Bishop Galantino is not new to headlines of the wrong kind, and yours truly has already reported about what kind of circus article we are dealing with in this sad case.
More and more worried with out-Francising Francis – a feat not easy in itself – or perhaps sent by Francis himself to pave the way for a new “sacrilege offensive” as the October synod rapidly approaches, the man is now on record with other scandalous affirmations, which really give all the measure of the extent to which he has prostituted himself to the world.
Galantino’s willingly made points are the following:
1. The church must make everyone feel at home.
Why it should be so, it remains unsaid. Since the beginning, the Church has maintained that if you put yourself out of the home, it is much better for you to be aware of it. Shall we, now, let Muslims, Hindus, Protestants, open adulterers, open perverts and the like also feel “at home”? What is this, a third-rate hotel which rents rooms by the hour in an unsavoury part of town, or the Church of Christ?
2. There is something like “unconventional couples”.
Subversion often goes with the creation of new words to match the subversive ideology. The word Bishop Cretino Galantino is looking for is “concubines”. For now at least: as the word could, one day, be used by the same man to describe couple consisting of two men, two women, a man and a dog, or the like.
Such couples – all of them – have always existed, as human nature does not fundamentally change. It’s not that they have begun after, erm, V II… Rather, the Bishop’s desire to create new ways of saying old things is a very obvious manifestation of his desire to substitute Christian morality for a worldly one. From their fruits you will recognise them.
3. Truth must be called “prejudice”.
Someone please tell this cretin that concubines live in mortal sin, and no amount of political correctness can change an iota in the crude facts of life. The scandal is there, the sin is there. Of course people living in scandal will meet with condemnation. They will, in fact, meet with the condemnation they have deserved; doubly so, because they cause scandal.
Every concubine couple is a bomb put under the chair of Marriage. Full stop. Of course I’m “prejudiced”. I believe in God, and in the Marriage He created.
4. The exclusion of people in mortal sin from the Sacraments is “a burden”, an “unjustified price to pay”, and “de facto discrimination”.
Silly me! I thought it is the sin which was the burden! Silly me, I thought the sin sends one, if not repented of, straight to hell! Silly me, I thought the exclusion from the sacraments – until the grave scandal continues and there is no repentance – is there exactly to make the sinner aware of the very deep shit in which he has put himself! How uninformed I was! It is a “burden”, don’t you know?
This way, we discover that the Church has always imposed an “unjustified price” on public concubines, “de facto” discriminating them. Heaven, is this cretin a Christian in the first place? His is nothing less than a war declaration on basic Christian morality; a new system of (non) values in which “discrimination” and “not making people feel at home” are the new mortal sins, and – if at all – the only ones remaining. It is obvious even to a retard that if one admits the gravity of the sin, he must approve the harshness of the sanction; and that, conversely, lamenting the latter means to negate the former. But we don’t live in logical times. We live in the “age of mercy”.
We must pray that Bishop Galantino repents – better said: starts believing in God and repents -. Let us pray that he comes to his senses and says it out loud. It’s never too late. Dio perdona tante cose per un’opera di misericordia, “God forgives many things for a work of mercy”.
Let us hope and pray, for him and the countless sheep he is trying to lead astray. If he should not, let us reflect that he will die in his rebellion to Christ and go to hell, where he – in this case – belongs not one but one thousand times; together with all the other like him, prostituting themselves to the world, and whoring their way to damnation for the sake of power and popularity.
The heretics of yore, burning at the stake, had it much better than this little slut. They had a massive, massive chance of repentance as all the illusions of fame and recognition, of power and glory, or simply all the delusions of an arrogant mind were confronted with the imminence of their ignominious end.
Not so for the modern heretics. They are in positions of great power, and are greatly applauded. The Pope himself promotes and protects them. A Pope to whom, too, the stake would be a blessing, if a heretical Pope could be blessed in that way.
From their fruits you will recognise them. But from their appointments you will recognise them, too.
Boy, Dante would have a lot of fun with these two.
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Rorate has these beautiful quotes from Pope Benedict. I have kept the emphases in their entirety.
