[Luircin]

You don’t need help from me; you’re doing a great job displaying your temper.

***

See? This is what I mean about losing your temper.

You can’t even handle it when I say you’re in schism with Francis. You can’t even handle reading Luther for 20 minutes.

Twenty.

Minutes.

You could have felt smug all night and you couldn’t even think clearly enough to sacrifice TWENTY. MINUTES.

All you can do is throw around petty, childish insults.

You’re never gonna get rid of ‘Bergoglio’ like this. If you go and do the whiny ‘I know you are but what am I’ to your bishop like you just did, you’re gonna get your butt thrown out the door before even two minutes pass.

[ebb tide]

You could have felt smug all night and you couldn’t even think clearly enough to sacrifice TWENTY. MINUTES.

I have better things to do with 20 minutes, like praying a rosary.