The cardinal sin Pope Francis learned from the Bolsheviks

When last month the new Pope called for ‘a stronger presence of women in the church’ and ‘a truly deep theology of women’, I wrote, “But such a theology already exists, certainly in the Catholic Church, where Mary’s status almost equals that of her son. What does ‘a stronger presence’ mean? Female priesthood? Female episcopate?”

Indeed, since it was clear to any reasonable person that the Catholic church could never possibly ordain a woman, the pontiff’s meaning wasn’t immediately obvious.

It is now, if persistent rumours are to be believed. His Holiness is planning to let a woman don a cardinal’s red hat.

The rumour (news?) originates from an article in the Spanish paper El Pais. A former Brazilian priest, Juan Arias, wrote the idea was ‘not a joke’. “Knowing the Pope, he wouldn’t hesitate before appointing a woman cardinal.”

If true, this means my wild conjecture had a touch of truth about it. After all, according to the ruling of Pope John XXIII (d. 1963),all cardinals are automatically bishops.

Linda Hogan, theology professor at Trinity, Dublin, is the woman allegedly picked to model the red hat at the conclave.

The lady’s credentials are unimpeachable: she’s married, leftwing and in tune with the Pope’s innermost convictions. According to a colleague, “One of her strong beliefs is something Pope Francis has been hinting at, too: that the basis of moral theology starts from human experience.”

And there they were, all those Augustines, Origens and Aquinases, thinking that ‘the basis of moral theology’ started with God. How wrong they were. Trust the Frank and Linda double act to sort them out.

The next step will be renaming the Lord’s Prayer as Kant’s prayer: “Our Immanuel who art in heaven, give us this day our moral law and do not bother to forgive our trespasses for this is what our courts are for…”

This raises interesting possibilities for traditional Christians, and not just in the Roman Catholic church. Anglican traditionalists, for example, find themselves in a trap resembling that designed by Lenin and Stalin.

Those gentlemen noticed with their eagle eye that people tend to flee from any place where their wellbeing, material but especially spiritual, is threatened.

The Soviet Union was living proof of this tendency, what with millions running away from the most progressive society in history. Millions fled immediately after the revolution, more millions during the Second World War, more millions still in the last 40 years.

In the middle of this timeline, the number of Soviet Socialist republics went down from 16 to 15. The Karelo-Finnish SSR, carved out of Finland in 1940 as a result of Soviet aggression, had to be rolled into Russia proper in 1956. The reason was simple: its whole population had escaped to what was left of Finland.

Long before this happened the founders of Bolshevism realised that a mass exodus from progress wasn’t so much likely as guaranteed. They tried every trick to make sure the USSR still had some people left.

The Soviet frontier became the most guarded national frontier in history, with million-strong border guards instructed to shoot on sight, their dogs trained to go for the throat. Thousands of searchlights made sure it was always daylight at the border, so the running human targets were clearly visible.

Nothing worked: people kept running, as they later did in Germany, scaling the Wall under fire. The solution presented itself: to nick the exodus in the bud the Soviets had to make sure that there would be nowhere for the people to run.

In other words, they had to extend the Soviet paradise to the whole globe, a pictorial representation of which duly appeared in the Soviet national escutcheon. If the whole world could become uniformly Bolshevik, people would stay put. Running away would be meaningless.

In an odd sort of way, not just Catholics but also traditional Anglicans are finding themselves in the same position as those Soviet slaves of yesteryear.

The liberal hierarchy of the Church of England is deadset on making it impossible for traditional Christians to stay in the fold. The church has suffered tremendous attrition, especially at its High end, after every progressive innovation, including of course the ordination of women.

For many the eventual consecration of female bishops will be the last straw. Much as it would pain them, traditional Christians would be simply unable to remain Anglican.

Thanks to Pope Benedict’s generous offer of the Ordinariate, at least they have somewhere to escape to. They can join the Catholic rite while preserving much of the traditional Anglican liturgy and most of its beautiful scriptural texts.

Now Pope Frances has allegedly come up with a ploy that could have been inspired by Soviet experience. What’s the point in leaving a confession that allows female bishops for one that allows female cardinals?

