Category Archives: Bad Shepherds
I am reflecting on the process by which a Protestant outfit dies, and even the Only Church is severely damaged. Today, on Maundy Thursday, we will see this process at work everywhere.
First is the Fear of the Lord. People are scared of hell, and behave accordingly. They might do so according to a wrong set of rules, and be more or less culpable for it; but the Fear of the Lord is there. This is, for example, the Church of England of Jane Austin's days.
At some point the fear of the Lord goes out of the window; but the buildings, the ministers, the entire apparatus remains. At this point hell isn't part of the conversation anymore. Once hell is not feared, being good is not anymore obedience to God, but a sugary feeling of being good because one is so beautiful. The Church of England becomes the Church of Social Justice or, more broadly, the Church of Feeling Beautiful.
This is a slippery slope, though, and this desire of feeling beautiful will, after a while, not tolerate any encumbrance or obstacle. Why would one, say, condemn perversion? Because a) it's disgusting to God and b) it's disgusting to us. But once the fear of the Lord is gone a) is out of the window, and once feeling beautiful is the moral imperative this will require willingly ignoring the disgust for perversion, covering its stench with a bigger dose of the new parfume, “Tolerance No 5”. In time, the parfume will be used in such doses that perversion will be forgotten altogether, helped by a new vocabulary (“gay”) and a new moral code (“inclusion”).
At this point even the Church of Social Justice is clearly obsolete, and the Church of Feeling Beautiful has taken over. Every mention of God is now either avoided, or inserted into a completely deformed, actually perverted context: God is now the Great Master Parfumier In The Sky, who encourages and inspires us to choke more and more in the pungent smell of Tolerance No 5, so that we may lose every conscience of the stink surrounding us.
This is now a process common to both the false churches and the Only One. Francis and a good part of the hierarchy openly peddle Tolerance No 5 to the masses exactly as an homosexual Anglican wannabe priest would. The Barque of Peter is completed invaded by it. I smell the stink as I write this, and I know that this evening the Evil Clown will go around spreading it with a huge vaporiser, his message amplified worldwide by willing and interested (though less and less so) media.
Tolerance No 5 has already factually destroyed a lot of Protestant outfits, and has reduced the so-called Church of England in such a state that if the PM were to order, today, to just shut it down few people would notice, even fewer would complain, and after three weeks the matter would be forgotten altogether.
Tolerance No 5 will, however, never destroy the Only Church. It will damage it, sure. It might wipe it out of entire Continents, certainly. But it will never destroy it, because a good Lord has decreed that this will never happen.
We prepare ourselves for the next spraying of the sugary, disgusting fragrance, do our work everyday, and wait for the time when fresh air will enter the door of the Only Church again.
The Evil Clown has now publicly praised the two FrancisBishops of Malta for releasing their notorious guidelines on sacrilegious communion.
We keep notice the same tactics here: one hushed word to the Chilean Bishop in private and a praise of the Maltese bishop in public. No answer from him to the Dubia, but the head of the CDF stating that no answer is due. Deception, confusion, hypocrisy on steroids below which is, as every intelligent mind understands, a deep desire to destroy everything Catholicism has always represented.
It astonishes me that some people keep calling this a clever master plan. It isn't. It is the stupid behaviour of a very stupid man. It is as predictable and as easy to see through as the excuse of the child found with his hands in the cookie jar. In a sane world it would not work for more than a quarter of an hour.
The reason why Francis is getting his way is not a supposed clever mind. It is the astonishing cowardice of bishops and cardinals who very well see what the man is doing and prefer to shut up in front of such an open attack to everything that is Catholic.
Francis' papacy has exposed not only the inevitable consequence of the V II nonsense. It has also exposed the astonishing weakness of the Church hierarchy, whose several thousand bishops are unable to muster any meaningful resistance to a man who would make Luther – and certainly makes Satan – proud.
It is very clear now that the once so strong Catholic hierarchy, influential and feared by local politicians almost everywhere, has been hollowed from the inside for more than fifty years; leaving little more than a skeleton, a fragile house of card unable to withstand even the open, public proclamation of heresy and praise of sacrilege from her very top. Whilst the Church is and remain indefectible and it will never be wiped out of the earth, this is a barque that is now rotten in every plank, and keeps floating only because of Divine assistance.
