Daily Archives: August 27, 2016
I have published parts one and two already.
Now, I would like to spend three words about what we learn from this embarrassing episode. I for myself have drawn the following conclusions:
- Ratzinger has become a mini-me Bergoglio. On the issues he has touched the crap was largely the same. Only the syntax was different. Ratzinger can actually think, and talk. But he has lost face, big time.
- Ratzinger does so because he is, in his deepest soul, a supporting rider, a follower, an order taker. He will bat with the Vatican side. That’s it.
- Ratzinger has become so embarrassing that even the “Frankie ain’t Pope, Benny is” fraction will now be in severe shock. And I don’t think most of them considered him a saint, either. And I still don’t know what their plan is for when Benedict dies, btw.
- Ratzinger was an astonishingly superficial man in his way of seeing the Pontificate. It is now more clear why he got rid of it. A Pope who thinks that being able to fly to Brazil belongs to being Pope should be invited to resign anyway.
A tragic figure. A man who could have done so much, and has ended up doing worse and worse. A man, as it appears clear now, able to equate the Papacy with the ability of clowning around.
What a sad, tragic figure.
The first part of this embarrassed analysis is here.
The horror shows continues:
The moment he was elected I felt, as many others did, a spontaneous sense of gratitude towards Providence. After two Pontiffs from Central Europe, the Lord set his eyes as it were on the universal Church and invited us towards a broader, more Catholic communion.
The “spontaneous sense of gratitude” wasn’t shared by many. The man does not say a word indicating he knew Bergoglio before. It appears to him he was a perfect nobody, known mainly for coming from Argentina. But in the age of Francis a Pope Emeritus is probably expected to say how delighted he is that a flaming heretic was made Pope.
Note, here, that at this point Benedict starts a long encomium of Francis as a nice guy, and does not spend a word about his Pontificate. Methinks, our Ratzi doesn’t think Bergo a great blessing after all. But hey, he will tow the line anyway. That’s what yes-men are for.
Let me now come to the unavoidable reaction of the pro-Ratzingerian conservatives to this, well, downfall.
Unable to see reality for what it is, they will claim one or more of the following:
- The Pontiff Emeritus has not pronounced the words.
- The Pontiff Emeritus never gave the interview
- The Pontiff Emeritus knows nothing about the book.
- The Pontiff Emeritus has been told not to buy “La Repubblica”, because it’s a bad, bad newspaper beloved by his successor.
- The Pontiff Emeritus was in the bathroom when the words were added to the minutes.
- The Pontiff Emeritus has been threatened with, oh I don’t know, being left without the piano if he says those were not his words.
- The Pontiff Emeritus is tied in the basement of Castel Gandolfo
- The Pontiff Emeritus has died years ago. A Duracell-battery-powered mechanical bunny has taken his place since.
- The Pontiff Emeritus is playing a very refined game: around 2026 he will come out and say it was all a joke, and everyone will recognise his genius and great political and spiritual game.
You see, there is a problem with all this: the man has not denied the words. Therefore, he owns them. That’s it [and no, you don’t think he is tied in the basement of Castel Gandolfo, either].
We must treat responsible adults like responsible adults. Ratzinger can dictate interview-books. Therefore, he can answer for what is in them. That he really pronounced those literal words is very hard to believe. That he is OK with having them attributed to himself is obvious. As they say, scripta manent.
The man has nowhere to hide. He is clearly practising mini-me Francis. Can’t imagine it’s because of personal vanity. I think it’s for love of being aligned with the Obrigkeit, and because of the fear of being seen as the difficult one, the party pooper, the “rebel”, the one that does not play for the team. Jesus’ team is irrelevant, of course. What count is to be on the side of the (earthly) authority.
Depressing, I know.
But so freakin’ German.
As of today, I have two twitter accounts (assuming such a thing is allowed in the first place. However, I was not stopped from doing it): @mundabor (the old one, I can’t retrieve the password anymore) and @RealMundabor (the new one, for which I still remember the password because I have set it up just now).
The old account will remain in place, and it will continue to (again, as long as I am allowed to) automatically post all my blog posts. However, there is no chance (unless I should remember the password by some miracle) that I will ever post a tweet on the old account again, whilst I might do it on the new one.
I suggest everyone who is interested to follow my new account, @RealMundabor together with, or instead of, the old one. The way I understand these things, WordPress should now publish every post of mine on both accounts. However, the new account will allow me to follow new people (e.g. The Donald) and add new news outlets (e.g. the excellent @GuidoFawkes). I might post some tweets now and then, but I must say after trying I am not a great fan of the format, which encourages short-term emotional bickering and wastes time I can better employ writing for the blog.
Let’s hope it works.
Apologies for the short disruption. Catholic service will be resumed shortly.