Saturday 31st January 2009

Angry Malestri of the Enemy. Abundant and overflowing water I the hands compared to the normal flow of the tap. Noticing a glimmering light in the room at night, open curtains and window. And soon after verifying the darkest darkness, with the curtains and window closed, the way they had been left.

 

Jesus was preparing him to the solar and most frequent vision of the monster, of the Unshaped and its shapes.

 

Martini had introduced Benedict XVI, just elected, as the pope of surprises. So Martini knew.

 

The future and present Vatican minister of Culture, he brilliant and “brillantined” prelate, eloquent and infertile, has always kept silent about it. Even knowing it.

 

Fisichella behaves as wily as a fox and spins around on tv about the oxymoron Ratzinger-Concilio.

 

The whores of God stuff themselves at the table of ecclesiastic honor.

 

Lefebvrians studs invade Troy through the mare with the golden pussy, the checaritomene of the Polish.

 

Monsignor Pera, the prophet of the Latent.

 

Martini, the aliquidale man, the prophet of something. “We can be critics of Benedict XVI in something”: he shot against those who were exercising in Galloro. He shot smiling mite spiritual tra-la-la.

 

Among opusdeists and lefebvrians he wiggles his hips, skips about, all around the wizard. In the background, in a bewildered moon, the hill of the Apparitions of Medjugorje.

 

While the Opus Dei pads around, Fraternity boasts with a baritone voice as a prima donna. Now the church is a medieval lavatory.

 

Fraternity has learned and drunk hypocrisy from Benedict XVI: yes to the Vatican II, no to the real one, but to the interpreted one.

 

If God held the knees of a Fisichella or a Ravasi or any other local or foreign bishop, if God Himself begged them to speak, he would receive at least an embarrassed silence. Eminences and excellences are very similar to our politicians when they preferred their seats and maybe their heads to Moro, the Italian political prophet.

 

How many Andreotti, Cossiga, Zaccagnini among the tops of the Beyond the Tevere, beyond God.

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