In the battle between stupidity and cowardice, the evident stupidity of Francis is being clearly surpassed by the astonishing stupidity of our shepherds.
May they get, all of them, the treatment they have deserved when they die.
It pains me to read around of the devastation that Francis is causing, and of the feeling some have that all is useless because Amoris Laetitia will inevitably metastasise (I agree with that, though) and we have already entered an age of unprecedented confusion and de facto schism from inside the Church.
Whenever such thoughts assault me, I reflect on the following:
- The Church is not a photography of those alive in 2017. It is a community of believers spanning 2000 years. Francis and his ilk are not even on the radar screen. You are not only right, but you are with the vast majority.
- If you think these times apocalyptic, you need to read history more. We live in a time of unprecedented peace and wealth, which inter alia means that you can comfortably access two thousand years of Catholic wisdom and digest them from the comfort of your couch. Francis is absolutely powerless against Truth so easily accessed. Never has it been so comfortable to work on your salvation. Francis cannot deceive anyone. He will merely provide an excuse to those who want to be deceived. If you told me that you would prefer to live in the time of the Black Plague but with an orthodox Pope I would not believe you. Actually, I would consider you an armchair warrior with a great penchant for whining from a very high level of comfort, and not knowing what he is talking about.
- Yes, the devil is tempting you. He always does. One generation is tempted to lose the faith because of a huge pestilence; another because of so many young men who died in the trenches; a third one because of an open schism with two or three pretenders to the papal throne; and a fourth one, because an Evil Clown is the Pope. The devil's ways are different. The intention is always the same, and is the real unchangeable story in the history of humanity. Nihil sub sole novi.
The Lord in His Goodness has decreed that our generation should be punished with the metastasis of the cancer of V II. We endure the chemo without questioning His wisdom. We submit to His will and make the best of the time given to us. We know this for an absolute certainty: that the means of salvation are given to everyone of us irrespective of how disgraceful Francis or any of his successors may become.
You don't need a Catholic Pope to save your soul. You don't even need the approval of the astonishingly tiny minority – compared with 2000 years of Catholic Church – of 2017 FrancisCatholics. You are not alone. Actually, almost everyone – and absolutely every single one who was right these last twenty Centuries – is on your side.
Francis is a cancer, but neither the Church nor your faith can die of it. Sixty-five generations of Catholics in heaven look at you and approve.
What do you care about Francis' insults.
[EDIT: APRIL FOOL’S DAY/ APRIL’S FISH!!!]
When, yesterday, the news broke that Archbishop Paglia has officially “outed” himself as a homo, no one was really surprised. Like “Tucho” Fernandez and James Martin, Archbishop Paglia reeks of sexual perversion like Francis reeks of heresy. Paglia is also behind the clearly “homoerotic” church painting he himself commissioned; a work from a fag painter who found the way to introduce, with Paglia’s consent, several obvious references to homosexuality. In addition (and I quote)
Under the supervision of Paglia, [the fag artist] painted the bishop himself in one of the “erotic” nets, semi-nude and clutching a bearded man wearing nothing but a loose loincloth.
The Archbishop’s announcement is therefore no news for everyone who has eyes to see and a brain to think, and is not trying to die of Extreme Pollyanning.
However, the sudden announcement of the Archbishop that not only he is a homo, but in a relationship with a cook of the papal kitchen makes the situation even more scandalous – I would say, with Sir Humphrey, scandalous in an “officially official” way -.
Priests are not allowed to be homos. Much less are they allowed to be practicing sodomites. What is Francis going to do now?
Is He going to simply ignore the scandal like he has been ignoring his living under the very roof administered by Monsignor Ricca?
Knowing Francis, I will not hold my breath. But if Francis does not act soon this will be another unprecedented step in the continuing decay of the Church under the reign of the Evil Clown.
The anonymous, apparently well-informed blog of Fra’ Cristoforo has published a post announcing Francis’ intention to allow – as a general praxis rather than the exception as it is traditional in the Roman Rite – married men to become priests.
