The other day there was a particularly tasteless and mendacious article in the Washington Times (I thought better of them) entitled “Is ‘bad Catholic’ the new Catholic?” written by Nicole Pandolfo.
This piece is so bad that she does not deserve a pass.
Let’s have a look at a few points.
“I am, no doubt, at the top of the papal naughty list. But what would Jesus say? While I’m no saint, I’m certainly not the worst of the sinners. I try to be kind and generous to others, give to the poor, be accepting of my fellowman, fight for what I believe to be good, and generally do unto others as I would have done unto me, which explains the progressive viewpoints I listed above. If Jesus could speak for himself, he might just say us “Bad Catholics,” are doing something right.”
In early Christianity pagans made the same arguments as this woman. They were basically good to their neighbor (though in favor of infanticide). They gave to the poor (when they were wealthy). They fought for what they believed was good. But they didn’t call themselves Christians and didn’t want to be.
“Sure, all those years of CCD taught me to obsess over guilty feelings, but it also taught me to love thy neighbor and help those many less fortunate than myself in any way I could.”
Are you kidding me? Where was that CCD class? I ‘d like to send the teachers an award.
Is there anyone who believes a word of this woman’s tripe? In the last 30-40 years NO ONE who has done CCD was “taught to obsess over guilty feelings.” That era ended long before this young woman was born.
This thing about Catholic guilt is a “locus communis” (for Nicole that’s a “cliché”). It hasn’t been true in anything like the last 40 years, especially not in these USA. Anti-Catholic catholic writers revert to this “Catholic guilt” line when they are pouring out their anti-Catholic feelings in articles like this one.
They wouldn’t know Catholic guilt if it bit them in the … ankle.
“It’s not easy being religious in a city like New York, where ashes on my forehead at lent elicits the type of gawking one would expect if I had excrement smeared across my face.”
Like she went to Mass on Ash Wednesday. Surrrrre she did. And from what I know about NYC, seeing the ash Cross on people’s foreheads wouldn’t elicit even a second glance.
Finally, juxtapose these two statements in her piece:
“My mother raised me as a single parent, and in my writing both for the stage and page I’ve exploited my past sexual experiences for artistic purposes.”
“Visitors to my apartment see several art pieces relating to Our Lady of Guadalupe and a crucifix nailed firmly above my bed.”