And The Winner Is….?
Now around 18 months in this incredibly challenging (nuEnglish for “rubbish”) pontificate, I am reflecting of what is the most representatively infamous, ignominious, shameless piece of populist nonsense that the Unholy Father, Bishop of Rome, has donated to the world in these 18 months of “uh?”, “ah?” and “no?”. What, in other words, is the piece of rubbish that most immediately explains everything that is wrong with this man? If you had to explain to someone what a clown this Pope is, and had only one example at your disposal
Upon reflection, and mentally reviewing what I remember of the long litany of heresies, blasphemies and simple everyday nonsense, I keep coming back to this pearl of stupidity:
If someone is gay and he searches for the Lord and has good will, who am I to judge?
This is stupid on so many levels, that almost every word is a blunder in itself. Even a retard would have to make a great effort to say something so effortlessly, authentically retarded in such a pity way.
The use of the word “gay” in this context is not only, well, gay*; but it clearly denotes a complicity with the sin of the sodomite, a downplaying of sins crying to heaven for vengeance, and the will to know-tow to popular feeling.
The “search for the Lord” is clearly a misleading statement, as “searching for the Lord” has never excused from mortal sin if the conditions for it are present. Luther probably searched for the Lord, at least when sober, at least when sober and not screwing a nun, at least every now and then when sober, and not screwing a nun; and probably even Mohammed searched for his own Allah when not screwing little girls.
The one with the “good will” is so blindingly retarded I should not waste time with it. Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Pol Pot, Castro, Che Guevara, Himmler, Goebbels, Obama, they all had at some point a good dose of “good will”, that in some of them must have been extreme.
The ways of hell, and all that. Simple common sense. Too much wisdom for The Super Duper Humble Pope.
Then, at the end, the master stroke. Francis is one of us; a bloke from the barrio; a common man of everyday feelings. Nothing special, really.
“Call me Jorge, dear. And yes, I will end up suppressing your Order. No appeal I am afraid. How do you say? You search for the Lord and have good will, too? Who gives a damn? You aren’t “gay”! Heck, you’re even Catholic!”
As Francis plays “man of the people”, he makes the job of the Pope redundant. The Pope is not a moral instance anymore, merely a good chap. He has made the Papacy totally irrelevant to you, which is why you should be so grateful to him. He will be ruthlessly exercising his prerogatives, of course; but only with good Catholics, those who – incidentally – really search the Lord. The world, however, has nothing to fear from him. It will be high-fiving all around.
This is the reason why I think that among the many valid contestants, “who am I to judge” takes the biscuit. Not the most blasphemous statement, or the most heretical; probably not even the most stupid; but in my eyes, the one that tells most of what kind of circus tool this man is. A man who spends his day belittling and undermining the Church he should protect, so that he may become more popular in the process.
If any of you has other suggestions he thinks more worth, he may want to drop a line.
No links, please. Short argument. No digressions.
*”gay” is allowed to decent men as mockery: “this is so gay”, “you are gayer than Elton John”, and the like.