This document, says Fra’ Cristoforo, will be not an encyclical, but a pastoral letter. The application of the rule will be universal. The document will be released before the end of Autumn. I don’t need to tell you that whilst, in a way, strictly a matter of discipline, priest celibacy has in the West such a strong tradition that for most Westerners it is difficult to even imagine a Catholic Church made of married priests as the usual case. I have also read that in many quarters the tradition of priest celibacy is deemed so hallowed by time that it should be considered an unofficial matter of doctrine, a factually untouchable mainstay of the Church in the West. There is no doubt that the news would be historic, and the disruption in the Barque of Peter huge. I will rant against this plan as time allows, which is: not today.
I report this as a humble blogger, because I think it is important enough to be mentioned. I also believe in the good faith of Fra’ Cristoforo.
What I am less convinced of – but ready to change my mind – is the actual truthfulness of his sources. Sources which might, in fact, be using him to promote a “Fake News” narrative and try to discredit the Traditionalist, anti-Francis movement. Which would be a stupid thing to do, but then again many liberal priests, Bishops and Cardinals are stupid.
I published some time ago another explosive revelation of Fra’ Cristoforo, concerning Benedict’s abdication. In it, Fra’ Cristoforo states:
“[…]tra un mese Anonimidellacroce sarà in grado di pubblicare il contenuto della lettera fatidica che Benedetto ricevette prima di decidere di dimettersi”.
“In a month, AnonymousoftheCross will be able to publish the content of the fateful letter Benedict received before deciding to resign”
It is fairly obvious to your humble correspondent that Fra’ Cristoforo does not have the material, but was promised it would be delivered to him.
Well, this is a very simple matter then. Either this famous letter is released and authentic, or it is not released or not authentic. I will personally await for the event (scheduled during Holy week if we take Fra’ Cristoforo literally, though we might give him some slack in the form of a week or two) in order to see how truthful these revelations are.
Again, it’s not that I doubt the personal integrity of the man. I doubt the personal integrity of those who feed him the “scoops”.
As I wait for the Holy Week, I allow myself a last, small reflection: Francis is such a plague that there is no rumor, no matter how savage, that would be dismissed out of hand as not realistic because obviously un-Catholic. Actually, the contrary is the case: the most unCatholic the plan, the more reliable appears the rumor.
And there can be no doubt that this idea of married priests as the usual way is, doctrine or no doctrine, as unCatholic as they come.
Courtesy of Vox Cantoris, this appalling video of a clearly homosexual priest “dancing” in the church as he goes around caressing people (a lot of them, men). The thing is so revolting I could not stand it to the end, but I still want this horror to be posted on my blog as a further testimony against this damn faggot, and his enablers, the day he dies.
The stink of reprobation is so strong one can not even stand the spectacle. The church itself is so deprived of Catholic ornaments you would think it is a Methodist prayer hall. The stupid people applaud at the end.
No one slaps the fag in the face, either, as he approaches to “caress” him; another clear sign the public of this shameful “spectacle” was carefully selected among a collection of unrepentant fornicators, adulterers, perverts, and their “supportive” relatives.
Dies irae, dies illa. One must be really stupid to think that God: a) exists, and b) will not punish everyone of the present in the harshest way. These people have made an alternative religion for themselves. They must like Francis a lot. Methinks, they will keep him company one day.
Oh, I almost forgot.
Dear Lord, when the time comes please, in your charity, be particularly harsh with the sisters, who have chosen to wear their habit in a particularly despicable act of deception.
This one here was on the twitter account of Canon 212.
You will forgive this native Italian for not understanding exactly what the Cardinal says, but what I could acoustically get is this:
- If there is no response the Cardinals will “correct the situation”, in a “respectful way”.
- they will, in this case, “draw the response to the question from the constant teaching of the Church”
This means, to put it plainly, that there will be no correction.
What there will be is only a sort or reminder, or integration. Something every Bishop can do every day. “The Pope has not answered the Dubia, so we will do it for him”. No demand that the Pope speaks himself. No ultimatums. No warning that the Pope is, by refusing to answer the Dubia, promoting heresy. Merely a faint meowing.
