Francis and the Marquis de Sade

St. Corbinian's Bear ^ | January 5, 2017 | St. Corbinian's Bear

[BlessedBeGod]

Look at this face. Is this the face of a mean Bear? A vicious Bear? A Rabid Bear?

The Bear has begun 2017 with a return to blogging with a vengeance. While finishing his dubious novel, he had to ignore a lot that was going on.

Well, sorry, heretics, but the Bear is back.

The days of wondering whether Pope Francis is a good pope or something else are long since over with. The days of wondering why he always seems to say the wrong thing while in the domain of the Prince of the Power of the Air, or fails to correct bishops who are heterodox, are now tiny in the rear-view mirror.

It's 2017. We know who he is, what he believes, what his tactics are, and we have an idea about his dodgy theology. And it should scare the Hell out of you.

Is the Bear provocative? Does the Bear have a certain flair for entertaining criticism? Yes. This is a blog by a Bear. It is not St. Corbinian's Bunny Rabbit (although, for a short time when he was hacked, it was). If snarls and roars scare you, you should not even be here. Sure, the Bear may be on a bicycle juggling the heads of heretic bishops, but don't let the cute act fool you. It's calculated to gather a crowd while the Bear suddenly roars prophetically.

Pope Francis' Revolution and the Marquis de Sade

Here's the big deal. It isn't that Pope Francis has encouraged bishops to depart from orthodoxy in sexual morality and a few other areas. It is no particular issue, or even collection of issues. It's the fact that the philosophical suicide of Western thought has officially been adopted by the Pope of Rome.

The Marquis de Sade: "Morality is geography misconstrued."

Pope Francis: "Truth is the calendar misconstrued."

The Bear has argued that, for Francis, the truth is whatever he says it is, because he says it. It is like the most twisted Jack Chick caricature of infallibility. Francis does not sit confidently on the bridge of the Barque of Peter, sounding the truths of the Faith with a brazen trumpet. He is the captain of a U-Boat, sending torpedoes against the Truth, whose wakes can be discerned by those with eyes to see. He slyly introduces ideas and practices that depart from the Faith as clearly taught in the past,  and relies on heterodox bishops to run with them.

He's sneaky. Underhanded. Evasive. Vindictive. Honest men do not operate in this manner. We know this. That alone should cause even the most nose-deaf humans to smell that something is wrong,

So, what has changed? Why can divorced and remarried Catholics take communion now, when they couldn't before? Why can homosexuals be a "family?" Why can Lutherans take communion? And these all do implicate tenets of the Faith, of course. Communion for divorced and remarried implicates both the Catholic theology - the truth - of marriage, and the Catholic understanding of Holy Communion. What has changed?

We finally got a Pope philosophically dead from the cultural disease of the West. Things change simply because Francis has decided. The Fuhrerprinzip again. Things change because times change. Truth is the calendar misconstrued. He doesn't need to officially change dogmas, of course. That was the past, when supposed "truth" was locked up in musty old books. Now we know truth is mutable. Every human being has his or her own truth, eh? It is infinitely easier to change "pastoral practices," to urge "discernment," to elevate "ecumenism" to the highest good, to make Global Warming a subject of incessant preaching, then watch the parasites on the Body of Christ go to work. The Truth is to be found in the lives of the people: is found, does not form, the lives of the people.

See what a revolution this is? "What is truth?"

Sometimes the Bear fears nobody gets this but him. The fear is that he's totally lost his mind, because he's not really all that smart, and should not be the only one to notice something this big.

Francis is formally divorcing the Catholic Church from the very concept of truth. He acts as if the truth does not matter, or is subject to change, or more modern theological theories, or "mercy." A Catholic Church where truth no longer matters, cannot be the Catholic Church. A Pope who acts as if truth no longer matters, cannot be a pope.

The Bear thinks this is the biggest story in a very long time. Francis doesn't care what the letter of the law is, and need not bother changing it. He only cares about what clergy and faithful actually say and do. And, ultimately, that is all about conforming the Church to the failing culture of a dying West. In other words, at long last, the Church is failing in the exact same way, and at the exact same time, as every other worldly Western institution is failing. The implications are staggering and heartbreaking.

[Arthur McGowan]

http://www.americamagazine.org/issue/questioning-dubia

The latest prolefeed from the Bergoglio machine, via a Fr. Cameli, a Cupich butt boy writing in Amerika mag, is that “the dubia cannot be answered.”

Of course they can! No, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes.

