The Vulgarity Of Failure

Who is that little guy, Comrade?

 

 

And it came to pass that the Evil Clown married a couple on the airplane, between the safety announcements and a snack, to the delight of those idiots for whom a marriage is something that is better if it unusual, or “fun”, or in any way different.

The spouses were concubines, and at this point I wonder whether Francis would, if asked, refuse to marry any couple that are not already living in mortal sin. Obviously, there is no mention of the two showing any kind of contrition for their public scandal, much less living at separate adresses in preparation for their holy sacrament.

With Francis everything is like this: sacraments must be banalised, downplayed or outright attacked. Let's marry the concubines in the airplane; it is “fun” and it will make a couple of headlines!

Poor deluded ass. Poor arrogant boor. Poor, stupid chav* in white.

It is embarrassing even to us to see the man sink in a small, dirty puddle of indifference, ignored by the masses whose approval he so vainly seeks as he gets slapped in the face by newspapers thrown at him by, hopefully, faithful Catholics.

This man must be ridiculed and demolished in his reputation, if any left, without any mercy, and no matter how cringeworthy his pathetic search for attention becomes. He has deserves nothing but contempt. He deserves to have coins thrown on his coffin, the ultimate insult Italians reserve for corrupt politicians who have kicked the bucket.

The more shameful the descent into oblivion of this disgusting man becomes, the better the chance that, by God's grace, the Cardinals will give us some half decent Pope at the next attempt.

M

* 'Council House And Violent' . The magic of politically incorrect British English…