Make no mistake: the just announced Extraordinary Holy Year of Mercy will be a feast of heresy and sabotage of everything Catholic. A disgraceful Pope who is probably realising that he will not manage to get his lewd ways in October is preparing, in case he loses at the Synod, a typically Bergoglian petty revenge: the ceaseless trumpeting of an effeminate, wimpy God crying all the time that we do not realise how much he loves us, and from which every thought of justice and punishment for men's sin has been surgically removed. Unless you are a Catholic, of course; in which case you are dead inside, have no mercy, refuse God, & Co. All this, of course, ad maiorem Francisci gloriam.
This is a holy year created for an extremely unholy purpose: sabotage. Nothing good will come of it, at least in the intentions of his promoter.
I will dedicate the year to an insisted trumpeting of the Justice of God, and to an increased reminding of my readers of the realities of death and judgment, and of the hell that could follow them. A hell in complete contrast to this kind of wimpy teenager boy continuously sending flowers and love letters to the girl of his heart and basking for days in a little smile of his beloved; which is, in short, how Francis wants us to think of God.
Someone should explain to Francis the meaning of words like dies Irae, dies illa, or Rex tremendae majestatis; and then ask him whether he thinks they find any application outside of Mafiosi, child rapists, and observant Catholics.
This Unholy Year is another major campaign in Francis' war on Catholicism. It will be a simple counteroffensive if his army is defeated in October, and the total war if things go nuclear at the Synod.
One day, this man will get to know that God is both mercy and justice.
As things look now, I don't think he will like that day.