This will open the floodgates for more heresies and more perverted encyclicals letters, in which Francis implies all sorts of abominations and shuts up when asked to correct them. After which, a handful of kitten will tell us what we already know without the slightest need for them to remind us of the obvious. In the meantime, the heretical Pope will go on spreading heresies, and these people will seriously try to make us believe that they have fulfilled their duty.
Mind, it might come out differently in the end. It might be that the Cardinal does not want to show his hand right now.
However, if this were to be the situation it seems to me that Fra’ Cristoforo is absolutely right: no correction at all; with the addition of some blabla so that the Cardinals may try to save face.
These here are supposed to be Princes of the Church. In what miserable state we are.
How I love those pictures that say everything without a single word!
Shabby Pope is here pictured in the act of going out of a Porta Potty in Milan, whilst the present (including, no doubt, professional photographers) are snapping like there is no tomorrow.
This would make for a couple of nice headlines: “Porta Pope”, “The Humble Shitter” and “Pope Humbly Piddles In Front Of Cameras” come to mind.
After which, the Humble Shitter was flown back to his entire floor of a quite nice Hotel.
The hypocrisy is so strong in this one that he does not see the contradiction between these empty gestures of “humbleness” and his splendid life.
Almost as strong as the hypocrisy is the vanity: the old lewd man is so eager to make a headline that he does not hesitate to literally piddle (or faking a piddle) in front of the cameras. This abnormal vanity and desire to attract attention and approval is, by the way, a well-known mark of homosexuals, which is why so many of them become actors and politicians.
Francis is both. And a clown to boot.
Shit well, Evil Clown.
You will have your reward.
In the Age of the Kitten Cardinal you really don’t know whom to turn to. There is one (Scola), who would have been considered a more than passable choice (as V II Cardinals go) in 2013. Well, not really.
Cardinal kitten is now on record with saying that Francis was a salutary blow to the stomach for the Church.
Words fail. The sycophancy is mind blowing.This is one who missed the train in 2013 and is now ready to do absolutely everything in order not to miss the next one. Prompt comes the reassurance to the ever growing ranks of the FrancisCardinals: “Pick me, gentlemen. I am innocuous, reassuringly middle-of-the-way, and will lick every boot there is to lick to become Pope”.
I fear for the old bastard that his train has left the platform for good. Francis will polarise the ranks of the Cardinals, and at the end of the exercise there will be no place for middle-of-the-road boot lickers. More likely, it will be either another FrancisCardinal (Tagle, Schoenborn, Maradiaga) or the result of a silent Revolt of the Kitten, a man considered “conservative” in V II circles: one like Piacenza, or Pell, or Mueller.
Poor Cardinal Scola. All that licking utterly in vain…
When Francis kicks the bucket, the Church will wake up with a huge hangover. The Cardinals will then have to choose between sobriety and alcoholism. I very much doubt they will pick a vocal vodka fan.
It’s Spring, and this year it is a somewhat different Spring.
After four years of devastation, in the next months things might come to a head. This year we might finally have meowing Cardinal kitten, or even – if we are extremely lucky and the Lord assists us – the one or other kitten producing himself in somewhat vaguely resembling a roar. Come on, it’s Spring! Let me daydream a bit…
Getting a bit of distance from the daily business, however, we can see this: kitten or no kitten, this Papacy is unraveling like the South American corrupt, incompetent, boorish, actually stupid dictatorship that it is. This is clear enough with or without meowing kitten.
The Cardinals may speak, or more probably won’t. The devastation may continue, or not. The next Pope could a tragedy like Tagle or someone more Conservative like Piacenza, probably among the best or least worst this corrupt generation can produce; but one fact is clear: real Catholics aren’t buying Francis fake currency.
It is Spring. Leave aside the cares of the day and reflect that no amount of sexual perversion or demonic subversion can stop the sun, the seasons, or the Truth.
