It’s Lent — the best time, clip-clops the cloven hoof, to go after the Church and her Pope (or Christ’s Vicar, as he is known to the true faithful).
The images are vivid, though the headlines lead in to fake news (or, hate crimes for real, as they have long been known to the true faithful).
There they are in Tuam, appearing to dig up the allegedly nearly 800 remains from the grounds of a care home for unwed mothers and their babies that operated between 1925 and 1961, based on some “suspicion.” Well, yes, it’s rather inconclusive just yet due to it also being the site of a workhouse’s mass grave for its starving famine-ers, and there was indeed a high mortality rate especially for children in Ireland due to 6 or 7 major infectious diseases raging (especially in close quarters) during those years, and yes, every child there had an official death certificate as well as noted baptism..
THERE WAS ONLY ONE GRAVE! And the good people of the World Church of Catholic Suspicion can NOW have some justice against those derrrrty filthy nuns who may’ve experimented upon fetuses/infants, who may’ve sold children to U.S. adopters, who may’ve purposely starved them to death while pocketing the 1 pound yearly that came to the home for the care of mothers, who may’ve dug out with a nail the gold teeth of every child.. well, who KNOWS what those evil women may’ve done!! (Or, anyone from any rag especially in England but anywhere, really, was and still IS allowed to weigh in as an authority against, not for!, Catholics/Catholicism.)
So, when our Religious weren’t overworking/killing them, our clergy were intimidating/raping them, just as the commenters would have it, yes? NO.
As for Francis, the imposter!!! (or, the Pope, as Pope emeritus Benedict knows him, and as the true faithful and Jesus and Mary know him, and as the Holy Spirit desired him), apparently has allowed a Lenten display of “bad” Crucifixion art in Rome. I’m not sure that anyone approached him on it, I’m pretty sure it’s the Curia’s or some prelature’s baby so that it’s not his to yes or no (least of all from THE chair), but that doesn’t matter!! It’s on HIS WATCH. So, it’s that damnable liberal Bergoglio’s fault. (Acid rain, too. It’s his fault, you’ll see. Also, his socks don’t always match — wait until the ultraconservatives get a hold of that! I am guessing at that, but it’s okay for you to believe it, because I, too, am allowed to weigh in.)
I’m not sure it’s bad art (I’ve seen it.) Even Isaiah whom we have quoted for 2000 years says the despised Man of Sorrows was unrecognizable as a human being on His cross, so badly was His entire body trashed.. after being abandoned by those who had Hosanna’d Him the week before. CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! It’s no wonder we can still hear it..
Worse, though, far worse — and, ahem, *journalists* have supplied a photo of a grim Francis solemnly ambulating in the midst of prelates (during some somber church-related gathering, I’d guess) — he has butted heads with the covered wagons of Rome who’d keep the Church closed to all sinners and pagans. Invitation, schminvitation! They, the ungodly faithless, want God on the chair of Peter and they will accept only a cold dead Pope in lieu of that. “There shall be NO warmth in the Church! You (other) libtards, did you think Jesus was about the warmth of God?? He was most wrathfully about YOU and YOUR sin KILLING Him in YOUR place– and don’t you forget it!! NoNoNo, the office of the Pontiff has nothing to do with people. Ugh!! Pastoral, schmashtoral!! We don’t need no stinkin’ pastor. We have jots and tittles to tote up, and we shall cling unto them and spit at this imposter!!”
And really, they don’t know. They know not what they do. And that’s the only way I can look at enemies of the church, be they without or within. They are blinded by the earthly prince of all unholy blinding, because it’s not just Jesus Who is his sworn enemy — it is us as well; everyone who consumes Christ’s Body and Blood especially, but so, too, all who bear the indelible Triune Cross on the forehead. Hell is sworn to undoing us, and, like a certain Twitterer, Hell doesn’t sleep.
But I do. The one-lunged but doubly-loving Fisherman has the helm of the Barque firmly in his grip, with the prayer of the living Pope Emeritus sighting the stars in the storms for him, as he and they and we all await the return of our Captain.
Aye, batten down the holy hatches; some wolves can swim.