Please note Pope Benedict made all these comments far before the astonishing regress in Western civilisation achieved since March 2013 in several countries.
Pope Benedict wasn’t a lion, but at least he had the lucidity to understand he had to speak, and the intellectual depth to speak in an effective way.
The contrast is, as they say in Italy, impietoso; that is: merciless.
None of us, in fact, belongs exclusively to himself or herself: one and all are therefore called to take on in their inmost depths their own public responsibility.
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Vatican Insider has another piece of papal madness, not older than a week and a half. I had missed the Franciscan logic. It is surely worth two lines.
The message in short:
1. Christians are dying like flies, and are being forced to flee en masse; but it should never be said I advocate war against Muslims. War doesn’t sound good. Makes one unpopular, you see.
2. The ISIS must be stopped, but not with war. Football matches might work. Or bus driving. or dialogue. Dialogue cures everything. Those poor ISIS sheep are just brothers an dsisters with whom no one wants to talk! Please note how good I look as I say that I want the problem solved, but not in the only way that could solve it.
3. It does not matter how urgent it is to intervene in Syria or Iraq. It is better that people die in a horrible genocide, rather than to allow one country ( = USA) to start a war. As I always say to my friend, the faggot Monsignor: who are they to judge?
4. Let us discuss in the most atrociously inefficient forum of the planet instead. The one well known for never solving one problem on the planet without in the end the USA taking things in their hands, with or without their perfectly useless approval: the UN. They are atheist, masonic, and with 21 Muslim countries as members. The ideal people to decide how many Christians should die. It will sound just right in Europe. Francis, the Pope who works with the UN. We are the woooorlllldddd, we are the childreeeeeeennnnn……
5. Just in case you would think as the Pope I consider myself a moral authority and think I can decide what is right and what is wrong, I say no! No! No! Let other people decide! People famous for never deciding and, when they decide, seldom deciding anything good! What do you say? People die? Unfortunate, isn’t it? Why don’t we make a football match for peace?
This man is beyond belief.
It is difficult to expand on Louie Verrecchio’s blog posts, because the man handles the issue at hand so thoroughly that one has difficulties in making meaningful additional reflections.
In this case, Mr Verrecchio gives us another impressive demonstration of his thoroughness, as he dissects the – once again – heretical statement of Francis concerning the alleged “real” meaning of Jesus calling Peter “Rock”.
I would have laughed if Francis’ ridiculous and fully un-Catholic, or better said anti-Catholic, explanation had come from a Proddie nincompoop like, say, Mr Welby, the pretend “archbishop” of Canterbury. But as this heretical waffle comes from our very own nincompoop in chief, I don’t find it funny at all.
This is the first Pope who claims the position of uniquely cool Pope, whilst even denying his unique position as Pope. It is as if a King would announce his support for the Republicans among the cheers of the mob, neither the one nor the others grasping the absurdity of the situation.
He does not believe in God, is all. Not believing in God, he does not believe in the Church He founded on Peter. The cornerstone is the stone he has discarded. He takes the cornerstone away, and perhaps doesn’t even grasp – because a genius he ain’t – that if one follows his train of thoughts the entire edifice must crumble and his job made, on the spot, redundant.
The man who told us the Church must not reduce Herself to be a glorified NGO wants to reduce her to just that: a Christian NGO among many, and all of them with the same rank and dignity. An NGO led by an awfully humble guy, whom you should consider the best human on earth whilst he berates his office.
He does not believe in God. Therefore, he does believe in His Church. He believes in his own popularity, and will say and do whatever it takes to enhance it. When he’s gone he’s gone, he thinks. Why bother about the Church? Let men applaud him, and humbly inflate his ego whilst it lasts.
An Atheist sellout was made Pope. Congratulations to the Cardinals.
In your mercy, please cut some slack for the Pontiff Emeritus.
We all remember the great weakness, the obvious frailty he showed during and after the time of his abdication. I have written here about why I think the abdication was wise, and as one who attributes at least some of the antics of JP II’s last papacy phase to his disease I hope I will never see a clearly non-functioning Pope at the head of the Church for a long time.
