Selling Out To The Wolves.
The figure of Pope Ratzinger is becoming more tragic by the month. A man obviously still in full possession of his mental faculties, this man has sold out to FrancisChurch is such an obvious, pathetic, abject way that it is impossible not to feel profound pity, mixed with justified disgust, at his behaviour.
He reminds me of the main character of Giorgio Bassani's novel, Gli Occhiali d'Oro, in which the poor (homosexual) man loses every dignity and reserve, and just abandons himself to his own depravity, not caring for what the world thinks. Benedict is doing exactly the same: in his old age, he is abandoning himself to a shameless orgy of Modernism; shamelessly exhibiting himself in boundless praises of the man he must know is causing faithful – if weak – Catholics the world over sentiments of confusion, desperation, loss of faith, utter disorientation.
The leaking of the famous letter with which Francis has all but proclaimed formal heresy (I will write about it in due time) came only days after the publication of Ratzinger's demeaning licking of Francis' (black) boots. I don't think it was a coincidence. I think when Ratzinger publicly went to bed with Satan, Francis or someone in his entourage decided to have his letter “leaked”.
The spectacle is terrifying. It's like seeing an old man, known all his life for proper behaviour, squandering all his patrimony in a brothel in his last months of life, for everyone to see, without caring of the consequences; nay, telling everyone how fresh and savoury the prostitutes are. With the difference that Benedict is even worse than such a man, his deception far more subtle and diabolical, the confusion he engenders among the faithful much more terrible.
Benedict has demeaned himself to Francis' MiniMe. He gives the impression of someone – like the old man in the brothel – who feels finally free to abandon himself to a behaviour for which he never had the courage before; someone simply giving himself up to Satan, and savouring the moment, and enjoying the excitement of it all.
The man has not been living on Mars since 2013. He has less excuses than Stalin. He has just given way to heretical tendencies that must have been deep for a long time, and have been kept in check by the Church he still had around him. Until, as for the old man in the brothel, the floodgate of decency finally gave way.
The only good aspect of this is that after the pathetic spectacle of an ex pope licking the boots of his successor, not many will want to follow his example. We have had enough of old idiots who resign because they can't be the star of a lurid pop fest. Actually, we have had enough of old idiots, full stop.
What a sad, tragic spectacle. What a cautionary tale. What a pathetic old sellout.
Pray for the old, wretched man.
Not only did he flee from the wolves.
He now longs to be one of them himself.