Unbelievably Hilarious: Monthy Phyton-esque Francis Discovers His True Vocation

Outclassed by a hippo.

I try, at times, to be funny. I cannot claim to always succeed, but at least I make an effort, because I believe in that old saying, castigat ridendo mores.

I have discovered, today, that I have been outclassed. Blown out of the water. Absolutely destroyed.

Reading Francis The Faggoting Fatso talking about humility is, without doubt, a stroke of genius. We are, here, exploring new boundaries of comedy. This is history in the making.

It’s not that the words are wrong in themselves. Humility is essential for Christian Life. The absolutely life-changing irony is, however, the mouth out of which the words came!

It’s like watching a Monty Phyton video in which Stalin explores the advantages of gentleness, or extols dialogue as a way to solve controversies. Still, you could always, even in that case, say of Stalin that, at least, he isn’t Pope and, as a communist, he is not supposed to believe that Christ will judge him. Francis the Faggoting Fatso is pope, and is, in fact, supposed to believe that his role is to work for Christ instead of against Him.

The good news in all this hilarious train wreck is that the homily on humility concludes the cycle of catechesis about the Virtues, and at this point I am seriously tempted to read the other ones, just in order to see if I can laugh so hard. Not, again, because of what is written – if the homilies were not written by him, they might have something sensible in them – but because of the Monty Python-esque effect they have.

The guy might have wasted his real vocation, just as he pretended to have a fake one.

I laughed very hard. It was good for the soul.

I will, this evening, thank Francis for the great fun by asking God that he may cause him to die painlessly as soon as may be, ideally tonight.

You see, I still wish a Pope who isn’t good as comedian, but is good at Catholicism.