I just tried to read Pope Francis, Say Yes to the Pill on National Review Online. I guess it’s an insightful tour de force about how it’s time for the Church to get with the times and whatnot. Doesn’t bother me that someone is saying this, because everyone says it. Doesn’t bother me that it’s on National Review, because National Review went down the toilet about a decade ago, and only serves to remind me of why I’m not a Republican anymore.
But it does bother me, a lot, that someone would write the following:
The sex-abuse crisis has been a horrible and shaming problem, but Catholicism’s enemies have amplified and exploited it to incite the inference that most of the Roman clergy are deviates compounding superstition with perversion. The most frequent and wishful version of these events is as a mighty coruscation before the great Christian scam expires in a Wagnerian inferno, an inadvertent Waco. It took the most antagonistic pundits, in their uncomprehending skepticism of the viability of what they regard as a medieval flimflam factory anyway, only one day to assimilate the election of a man none of them had mentioned, in their omniscience, as a contender, before pronouncing his papacy dead on arrival at the Sistine Chapel.
and still be considered a writer. Coruscation? Uncomprehending skepticism of the viability of what they regard as a medieval flimflam factory? I’m sorry, has someone checked in on this guy lately? I think he’s having a stroke.
If anybody has the strength to wade through both pages of this masturbatory mess, please let me know what it’s about. Furthermore, circumstantial evidentiary horticulture would presume, one would cogitate, an obstreperous de-regimentation of, if you will, unregurgitated foofaraw, if you know what I mean.