On another post – just reblogged, but also here for ease of future reference – I have dealt with the conspiracy scenario, and explained why I think such a scenario is just plain absurd.
The fact is, though, there: the Pontiff Emeritus thrives.
Good for him, say I. I can’t imagine him such a good actor, and his doctors such a wonder of medicine, that they would transform a sane man in the very frail man we have seen just after his abdication, the forces obviously leaving him very fast. I was not the only one thinking he was not long for this world.
He is thriving, poor chap. It goes to show that the challenges of being a good Pope are big, and they take their toll; up to the point that the Pope thinks: “I will soon reduce myself to a larva, and be the next John Paul II. Nein, Danke!”
Already 83, and just out of just another bypass operation, he saw the end coming. Not the end of his life, probably; rather the end of the active papacy he thought necessary for the Church. If it comes to pass that the man, relieved from his burden, recovers and is now able to stand for more than one hour, can it be his fault?
In my eyes, Benedict was right to abdicate; but he was very wrong in thinking his successor would have walked in his shoes. As the man who appointed around half the Cardinals who elected Pope Joke The Humble he could have done better, actually much better. He was, in this as in many other matters, too much of a gradualist, and the system he wanted to quietly reform is now reforming itself from his papacy, and not even quietly.
In my eyes, the homo scandal ( the famous 300 page report now put under a ton of sand by Francis; who knows if he was mentioned therein…) persuaded him that the great purge he thought had to come needed a stronger man than himself; a gentle man who had never been a fighter in his strongest years, benedict felt he did not have the phtysical or spiritual energy for this battle. Hence, the abdication.
If a man had been elected who was able and willing to continue Benedict’s policy, no one would have noticed that he is well other than to briefly remark how well he looks and what a joy it is to see him in form. Actually, most would praise his sensible timing, his move able to make sure the Church has a stable and orthodox guide for many years to come without the risk of a crippling de facto interregnum as, say, in the years 2000 to 2005.
Alas, it did not happen. But this proves nothing.
We must pay attention to put the abdication of Benedict into doubt; because if we do so, the election of Francis is automatically thrown into the same pot. Sedevacantism – albeit of a moderate sort – is the result.
If Benedict was forced out, I can’t see how Francis can be said to be in. If Francis is legitimately in, Benedict was not forced out. I can’t see any other solution here.
I am very glad to hear about the good wealth of the Pontiff Emeritus. It would be good if he were to attend in a state of comparable good health the funeral of his successor, or the enthronement of his successor’s successor.
He would then, perhaps, wonder about a well-known German saying: totgesagte leben laenger.
Cardinal Brandmueller is on record with saying that the Francis phenomenon is only superficial, because if it were a real spiritual movement the churches would be full.
The Cardinal is, if you ask me, right and wrong.
He is right in that the Francis phenomenon is just another celebrity frenzy, a purely emotional toy for the easy entertainment of the uneducated, superficial or outright stupid masses.
But he is wrong in saying that empty churches deny the thesis in themselves. It is obvious that Francis is not interested in people going to Catholic Churches more than he is interested in them holding their Korans, eating kosher, going to a Protestant service, or merely being good guys.
Therefore, if Francis were able to cause a spiritual movement (which he isn’t), this movement would be seen in practice in a great number of people not going to Church, but rather doing something else and smelling of Francis’ style “ecumenical goodness”; something like helping to restore kosher eating among the Jews, or buying Korans to poor immigrants. The Catholic churches would most certainly not witness any increase in attendance. Not in the least.
Francis is clearly intent in decoupling the Catholic Church from his vision of Truth. In his mind, Truth can be found pretty much everywhere if one is a nice guy or gal, and the Catholic Church is not in any way, shape or form the depositary of it; rather, she is an expression among many of a Truth that embraces pretty much everyone, be they Catholics, schismatics, heretics, infidels, or even atheists.
The church of Francis comprises everyone who considers himself a regular guy; he sees himself as leading merely one branch of this world church, a branch which in the past has, in his deluded mind, culpably tried to suffocate the other expressions of this alleged truth. If his words in Caserta weren’t clear enough, his behaviour of almost every day would suffice to let vigilant minds understand.