Let me start with a preliminary consideration: I find it very good, and very Catholic, to appropriate ourselves of Protestant music for our Catholic purposes. In past centuries – far more orthodox than this one – good souls had no hesitation in using the wonderful work of, say, Bach and Buxtehude for our beautiful liturgy. This was also easier, as in those times Protestant liturgies were much more similar to the Catholic one than today. The praxis was also reciprocated (understandably, from their perspective) by the Proddies, which led to the very famous episode of Allegri’s Miserere, a composition of such supernatural beauty that the commissioners decided that it should never fall in Protestant hands.
However, the principle remains: take the beauty produced by heretics and use it ad maiorem Dei gloriam instead. I will go so far as to say that I wish this effort were made today with the same zeal, adapting the words were necessary – and always reading the words in the Catholic sense – but importing the vast patrimony of beautiful Protestant music in our own Catholic world.
This is all good, provided we do what no child of ten would do: confuse the liturgies. This would be extremely bad even if made in ignorance, but it becomes positively satanical if made with the obvious, stated intent of downplaying the One True Church and put it beside any old Proddie wannabe “church”, as if they were merely two varieties of ice cream.
What has happened in St Peter is an abomination difficult to describe with words. I do not doubt that the music was wonderful, but this is exactly not the point. The point is that the lure of the beautiful music – beautiful music which should be “annexed” by the Catholic Church, and used to extol Her glory after the necessary adjustments – was used to allow a protestant mock liturgy to happen within the very sacred wall of the most representative Church in Catholicism: complete with mock priests, mock costumes, mock blessings, and the like.
The only adjective that comes to mind is: satanical. Only Satan can be behind such a grotesque insult to the Catholic Church, perpetrated by Pope and Cardinals and publicly executed in the presence of two of the latter. A sacrilege beyond words, perpetrated with the blessing, and in the presence, of what goes today for Princes of the Church.
Mr Ferrara has said it so well that there would be no need to add more words; but as I write this blog also in order for it to speak on my behalf in my last hour, I wanted to have my inadequate considerations added to the pages of this little effort. When Francis’ offences and abominations go beyond what can be said with words, it is fitting that outrage be expressed by as many people as possible, irrespective of their ability to convey the extent of the sacrilege.
What Francis and his minions are doing goes beyond the scale of the imaginable only a few decades ago. It is astonishing to see this old man throw away the mask and openly, publicly, almost daily proclaim an alternative religion even as he insults and berates those who prefer to follow the old (and only) one. I can easily imagine the man putting a Buddha statue, Assisi-style, on the main altar of Saint Peter himself, and boast of the feat whilst his Cardinals blather about “tearing down walls”.
We have come to this point. I can’t imagine the situation will improve as long as Francis is Pope. Actually, my impression is that his attack to everything that is Catholic will get more and more aggressive, defying imagination again and again. We are living astonishing times.
Is the Pope Catholic?
In name and official function only. In reality, he is a dyed-in-the-wool enemy of the Church.
Pray that 2017 is the year that rids us of this scourge. We don’t know what will come afterwards, but at least we will have a shot at some sort of improvement.
As we all know, everyone can perform a baptism in case of emergency. As we also all know, the Church is already beset by the sad phenomenon of women in the sanctuary, uncaring of what St Paul said about how they have to behave in the church.
If Fra’ Cristoforo is right, the Vatican is planning something of the sort with the future female “Deaconesses”. Basically, this would be what the Germans call “Etikettenschwindel” (a fraud based on false labelling): the “Deaconette” would have nowhere near (as it is unavoidable) Holy Orders, nor would she have any of the privileges and faculties linked exclusively to those. However, you can bet that this fundamental difference will be more or less lost – or at least willfully ignored – by the ignorant and the dumb out there, who would end up perceiving the Deaconette for what she is not, and she will never be: a sort of deacon in petticoat. Also, you can be sure FrancisPriests will do all they can to carve for their “Deaconettes” as broad a role as possible, possibly hoping said “deaconettes” do not notice the way they look at young boys. Sudeenly, the priest will be too busy with his social work to find the time to baptise. But don’t worry, “Deacon Fatty” will be there for you.
If the Church becomes as stupid as this, one wonders what prevents Pope Francis II Tagle to do the same with the priesthood: creating “wymyn priests” who aren’t priests, but are called that way so that the faithful may be confused. At this point, the way for the Bishopess and the Papess, who would appear together with their “male counterparts” by all kind of ceremonies, would be wide open.
