Francis, The Humble Bitch

Curiously, Francis never bitches them…

 

 

More and more often we hear sermons, homilies, off-the-cuff comments, whatever, in which Francis goes on to insult people not mentioned or described specifically, but rather depicting with a rather large brush all kind of people he does not like.

I am not the only one, I think, who notices that these kind of attacks are becoming more and more frequent. My very strong impression is that the man perceives that he is more and more isolated, and confronted with a good number of people who do what they can to limit the damage, both inside and outside the Vatican.

The last morning homily is just another example. The man wants to tell us that peace can only be found in the Holy Spirit, and then goes on to show he is, by his own metre of judgment, very far from Him. Try this: 

“And being closed can turn into so many things: pride, sufficiency, to think myself better than others, also vanity, no? There are mirror-men and  women, who are closed in themselves and constantly looking at themselves. These religious narcissists, no? But, they have a hard heart, because they are closed, they are not open. And they look to defend themselves with these walls that they have around them.”

I am generally not the one who cries “projection!”, as I think the argument is mostly used in a way that does not make sense. But this here seems an example fit for the manual. The man has described himself with uncanny precision, and if you go beyond the usual stupid third-class imagery you will notice no one corresponds to the description of these men and women better than The Most Astonishing Hypocrite In Church History (TMAHICH ™) himself. 

Someone should tell the man that to go around bitching relentlessly in public isn’t very fitting to a Pope; and it is particularly bad when people understand that he is merely throwing the toys out of the pram, after seeing that every time he makes a move the sane Catholic world is against him and those around him suggest more, ahem, caution… 

What Francis would love you to buy is the narrative of the Pope who is “open to God’s surprises” (a clear oxymoron if read in a doctrinal or sacramental perspective), but surrounded by people who are closed to his novelties; because they are so self-centred, you see; so “closed”; because they think themselves superior to him (which isn’t difficult); because they are “religious narcissists” (means: love the traditional liturgy, and take Catholicism seriously) and because they have a “hard heart” (read: are against sacrilege).

The man goes on and on and on. He sees himself in difficulty, and reacts by digging his grave a bit deeper, whilst bitching all around like an old queen with a hysterical fit.

Now that a new year begins, someone should tell Francis that it might be the case to scale down the scandal, pay attention to what he says, and stick to the protocol rigidly.

I bet many did, though, though in more mellifluous words.

They were, probably, those about whom he was thinking when he was speaking the words above. The “closed” ones, etc. To Francis, to be a Catholic means to be a lot of adjectives, none of them flattering in the least.

M