Not many vigilant minds around, I am afraid.
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There are stories around about disquieting events, possible death threats, invisible mafias, and disposable Popes. They are, if you look at the hard evidence, based on nothing. I mean, not even hot air. Hot air is, at least, something.
The theory (whispered and implied, but not stated; because no one can even say that he has reliable sources telling him so) is that Benedict was put in front of the choice: either you resign, or you die. Then the good Benedict would have decided that it is better to resign than to die, because if he resigns instead of dying it is somewhat better for the Church, and there will be less strife. The Church doesn’t really like poisoned Popes, you see. She prefers them alive.
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The way I know it, Alitalia has stopped long ago to put an aeroplane at the disposal of the Pope for free, and they have started to demand that aeroplane be chartered at market rates instead. The Vatican obliges, and recovers the costs by selling expensive tickets to the journalists travelling with the Pope. This allows the journalists in question to stay at the core of the action, and the Pope even comes to say “hello” and have a chat with the boys and the occasional girl during the flight, obviously “off the record” before madness came to power.
I am, therefore, not scandalised for the star cook or the luxury meal, as by the price of those tickets it would be the height of the stinginess to offer beans and tuna fish from the can, with the accompaniment of freshly sliced onion.
I also understand the Pope will have to travel with a degree of privacy, and will have to be able to sleep in total comfort. After all, he is the Pope.
But then this very Pope who travels with all the privileges due to his rank asks that a small Kia car be put at his disposal for his movements in Korea, ostentatiously displaying a “poverty” he does not live whenever cameras are away.
This Pope lives in a way not appreciably different from the way his predecessors lived. He occupies an entire floor of an hotel, causing costs and inconveniences his predecessors would not dream of causing. He travels first class on his own chartered aeroplane, and I have even read – but it must have been a mistake or misunderstanding – that on his way to Korea he kept the entire first class for him, Billionaire-style. He eats the same gourmet food as the others. He certain did not reside, whilst in Korea, in a Bed & Breakfast.
But then, whenever some cheap theatre for the benefit of the gullible can be had he is all for it. From the cobbler to the newsagent, from the wheelchairs to the invalid children, and from the minivan to the Ford Focus no trick is too cheap for him, no stunt too populist, no rhetoric too over the top.
If Francis wanted to practice what he preaches, he would take the bus from St Peter to Termini station. From there, a direct train line would bring him to Fiumicino airport. Second class, if you please, and harassed by the gipsy beggars like everyone else. Security concerns are, obviously, not an issue for the Pope Of The Poor. Who would want to harm him? He refuses the armoured car, doesn’t he? Let the poor around him be his shield. Let him be one of them, among them. St Francis, poverty, humility, and all that.
Once in Fiumicino, he can queue to his check-in for his second-class flight and, once this is done, wait on one of the endless rows of seats until his plane is called. He can have a walk every now and then. Greet people. Embrace wheelchairs. Read some Kueng. Things like that. Let him queue like everyone else, Argentine passport in hand, and take place in the seat he has booked, himself of course, on His favourite travel site.
I know, the leg space isn’t great; but hey, small Kias aren’t much better, either; and where’s the poverty, if one does not share the hardships of the poor? And look at how easy it is: no aeroplanes to charter, no journalists to host, no gourmet tickets to prepare. The humble Francis can have a sandwich, and a bottle of mineral water; or, if he wants to splurge, there’s always McDonald’s, certainly a familiar venue to small Kia drivers the world over.
Once arrived in Seoul, though, Francis is a guest. I understand, therefore, that the bus might not be appropriate. This is where the small Kia comes in, and fits in the picture.
What have we seen of all this? The Kia only, and that one surrounded by photographers. For the rest, this one here is the Renaissance Prince all right. Apart from the fact that he isn’t, of course, and thinking of him words like “boor” come rather more easily to mind.
This is Francis’ hypocrisy. Not in his living as a Pope, but in his living as a Pope and feigning monastic lifestyle. Not in the big apartment, but in having it in a hotel in a shameless show of pretended humility. Not in the first class travel, or the chartered aeroplane, or the gourmet meal; but in the Kia at the airport, the minivan, the damn Ford Focus, and the old Renault 4 he obviously uses – if he does – when the poor walk.
