You may have heard that the Senate in Argentina rejected the legalization of abortion just a few days ago. The event made it to the world news before a huge corruption scandal broke out and landed a former vice president in jail. Of the 72 senators, 30 are women, 42 are men. About 40% of the senators are ladies. The female vote was divided evenly with 14 votes for each side. Men voted to reject legalization 24 to 17. Not a huge margin, but strong enough to kick the can one year down the road. Two of the senators are former presidents, I won’t soil your computer screen naming them here but you can look them up in Witchypedia if you are so inclined. Both former presidents are up to their eyebrows in judicial evidence involving them in cases of financial corruption, obstruction of justice, and worse. But my story today does not deal with such sordid events, not yet.
Back in February 1935, Saint Luigi Orione (photo above) was working in Buenos Aires. At that time a sizable part of the Northern Italian population had moved to that long stretch of South America that extends from Buenos Aires (Argentina) to São Paulo (Brazil.) The Italian immigration by that time had changed the human landscape of Argentina, Uruguay, and Brazil considerably. In Argentina the local language changed, enriched by thousands of words coming from the various dialects of the Italian Piedmont, Tuscany, Emilia, and other regions. Books were written about their experience. A writer from the region of Liguria, a man called Edmondo De Amicis presented the story of a young immigrant in: Dagli Appennini alle Ande (From the Apennines to the Andes) and also Cuore (Heart) … those were some of the first books I read along with the novels of Emilio Salgari (pron. sahl-gah-ree). The vast majority of those Italians were Catholics. During those years it was common for Italian Catholic priests to spend a few years serving their paesani living abroad. That brought Don Luigi Orione to Buenos Aires. There are thousands of anecdotes about him. A few come to my mind now:
“Monsignor Copello is building many churches but he will not die without seeing them burned …” — In June 16, 1955 many Catholic Churches in Buenos Aires were sacked and burned by Peronist hordes (they blamed the Communists, of course) — “Buenos Aires will burn on all four sides and rivers of blood will run from Cordoba” — that one may be still in the future but Cordoba was the center of the 1955 revolution that toppled the second government of Juan Peron, and later in 1966 the country witnessed the Cordobazo, a violent uprising of the political left that caused the demise of Gen. Ongania’s de facto presidency. — “Here I can smell the fragrance of a saint and here we will start our orphanage.” St Luigi Orione said that while visiting Claypole, in the province of Buenos Aires. Later it was found that St Francis Solanus, the famous Spanish Jesuit had been evangelizing the aboriginal population there hundreds of years before Don Orione’s visit. By the way, you may notice that many towns and cities in Argentina have English and Irish names, Claypole is one of them along with Hurlingham, Banfield, Pringles, Trelew, and many more. Go figure!
St Luigi Orione built his “cottolengo” there. By the time he was called back to Italy he had turned into another tano, the affectionate nickname given by Argentines to every Italian. In 1935 he was celebrating the first anniversary of the 1934 World Eucharistic Congress that had taken place in Buenos Aires a year later. That was a mighty event presided by Cardinal Eugenio Pacelli (who later ascended to the Pontificate as Pius XII). There were thousands of spontaneous conversions, including the sitting President, Gen. Agustín P. Justo, who was known to be a Mason and made his first confession in ages to Card. Pacelli. Those were the days … today many of our Bishops are suspected of having Masonic connections … but I digress as usual. That night after dinner, Don Orione had a vision and uttered several prophecies regarding the future of Argentina. A good friend of mine who passed away in 2014, inherited a handwritten note taken by a lady attending the event. She was sitting at the dinner table, inches away from our saint. I scanned that precious piece of paper in 2013. Here are the predictions:
1. I see a dramatic persecution of the Church.
2. Profanation and destruction of the temples in [Buenos Aires].
3. One day the blood will run (a tragic day for the whole country.)
4. Death of the [Archbishop of Buenos Aires], priests, nuns, and religious assassinated.
5. Fall of the worshiped mud idols (the President persecutor will be hanged along with several of his ilk.)
6. Salvation will come like a flash from the center of the Argentine Republic,
and from all that blood and putrefaction a flower will grow. ‘A thriving Christian Argentina — Peace and happiness will be reborn for a feast of the Virgin Most Holy, and a Catholic civilian man will govern the country brilliantly while an excelsior Bishop will reign over the souls for many years, because the Lord has remembered this country where one night the International Eucharistic Congress of 1934 was celebrated.’”
I think that flower is beginning to push its way upward. We have had plenty of blood and moral/political putrefaction for the last 100 years or so. One day I may tell you the whole story as I see it but now — I can assure you that the good people of this country just had enough of the prevailing turpitude — It did not take a lot of effort to gather the righteous to march and voice their opinion in spectacular numbers nationwide to reject the wicked legalization of abortion. Many Irish-Argentines marched along in silent witness to their relatives across the Atlantic.
The rejection of abortion in the Senate took place almost simultaneously with a number of VIP arrests made in connection with kickbacks related to government contracts. The sums involved are so huge that are almost sure to set a world record of many millions of dollars –some say up to 200 billion— were funneled from the government coffers to various crooked officials during a period of 12 years. If the highest estimations are true, a simple division would show that every Argentine family living in poverty unwittingly “contributed” about 40 to 50 thousand US dollars to the crooks they themselves elected. That in itself is not a big surprise because Argentine politicians get very rich very fast when they are elected to public office. Two honorable exceptions have been Pres. Arturo Illia and vice president Elpidio Gonzalez. Both of them died in utter poverty after being ousted by military coups for the sin of serving the country well.
In the hours and days to come, we are expecting more malodorous matter to hit the proverbial propeller blades … The peso plummets, there’s no credit, crooks are jailing crooks in a vain effort to save their own hides, poverty grows, formerly powerful companies balance next to the abyss … it’s like a geyser expelling the contents of a gigantic septic tank.
In the midst of all that putrefaction, Argentines have said NO to the international death cartels. A flower of life, so delicate, so small is beginning to grow. But this is just the beginning.
Stay tuned, I’ll keep you informed.