Daily Archives: August 1, 2014
If you need further proof Pope Humble hates to be in the middle of good Catholics and avoids them whenever he can, you only need to google a bit, and look at the last events in Caserta.
Firstly there was the blunder with the programme. Francis just wanted to spend the day with his Proddie friends, so he gave instructions to do just that.
Predictably, the local Catholics wondered what was going on, and how it can be that, of all people, a Pope goes out of town to meet the heretics and does not care one bit for his local sheep. It is because he does not give a fig for Catholics, of course; but they found it difficult to accept, and complained. The programme was then suitably amended, with some activities in favour of the local joyless rosary-counters.
And then Francis does go to Caserta, and regales us with the usual heresies about extra ecclesiam omnia salus, according to his utterly heretical, now twenty times repeated ideology. But this post is not about that.
Francis is then eating and drinking with the Proddies, and he enjoys both activities so much – presumably, the second one more – that he decides to continue to eat, drink and be merry and simply cancel his next appointment, where he was supposed to meet some nuns and, I have read, children and other faithful.
Now, the nuns were probably orthodox ones, which would explain Francis' dislike for them. What is truly indicative of the man, though, is Francis' decision to just ignore his next appointment, whatever it may be, because he is amusing himself so much where he is now. If you remember the episode of the Beethoven concert and the empty chair, you realise that for this man not showing up is always an option; only, this time he does not even have the boorish excuse of not being a “Renaissance Prince”. This time, he is truly being a 2014 Francis.
If timeliness is the courtesy of the Kings, not showing up because one does not feel like it, or is enjoying himself too much, or perhaps has even drunk too much, is the behaviour of spoiled models and rock stars. It is, certainly, not fit for a prelate, and is utterly disgraceful for a Pope. And note that this chap here is so brazen in his behaviour that he never ever looks for other people to cover his own boorishness with a veil of convenience (a headache; a light indisposition; fatigue due to the heat), but simply has no problem to let it be known he preferred to stay with the heretics and, no doubt, enjoy their wine.
Now, in case you still have not got the message, let me state it very clear in two languages: questo Papa e' un grandissimo cafone.
This Pope is quite the boor.