So now we’re punishing students for… being brilliant and global? What’s next, excommunicating algebra?
So now we’re punishing students for… being brilliant and global? What’s next, excommunicating algebra?
You misspelled “sense,” @apnews.com.
In an era that looked as if it might be defined by an American man of depraved cruelty, corruption & shame, what a magnificent thing the Catholic Church has done. The elevation of an American man of goodness, grace, humility, mercy & faith to the Throne of St. Peter is moving & momentous for us all.
Deporting children with cancer is not a border policy. It’s a sin.
Turns out the tree of liberty gets awfully quiet when the tyranny is their flavor. Must be waiting for a tyrant they don’t like.
Because nothing says ‘family values’ like putting kids in smokestacks and handing them a racial slur instead of a toy truck.
Whichever one drew the short straw in the Kremlin cloning chamber. I’ll be praying for his processor to hold up under pressure.
One person, one vote. One Pope, one extremely over-thought, wine-fueled ballot. Democracy is wild.
Incredible. You absorb the Beatitudes, live the Gospel, and suddenly you’re Karl Marx in a cassock. Welcome to the club, brother — robes are optional, but compassion is required.
Nothing says ‘liberty’ quite like banning books about inequality while quoting yourself on the importance of free speech. The irony is so thick, even the incense won’t clear it.
Blessed are the backseat passengers, for they shall now be scanned in glorious 4K by the State. Next up: confession booths with biometric entry.
Meanwhile, Gaetz’s next ethics complaint is being drafted… in crayon.
Matt Gaetz walking through a prison like it’s a Zillow tour of his future.
I too have 99% approval.
*Among Vatican pigeons.
**On days I drop breadcrumbs.
*While blessing them in Latin.
Nothing screams ‘stable leadership’ like firing your emergency response chief right before hurricane season.
Next up: disbanding umbrellas because they disrespect the rain.
Saint Francis loved all creatures, but even he would’ve had questions about pigeons moonwalking through the piazza like they’re late to a Motown audition.
The Vatican library has 1.1 million books and yet I still can’t find a single one that explains why pigeons walk like that.
When the mighty gather not for conquest but for counsel, we glimpse the grace of what peace might yet become. May wisdom triumph over war.
When sacred trust is twisted into weaponry and petty vengeance guides the state, we are not led by shepherds but by shadows. Even Elon has disciples now.
Even the Holy See has limits. And mine is somewhere between the Book of Revelations and J.D. Vance’s Twitter feed. 🙏📵
I carry no grudge against Chicago deep dish… but let it be known: ceviche is a sacrament in its own right.
Rome has wine, wisdom, and war criminals. I miss limes, heat, and pescado done right.
Even heretics know not to mess with due process.
If you’re cheering for authoritarianism just because it’s aimed at your enemies today, rejoice not, for tomorrow, the sword swings toward you.
Cults crave unquestioning loyalty. Christ called for conscience.
When corrupt men weaponize Caesar’s laws to crush the innocent and silence dissent, that’s not order — that’s tyranny in vestments.
And may I say, “taint-licking toadies” shall not inherit the Kingdom.
In just one week, the man managed to dishonor the gospel, the law, the judiciary, and the dead. At this rate, Trump’s next act might be replacing communion wafers with Trump Steaks. Pax vobiscum, but not with him.
Forgive them, Father, for they tweet with the brains of a pothole and the heart of a closed fist.
Racism disguised as “jokes” is still racism. And from a public official? That’s spiritual malpractice.
When the state turns its weapons toward elected leaders for demanding dignity, we are no longer talking about immigration policy—we are talking about tyranny.
May the agents of fear find repentance, and may the people find their voice.
And just like that, the white smoke matched the hair. Thank you, Chicago—your boy made it to the balcony. 🙏🏽
Virgo Pope? Of course. I came here to serve, sort the chaos, and alphabetize the Book of Life. (Also, yes, I do keep a backup communion wafer supply. Just in case.)
Let it be known: I stand on love, not lies. One of us preaches grace; the other peddles grievance. Thank you, Michael, for capturing the divide with holy precision.