Cardinal Sarah tells priests, no, you don’t have to wash women’s feet on Holy Thursday. Next week, Vatican gives permission for priests not to bless same-sex partnerings. (Subject to the permission of their ordinary.) ~

Hey, remember when I said that Jorge’s stupid and dangerous remark that people could just kind of come into the confessional and mutely think or grunt their confessions and all the priest had to do would be to wave his magic priest-hand and say the words and it’s all done, was going to be snapped up by a lot of priests who hate hearing confessions/don’t give a shit about souls?

Ann writes at the Remnant: _No one ever accuses an engineer of excessive rigidity or of a “fortress mentality” for his unswerving and intransigent belief in the fundamental properties of algebra. No one deems an engineer deeply flawed as a human being if he refuses to entertain the notion that the additive inverse of x might NOT be (-x), much less tolerate a plan for a building put before him in which the plans operate on the premise that the reciprocal of 2 is ¼.

Well, looks like Father Hunwicke has finally blown a gasket. “What preceded Pope Francis is now old Hat. The Magisterium of S John Paul II and of Pope Benedict XVI has become a superseded construct. History began anew at the moment when Papa Bergoglio apparently didn’t tell Guido Marini that the Carnival was Over. The very moment that he appeared to the Faithful not wearing the garments of Office worn by his predecessors in the See of Rome, and took a name never before born by a Roman Pontiff, he symbolised the Bright New Rupture.

Steve’s podcast on the American election. 1P5 Podcast: Episode 31 – Political Messianism I’d like to remind readers, AGAIN, that I’m not an American, have no horse in that race and think the whole democratic process thing is an insane person’s version of Kabuki Theatre, as our friend Ann Barnhardt puts it. Also, as a Canadian/Brit, I really have to laugh at American political naivte. Seriously guys?

Every day, it seems, there’s some big media-oriented bullshit thing the Vatican is doing to prove how wonderfully nice they are now in the New Era of Francis MercyChurch!!! Here’s the lastest… Vatican gives free health care to Rome’s poor. Uhhh yeah, except, there are already teams of volunteers who go around the city every day checking up on poor people, including the “homeless” who turn the sheltered areas in front of the shops and offices on the Via Conciliazione and the big corridor thing at St.

So, I tried to cancel my Twitter account the other day and discovered that I had failed to stash away the passwords in a safe place and have, of course, forgotten them. So, I guess Twitter is going to follow me forever. I wanted to cancel it because I discovered the other day that Twitter is stupid. I think I may have figured this out before, might even have known it before I signed up for it, but for some reason that obvious fact didn’t seem to have any impact on me.

So, someone sent me the following note: “Did you see Fr. Longnecker on Patheos? All you.” Well, how very flattering. I met him once. He was standing on the Basilica’s steps in town introducing himself to everyone. Of course I recognised him, but I didn’t mention my own name. “I’m Fr. Dwight Longenecker.” … Yes, so you are. ~ Still mostly offline. Getting harder and harder to give a flying …

Apparently there’s a thing… a thing happening… a thing that’s happening… something something… translations… Hilary White… Lifesite… everybody knows what weirdos they are… something… something… happeninghappening…something… I’ve been offline for three days. Reading books. Throwing more wood on the fire. Painting. Eating wild boar and truffles, because… well… because I live here. In previous times, three days off the computer would just be a normal week. Now it’s a “hiatus”.

OK, I think I may have just reached some kind of threshold. For some reason known only to God, I’ve been able to keep joking my way through all this, and I know other people who have blinked long before now. I know people who freaked out all the way back at the first Angelus address and Francers praising Kasper’s “sublime” theology (or whatever gibberish was spilling out of his slack jaw that day).