How The Times Have Changed!
Two days ago I wrote a blog post stating, without any evocation, that I wish to see Francis dead in 2018. Resigned if needs be. But ideally, dead. Not – it is worth repeating this – because of personal animosity against the man, but because of the evil he is inflicting on the Bride of Christ, and the sustained spitting in the face of the Bridegroom his papacy daily represents.
Only two years ago, such a post would have been followed by a handful of angry comments about my lack of charity, the sweet Peter on earth and such like rubbish. Mind, I would have deleted the comments, but they would have been there in the first place.
This time, nothing. After two full days.
Your humble correspondent draws from this the rather linear conclusion that this papacy has now become such an obvious disgrace, such a permanent threat to Catholic orthodoxy, that the number of those who recoil at the idea of wishing the death of the Evil Clown is dwindling rapidly as his work of destruction becomes evident to the most obdurate Pollyannas around.
By the by, I also notice that for months now I do not recall receiving one single comment stating that Francis is well-intentioned but badly advised, or surrounded by wolves, or suck like nonsense.
This Pope is so stupid, and at the same time such an enemy of the Church, that he is possibly unwilling to see that he has gone too far, and made his relentless attacks on Catholicism so transparent, so evident as to deny their very aim: the deception of the faithful.
Still, the dumbass is so stubborn, and so childish, that he cannot refrain from his constant heretical propaganda. He truly seems a child continuing his tantrums out of sheer spite, and to show to himself that he can (he has, in fact, very weak parents; or bishops as the case may be).
When there is nothing to keep a spoiled brat in check there will be a lot of noise, confusion, and broken toys. But every protestation of the parents notwithstanding – that the child is merely “vivacious”, or “strong-willed” – everyone around clearly understands that this is a spoiled brat, and a stupid child, not kept in check by his weak, disgraceful parents.
Let me say it once again: this man has gone so far in his War on Catholicism that I am rather ready to run the risk of a Tagle or Schoenborn becoming Pope than having this old, lewd ass further defacing Holy Mother Church.
I seem to remember that Winston Churchill once made a joke to friend, at a funeral, reflecting that it is never those whom we wish dead who die.
But then again, at times he must have had his wish, must he not?