Rembert's Revenge: Blase Cupich
Scraping the very bottom of the barrel for ecclesiastic promotion is an exercise which the Vatican has recently raised to an art form. The weird collection of dolts, cowards, sneering hypocrites, effeminate poseurs and outright poofs who now inhabit the Vatican, and hundreds of Chanceries around the world, is truly a sight to see. And Blase Cupich is a sight to see.
We are back in the days of "Jadot's Boys", that group of undistinguished men who were given high office under the recommendations of Archbishop Jean Jadot, who was in charge of vetting the men who would become Bishops. Jadot, who was strongly rumored to be homosexual, managed to get into positions of power men who were not only possible homosexuals but most certainly avowed Modernists. Pope Paul VI gave us Jadot and Jadot gave us men like Rembert Weakland, a flaming homosexual. We also have Jadot to thank for the execrable Howard Hubbard and Roger Mahony among others. Jadot's close friendship with Bernardin of Chicago is another fact hardly calculated to inspire confidence.
This blog has been calling Blase Cupich the "poor man's Rembert Weakland" ever since his pasty-faced visage was presented to us by his Modernist patron, Pope Francis. At the moment we will continue calling him that because it really would be hard to find someone worse than Weakland. So until such time as Cupich outdoes Weakland, which I frankly suspect is possible, he will remain the cut-rate Rembert.
But he is now shaping up to be a cut-rate Jean Jadot, too, thanks to his new position as the Grand Selector of Future Bishops. In fact Cupich may have even more control than Jadot ever had since Jadot was merely an Apostolic Nuncio; Cupich may have an international influence.
The good God is indeed furious with us to allow this to happen.
|Here is Blase on Halloween in his brand new Bishop's costume|
|Here is Blase looking for the teleprompter, or cue cards|
|Here's Blase with his doddering old grandpa|
|Here's Blase with some guy who just got punched in the nose|
|"I don't think these colors match, Bruce. It's just not me."|