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As we have previously pointed out, Pope Benedict XVI is carrying on as distant of a relationship with honesty as the newly crowned President of the United States.
Both blustering, vague-speaking, abstract-minded gentlemen are startlingly derelict in sizing up deadbeat characters they hire to join their circle.
Three weeks ago this afternoon, Pope Benedict returned to the front pages of the world with a weighty, theologically stylish announcement.
With appropriate fanfare, he reeled in four dissident, temporarily excommunicated bishops who probably couldn’t even get themselves elected in corrupt Louisiana. But, oh, how these bad boys are going to shine in the intellectually dim sunrays of the Vatican. Just as in Washington these days, character at the Vatican, fortunately, counts for nothing.
They did not repent their waywardness. They are still the same naughty nattering na-bobs. The Pope just feared they would lead a widening takeover. He thinks he has co-opted them.
A Cinch Path to Cheap Publicity
We are concerned with only one of the Fallacious Four, whom Pope Benedict feared might start an even more serious rival movement than has been underway the last several decades.
The moral deadbeat in the center ring is English-born Bishop Richard Williamson.
He attracted attention everywhere — except for the vacant inside of Pope Benedict’s anti-curious mind — by declaring, quite publicly, thank you, that the Holocaust never happened.
Bishop Williamson is a showman. He knows how to irritate and frighten popes and put his unworthy self on the front pages of the world.
For centuries, Christians tortured Jews, and now we get this reincarnated skunk.
Buying a Headline
How better to buy an Andy Warhol moment than by calling Jews, and the rest of the civilized world, liars about the Holocaust.
Bishop Williamson, his theological emptiness, may have learned his drill from left-wing loonies during the Bush administration. They bought themselves cheap publicity by accusing the President of being either a Nazi or Nazi-like.
The compliant press, lined richly with dupes for any extreme left-wing cause, falls for that toxic label every time.
Bishop Williamson realized that the Pope was about to invite him back inside to play with the big boys. He timed his Holocaust accusation in a smartly measured way, a few days before the Pope made his announcement.
Pope Benedict, having studied as an undergrad at the University of Reliably Deceptive Obama, shrugged his crusty 80-year-old shoulders and said, shockingly, “Nobody told me he said that.”
In fairness to the Pope, he has encouraged the bad-boy bishop to recant. Isn’t that kind of like urging a killer to apologize to his victim by saying, “I’m sorry you are dead. Have a nice day.”
All right, Your Eminence. Try this little test. Let’s say you are looking to get married, and you hook up with a sassy dish named Sally. She tells you she is devout and committed to the same religious causes as you.
After marrying her, you find out that she has ax-murdered three men to whom she was engaged.
What would an obviously dumbstruck new hubby to do? Would you, Pope Benedict, merely elevate your shoulders, plead ignorance, and go on living with her?
Not even you and your German-born traits would do that, I hope.
The Case for Moral Blindness
Although the whole darned world knew about Bishop Williamson’s shrewd accusation, the Pope proclaimed ignorance, an assessment with which none of his critics disagrees.
But, Pope, it has been three weeks. What are you going to do with Bishop Rodent?
What a terrific moral beacon you are, shoving your fists deeper into your pockets.
You know what this anti-Semite is. You know what he has done, to the shame of the church, I would hope, if the church has any shame left after the years of hurricanes over child molestations.
Bishop Rodent told Germany’s No. 1 magazine, Der Spiegel, the other day that he is examining the evidence, on second thought, to see if he might be wrong about the Holocaust. All for show, I assume.
Meanwhile, we hear that Pope Nothing has, amazingly, stopped praying. His hands are unavailable. He is sitting on them. That is what popes do in a when confronted with a moral dilemma, right Pope Pius XII?
