Daily Archives: November 4, 2014

Rise And Fall Of A Court Jester

I am, I am sure, not the only one who has the feeling that The Most Astonishing Hypocrite In Church History is facing a big crisis. Blogging priests are more and more open in their criticism; Cardinals and Archbishops have made themselves very vocal; the attempt at carrying water to the cause of heresy by simply ignoring the English version of the Relatio Synodi has been thwarted after only one day of outcry; most importantly, Francis’ troubles have become so mainstream it now seem every secular outlet feels the need to report about them.

How far away, now, the time of the beach balls on the altar seems! I would be very curious to see what would happen if Francis were to do something like that again. You can bet your hat that several prelates would intervene, and the world would know whom are we dealing with. It’s not 2013 anymore. The novelty is gone, the magic is no more.

It seems to me that Francis has been walking on a rope for too long and now has, to put it bluntly, fallen down. He may find a safety net to save him (figuratively) and his pontificate (far less so) from smashing to the ground; but that he is falling seems rather clear to me, and actually I can see the actual smashing coming.

When many secular outlets start to talk openly about your “challenges”, what they are meaning is that you are looking weak. And they sense, rather than know, that this is so. Francis’ downfall will be as much of a media show as his rise.

We, the properly instructed Catholics, do not feel what is happening. We know. So I will now proceed to explain a couple of things for those liberals who may, perchance, have clicked themselves to a place of Catholic sanity. Listen well, you liberals, and take note for future reference.

A Pope is not the leader of a party. He cannot change the organisation he leads. Blair, or Thatcher, or Reagan could reshape their party, because a party can be intrinsically reshaped. The Church cannot.

In the same way as the Catholic Truth towers, immense, over every Pope, the prestige and effectiveness of this Pope can only – in the long term, and in essentials – be based upon that Truth. When the constant drawing from this Truth fails, the ground will slowly begin to shift from under the Pope’s feet. Yes, he can manage to look pleasant for a while; yes, he can ingratiate the world up to a point; but in the long term, he will be expected to do the job of a Pope, and will be judged according to his ability to do it properly. Reality will, at some point, catch up with his Pontificate, and he can only hope he dies before that moment comes.

Francis has done nothing to deserve any merit as Pope. He has squandered an immense patrimony of prestige as Pope by leveraging his position for the sake of his own popularity. The novelty was huge, and for a while the entire non-Catholic planet was in the thrall of this media storm. But this newly acquired popularity could only be as superficial as the way Francis used to acquire it. Think this: if a Pope wants to participate to “the X-factor”, his success will be immense, and victory assured. But in doing so, he will squander the vast popularity that made his success possible in the first place, and he will remain there: the winner, yes; but the winner with a newly acquired status of “celebrity”; a status as quickly lost as it is acquired.

Francis has sacrificed the sacredness of the Pontificate for the most shameless attention-whoring imaginable, in purest wannabe-celebrity style. What he has lost, he will never regain, because no King can regain the respect of his subjects once he has transformed himself in the court jester. Francis will, from now on, be seen as the funny guy with the red nose, saying those mad things that please the perverts; a chap soon to be forgotten, as the next funny guy with a different nose comes along, and cheap people look for cheap entertainment elsewhere.

The world loves the novelty factor, but it then requires more and more of it, like an heroin addict. Francis has tried to oblige as far as he could – actually far more than he could – and has fallen on his nose. The world now looks at him on the ground, his nose running blood, and it starts looking for some other form of shallow entertainment.

The novelty is gone. The enthusiasm is gone. The apparent invincibility is gone.

But the sacredness is also gone; the authority; the prestige; even the respect of his own priests.

Will he find a net? Will he salvage his Pontificate, now sinking in full sight of the media world? When have you ever seen a Pope criticised every week by Cardinals, and more and more often by blogger priests, for being unorthodox, overbearing, and in one word, a Jesuit?

I might be wrong, but I think this pontificate will end up in a huge tragedy for the man who thought he could make everything new. You can’t teach an old heretic new tricks, and Francis cannot become – short of a miracle – a decent priest at his age. If you ask me, I think this old heretic will run toward the wall with reckless abandon, thinking that it will embrace him. Frankly, I can’t wait for the impact.

