Daily Archives: September 1, 2012
And so we are informed some prominent Franciscan called Father Groeschel is of the opinion that the minor is in many cases the seducer, and the priest or friar who has sex with him is “the poor guy”.
Now, I do understand that a pervert of, say, fifteen is not a child anymore, and outside of the always hysterically “protective” Anglo-Saxon countries a fifteen years old is considered to know jolly well what he does. The idea, therefore, that the priest be the only one who is wrong is – and I agree here with the Franciscan father – simply wrong.
What is extremely worrying, though, is that the same friar goes on to (more or less) exculpate the religious, because he is “seduced”, perhaps is going through a “difficult phase” and is – this should be repeated again – the “poor guy”.
What the chap does not tell us is that people do not indulge in sodomy od lewd acts with young men – however willing the latter may be – because they are in a difficult phase, but exclusively because they are perverts. It seems here that the extremely grave fact that there are perverted religious is considered a given, and the attention is fully directed on the young man who – it is reasonable to assume, in many cases willingly – acted in a way apt to “seduce” him.
This perspective makes of sexual perversion a “normal” thing, whilst it tries to deflect the attention from the perverted priest. Only, whilst it is unavoidable that there will be some rare perverts among the young, it is not normal that there should be even one among the clergy and the religious.
It is not surprising this absurd article has in the meantime been taken off and the NCR, who had published his article without any intelligent editing or control, have apologised.
Still, the impression remains of religious circles in which everything is considered worthy of worried reflection and consideration, but the homosexuality among their own ranks.
I do hope the discussion does not fo in the direction of the boy is never culpable”. Of course he is, if he is big enough to know what he is doing. Alas, this seems to be another holy cow of the Anglo-Saxon world, which for southern European is simply impossible to comprehend.
Cardinal Martini died in a Jesuit retirement home. He was 85 years old, a life thrown away in the most tragic and dangerous of ways.
We do not know – and will probably never know – whether in the end he repented; we can, therefore, only hope for the sake of his immortal soul – and for the sake of his certainly somewhat tired guardian angel – that he managed to avoid hell in the end. Doubts are, if you ask me, perfectly justified.
The idea that this man was said to be one of the papabili – albeit this was very probably the fruit of liberal wishful thinking, rather than a concrete possibility – is a very good description of the actual state of crisis within the Church.
I hope you will make the effort with me – to me at least it is an effort, but I think a salutary one – and join me in a prayer for his immortal soul. Still, I think we must also openly say that the death of such an enemy of Catholicism can only be seen as good news. Martini’s last subversive book is a very recent work, only some months old; this was, therefore, not a chap who would just be happy with being forgotten and disappearing in silence. No, he had to contribute to the damnation of souls to the very end. A true Jesuit of the modern kind.
It is to be hoped many others of his companions will follow him – hopefully to purgatory, otherwise to hell – sooner rather than later.
I am not a friend of mourning of circumstance, and have always believed when a pig dies what you have in front of you is a dead pig, death not being something ennobling one in any conceivable way. Of course, in this case there was an immortal soul at stake but you get my drift, and I certainly wish the man had died before at least being able to publish his last effort to damn himself and countless others.
It is well-known the German philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer had been condemned to pay a pension to a woman he had inadvertently caused to fall (if memory serves) from the stairs, getting a permanent injury from the fall. When the woman died, the always rather dry Schopenhauer wrote in his account book the Latin words “Obit Anus, Abit Onus”: the old person has died, the burden is lifted.
Fitting words, I think, to comment the recent news.