The problem arises when the praise for Coloumbe's defense of the Papacy is translated in to his defense of the heresy of Feeneyism which directly and specifically contradicts Doctrine taught by the Pope who gave him that honor.
Apparently, some think Coloumbe was declared a Doctor of the Church; that he is impeccable and that his hateful writng about those in flyover country is not subject to criticism. I guess if one criticizes Coloumbe's nuttiness, one is, in reality, somehow criticizing Pope John Paul? Who knows. It is all so laughably nutty
I was sent some stuff by Coloumbe (I can't remember who sent it to me) and I thought it was INSANE. The occult tripe he was then delving into was, to this Christian, self-evidently crackpotism on Cocaine.
What is most interesting is his choice of place in living. Rather than live in a Catholic City like Philadelphia, St. Louis, San Antonio, or Chicago, where he might not only be around the various influences he praises in his hit-piece, but could also live in a Catholic neighborhood among his co-religionists, instead, he has chosen to live in Los Angeles, a formerly Catholic City that is now much more akin to Sodom. It doesn't help that the other places he praises - San Francisco and Manhattan, are similar abominations before God, where His wrath is only restrained by the presence of a small remnant of faithful. Nor does it help that his case for living in the city is an ability to be around the rich and mighty and around the moral abominations of the earth.
I myself live in a city - Philadelphia - but I do so that I and my family might be able to live among fellow Catholics. If I wanted to be around heathens like he does, I could live anywhere - they are out in the suburbs and countryside too.
I've met other people like him before as well. They seem to actually live in fear that if they venture off the coasts, they are going to be confronted by a couple of Hillbillies and assualted like in Deliverance.