Upon consulting canon lawyers and theologians in my acquaintance, Father D herein replies . . .
Nah, wait a minute.
You know, I was going to type a big long complicated convoluted response like the RetRorate Onion did.
Or here. Seems like all clergy online
But the hell with it. It's Saturday night and there's a Sam Adams' Seasonal waiting at the pub down the street with my name on it. Actually there's several.
So let's just be real, OK?
No layperson, except perhaps someone in residential treatment (and therefore without computer access) gives a rat's ass or a stray shit about any of the made-up questions he posts at that increasingly schismatic website and then wastes zigabytes of bandwidth tortuously answering. Only a former absolutely null and utterly void control freak, who thought the Catholic Church was the last bastion of gloom and doom and clerical authority, could come up with that crap.
Certainly no cradle Catholic, who once upon a time had to listen to tons of that kind of baloney and is grateful to have lived long enough to see it shredded by Pope Francis in the celestial grinder of God's mercy cares anything about any of it.
Normal Catholics are over-the-moon happy at Pope Francis' exercise of his ministry as Successor of Peter. Period. For everyone else, there's Econe. Lovely this time of year.
Time for an exorcism of that website.