As if we didn't have enough episcopal nincompoops giving us sensory overload with their sulfur, we must brace ourselves for news coverage of the USCCB Convention meeting in Baltimore. This year, we are 'celebrating' 100 years of their chestnuts.
I always find their arms-length observance of moral chaos, as if they have nothing to do with it, remarkable.
While the apostolic nuncio duly noted the catastrophic spiritual damage they have foisted upon the inhabitants of the earth with their divisive rhetoric, he seemed to be implying the Bishops have been stalwart warriors of Church teaching, telling them not to be discouraged with their epic failures. He called them to 'unity' without ever telling them what they are supposed to be unifying us all to. It does their widdle wounded hearts good to gather twice a year to hear meaningless proverbs and the pope's encouragement to 'carry on fellas'.
Their belligerent narcissism is intoxicating.
Nobody captured it better than Fr. Joe Wilson.
This episcopate will never do anything but spin the problems; won’t ever settle down to address the hard work of renewal. Watching the bishops’ conference in action is like viewing the film of a train wreck over and over again. With bright-colored clowns hanging out the train windows, waving and blowing kisses. One only wishes one had a tomato.