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Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Vampire Rights: Better Not Refuse to Bake These Guys a Cake

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Maria Jose Cristerna, the “Vampire Woman” of Mexico, has two horns on his head and 98% of its body is tattooed Maria Jose Cristerna, the “Vampire Woman” of Mexico, has two horns on his head and 98% of its body is tattooed
This just in from Modive.com: "Coming out of the coffin apparently isn’t very easy for many “real” vampires out here living in society, as fear of being stereotyped or mislabeled by doctors or therapist cause these individuals to suffer in silence according to new research that has been published after years of study.

“It took a few years. Real vampires are quite distrustful, for good reason” wrote study led D.J. Williams, director of social work at Idaho State University.

"The research paper published in the latest issues of Critical Social Work set out to explore the unique issues that affect those in society who identify as vampires when seeking counseling.

"Williams, and his co-researcher Emily Prior, set their focus on individuals who identified as “real” vampires – those individuals who need to consume fresh blood for energy – not “lifestyle” vampires- who only emulate certain mythologies such as clothing style, phony fangs, and/or sleeping in a coffin, while not actually consuming blood."  Read More Here (if you really must)


REMNANT COMMENT: Are these people serious? These days, who knows...probably, and certainly on some level. Anything goes, after all. If I decide to start identifying as a werewolf you'd better get ready to defend my inalienable right to be treated as such. After all, this is America!  I can demand my own special werewolf public restrooms, Congress will enact new laws forcing barbers to give me the full-body werewolf treatment, and you WILL bake me a were-cake!

Where will it stop? Hell, I guess.  Buy if we continue down Lunacy Lane here, I wonder how we will ultimately ascertain who is mentally ill in our society and who is not; who needs treatment and who does not; who’s dangerous and who isn’t; who is, well, quite frankly, nuts and who’s sane. Or will it even matter anymore, now that the inmates are clearly running the asylum.  

In a few years will the “enlightened ones” be able to come up with reasons to keep mental health hospitals in operation, or shall we just open the doors, let all the patients out, and tell them to go out express themselves as they see fit? After all, who are we to judge how others self-identify?

You think you're Napoleon Bonaparte? Fine!  Sure you are, General, and how’s Josephine this morning?

You're a vampire in need of a gallon of human blood as a little pick-me-up? Well, grab your gas can and let's go find some.

It used to be hyperbolic to throw up one's hands and say with disgust that our world has gone completely insane. Now it's just a statement of the abundantly obvious.

Fantasy and role playing have become the new reality for millions of people, encouraged by that which is dark, dangerous and sexually deviant.

Pornography has become so mainstream that even kids are being encouraged by mental health 'experts' to use it in order to develop "healthy" sexual attitudes. Sexual role playing is therapeutic and normal here in Bizarro World, as self-identifying as what one wishes to be must, under force of law, trump what he really is.

But isn’t this just another definition of madness?  Shouldn't we be a bit concerned when our
society is taken over by folks who have made lifestyles out of permanent costume parties?  
Just call me Caitlyn.

I'd say call in the guys with the butterfly nets, but where in the world would they start? What are the telltale signs of madness here in 2015? Seriously, can you even tell anymore?  I can't!  At the top of this post there is a photograph of a woman who's probably a man and identifies as a vampire. Looks to me like a serious cry for help. But if I say that publicly, I'm the one who must be hiding his own Easter eggs.  

But surely I am allowed to take offense at the fact that this creature's name represents a mockery of the Holy Family? Of course not! I'm a Christian, and as such I have but one right: the right to shut the hell up!  

By the way for those who identify as sexual miscreants, serial killers, and rapists, here's a message from Ten Bundy that might resonate with you (though I doubt it). This video was shot over thirty years ago....Just imagine what’s going on inside of the heads of millions of porn addicts today who’ve been at it since they were 10:



You know society is in deep trouble when serial killers come closer to identifying and targeting the fundamental social problem of the day than do most psychologists, presidents, priests and popes.

Yep, we’re liberated alright. God is dead (at least officially). And everything is awesome!

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Michael J. Matt | Editor

Michael J. Matt has been an editor of The Remnant since 1990. Since 1994, he has been the newspaper's editor. A graduate of Christendom College, Michael Matt has written hundreds of articles on the state of the Church and the modern world. He is the host of The Remnant Underground and Remnant TV's The Remnant Forum. He's been U.S. Coordinator for Notre Dame de Chrétienté in Paris--the organization responsible for the Pentecost Pilgrimage to Chartres, France--since 2000.  Mr. Matt has led the U.S. contingent on the Pilgrimage to Chartres for the last 24 years. He is a lecturer for the Roman Forum's Summer Symposium in Gardone Riviera, Italy. He is the author of Christian Fables, Legends of Christmas and Gods of Wasteland (Fifty Years of Rock ‘n’ Roll) and regularly delivers addresses and conferences to Catholic groups about the Mass, home-schooling, and the culture question. Together with his wife, Carol Lynn and their seven children, Mr. Matt currently resides in St. Paul, Minnesota.