None at all, especially if we remember that any cardinal could become Pope – just as any Anglican bishop could become the Archbishop of Canterbury.

All traditional Christians can do is cling to the word ‘rumour’, hoping that this is all it is, but fearing that there’s fire behind all this smoke.

This reminds me of the press conference given by the baseball player Joe ‘Shoeless’ Jackson after he was accused of fixing the 1919 World Series. A desperate fan screamed, “Say it ain’t so, Joe!”

Say it ain’t so, Your Holiness.

The EU resorts to bog-standard lavatorial humour

Having despaired of ever harmonising the economies and cultures across Europe, the EU has decided to harmonise the bogs instead.

Thomas Crapper’s invention now must flush exactly the same way from Finland to Greece and everywhere in between. No more than five litres per cistern or three per half-flush, get this, you British wastrel?

Of course such a destiny-changing innovation couldn’t have been introduced by unsubstantiated fiat. Prior research was essential to make sure proper harmony would be for everyone’s benefit. To that end the excrementally inspired European Commission spent £72,000 on a comprehensive comparison of lavatorial habits.

The resulting 122-page study is snappily titled Development of EU Ecolabel Criteria for Flushing Toilets and Urinals. Personally, I would have named it Flush in the Pan, but then I do have this inordinate affection for puns.

The title sets the stylistic standard for the subsequent prose: “Establishing ecological criteria for flushing toilets and urinals and promoting appropriately the awarded products, if accepted by a wider range of producers and users, will contribute to greener product purchases, which shall reduce the consumption of water… this should also result in… lower water pollution and eutrophication (in relation with wastewater), energy saving and lower related air emissions (in relation with water supply, wastewater treatment and product production), lower resource consumption and potentially higher resource efficiency management (in relation with product materials, longevity and recyclability issues), etc.” Nicely put.

Many have now commented on the sheer bureaucratic waste of this crappy project, but I knew all along it had to be more sinister than that. And so it is.

Being as fond of conspiracy theories as I am of puns, I’ve got to the bottom of this dastardly German plot against everything the Brits hold dear.

Now I know one isn’t supposed to generalise about national characteristics, but this doesn’t mean they don’t exist. For example, the Germans seem to be naturally (unnaturally?) inclined to coprophilia, which is deriving perverse pleasure from faeces.

In fact the only German comedy show I’ve ever seen involved four chaps talking to one another for 30 minutes while sitting on the loos. So who says the Germans don’t do humour?

Apart from listening to Wagner, nothing pleases Germans more than examining their own waste (actually, the two proclivities just may be closely related). To that end German-made loo pans are designed in such a way that the stuff doesn’t sink to the bottom before flushing, but floats on the surface for the user’s delectation.

Part of the reason the German are so suspicious of the Brits is that we don’t include this particular perversion into our list of favourites. Instead we concentrate on those we share with the more southern EU members, such as Greece.

Since Germany is the driving force behind the EU, the Germans expect the Brits to resemble them rather than the Greeks. When this expectation is frustrated, they have traditionally united their own nation and, given half the chance, many others under the slogan Gott Strafe England (God punish England).

In this instance England must be punished for paying insufficient attention to matters faecal, which to the Germans betokens a certain gastric, not to mention moral, laxity.

Then the Germans, whose infantile competitiveness matches what my late friend Sigmund would describe as their anal retentiveness, noticed that they lag far behind the Brits in overall alcohol consumption.

How can they bring the imbibing Brits down a peg? Scheiße! said the Germans when they couldn’t come up with an immediate solution. And then – in a flash – they realised that was the solution.

Drinking heavily means going to the loo more often, nicht wahr? This means that, provided those Englische schweinen flush after themselves, they must use up more water than the Germans. Worth checking, that.

Check it they did, £72,000 worth, and sure enough – the Brits do flush 30 percent more water than any other EU nation. Suddenly, German coprophilia, distaste for the British and irresistible urge to bully Europe all came together.

Halt! Hende hoch! No more than five litres for Number Zwei, three litres for Number Eins! If you don’t follow this order, get off the loo. Raus!

The rest of the EU meekly went along. When asked to comment on this development, Jose Manuel Barroso issued this official statement: “S*** happens.

