|URBS JERUSALEM BEATA: Ecône|
OK, they haven't come right out and said it, but do you think Fr. D is stupid or something? (Raise your hand if you want to answer and don't speak until you're called on!)
But whether it's RetRorate's drooling over Sandra Magister-Bator, Reverend Mother Cunniwicke's proposed new papal encyclical Stercus Accidit, Father Z-It's-Me-Back-From-Gay-Pahree teaming up with Michael Voris' hair, or even the Kraziest Katholic in the Kloset . . . they've had it and They. Are. Outta. Here.
Who knew all it took was a kindly Pope who loves Jesus and the little folks to send this whole angry nasty gang who love only maniples and themselves off to annoy their NEXT Church?
Of course, what Ecône's going to do with all those ex-Anglicans with their committee-cobbled-together liturgies, wives and unsightly facial hair, who knows. Though there is some precedent.
So I've worked out a travel deal to send them on their way!
Is a Princess close enough to a Queen for this gang?
It's even got a LATIN code name: NOROVIRUS!