Faggopope Is Back To Normal

If you thought that Frankie The Fatso would have, with his recent remarks about frociaggine, the intention of defending sanity, you need to think again.

The man is now writing the preface of another book of that unspeakable queen, Father Georgina. I don’t know how many books Georgina has published, but I suspect he uses them to be introduced to young seminarians in need of “enlightenment”.

Some journalist will obviously say that this is Frankie’s attempt to rebuild “inclusiveness” credential after the frociaggine episode. I am not so sure this is the case.

In the case of Francis, two character traits must be always kept in mind: the first is that he wants to be popular, the second is that he wants to show you who is boss.

Francis likely uttered the faggotry comment because he felt like it, and wanted to show to the people present that he says what he wants, and they will have to shut up. When this backfired, he gave an easy apology, an easy thing to do for someone for whom words have no value, and carried on.

Now it’s business as usual, again. He will play inclusive every time he wants to play inclusive, he will insults his own faggots whenever he feels like it, he will do and say whatever he wants, whenever he wants, because this is the last joy that has remained to him in life.

It is not wise to try to extrapolate a logic, or a method, from a man clearly not very intelligent, and dominated by his pettiness and his childish desires. He will keep pursuing his “humble wheelchair pope” spiel whilst indulging in his every whim. He will, I think, keep protecting faggots until he dies, but he will likely also hate them, and love to lord over them.

This ego-driven capriciousness is, if you ask me – but I admit to not being an expert – typical of the man afflicted by, as he himself so beautifully said, frociaggine.

I think that, here, we have the same thing at work which Francis criticises. Minus the sodomy, possibly, though for this we would have to know more about Francis’ life.

Journalists try to interpret this or that interview, this or that action. There is nothing to interpret.

There is only an old man who thinks pretty much like a whining old queen.