19 April 2005

Well, duh!

I'm sure this is gonna sound like sour grapes; as if it could sound like anything else coming from a lapsed gay Catholic: Does anyone else feel a sort of groundwater disappointment at the selection of Joseph Ratzinger as Pope Benedict XVI?

I mean, let's face it: It was practically a done deal. John Paul II appointed some ridiculous percentage of the cardinals who were gonna vote for the next pope-- every one as conservative as he was, so it was pretty much a given that some uber-conservative prelate was gonna end up as Pope. But that didn't stop me from having a tiny bit of hope that someone in Rome might come to their senses and not drive a nail in the coffin of progressive spirituality in the Catholic Church.

Ah well. Welcome to the Age of Aquarius. Religious orthodoxy is in its last gasp. In a hundred years, we may not even have popes, or presidents who're born again, or snake charmers, or people who think the bible should be read literally. As far as I'm concerned, they're all the same thing.

I don't even particularly need to live to see it. It's enough to know that it's coming.

One can hope, can't one?

PS: I think I deserve a lot of credit for not making jokes about Benedict XVI's birth surname and the relation of his countenance to the ill-loved creature that makes up part of his name. I just don't trust this guy. Color me quick to judge.

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