PINK PRESBYTERIAN PREDICAMENT

Willie McLundy, Apostate

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Willie McLundy the Pink Presbyterian preacherette and all his colleagues in his apostate  denomination will face a predicament if Peter attends the "Blasphemous and Idolatrous Mass" tomorrow.  Anyone can go to the sermonfraudio.com site and see all the sermons they have preached  condemning this particular aspect of Babylonianism.
Yet after tomorrow they will be giving their political allegiance to an apostate who leads their politcal party. 

Not only that but Peter must be well aware that he is in theory facing political suicide as he will loose the vote of every "Orangeman."  Peter has obviously been advised by his "advisors" that all the Pink Presbyterians in the KOBA party are too spineless and to compromised to make any effort to remove him.

I don`t not expect any condemnation from PopeLundy2 aka Ron Lundy, the Moderatoress of the PPC. He  has also been described as a "leading Orangeman."

Ron Lundy

He was once targeted by "cranks"

So says Wikipedia anyway!

 I would not at all be surprised if Willie McLundy suddenly has "stomach ache" tonight and subsequently will not be available for comment for a few weeks anyway!

What exactly does the Orange Order teach about the Mass? Does anyone know? Perhaps someone could ask the West Belfast Lundy candidate? He claims to be a member of the OO!

A BLASPHEMOUS FABLE AND A DANGEROUS DECEIT!

This is now the official hymn of the PPC.
THE FENIAN RECORD PLAYER
(Words, Crawford Howard. Tune: “Yellow Rose of Texas”.)

Wee Willie John McFadyean was a loyal Orange Prod,
And he thought that Ian Paisley was just one step down from God.
He thought they ate the “childer” in the backwoods of Ardoyne,
And he knew that history started with the Battle of the Boyne.

One night he took a brick in his hand and he wandered up the Falls.
He was mutterin’ “Up the Rangers” and hummin’ “Derry Walls”.
He bust a big shop window to annoy the Pope of Rome,
And he took a record player out and then he staggered home.

Next night they had a hooley in the local Orange Hall.
Wee Willie took his player to make music at the ball.
He choose a stack of records of a very loyal kind,
But when the music started up, he nearly lost his mind.

This Fenian record player was a rebel to the core.
It played the songs the Orange Hall had never heard before.
For “Dolly’s Brae” and “Derry’s Walls” it didn’t care a fig,
And it speeded up “God Save the Queen” ‘til it sounded like a jig.

It played the “Boys of Wexford” and “The Wearing of the Green”.
Such turmoil in an Orange Hall has never yet been seen.
It played the “Woods of Upton” and “The Men of ‘98”,
But when it played “The Soldier’s Song”, it sealed wee Willie’s fate.

The boys went clean demented. To the ground wee Will was thrown,
And they kicked his ribs in one by one to the tune of “Garryowen”.
They threw him out the window to “A Song of Old Sinn Féin”
And they kicked him all down Sandy Row to “A Nation Once Again!”

That Fenian record player was heard no never more,
For they prodded it with deacon poles and threw it on the floor.
But yet it was not finished. ‘Twas the funniest thing you’ve seen,
For the flashes flyin’ out of it were orange, white and green.

Wee Willie’s up in Purdysburn. He’s crazy as a coot.
He just sits there in his padded cell and tootles on his flute,
And when he tries to play “The Sash”, he always gets it wrong,
For halfway through, he always finds he’s playin’ “The Soldier’s Song”.

There’s a moral to this story. What it is I cannot say.
It may be just the ancient one that crime will never pay.
If you ask Wee Willie McFadyean, he says, “Ah, crime be blowed!
If you want to pinch a record player, do it up the Shankill Road!”


2 Thessalonians 2:3-4.

Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.

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Psalm 144 You can hear the musical version of this.
1 Blessed be the LORD my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight:
2 My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.
3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!
4 Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.
5 Bow thy heavens, O LORD, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.
6 Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them.
7 Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children;
8 Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
9 I will sing a new song unto thee, O God: upon a psaltery and an instrument of ten strings will I sing praises unto thee.
10 It is he that giveth salvation unto kings: who delivereth David his servant from the hurtful sword.
11 Rid me, and deliver me from the hand of strange children, whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood:
12 That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:
13 That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets:
14 That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking in, nor going out; that there be no complaining in our streets.
15 Happy is that people, that is in such a case: yea, happy is that people, whose God is the LORD.

1st JULY 1916

Somme service at Belfast City Hall 2010.

John 15:12-14
12 This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
14 Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.

REMEMBERING THE SOMME 1/7/1916

Ulster Memorial Tower

Theipval, France
Inscription on the Tablet in the Memorial Chamber of the Tower at Thiepval:

This Tower is dedicated to the Glory of God in grateful memory of the Officers, non-commissioned Officers and Men of the 36th (Ulster) Division, and of the sons of Ulster in other forces who laid down their lives in The Great War, and of all their comrades-in-arms, who by divine grace were spared to testify to their glorious deeds.

ENGLISHMAN’S BETRAYAL
Come gather round my comrades this 1rst of July morn
when Ulstermen are rightly proud of the land where they were born.
I’ll tell you of our volunteers and how it came to pass
as they went to fight for England’s cause far away from old Belfast.

It was in dark uncertain days of early world war one
when England’s shores were threatened by the Jackel of the Hun.
When England’s cry for help was heard, we bid her not no fear
for across to Flanders Fields we will send our volunteers.

It was at a place they call The Somme on the 1rst Day of July,
when 20,000 Ulstermen prepared to fight and die.
Sure they bravely charged through no-mans-land with the red hand flying high,
With a cry of “No Surrender Boys” old Ulster’s battle cries.

Now those Germans in their trenches deep could scarce believe their eyes,
When up and charged those Ulstermen and heard their battle cries.
What kind of men are those they said who would leave their native land,
just to die upon this battlefield and what is that strange red hand?

Now on and on they fought that day where others feared to tread,
and on the wire and in the mud they left behind their dead.
But the only flag to fly that day behind those German lines,
was the old red hand of Ulster with the shamrock shrewd our nine.

Now those who lived came home again, what changes did they find?
For the counties that made Ulster up, no longer numbered nine.
Three counties had been sold away by those they fought to save.
Yes, this was England’s gratitude for the sacrifice they made.

So gather round my comrades on this 1rst of July morn,
when Ulstermen are rightly proud of the land where they were born.
For they will never more be led away to fight in foreign lands,
or dies for someone else’s cause and an Englishman’s command
or dies for someone else’s cause and an Englishman’s command