Papa Frank’s Muddy Toes

 

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We at the feralyawp don’t much care for Papa Frank. His toothy grin, saccharine pronouncements, economic ignorance, and obliviousness to actual (as opposed to airy and hypothetical) solutions to the world’s ugliness, which cannot be wiped away with a charitable foot-washing, has us rolling our eyes fairly often. He may dust off the feet of the downtrodden, but his moral pronouncements conveniently float in the ether where he criticizes specific policies but offers none himself to solve earthy problems.

From the start, Frank has used his pulpit to lecture the world on a whole range of political matters. Recently he continued his campaign to encourage Europeans to find a bold and compassionate plan for immigration by orchestrating one of his little do-gooder photo-ops with Muslim immigrants he rescued from Greece. Frank’s conservative defenders highlight Papa’s Christian charity. The good Samaritan certainly comes to mind and no one can fault his excellency on this point. Further, the Pope is not totally naive and has shown some awareness of the cultural problems brought on by mass immigration. But he and his liberal supporters want to have their cake and eat it too. Continue reading

Papal Insecurity

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Toot the horn, bang the drum – Pope Francis is in town, and he’s got something to say. Because, like any self-styled intellectual you meet at your friend’s weekend party, Papa Frank has an opinion about everything.  It seems like he even has opinions about his opinions – and everyone else loves to dissect his opinions.   All of this, to him, seems like it’s worth a chuckle and a shrug. But to his critics, he’s an arbiter of destruction, a loose cannon, an anti-pope. He’s a socialist, a Marxist, a liberal. Or, from his followers and admirers, Frankie is a model of charity, a friend of the down-trodden, a breath of fresh air after almost eight years of stuffiness and Emperor Palpatine-esque brows under Benedict XVI. For some, Pope Francis’ ascent to the Seat of Peter wasn’t just announced with white smoke and a hearty “Habemus Papam!” but with Flyin’ Padre Pio and the Blue Angels sonic-booming over the Vatican, sprinkling the ecstatic throng with confetti and free Fit-Bits.

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