Meet The Superficial, Lazy, Slow-Witted God Of Cardinal Grech

Cardinal Grech can’t be far away

In a new, stunning demonstration of how un-Catholic a Cardinal can be, a chap going by the title of Cardinal Grech has stated that “female deacons” are a “natural deepening of the Lord’s will”.

Blimey.

We needed the genius of this Grech guy to finally realise, after 2000 years, that God is so superficial that He just couldn’t be bothered to have His Will made known to us through the Church that He funded, after even dying on the Cross for us.

We discover only now, entirely thanks to the superior intellect of this chappie, that God is lazy, waiting for him (the chappie) to do the job for Him. In fact, you can say that God has, according to this individual, waited two thousand years to finally start thinking seriously about the matter and decide that the matter must, after all, be “deepened”.

You need to understand here that Grech’s god is, well, only human. He has his own little naps (some 2000 years), and perhaps some little sexist prejudice; you know how that is, the environment and all that. But now, that this Grech type starts the “deepening”, he (the chappie’s god) reflects that yeah, that’s a “deepening”, isn’t it?

Well it’s either that, or this guy is just trampling on the teaching of the Church for his own, likely very disquieting purposes.

You see: if a Cardinal loses the faith, he is still supposed to remember what this faith says. It’s not that, upon becoming an atheist, he also develops a mental condition erasing Catholicism from his mind. If, however, a Cardinal (like this chappie here) goes on vomiting heresies, one must think that much more is at play, like the desire to please those who can either further his career (a conclave is approaching, and chappie realises this very much) or, perhaps, destroy it (you know what I mean here; of course you do).

Be that as it may, the place for this guy is a till in some supermarket, where he – after being defrocked – can employ his remaining years in a useful manner, deepening the concept of doing something productive instead of making the work of the devil.

The conclave is approaching.

All sorts of rats are trying to get on the ship.