The hypocrisy is mind-boggling. But then again this mind-boggling hypocrisy only works, and brings him huge popularity, because of the mind-boggling thickness of those unable to see how cheap Francis’ tricks are.
I never had great confidence in humanity’s smartness at large. Christ was insulted by the same mob who had hailed him only five days before. Most prophets were killed. People now approve of sexual perversion in unthinkable numbers only one generation ago. But one must say that Francis’ papacy has brought in front of us the misery of the human condition, and the utter stupidity of the greater number of sheep, in very vivid colours.
Alessandro Manzoni famously wrote that the masses are like an ox: dumb, and easily led.
One must recognise that literacy hasn’t changed anything in that.
I always thought I am a rather serene chap, provided with a robust sense of humour which, at times, even manages to amuse others. But I have now discovered – to my dismay – that this is not enough.
I should, in fact, continuously crack jokes at others and myself; because if I don’t, how can I advertise thejoyofChristthatwemustproclaim?
You see, thejoyofChristthatwemustproclaim, and its sibling thehappykokingaroundtoshowothershowhappyinChristweare, are nothing less than… the New Evangelisation!
Gone are the times when Catholics told non-Catholics some harsh truths about life and death, salvation and damnation, orthodoxy and heresy. Not only was this uncharitable, but – far, far worse – it wasn’t even funny! How those dour men and women, those old maids, those professional sourpusses hoped to ever convert anyone is truly beyond me. They should have cracked jokes all the time instead, non-judgementally showing to their interlocutors, in the appropriately sensitive manner, how much better it is for your quality of life if you become a Catholic; not that there is anything bad with not doing it, of course! But think of all the fun you’re missing!
I have, therefore, decided that henceforward this blog will undergo some changes. The extremely serious photo of Pius XII will be substituted for a pic of a guffawing Cardinal Dolan, and I will add links to The Onion, Comedy Central and, of course, the one or other VII light blogger priest who, in the last months, has become so invariably hilarious himself.
My sincerest apologies to all of you, dear readers. A serious Catholic is a bad Catholic. Next time I read about the plight of persecuted Christians, or am informed about the latest heresy or stupidity of Bishop Francis, I will look for the next mirror and guffaw to myself until I feel like a (much) thinner Dolan. Then I will go around with a face like an idiot on marijuana, in order to show the people I meet the beneficial effects of beingjoyfulallthetimeinChrist. I might add a kilo or three of tiramisu’, just to make myself a bit less dissimilar to the Great Guffawer. Albeit to start seeing some resemblance the tiramisu’ should be weighted in tons.
No doubt, I will convert many people
to atheism to my non necessary, but certainly life-improving religion. Prozac needs a medical prescription. Choose Catholicism instead! Boy, it’s powerful!
The same lesson applies, obviously, to you. Do you guffaw enough? Where’s your Red Nose? How many shoulders have you poked today? Do people laugh when they see your face from afar?
And now please excuse me, but I feel the urge to guffaw to myself for five or ten minutes, just for exercise. The people around me, sitting in the bus in the most un-guffawing manner imaginable will, no doubt, be impressed.
Then tell me I am not serious about “evangelising”…
The Pope stated the obvious objection to his own view that one must not proselytize but rather dialogue and “walk with” people: “But, brother Pope, this is what we are doing, but perhaps we are converting no one or very few people….” Indeed! And the Pope’s answer: “But you are doing it anyway: with your identity, you are hearing the other.”
The idea that one can convert others merely by displaying one’s “identity” and “hearing the other” would have sounded like utter nonsense to the martyrs of Korea, who were put to death for preaching the Gospel in order to convert and save souls in keeping with the divine commission. And those same martyrs would probably have not believed it if they were told that one day a Pope would say this to the bishops of Asia: “And the Lord will grant his grace: sometimes he will move hearts and someone will ask for baptism, sometimes not. But always let us walk together. This is the heart of dialogue.” In other words, perhaps you will make converts while dialoguing, perhaps not. But don’t worry: dialogue is the thing! Evangelization has lost all meaning in Bergoglian theology, which is essentially the post-Vatican II Jesuit liberalism of the 1970s.
