The Evil Clown has now promoted the notorious Tymothy Radcliffe to Consultor to the Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace.
It seems justice and peace are always the first preoccupation of perverts. Methinks, they need to feel “good” because they know very well how rotten they are.
This is a Papal appointment. It comes from the man himself. Radcliffe is too well-known, and far too outspoken in favour of sodomy, for anyone entertaining the silly idea that Francis might appoint him to such a position without fully knowing that in so doing he will promote the agenda of the sodomites.
It angers one enough that Francis should be so openly, how should I put it, gay. What angers one even more are those Catholics who keep writing nonsense like “I want to think he was not informed”. I do not doubt the very same people, on knowing Francis has been surprised in the midst of a sodomitical act, would comment “I want to think he did not know that was a man's backside”.
Open your big, blue eyes and realise that Francis is the enemy of Christ, the enemy of the Church, and your own personal enemy. He hates the Church and all it represents. He will wreak as much havoc as he can without risking being kicked out, or having his pontificate sink in a sea of accusations of heresy.
He hates us. He hates all of us. He hates all that we are.
He is on the side of the sodomites, the communists, the environ-mentalists. If you are an enemy of the West, Francis is your friend. If you hate Christian morality, Francis will do whatever he can to help you. It can be that Francis is not homosexual – something I personally find more and more difficult to believe -, but if this is the case, it goes to simply prove the point that he supports sodomites exactly because the Church condemns it.
Acts speak. Appointments count. It is utterly senseless to think these appointments have no meaning and no relevance. Even if Radcliffe were never to act once in his new position, not even ever to utter another word in public, his appointment to the Pontifical Council would still validate his perverted opinions – and, I bet my pint, mind and life – and further sabotage Catholicism.
Please do not say with this appointment Francis “confuses the Catholics”. He is not confusing in the least. He is very, very clear! Francis is at war with the Church, and his campaign will only stop where he fears destruction for himself or for his pontificate.
It pains me to say so, but at this point I think he got his calculations pretty right. Those who still did not get it after more than two years will probably – short of extreme acts like the proclamation of a false dogma, or the like – never get it. Francis will, therefore, continue to sabotage Catholicism through appointments, off-the-cuff speeches and any other way reasonably at his disposal, knowing that provided he avoids the very worst there will never be shortage of nincompoops ready to swallow all the excrements he dishes to them, and say they want to believe the Holy Father thinks it's chocolate.
They can eat Francis' excrements all they want. They will, one day, have to explain why they did so, and why they swallowed all of it so eagerly with nothing more than the most polite reservations.
We must call a spade a spade.
And I tell you: Francis is on the side of the Sodomites, and He wants to pervert your mind just as he has perverted his own.
Rorate Caeli has an interesting compilation of sayings of Dominicans of all ages.
You might notice, how should I say it, a certain discrepancy between the traditional lines of Dominican preaching and a more, erm, progressive attitude present in the modern days.
Like the Church in France (I have written about it today) the Dominicans are apparently marching toward extinction; and like the Church in France, they appear to have a nucleus of duri e puri intentioned to do things properly and ensuring the survival of their organisation.
By the grace of God, Radcliffe is not the Master anymore. Still, he appears to be in good standing, continuing to give scandal wherever he goes.
I think it is important the Dominicans free themselves from the cancer represented by Radcliffe and those like him. If you want your renewal to be credible, you must show it by enforcing inside that orthodoxy you want to be made credible outside.
The Dominicans are certainly in better shape than, say, Franciscans or Jesuits, for which – particularly for the second – the disease seems now so advanced, and the desire to heal so absent, that one can only hope when they have died the memory of their last half century is erased as fast as possible, and only the glories of the past remembered.
Still, it seems to me they have a lot of work to do.