Let us pretend Francis had never been born, and we lived in an age of orthodox Popes. If we were having a conversation asking ourselves, in a pure hypothetical manner, what could a Pope do to undermine Catholicism without becoming officially heretical, this one with the fake deaconettes (to be followed by fake priestettes) would be very much at the top of the list, albeit it would – in an age of orthodox Popes – sound somewhere between absurd, impious and comical. This is exactly what this rapscallion is doing: undermining Catholicism in any way he can, without (at least in this case) touching the Sacrament of Holy Orders, but damaging it from the outside as much as he can.
This is how sad our times have become. I suggest you stop giving even one penny to your Novus Ordo parish (and direct it to other worthy Catholic institutions, like the SSPX) as soon as this one here with the “Deaconettes” comes out.
I doubt most “Deaconettes” will run the risk of dying of starvation anyway.
If you want evidence that Cardinals are not what they used to be, look at the photo above and the linked article from the Eponymous Flower, and reflect on the following:
- Cardinals used not to use the vulgar gesture the Cardinal uses in the photo; and yes, in Germany everyone understands the meaning. It is also very difficult to think that the Cardinal might have done it “by mistake”. Look at how his second finger is carefully held by his thumb.
- Cardinals used to know what they were talking about. A man so confused that he is able to state, in front of journalists, that he “thinks” that “unanimity prevailed” should take the habit of thinking twice before he speaks. It’s not so difficult to see whether a vote was unanimous or not. Plus, it is clearly a lie that it was.
- Cardinals used to be Catholic. This one here clearly isn’t. Beside the other lie (that AL would be in sync with the two Synods) it is just plain Protestant to say that if a document clearly states something at variance with what the Church has always believed, it is fine for any Catholic to believe the lie.
Cardinals are not as they used to be.
This one is, for sure, much nearer to Friedrich Engels than Jesus Christ.
Obeying all the commandments, all of them…’ Yes, it’s true, but this paralyzes you too, it makes you forget so many graces received, it takes away memory, it takes away hope, because it doesn’t allow you to go forward.
No, this is not “fake news”.
This is the possibly drunken, possibly drugged, but also very possibly possessed Evil Clown, reported verbatim using Vatican Radio as a source.
Seriously, people, I am fed up with this. Normally you shouldn’t question the profession of a Pope’s mother, but this is not a normal Pope, and I can’t avoid wondering how probable it is that the Lord would allow such a scourge to be born out of saintly, or even halfway good parents.
This is becoming so obvious, so embarrassing even for wannabe Catholics, so openly evil, that I don’t think there is an insult this man hasn’t merited.
This man worship sins. He must be so filthy inside that he cannot avoid proclaiming his perverted beliefs. His rambling, drunken rants go here and there without a sure purpose, until they land where the man always has them landing: countless variations of the leitmotiv of how sweet sin is, how useful being sinful is, how being a sinner makes you a better Christian, and all that rubbish he always seems to be revolving around.
Make no mistake, this is a serious hijo de puta. No, I mean a serious one. And it is really the time that we start crying it from every nook and cranny of the blogosphere, lest the simple and the idiots (who are many) may not be deceived by this bastard, or may be deceived only when they have made the conscious decision to do so.
This man should be targeted with foul tomatoes every time he dares to put his filthy mug out in St Peter’s square. He should be the daily object of derision, insult and mockery. He should be taken away from the sight of children. We are not even at Luther level here. We are slowly verging toward open Satanism, as this thinly veiled adoration of sinfulness clearly seems to indicate.
Francis’ words show once again to every thinking Catholic some elementary facts.
The first is that the offence to God caused by Vatican II is so great, that a devastating punishment is now being inflicted on all of us.
The second is that the Catholic feeling is now so dimmed, reduced to such a thin varnish under the omnipresent, all-powerful religion of niceness, that such words from a Pope cause nothing but polite disagreement and soft critical remarks (let me say it once again: this is one figlio di puttana. There. This is Catholicism for you. Extreme times require extreme measures).