There should be hats, banners, flags, bumperstickers, and billboards, and chanting groups of students, seminarians, nuns, and priests in Saint Peter’s Square, with the message:

Gimme a No!.....NO!
Gimme a Yes!...YES!
Gimme a Yes!...YES!
Gimme a Yes!...YES!
Gimme a Yes!...YES!

[jobim]

Lovely thought experiment, your cheerleaders in the square. Why can't it happen?

I have been a prolife leader for 20 years, and I never fail to envision all similar sorts of massive witness by all Christians in this town. If such things occurred, so much for abortion in this town.

So the Bear sees a parallel between de Sade & de pope. It got me to researching, to find that de Sade spoke about & encouraged (of course!) abortion before anyone else in our modern (post-Enlightenment) world. Here is a fascinating tidbit from Philosophy in the Bedroom:

"MADAME DE SAINT­ANGE -- Propagation is no wise the objective of Nature; she merely tolerates it; from her viewpoint, the less we propagate, the better; and when we avoid it altogether, that's best of all. Eugenie, be the implacable enemy of this wearisome child-getting, and even in marriage incessantly deflect that perfidious liquor whose vegetation serves only to spoil our figures, which deadens our voluptuous sensations, withers us, ages and makes us fade and disturbs our health....Tell [your hus­band] you detest children, point out the advantages of having none. Keep a close watch over yourself in this article, my dear, for, I declare to you, I hold generation in such horror I should cease to be your friend the instant you were to become pregnant, If, however, the misfortune does occur, without yourself having been at fault, notify me within the first seven or eight weeks, and have it very neatly remedied. Dread not infanticide; the crime is imaginary; we are always mistress of what we carry in our womb, and we do no more harm in destroying this kind of matter than in evacuating another, by medicines, when we feel the need.

[JohnBovenmyer]

de Sade was a seriously bad dude! If you have a strong stomach for things medically grotesque the title story of this excellent collection tells how he murdered someone via poison and how someone unintentionally killed two with the same drug, Cantharidin, 180 years later. It's a fascinating story for those who can get through it and those who do would vote to hang de Sade as did the jury c. 1770. Sadly he escaped that verdict via his elite family status and now has been rediscovered as perhaps the least deserving hero of the left.

Like many drugs how it is used and how much is used makes all the difference. I've used it and think it is very safe when used properly, ie. topically on small lesions by the doctor. But stumbling on this story in med school showed me that the quantity in which it was most often sold might kill an average person if drunken. Which I don't think most of its users realized. It's hard to get now. I wish it were more available, but only to those who understood its risks, to avoid tragic cases like the 1950s incident in which, literally, crumbs killed. It can be the least bad option for many little kids with symptomatic warts and molluscum and will remain so until true antivirals for them are available.

[livius]

Of course the other possibility is that Francis is not the false prophet but Mr. Big Evil himself. Personally, I think that Luther was the false prophet (preceded by Mohammed, who succeeded in deceiving and confusing a number of the faithful) and we just assumed that the False Prophet would come immediately before the Antichrist, not realizing that it would take 500 years for his “message” to pave the way.

Also, I have always felt that Bergoglio’s taking of the name Francis was a taunt. There is a very famous - although possibly apocryphal - deathbed prophesy of St. Francis that virtually describes our current situation down to its very details.

[Prospero]

Sometimes the Bear fears nobody gets this but him.

Far from it. Because this area of knowing is the reason for the aging congregations and the depopulated ancient buildings of the surrounding wasteland. It's the best outward evidence that Francis, long ago, acquiesced to the Hegelian methods of ontology driving Marxism. He seems quite fallen below the "Line of Despair" suggested by another Francis, the late Presbyterian Dr. Francis Schaeffer, and thus by doing little more than standing still allowed the Cultural Marxism of the 19th Century to finally engulf the last high fortifications of Objective Reality.

He may deserve to be entombed not under Saint Peter's dome in the end but may more properly belong among the other pioneers of post-Modernism and Revolutionary despair at Père Lachaise in Paris.

The mistake, among many ancient ironies, leads to empty churches on their way to becoming mosques or museums because the longing among those in whose hearts God has set Eternity is for Truth, for Christ; they are unlikely to cross the street to obtain exactly the same hamburger they can already get on their own side of the street.

[Arthur McGowan]

Wow. The pedigree of our current dominant culture is unspeakable.

[Arthur McGowan]

Maybe the chant should be:

No!
Si!
Si!
Si!
Si!