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If you haven't caught Dear Reinhard 3 -- "Strudel" yet, the reviews are in. "Bwa ha ha ha! Oh Mr. Bear, this is the finest installment!!!" -- Slate doesn't review SCB, but Seattle kim did. For that matter, the Bear's friend at Mahound's Paradise has discovered his own letter, (somehow) written by our misguided family's dog.
Angry Bear Rant
Speaking of which, biting humor has always been the weapon of the people against the powerful. The Bear believes Cardinal Marx's ideas, such as "we are not a branch of Rome," and his dangerous plans for the Synod on the Family are gravely unsound and he does not appear to be operating in good faith. If a prelate who is threatening schism and wishing to poison the morals of every parish in the Church does not deserve a good Bear-mauling, the Bear does not know who does. There's a point to the satire.
Then there is Archbishop Cupich's indefensible remarks about the Planned Parenthood scandal. That got handled in a different, but equally Bearish way. That made the Bear very angry.
Forty-two youths got mauled by bears just for making fun of the prophet Elisha's baldness!
Look, this is a blog written by a Bear. The larger-than-life Bear personality is part of the schtick. It's not like there's no truth in advertising here. You either appreciate that sort of thing or not. But there's a lot of genuine love for the Church and righteous anger behind it.
Bloggers in ancient times were called prophets. They weren't known for good news and high praise. But, then again, Nebuchadnezzar was building a siege ramp and the king had installed idols in the Temple (yes, The Temple). The Bear is sure there were prophets in those days who said, "Oh, dear, we must be respectful to King Ahaz and never criticize, even though he's installing idols in the Temple." Those bloggers, er, prophets who sucked up to the powerful got killed by fire from heaven.
Sadly, this no longer happens today.
What prompted this rant was the continued navel-gazing in the Catholic blogosphere prompted by Damian Thompson's article about the supposed meltdown of Catholic blogging.
The Bear says, buck up! Take off the gloves and put on the brass knuckles! It's all about the Church! Not tossing posies and rosewater at those bent on demolishing it! With all due respect, the Bear doesn't care how many times you've gone to confession for being angry about some prelate's latest enormity. You should be angry. Making-a-whip-of-cords-and-driving-the-church-tax-recipients-out-of-the-temple angry. St. Paul tells us to be angry, as long as we do not sin. (Ephesians 4:26.) Sad don't feed the bulldog, and qui tacet consenter videtur. If you're not angry, if you're at peace with everything that's going on around you, just wow. You must be Buddha.
Or as Pope St. Pius X put it: "They want to be treated with oil, soap and caresses. But they should be beaten with fists. In a duel, you don't count or measure the blows, you strike as you can."