This is Chris Ferrara’s probably most pregnant statement in an excellent article dealing, once again, with the way the Bishop of Rome refuses to do his job as bishop, let alone bishop of Rome.
It is clear by now the strategy that this man is pursuing: to be what non-Catholics, lapsed Catholics and Anti-Catholics want him to be, but delivering some timid statement every now and then so that the Pollyannas may continue to believe he is an orthodox Pope; in the same way as the Waffen SS believed in Nazi victory in February 1945.
Pope Francis is trying to achieve the demolition of Catholicism as we know it, and its substitution for a vaguely new-age religion of “hearing one another” whose stupidity is only surpassed by the arrogance of the man so humbly proposing himself as Best Pope Since Peter.
I do not know what name one could give to such a mentality, but “Catholic” is certainly not one that jumps to mind. It’s the kind of waffle you could hear from a confused liberal elementary school teacher; not from a priest, much less a Cardinal, much less a Pope.
Francis goes around saying that Catholicism is an option; but he does not seem averse to the audience and popularity coming to him from his having the job that, of all jobs in the world, does not speak of options. It is as if the headmaster would spend his day saying to the pupils that school isn’t important after all, what counts is that they are nice friends people would want to be around.
Shall I, then, blame this obvious old atheist called Francis for the excrement he deposits at our door at least three times a week? Or shall I, rather, blame the brainless masses who continue to feel like they were “his friend” everytime the old nutcase is afraid of being Catholic, or feels the need to say something completely absurd in exchange for 3 days of media excitement?
Dio vede e provvede, says the wise Italian. God sees and provides. In this case, I can only draw some comfort from the fact that God is already providing for a better time… sometimes after Francis’ departure, or resignation.
But how long our punishment will be, and how massive the rape of Catholicism, I can only fear.
Mark this name, you reader from no matter where, because what has been published today will make Rotherham a byname for ignominy.
What is transpiring in these hours is, literally, beyond belief. Duckduckgo “Rotherham” and “child abuse” and you will read things you never imagined; on a scale that indicates more than even a systemic failure, rather a nuclear meltdown.
More shocking details are emerging, as it appears that the ethnicity of many of the perpetrators, now generically defined as “Asian”, was an obstacle to the filth emerging. In XXI Century's Britain, the fear of being called “racist” or suffer loss of reputation or even employment seem to have played a role, in a Country that has now become such a pit of political correctness that not even horrible violence on an unprecedented scale manages to emerge on the surface for who knows how many years.
And as the bomb explodes, other question emerge (or should emerge: this will be an interesting one to watch…). Why only in Rotherham? Is it reasonable to assume the violent people all move to the same council? Is it so outlandish to think that if the police (finally) digs deep into this, it will turn out Rotherham was only the tip of the iceberg?
Finally, let me say two or three words about the institutions involved: after the way the Church has been crucified for decades I know fully expect – nay, demand!* – that henceforward every Policeman and every council worker, particularly if working with children, be seen as an aider and abetter of child abuse of the worst kind, in a scale and horror beyond imagination.
This, of course, without considering the ethnicity involved in this particular scandal. Can't wait to hear all those ready to throw the Church en bloc into hell explaining to us that this is only a problem of individuals…
Today we live to see the ripening of possibly the most atrociously poisonous fruit of the political correctness and the culture of “diversity” to which this country has literally sold its collective backside. Did we not know that in certain Asian Countries children are routinely sold by the poorest families? Did we not know that in other Asian countries women still die “mysteriously” in “domestic accidents” weeks after the death of their husbands? Can we expect that when non-Christian society are allowed to export themselves en bloc, without correction or apology, the worst traits of their mentality will tend to come to Europe together with them? Do you think Europe is free from infibulation, forced marriages, or (I can say today; not yesterday) what has happened in Rotherham?
