Freeriker on the Henosphere getting their panties in a twist because a Pastor had an affair, and demand that he submit to his wife.
This is really just another manifestation of the “Cafeteria Christianity” (or, alternatively, what the late conservative commentator Joe Sobran called “The Great National Religion”) that has co-opted and largely replaced biblical Christianity today in most of the western world, particularly in Amerika. It is churchianity at its most egregious, the inevitable end-product of more than half a century of substituting serious studying and absorption of the Word with written rantings of the latest popular “Christian” authors who justify the advances of temporal mores by cloaking it in pseudo-scriptural apologetics. The faux church has done its job of creating multiple generations of deluded biblical illiterates all too well. Satan is indeed laughing in delight.
But Velvet then follows up with a comment that is pure gold.
I think the reflex is to blame the man, of course, but what of the other participant? Is she, too, to be exposed, verbally flogged, and stripped of her means of supporting herself? Where is her repentance, exactly, her apology to Mrs. Phillips and her family, and to the I’m pretty sure Ms. Interloping Whore knew full well this man was married – in fact I would go so far as to figure that she targeted him, just so.
You want justice for the mistakes of the patriarchy, and you think feminism is the measure of righteous authority? Fine, then let’s mete it out equally. I’m sure we could have Ms. IW’s address by this afternoon, and start harassing her, demanding her resignation from her workplace, and questioning whether she is fit to continue to be married, if she is, or if she should be held up as an example of the failures of feminism. Oh, wait, that sounds stalkerish and cruel? Really?
Why yes, it does, Julie Anne, et al, and it should sound familiar – you are stalkers, and gossips, bent on destroying what you cannot be, full of festering bitterness fueled by intellectual and spiritual fatigue, confused utterly why you cannot have things both ways. Get help, please, from a priest or a doctor, read an encyclical, something… Your fixation makes you a danger to yourself and others.
Women, stop being sluts. Men, stop banging (or otherwise engaging, as this was allegedly an emotional tryst) sluts. There, fixed it for you, you’re welcome.
Another Titus 2 moment brought to you by Velvet, lol.
So let’s double down here. Mundabor, who is rapidly becoming my favourite Papist hits home with this quote. He also makes clear something most bloggers do not confess: we blog about those things that irritate us.
Whilst everyone of us must do his best, it is first and foremost the job of the priest to make himself unpopular so that he may save souls. The priest is also the one to whom a degree of unpleasantness – or worse – in the pursuit of his profession can and must be asked in much greater measure than to a layman. Why? Because he is a priest, period.
Blogs like mine – and countless others – are the result of the genuine suffering and righteous anger of many sincere Catholics who feel that the post V II clergy are culpable of dereliction of duty in the gravest of ways, and possibly in an unprecedented manner in the history of Christianity. Our elementary religious feeling simply rebels at seeing so much – I must say the word, because I find it appropriate – brown-nosing to the world, going on at all ecclesiastical levels since the beginning of the Sixties. This, and nothing else, is what leads us to blog. I for myself would not even dream of being here at 11pm writing this angry blog post, rather than sitting with a good book, a glass of Porto and Schubert in the background, if I knew the clergy are doing their job. If they did, blogs like ours would be of no interest for the reader even provided we were – which would not be my case – willing to write them. People would, very simply, follow the events in the Catholic world through the interviews, the homilies, the books, the blogs, the calls to battle of the good clergy themselves. If we had a halfway decent clergy, every church would resound of their rage against the abominations and godlessness of our times, and the parish magazines would contain long lists of locally, nationally and internationally excommunicated politicians. Instead, the pulpits – if they are still used – are generally used for convenient waffling about peace, luv, social justice, & Co.
While I am at it, why SSM has become a place that gets attention. It is one of the few places where men and women can compare notes on how much damage the current matriarchy is doing, and work out how to subvert it. As the Toad saith.
…the reason all of y’all want SSM to secretly be a man is that as a woman she automatically gets the P-Pass to say whatever she wants to. That’s the feminist rule. And because she’s an intelligent, articulate and thoughtful woman, the effect is like poking the Feminism in a very sensitive spot with a very sharp stick. Not only that but her blog has a lot of very diverse characters here, many of whom are quite intelligent, well read and virtually all of whom are (at one level or another) disgusted by feminism and the damage, pain and suffering it has wrought.
Many though provoking discussions occur here, from many viewpoints, with lots of factual material presented. Some of the men here are at one stage or another of recovering from obscene and despicable things their (ex)wives did to them, so yes, there is some bitterness to be expected. In many ways it’s a collective therapy group and people are recovering, growing and going out making more anti-feminist disciples. But men are expected to do stuff like that.
Her worst sin? Worst of all, Mary provides a place where other women can vocalize their politically incorrect opinions without fear of being shamed and shouted down. These women are learning the facts and constantly learning how to argue them to point out the lies and shame the liars who promote feminism. For this, you people truly hate her.
Finally, a bit of Richard Thompson. Because.
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