The Creepy Smoke

And it came to pass that yours truly was inflicting a V II Mass on himself on Ash Wednesday, and the music was even more atrocious than usual: childish and effeminate at the same time. By the bye, no one “participated” in the singing, I think most offered their suffering to the Lord.

And then the thought striked me: what if these stupid Sixties songs had been childish and effeminate… for the specific reason of allowing the children to come near the priest, or the choir director? What if they had aimed at creating in young, but older boys a kind of sexual confusion, making them more vulnerable to predatory adults?

I know it sounds absurd, but these damn songs are so creepy and disturbing that such an intent cannot so easily be excluded, particularly as it become increasingly clearer how many homosexual people have gravitated around the Church in the last decades.

Am I being a tad paranoid? Maybe.

But at my age I begin to realise that when there is a creepy smoke, the perverted fire cannot be ruled out.

M