How can it be only Rotherham? How stupid must we be to pretend that this problem was isolated, and the tragic, massive failure to act was due to something they put in the water in Rotherham, and there only?
I can't remember the last day I was so disgusted, at least if we exclude the day of the approval of so-called same sex marriages. But again, tutto si tiene: a Country choosing to live with atrocious perversion will discover that the Devil has raped it in more than one way.
I would so much like to tell you that I hope that the Country will now wake up, shake away from itself this self-castrating attitude and recover the sense of decency. But how can I? The sense of decency has gone utterly lost, most people believe in the religion of themselves, and their religions do not allow them to even think – let alone act upon it – that Rotherham happened because of the collapse of Western (Christian) values, a collapse promoted during many decades of willing, self-pleasing, lurid collective blindness.
Sink in the dung, Britain; or rediscover the virtues of your forefathers, the tenacity and resilience that created a beautiful Empire and defeated Hitler, and start working on the recovery of your own very soul.
It's a dung of your own making. Now it's time to start shovelling.
* not really! actually. But you get my drift…
I started noticing it some time ago. At Mass in Rome – undisclosed time and location; wonderful church, but there are thousands of them there only in the Centro Storico, so I have not revealed anything ;) - the homily was entirely, and I mean entirely, devoted to the simple fact that there is no salvation outside of the Church. Which doesn’t mean one who dies a Protestant is ipso facto damned, etc. You know, the whole enchilada.
Whilst the priest refrained from saying that, therefore, Proselitysm is the contrary of solemn nonsense, there can be no doubt the watchful pewsitter perfectly understood the message.
It has happened, in the meantime, on several other occasions. In England, Germany, and Italy. Even in Belgium. Yes, even in Belgium!
It happens now with beautiful regularity, and I start to wonder. Does it happen because the Pope has expressed himself in a heretical way on so many subjects, that it is difficult to listen to a homily and not notice the difference with what Francis says? Or is it because more and more priests – even V II priests, but sound ones – have decided that their duty now consist in guerrilla warfare or, if you prefer, counter-insurgency operations from the pulpit, but without mentioning the main culprit?
I have now lost count of the homilies where some anti-Francis point was made very clearly. It even seems to me – but I might be biased – that the number of anodyne “do not kick the cat”-homilies is decreasing, as a number of priests who were given to such an exercise now feel a duty to say a couple of things straight, implicitly – alas, very seldom openly – making clear who the target of the criticism is.
A silent counteroffensive is, I think, forming. The Pope confuses the faithful, therefore the priest must drive home a point or two. They are no lions, mind. It is very seldom they even mention the man. But this is, if you will, exactly the point. They are saying to the wise: “ignore him; and please understand I cannot say more”.
I do not know to what extent a priest cannot “say more”. But we, the laity, surely can.
Not encumbered with a nasty bishop as our superior, and in no risk of being transferred to some elephant cemetery for being Catholic, we can say it as it is, carrying on and amplifying the message of the priest. And the message is very simple: do not listen to the old man. Stick to sound Catholicism instead.
If anyone of you could briefly report of what happens in his own neck of the wood and whether he also notices the trend I have described, I would be very grateful for two lines in the comment box.
It might be just me. It might be that I read all the bollocks of the man and am therefore more easily led to comparisons between that and a sound homily. Or it can be that the message is being sent increasingly more forcefully to the faithful: don’t listen to Francis, he does not speak for us.
I was made aware of the existence of a parody blog aimed at the effort of a blogger priest. Needless to say, this particular blog is the attempt at humour of some rabid enemy of the Church, allergic to truth and with who knows what other problems. It never ceased to amaze me how judgmental these “do not judge” people are. They must think if they do it themselves is good, if others do it isn’t. Anyway, this chap – or chapess, or unsure which – doesn’t like me, so I followed his link to me and discovered that dissent, faggotry and blind stupidity are alive and kicking in the blogosphere.
I am no “do not judge” type, because mother made me too smart for that rubbish. I try to judge with right judgment, and actually am persuaded I do it most of the times. My very “judgmental” blog has been blessed with some success, and is pretty established in the sound-thinking blogosphere.
