Today we were treated to the spectacle of the Pope who quit, stepping out into the press to say that there is a Hell and you have to be in a state of grace to avoid it. You must believe and follow the Catholic faith to get to Heaven. I’m not sure Pope Benedict has ever made so succinct an expression and denunciation of the morbid post-VII mind.
I would imagine that this poor pope must suffer a great deal of angst and regret, and his few words are born of pain. Even if he believes for some profoundly inconsistent reason that every thing is going well, how can his conscience not weigh heavy? He must at least be concerned.
I suppose I am a suspicious person. Maybe it’s because I get surprised when people are devious and desperate. But it’s simple. If you have the Faith then your goals are not worldly, but if you don’t share the Faith, your focus slants deeply toward money, power, prestige. You live on a slide. That may be why I suspected Benedict’s abdication was a putsch. As soon as he read his sad announcement I guessed we’d get some Francis next.
The majority of cardinals in the conclave which followed were either dissident or compromising and, like Benedict, also under some particularly intense pressure. Hence money, power elected Francis. Francis is the pope the elites of ObamaWorld wanted when they unseated Benedict. The Holy Spirit declined to miraculously make good a group of generally faithless and frightened men, or mysteriously change the writing on their ballots.
Today we have two popes and the one supposed to be doing the job isn’t Catholic. We have a man who doesn’t hold the Faith and cannot achieve a state of grace making saints, granting annulments, making bishops, and teaching the world his deadly and politicized heresies. Why? Politics. Money. Power.
Pepin and Charlemagne may not have been saintly, but they were wise enough to see the Church needed its own Papal States. A few acres just isn’t enough against an ever-tightening global regime.
I was equally suspicious when Justice Scalia died. My first thoughts upon reading the details were, They’ve killed him and they’re going to throw the election to the Court. He was old and fat. He had a heart attack, right? He didn’t have anyone who would want him dead? There aren’t any professional murderers out there near the Mexican border and in the middle of no where, right? The family, the doctors, the officials, the pundits all say there was no foul play, so all these stories about the shady and unprofessional handling of the situation are just hysteria. Yes?
Who knows, and it doesn’t matter now because Obama is nailing the lid on the coffin as we speak, and adding a new monster to his line-up.
We have already had an election hit the Court. Remember those hanging chads in 2000? The Democrats were only able to steal so many votes in Palm Beach County that year. The Bush family went to the Supremes with that, Reagan’s court. Well, we don’t have Reagan’s court any more, but there are still a bunch of Bushes out there and an election to win, so to speak.
Where is this GOP primary headed? We have to wait and see. My guess is if party leaders want to rob the election from the voters, they’d rather hand off the decision. Then when the new Supreme Court ruled against the will of the people the media would find it satisfactory, and we could get back to our shrunken lives.
Please God, I’m wrong and things go well. That is my expectation because I’m sort of an optimist. Still I continue to be suspicious. I don’t know why we assume people don’t do ruthless things behind the scenes to make pieces fall into place.
