Maundy Thursday Mass: Where’s The Trannie?
The Unholy Father chose another jail for another liturgical abuse. The chosen ones were six men and six women (therefore mercifully correcting Our Lord’s obvious sexism), and in order to give every sniffing pansy his moment of good feeling one of them was a single mother, a shining example of the new Family In The Time Of Mercy.
I missed the homo; which is strange, considering how much The Most Astonishing Hypocrite In Church History loves to be near them. Actually, I missed the Trannie, too, seen that Frankie’s not very delicate sensitivity does not recoil in front of public, unrepented scandal and calls this complicity with abomination “mercy”.
But then I reflect that the Trannie on all Good Friday newspapers must have crossed the mind of Francis, sometime between two big plates of pasta, or whilst waiting for another portion of tiramisu. The fact is, the sheep do not stink enough yet for this. He must keep shitting heresies on them for another year at least; then, perhaps, in 2016 we will have the Trannie in the newspaper, all in tears, praising Francis to the sky for his oh so un-judgemental attitude.
Two years ago, the world stopped and watched a Pope do something so incredibly stupid, and so pleasing to them.
Two years later, they barely notice.
Modernism gets old very fast.