It’s not even that the Emperor has no clothes. It’s that the Emperor stays there in the middle of the street, dressed like a trannie, and more and more bystanders watch him with a mixture of embarrassment and contempt, as he wonders what has happened of their cheering, and why less and less people find him just the ticket. He tries the old jokes, and less and less people laugh.

The magic is gone. The Emperor is the accomplice of perverts. That’s just how it is.

This is how I think he will end. An embarrassment. A trannie on the street. A court jester who does not amuse almost anyone anymore. A failed Pope. A clown of a Pope. No, wait: a failure as Pope, and a failure as clown.

The world has noticed already. The magic is clearly gone. When the magic is gone, what will remain? Profoundness of thought? Admirable orthodoxy? The prestige of a true Peter? A great intellect?

No, I tell you what I think will remain: embarrassment.

And the embarrassment, like the popularity, will be huge.

M

 

 

 

Brittany Maynard Has Chosen Hell

Catholicism is really in a bad shape if people not only choose to commit suicide, but announce it to the world and campaign for the “right” of others to commit suicide, without Catholic bloggers crying their scandal to the sky.

Let the “Patheos” troop give you the sugary stuff of the devil, and answer for it when they die. This Catholic blogger will cry his scandal to the sky instead.

Brittany Maynard has decided openly, publicly, in front of a true worldwide audience, that it is not God Who decides when she dies, but she herself. Wake up, and realise that there is no worse offence against the One Who gave her the very life she has decided to throw in the rubbish bin, than this.

Brittany Maynard did not live on the moon. She certainly knew what Christianity says about suicides. Nor could she ignore her battle against her very nature, planning an event that must be right there with sodomy and dog-mounting in the list of the unnatural things to do. No, Brittany Maynard decided that she is God, and that is that. If you don't know what God has said He will do to those who think this way, today is the day you learn it.

But no, really: you do. Everyone does. So quit making excuses for her. There are no excuses; not for the suicide and not for the worldwide promotion of it, and that's that.

Please do not give me the usual sugary crap of the devil – the crap of the devil can be very sugary; the stupid eat it avidly – now dripping from stupid “c”atholics blogs. If one renounces to talk about hell in circumstances like that, he isn't even a Catholic, just a puppet of the world wearing a strange t-shirt.

I do not care a straw what kind of medicaments are available in the US. Brittany Maynard did not choose to move to a place where the care she deemed most suitable could be had; she chose to move to a State which would allow her to commit suicide, and she even made a huge noise about it. In the rank of the minions of Satan, this woman has earned the first line, and an immediate promotion to officer. This, my friends, is one Screwtape in the making; and if you are fooled by the smiling pictures, then truly you are a fool.

There is no excuse. There simply isn't any. Christians of past generations have never been allowed to commit suicide because science had not yet invented the right medicaments. I am breathless at the rubbish I read around. Heavens, do people remember how to think, at all?!

Brittany Maynard has chosen hell. Publicly, for all the world to see. Her defiance of God has gone worldwide, polluting even Countries like Italy, who truly should know better. Brittany Maynard has chosen, in a supreme explosion of ego-fuelled blasphemous arrogance, eternal torment. Her rebellion was planned in cold blood, executed through several months, and cried out loud for all the world to see. Satanic in the extreme.

Now, I am not God. I can, therefore, not know whether, when one absolutely wants to go to Hell, God always, always allows him to; or whether on very rare occasions He allows the person so bent to repent in the very last moment and escape that terrible fate. God is not bound by our decision, and one of the attributes of His Omnipotence is exactly to be able to shape ours before we die.

Having said that, God tells us what happens when we disobey Him in such a grievous way, and it is the height of arrogance to even try to fabricate excuses why someone who does everything required to go to hell, by the book, and so that she could actually write an entire new manual about it, should have avoided it.

Say an eternal rest for the disgraceful woman, now very probably in a place of eternal suffering because hey, she knew better than God. If she is in hell – as it is extremely probable – your prayer will not go to waste anyway.

