church cock once again, the Church is going to consecrate the Philippines to God’s booty call, the same-sex schools have been accussed of condoning homosexual behavior, and the Pope is paying Cebu a visit in 2016. I smell the end of Catholic conservatism in the Philippines.

Huzzah!

I mean: hell, Church is dying and it will die. It is suffering from this terminal illness I’d like to call Hypocrisy. They’ve been digging their own graves since the days of Irenaeus, built their own coffins since Vatican II, and have now painted themselves  into a tight corner with this whole homosexuality thing.

How is legislating gay people to marry such a problem? I mean we’re all engaging in homosexual behavior in our same-sex institutions all the fucking time already right? Why not just legitimize it, allow Sor Aida to marry Sor Maria, allow the Abbess to marry the Novice she’d been diddling for the past three decades? Or better yet, why not allow Fr. Neil to marry Fr. Bob, the same Fr. Bob who used to be his brightest pupil in the seminary? I mean come on, why not just admit that pederasty pervades Church policies? I mean they’ve been protecting the pedophiles off the books for all of modern history now, right? I think that should give them a right to declare their love for their fellow man (or little boy) and we shouldn’t judge them for having mastered the entire Kama Sutra.

Hell, if I were a priest stuck in a nunnery I’d fuck the first colegiala novice with a pretty face that wanted to consecrate her life to God too, and I’m sure God would approve. He fucked Mary didn’t he? When the Marquis de Sade wrote Justine it wasn’t just his imagination at work there. I’m sure the monks helped fuel his poetry on the matter.

I mean just look at this picture. Everything about it makes me want to join the priesthood and who knows, maybe I will! Do any of you have any idea just how many young girls and boys look to priests for spiritual guidance? I wouldn’t trust these pederasts with an apple pie and not find them trying to fuck it before they eat it. I also think its about time we put CCTVs in those confessionals. Thrilling place to get a blow job now and then, wouldn’t you say?

And this brings me to that time they antagonized a Philippine Daily Inquirer comics artist, Pol Medina, Jr., for simply telling the truth about all these all-girls and all-boys schools that abound our culture. I’m sure you all still remember, I mean shit is still fresh in my mind and I can attest to it. I have many, many friends who go to these schools and an accurate sample of them have toyed with homosexual behavior. And while we never caught any of the effete little boys sucking on the cocks of their more masculine schoolmates, all this proves is that being from a rich family teaches you to be discreet. And this is from a guy who came from an all-boys school whose batch hired a stripper to celebrate someones birthday. To boys who haven’t touched a girl for most of their teenage life, there are bound to be a few who wouldn’t refuse a blowjob from one of their classmates who looks like a girl.

Of course, I’m not saying that homosexuality is a freak of nature. Hell, I love lesbian porn and have once or twice fell in love with a lesbian because they’re so much more interesting than most women. What I have a problem with is in the Church insisting on trapping children in abnormal environments, stunting their emotional growth by refusing to socialize with the opposite sex in normal and safe environments.

Fuck the Church.

Yes, they know they are fucked: why’d you think they’ve organized this whole consecration to the immaculate Heart of Mary gimmick? And I wouldn’t be so surprised why Bobit touted it; the man’s in the heart of conservative Catholicism in the Philippines. His mother probably had him whipped like a Zebra for all the times she caught him trying to masturbate.

And now, with all those mother issues of his plaguing his waking dreams, he runs to another mother for some emotional comfort; the one God had sex with.

He fears, much like the Roman Catholic Church, the end of man’s monopoly on sexual satisfaction. Do I blame him for being such a little mole of a coward? No. He’s a product of his mother’s design. Nothing about him is original or truly his. What I do blame him for though is his being a traitor. I’ve already said this before but I think it begs reminding our readers due to how my style apparently lacks any sort of structure.

The man is a traitor, a failed language activist who purports to stand for Bisaya patriotism, a staunch defender of her language and of her culture. This is dangerous. Far be it for me to judge a fellow language activist, but just look at this shit:

Clearly, Bobit’s allegiance to his language will only ever play second fiddle to the Holy, decrepit, Roman Catholic Church. This man will stand by and watch his identity and culture disappear if the Catholic Church said so. He is a traitor because he is weak. He is a traitor because he is lukewarm. He is a traitor because if the priest told him to sing liturgical songs in Tagalog, he will sing them in Tagalog.

The man will eat tagalista shit in a cup if that cry-baby Tagle told him it was the key to heaven.

I mean just look at him, read his fucking praise of the Manila Rotary Club, a bunch of geriatric tagalistas who even the Masons wouldn’t have in their ranks for being too lame and uncool.

Truly, this man cannot be trusted and I will say this: he should be shunned by language activists everywhere lest he ultimately sacrifice us for the whore of Babylon, the Catholic Church and her pimp, the Manila Imperialists.

Fuck Bobit Avila.

Petite bourgeoisie

They have a name for people like me, petite bourgeoisie, as if I cared. Honestly, fuck them all, cos I’m just plain, too selfish to care. The thing about communism, be it radical or progressive, is that it’s just to obsolete to matter–its predicated on the liberation of human labor and human labor is obsolete.

Or at least, it should be.

I guess that’s why communism refuses to fade away here in the Philippines: slave labor is still an apparent reality. The oligarchs are to blame for that; they designed the constitution–they created the law that bear fruit to all other laws. Not to mention: each and every one of these fuckers helped fund the red movement, paid for Sison’s mansions, and now our history so needlessly bloody it’s ridiculous.

Blood spilled is ridiculous, silly, because it was all so stupid.

These fucking oligarchs induced our people to bleed in an attempt to escape poverty; ironically all this achieved was secure their poverty.

I used to think that ours was a self-fulfilling prophecy of poverty, a cycle of ditch digging for bread in order to dig more ditches, but no; ours was an induced disease. These fuckers infected us with poverty and continue to do so, every single day, with reinforcement by the media and our politicians.

Can we blame them? No. They do play fair. They are telling us to our faces every single day of the exact kind of shit they are doing to us and there is no greater impunity than this, not even the massacre of journalists could trump this shit.

I mean think about it, these fuckers built our schools, pay for our teachers, and our educational is among the most reasonable if not prolific and egalitarian (because there is nothing egalitarian about our educational system) and they teach us, tell us, to our faces, every single day, why we are poor, the history of our poverty, the means of our poverty, the results of our poverty, and the causes of our poverty. We are inundated with facts every single day and nothing is done about it. Niches were created to accommodate each and every single Tom, Dick, and Harry that leaves the worker drone factories; niches for the creatives, the rebellious, the politicos, the hacienderos, the sacadas, the middle management, the fast food sacadas, the call center sacadas, the small business entrepreneur sacadas etc. so that every single one of us has a place in the grand scheme of our poverty, a sophisticated mirage of hope and…People Power.

Fuck that shit and fuck the people.

I should know, I’m just as fucked as the rest of you.

We have no power.

Unless of course you abandon everything that you know, understand, and believe:

ABOUT POWER.

I am petite bourgeoisie. I am the enemy of every other demographic in this country: the communists designed the red movement to hate me, the oligarchs designed the economy to destroy me, and we pretty designed each other to compete with every-fucking-one else within a context that sees very little value in competence, lol.

Power is the refusal to submit. We are the enemy. We have no friends in our own country, not even among ourselves.

Solution pending…