The last shepherd died, and the quislings of the Wolf managed to get their candidate appointed to the office of shepherd. They chose a man who could be counted upon to speak freely even when he had nothing to say. The new, Foolish Shepherd would sit in the gateways, the marketplaces and the inns, spouting off anything that came into his head.
The spies of the Wolf would provoke the Foolish Shepherd to speak whatever came into his mind. He would often say the most nonsensical things, to his mind exercising his office of Shepherd over the sheep. His voice droned on so continually that the sheep became confused. When they were in danger, the Foolish Shepherd would be speaking his random thoughts better left unsaid, rather than warning them about the danger and guiding them to safety.
In this way, many of the sheep wandered close to the cliffside. Without the accustomed voice of the Shepherd to warn them against danger, more and more of them were falling over the side, just where the Wolf wanted them so he could easily swallow them down without any risk to himself.
The world is waiting for Catholics to clean house.
What are Catholics are waiting for? Is Leviticus 18:22 not clear enough?
My sheep know my voice. They run from the strangers voice.
...who may be at once a true and a false pope.
Schrödingers Pope.
Schism is coming.