The third is that the Lord is doing us, even as he punishes us as we have richly deserved, the great grace of putting us in front of such an obviously evil creature, that everyone who still has a shred of Catholicism in himself can see very clearly, through the white habit, the black soul of this deeply evil man. I think often with great horror what bigger punishment, and bigger danger, a more subtly evil Pope would have been. This idiot here wouldn’t cheat a well-instructed seven years old. This is a great grace.
Always remember: the battle is won already. Our Lady has already crushed Satan’s head. The final victory is ours already now, Francis or no Francis. But this does not mean we are justified in not fighting the battle, however assured the outcome. Join the fight, and spread among your fellow Catholics the news of an unhinged, satanical, utterly evil Pope who must be kept away from the sight of children.
Please, Lord, make him die. Make him die soon. Make him die before the utter devastation he is inflicting to the body of your Church is so bad that it needs decades and decades to be healed. Lead him – even him! – to heaven, allowing him the grace of final repentance, if this is Your will.
But in Your Mercy, please free us from this unhinged, utterly evil, satanical man.
Every day that God sends on Earth I am afraid of looking on Canon212 , fearing very much that Francis has made himself heard with another heretical, blasphemous, perverted, communist, or otherwise stupid initiative and/or statement. I am sure millions share my feelings, though only a tiny part of them visits the Catholic blogosphere regularly.
Like many of my readers, I ma of the opinion that whilst the absolute number of Catholics who read Catholic blogs is relatively small, the influence they have is huge.
Let us imagine that you are the usual Catholic; one, that is, with a thin varnish or Catholicism covered by a thick layer of ignorance, with on top of that the cherry of lazy disposition (the usual Catholic is generally Catholic enough to know, or at least sense, that if he were to deepen his knowledge of Catholicism some uncomfortable truths would be unearthed, which now lay comfortably hidden beneath the thick strata of ignorance). As you hear, here and there, about Francis’ “novelties” and “refreshing approach” to all matters Catholic you are curious, or vaguely disturbed, or outright uncomfortable, and go browsing on the Internet to know what is what. That’s where you find… us, the countless bloggers and commenters.
Suddenly you, usual Catholic of the garden variety (thin layer of doctrine buried under thick layer of ignorance) have no doubt anymore about what is what. A Pope despised and considered heretic by faithful, well- educated, well-instructed Catholics is what.
You may, being one of the garden variety, not really deepen the matter (see above: “uncomfortable truths”, of which you have already read enough in one internet seating to last you a long time). However, one thing you know: Francis is as much Catholic as Tony Blair is Labour. Yes, literally and legally a member of the group and (at the one or other time) its head; but certainly one who does not represent the grassroots and, in general, the very group he belongs to. Now, Garden Variety Catholic may dismiss the Labour grassroots without any trouble; but he has enough sensus catholicus to know that when countless faithful Catholics throw stones at the Pope, the face is irretrievably gone.
Francis, a man whose mother’s profession is more and more mysterious to me, senses this very well. Whilst certainly not a genius, he has enough brain to understand that this pesky Catholics are ruining his party. Instead of Johnny going away at the same time as Judy, he sees the Catholic public opinion (the serious one; the people the other listen to in order to decide what is what) has gone away with the faithful bloggers, and the only thing he can do is motivate a record number of Catholics to vote for Trump whilst even the effeminate Europe slowly but surely rejects – and despises – his socialist, globalist, anti-Catholic propaganda.
We are, literally, ruining his party, and even if Monsignor Ricca dances with him (which he might well do) he has no reason to smile; which is why he becomes more and more bitter, obnoxious, boorish, and outright despicable by the month. The dream of the historic papacy is gone. What remains now is a wrecking ball papacy, out of spite, arrogance, boorishness and utter and complete evil.
In the presence of astonishing cowardly bishops it is clear that Francis will not be challenged during his disgraceful papacy. He will go on wreaking havoc inside the Church like a Castro on steroids; but we will, at least, ruin his party, and deny to him credibility and dignity both in life and in history.
And as we are no cowardly “Knights” of Malta, or pussycat bishops, there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.