But do not be accessory in her sin by saying even one kind word about this worldwide exercise in murder and blasphemy – and sabotage of natural law and elementary Christian values – with your relatives, or friends, or colleagues. This is matter or extreme gravity. We do not want to be associated with it more than we would with child raping.

And do not bet your pint that she has escaped hell. Every person of Catholic sense should be terrified at what has gone on, not only for the suicide itself, but for the worldwide scandal that makes something so extreme like suicide even more terribly extreme.

Do not bet your pint.

Heck, I wouldn't even bet an Aspirine.

M

 

Brittany Maynard Has Chosen Hell

Catholicism is really in a bad shape if people not only choose to commit suicide, but announce it to the world and campaign for the “right” of others to commit suicide, without Catholic bloggers crying their scandal to the sky.

Let the “Patheos” troop give you the sugary stuff of the devil, and answer for it when they die. This Catholic blogger will cry his scandal to the sky instead.

Brittany Maynard has decided openly, publicly, in front of a true worldwide audience, that it is not God Who decides when she dies, but she herself. Wake up, and realise that there is no worse offence against the One Who gave her the very life she has decided to throw in the rubbish bin, than this.

Brittany Maynard did not live on the moon. She certainly knew what Christianity says about suicides. Nor could she ignore her battle against her very nature, planning an event that must be right there with sodomy and dog-mounting in the list of the unnatural things to do. No, Brittany Maynard decided that she is God, and that is that. If you don’t know what God has said He will do to those who think this way, today is the day you learn it.

But no, really: you do. Everyone does. So quit making excuses for her. There are no excuses; not for the suicide and not for the worldwide promotion of it, and that’s that.

Please do not give me the usual sugary crap of the devil – the crap of the devil can be very sugary; the stupid eat it avidly – now dripping from stupid “c”atholics blogs. If one renounces to talk about hell in circumstances like that, he isn’t even a Catholic, just a puppet of the world wearing a strange t-shirt.

I do not care a straw what kind of medicaments are available in the US. Brittany Maynard did not choose to move to a place where the care she deemed most suitable could be had; she chose to move to a State which would allow her to commit suicide, and she even made a huge noise about it. In the rank of the minions of Satan, this woman has earned the first line, and an immediate promotion to officer. This, my friends, is one Screwtape in the making; and if you are fooled by the smiling pictures, then truly you are a fool.

There is no excuse. There simply isn’t any. Christians of past generations have never been allowed to commit suicide because science had not yet invented the right medicaments. I am breathless at the rubbish I read around. Heavens, do people remember how to think, at all?!

Brittany Maynard has chosen hell. Publicly, for all the world to see. Her defiance of God has gone worldwide, polluting even Countries like Italy, who truly should know better. Brittany Maynard has chosen, in a supreme explosion of ego-fuelled blasphemous arrogance, eternal torment. Her rebellion was planned in cold blood, executed through several months, and cried out loud for all the world to see. Satanic in the extreme.

Now, I am not God. I can, therefore, not know whether, when one absolutely wants to go to Hell, God always, always allows him to; or whether on very rare occasions He allows the person so bent to repent in the very last moment and escape that terrible fate. God is not bound by our decision, and one of the attributes of His Omnipotence is exactly to be able to shape ours before we die.

Having said that, God tells us what happens when we disobey Him in such a grievous way, and it is the height of arrogance to even try to fabricate excuses why someone who does everything required to go to hell, by the book, and so that she could actually write an entire new manual about it, should have avoided it.

Say an eternal rest for the disgraceful woman, now very probably in a place of eternal suffering because hey, she knew better than God. If she is in hell – as it is extremely probable – your prayer will not go to waste anyway.

But do not be accessory in her sin by saying even one kind word about this worldwide exercise in murder and blasphemy – and sabotage of natural law and elementary Christian values – with your relatives, or friends, or colleagues. This is matter or extreme gravity. We do not want to be associated with it more than we would with child raping.

And do not bet your pint that she has escaped hell. Every person of Catholic sense should be terrified at what has gone on, not only for the suicide itself, but for the worldwide scandal that makes something so extreme like suicide even more terribly extreme.

Do not bet your pint.

Heck, I wouldn’t even bet an Aspirine.

M

Pope Jesuit The First

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