Meet Cowardinal Eijk
It seems to me that a new breed of cardinal is being bred.
The new type of cardinal is blind, deaf and, alas, not really perceptive.
Cardinal Eijk (this is one of the thirteen and of the eleven; those Cardinals who sign letters and write books, but are nowhere to be found when real action is needed) evidently lives on Planet Three Monkeys, as he asked Francis – without, apparently, any intention to be funny – to clarify ambiguous statements in Amoris Laetitia.
The mind boggles: it is as if anyone asked Henry VIII how his beheading of Fischer and Moore has to be interpreted, because it send ambiguous signals, you know.
The strategy seems to be to pretend that one does not see reality, and hope that the faithful buy it.
Well, I don't buy it. Cowardinal Eijk is another one who is trying not to do his job.
His job is to wake up already, denounce Amoris Laetitua as heretical, and demand that Pope Francis recants or is faced with the call for an extraordinary council to put him under trial.
Everything else is of the devil.
Including this utterly ridiculous pretending that one does not understand what Pope Francis means, after an apostolic exhortation, countless public utterances, a letter to bishops and a publication of the same letter in the Acta Apostolicae Sedis so that the dumbest Cowardinal gets what is expected of him.
Enough with these pathetic hypocrites. Be a Cardinal already or resign and go back to be a priest in your parish.