I point to today’s offering, however, not for the sake of its negative content about Francis, but because it has some really clever stuff in it, provided by Fr. Richard G. Cipolla (who has the courage to sign what he writes at Rorate).
This bit was particularly amusing. Context, during the pontificates of John Paul II and Benedict XVI, the liberal aging-hippies went to ground. With the election of Francis, they came out again (ehem… in more than one way). Thus, Cipolla with my emphases:
And they all reappeared: a little older, a little grayer, but just as filled with the bell-bottom trouser theology that confused God’s justice with human justice and that turned Jesus into a revolutionary fighter for the poor, the poor defined in their own terms. They came back like the cast of “Hair” in a bad revival on Broadway and took out their 8 track tapes of “Jesus Christ Superstar” and started mooning over Mary Magdalene singing: “I don’t know how to love him. What to do, how to move him. I’ve been changed, yes really. “
Dead on target.
Cipolla might have added that, under their bell-bottoms, they wear jackboots and under their Nehru jackets they have brown-shirts and cross-belts.
And there is this bit, too. NB: There is something wrong with the text (it happens!), but the point is clear enough, with my emphases and comments:
Four Cardinals, now famously, asked the Pope for a clarification of points in chapter 8 that could be taken as denying the Church’s teaching on the Sacraments and the meaning of marriage. The Pope has been silent doe months. . [sic – “for months” for sure] He refuses to answer and to clarify. And lately, using his sermons in Santa Marta like a Twitter account, he is taking the spotlight away from the marriage question by turning to another of his targets of reform: traditional Catholics. He fulminates in his daily homilies against traditional religious orders and labels them all as rigid and taking refuge in a false security, having all the answers.
First, Francis has refused to respond, and he does fulminate against rigid traditionalists, so Fr. Cipolla is not saying anything lacking in decorum or defective in respect toward the Roman Pontiff. However, the gem there is the subtle comparison of Pope Francis’ daily fervorini with President Trump’s daily tweets. Gotta love that. Neither the fervorini or the presidential tweets are authoritative in any way, and yet they signal, hint, trigger and dog-whistle and give us endless grist for our mills (to mix metaphors brutally). Things are funny because they contain kernels of truth and, regardless of how one might see HH or POTUS, this is funny.
These are strange new times, with strange new methods of communication. World leaders now bypass the MSM with their own social media strategies.
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