There, I hope you’ll accept this bit of detective work as being true to life. And if you think I’m trying to be funny, think again.

There’s really no need to mock the EU. It can mock itself much more successfully, if not always intentionally.

The EU resorts to bog-standard lavatorial humour

 

Having despaired of ever harmonising the economies and cultures across Europe, the EU has decided to harmonise the bogs instead.

Thomas Crapper’s invention now must flush exactly the same way from Finland to Greece and everywhere in between. No more than five litres per cistern or three per half-flush, get this, you British wastrel?

Of course such a destiny-changing innovation couldn’t have been introduced by unsubstantiated fiat. Prior research was essential to make sure proper harmony would be for everyone’s benefit. To that end the excrementally inspired European Commission spent £72,000 on a comprehensive comparison of lavatorial habits.

The resulting 122-page study is snappily titled Development of EU Ecolabel Criteria for Flushing Toilets and Urinals. Personally, I would have named it Flush in the Pan, but then I do have this inordinate affection for puns.

The title sets the stylistic standard for the subsequent prose: “Establishing ecological criteria for flushing toilets and urinals and promoting appropriately the awarded products, if accepted by a wider range of producers and users, will contribute to greener product purchases, which shall reduce the consumption of water… this should also result in… lower water pollution and eutrophication (in relation with wastewater), energy saving and lower related air emissions (in relation with water supply, wastewater treatment and product production), lower resource consumption and potentially higher resource efficiency management (in relation with product materials, longevity and recyclability issues), etc.” Nicely put.

Many have now commented on the sheer bureaucratic waste of this crappy project, but I knew all along it had to be more sinister than that. And so it is.

Being as fond of conspiracy theories as I am of puns, I’ve got to the bottom of this dastardly German plot against everything the Brits hold dear.

Now I know one isn’t supposed to generalise about national characteristics, but this doesn’t mean they don’t exist. For example, the Germans seem to be naturally (unnaturally?) inclined to coprophilia, which is deriving perverse pleasure from faeces.

In fact the only German comedy show I’ve ever seen involved four chaps talking to one another for 30 minutes while sitting on the loos. So who says the Germans don’t do humour?

Apart from listening to Wagner, nothing pleases Germans more than examining their own waste (actually, the two proclivities just may be closely related). To that end German-made loo pans are designed in such a way that the stuff doesn’t sink to the bottom before flushing, but floats on the surface for the user’s delectation.

Part of the reason the German are so suspicious of the Brits is that we don’t include this particular perversion into our list of favourites. Instead we concentrate on those we share with the more southern EU members, such as Greece.

Since Germany is the driving force behind the EU, the Germans expect the Brits to resemble them rather than the Greeks. When this expectation is frustrated, they have traditionally united their own nation and, given half the chance, many others under the slogan Gott Strafe England (God punish England).

In this instance England must be punished for paying insufficient attention to matters faecal, which to the Germans betokens a certain gastric, not to mention moral, laxity.

Then the Germans, whose infantile competitiveness matches what my late friend Zigmund would describe as their anal retentiveness, noticed that they lag far behind the Brits in overall alcohol consumption.

How can they bring the imbibing Brits down a peg? Scheiße! said the Germans when they couldn’t come up with an immediate solution. And then – in a flash – they realised that was the solution.

Drinking heavily means going to the loo more often, nicht wahr? This means that, provided those Englische schweinen flush after themselves, they must use up more water than the Germans. Worth checking, that.

Check it they did, £72,000 worth, and sure enough – the Brits do flush 30 percent more water than any other EU nation. Suddenly, German coprophilia, distaste for the British and irresistible urge to bully Europe all came together.

Halt! Hende hoch! No more than five litres for Number Zwei, three litres for Number Ein! If you don’t follow this order, get off the loo. Raus!

The rest of the EU meekly went along. When asked to comment on this development, Jose Manuel Barroso issued this official statement: “S*** happens.

There, I hope you’ll accept this bit of detective work as being true to life. And if you think I’m trying to be funny, think again.

There’s really no need to mock the EU. It can mock itself much more successfully, if not always intentionally.