Schönborn has actually been spotted literally doing what clowns do during what passes for a Mass in the midst of the Church’s own alien invasion. Here another photo comparison is surprisingly apt:
When the “great theologian” is not making a fool of himself while committing sacrilege during the Novus Ordo Mass, he is doing the same thing in the temples of other religions, such as the local Sikh temple:
The Austrian government actually subsidizes this clown.
The ringmaster of Circus Bergoglio finds the Killer Kardinal from Modernist Outer Space highly amusing, which is essential for participation in the Circus:
“You’re a scream. You’ve got to present Amoris Laetitia for me!”
As we see in first photo of Schönborn, the “gay-friendly” prelate, who declared that the Phony Synod on the Family should recognize “positive elements” in immoral unions, exhibited an evil, leering, clownish grin during his “official presentation” of Amoris Laetitia (AL)— precisely because AL purports to recognize “positive elements” in immoral unions.
Recall that in the firestorm following the release of AL, Francis immediately deferred to none other than Schönborn on the question whether AL opens the door to communion for public adulterers in “second marriages.” Fittingly for the circus act in progress, Schönborn in turn deferred to Francis, citing AL for the proposition that “in relation to access to the sacraments for people who live in ‘irregular’ situations” Pope Francis rejects “thinking that everything is black and white” and “affirms, in a humble and simple manner, in a note (351) that the help of the sacraments may also be given ‘in certain cases.’”
Schönborn has since insisted that AL is “an act of the magisterium that makes the teaching of the Church present and relevant today.” In Modernist Outer Space, the teaching of the Church ceases to be “present” and “relevant” unless continually updated by bulletins on the latest attempt to accommodate the Church to the Zeitgeist while solemnly affirming “there is no change in doctrine.” Thus Schönborn quotes AL 301, which declares the news that the negative precepts of the natural law are mere “rules” that do not bind those who have “great difficulty” accepting them: “it can no longer simply be said that those in any ‘irregular’ situation are living in a state of mortal sin and are deprived of sanctifying grace. More is involved here than mere ignorance of the rule. A subject may know full well the rule, yet have great difficulty in understanding ‘its inherent values,’ or be in a concrete situation which does not allow him or her to decide differently and act otherwise without further sin.”
If applied to moral precepts generally, this declaration would excuse all sins and would mean in practice the total destruction of the moral order. But Francis evidently thinks he can declare an amnesty for sexual sinners in the name of mercy while continuing mercilessly to condemn those who incur his wrath as “bloodsuckers”, “idolaters”, “Pharisees”, “animals” and so forth.
The endless ecclesial circus of this pontificate features a full complement of Killer Kardinals from Modernist Outer Space, all of them seemingly determined to exterminate what is left of traditional Roman Catholicism on Planet Novus Ordo, including even basic morality. We know them all well. Suffice it to mention here the whiteface clown who enjoys the highest status in the ringmaster’s coterie of auguste and character clowns: the lame amateur saxophonist Cardinal Óscar Rodríguez (“Mad Dog”) Maradiaga, star of the circus act known as the Council of Eight. It was he who hosted a conference of “theologians” in Rome last summer calling upon the Church to abandon her bimillenial prohibition of Holy Communion for public adulterers and to adopt a positive view of “homosexual unions.”
Oddly enough, yet another photo comparison seems apt:
Maradiaga’s sax playing stinks, by the way. Go watch a sample on YouTube if you want a good laugh. And a good laugh is what we need as this comical horror show, like the MGM production, wends its way toward a darkly comical conclusion (after which God will show us the exit from the theatre).
I leave you, dear reader, with a final telling image comparison (cue sound of calliope):
Killer Klowns with clown noses Pope and company with clown noses
What more can one say?