It’s not all roses, of course, and many of you have noticed that my blogging activity has reduced to around half in the last months for reasons that I will, as always, not disclose; but my blogging enthusiasm is unabated and I will, so to speak, not “pull a Werling” anytime soon. In short, though I am very unhappy with what is going on in the Vatican and the way Catholicism is being raped daily, I am very happy with my little blog. But is my happiness complete? No.
I miss my own parody blog.
A blog, I mean, created by some dissenter, or pervert, or friend of both to (try to) mock me. Such a blog would, of course, attract a steady readership of reprobates; but as they are lost to the cause anyway this is something that does not bother me. My very own parody blog would, though, have the following positive effects:
1. It would alert a number of people to the existence of this little effort of sound Catholicism, causing the one or the other to slowly understand what is truth and what is lie. It happens rarely, I know, but it does happen. Therefore, the parody blog would result in unintended evangelisation help as indirect result of its crappy pretend Catholicism. God does have sense of humour.
2. It would make me proud as a Christian and Catholic. I wear every mockery, slander and insult caused by my Catholicism as a badge of honour. The idiot creating such a blog would still be an idiot; but in his idiocy, he would still make me proud.
3. It is the ultimate status symbol for a sound Catholic blogger. It elevates you from the mass of the common bloggers out there – even if successful – to the very elite, the crème de la crème of Catholic blogdom.
Will I ever have such a blog, devoted exclusively or almost exclusively to me? Will I ever be able to reach this summit of Catholic glory?
Who knows. God willing, one day I will have this honour. For the moment, I must be content with the occasional closet faggot hating me because he (she; it) is a pervert; or with the liberal nutcase terrified of a truth too uncomfortable to be let alone; or with the VII nincompoop thinking that everything before VII must be expunged from the Church.
Perhaps, one day. For now, allow me to daydream.
The Obama administration wants to bomb the Syrian regime, and in that way unavoidably help its enemies to go to power. For the Obama administration the Government are the baddies, and the Muslim militants the “freedom fighters”. Happily, the military action does not take place; but the stupidity of a Middle East policy based on populism shows to every sensible person that a real idiot sits in the Oval Office.
Not too many months go by, and even the US administration is forced to realise what kind of mistake they were about to make.
It astonishes me that there is no huge uproar exposing the immense stupidity of this administration not only in Syria, but in countries like Libya and Egypt, where they have acted with the same immense stupidity. This US administration proved so stupid that the Egyptian government – a military regime born out of the sense of the Egyptian army and the exasperation of the Egyptian people, and against the will of Golfing Cretin – openly mocked them calling the US to “restraint” in Ferguson. And this, even if Egypt still receives help from the US to the tune of several billion bucks a year.
I would love to read more and harsher criticism of this bunch of amateurs. Only a systematically realistic approach, aimed at bringing all of the Middle East under the control of Western-friendly dictators willing to leave Christians in peace, can bring lasting peace to the region; and be it the peace of a bloody dictator, if the native do not – as they have abundantly showed – deserve anything better.
As it is now, the West will, in time, contain or destroy – more likely destroy at some point – the threat of the ISIS. But without a serious strategic intent of putting a solid lid over that boiling pot of madness that is the Arab world the Western powers will end up playing fire brigades as violent insurrections develop elsewhere, or keep reappearing at some point in those realities – like Iraq – where a democratic solution is stubbornly pursued after now many years of evidence that the recipe does not work.
The US must now start to actively look for a candidate that will – with their approval, support, and bribe money – take control of army and country, arrange things between Iraqi ethnic groups in a way considered fair by his Western masters, and start kicking a few ISIS asses.
The time for this parody of democracy is up, as the suffering of countless Christians abundantly proves. Now that high officers of the US armed forces start to officially expose the immense stupidity of a Middle East policy by popularity poll, the way might in time be opened for a more realistic approach to all things Arab; though I doubt that the current administration will ever see the light on this, rather preferring to continue to be very stupid first, and timidly right when it’s already very late.
Every time you read or hear news about Syria, think that Obama wanted to bomb Assad’s regime. And pray that 2016 may come in time to reverse the course in the Middle East.