Ratzinger in Britain
Dit is met gemoedsbekakkende verstandsverstomming dat ek Ratzinger se heldeontvangs in Brittanje dophou.
Here is an octogenarian cross dresser, in red shoes no less, who actively protected child molesters, publicly acting the insane conviction that he is somehow the earthly emissary of the son of some god.
This idiot should be incarcerated and kept in a drug induced comatose state, not be allowed to roam streets lined with imbecilic acolytes conducing the perverse reification of a pathetic taradiddle.
And then there is the “beatification” of John Henry Newman, some schmuck who converted to Catholicism from Anglicanism in the 19th century… “Hey, Brits, you fool religion is kak, so I am going to load praise on one of your ancestors who returned to the ‘mother church’.”
Who the fuck is capable of entertaining such folderol, such obtuse non-sensical ordure?
How is it even possible to contrive of such schmegegge, let alone be convinced that it is somehow real?
How in the name of dung beetles and every other god ever worshipped can a people condone that their head of state, Liza Regina, and her prime minister, even be seen with this moegoe?
I am discombobulated.
The “pope” is a sick “office”; its incumbent a vitiated malfeasant. Ratzinger should be chased barefoot over smouldering coals back into the dungeons of the Vatican and the gates locked behind him to rot within the confines of what must surely rank as the most ludicrous conception ever plotted by sub-intelligent life-forms.