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Holy Mary, Mother of God!  Is noth­ing sacred?

After the shame­less, pagan idol­a­try of the Dieux Du Stade sporno cal­en­dars, some shame­less Catholic idol­a­try in the form the Cal­en­dario Romano.

Cer­tainly, the images are inspir­ing.  I mean, who wouldn’t want to kneel before these divine young men and receive the body of Christ?

The Mother Church has always under­stood the power of beau­ti­ful things  — and beau­ti­ful young men - to arouse the faith­ful: whether or not the unmar­ried sta­tus of priests means they are closer to God it undoubt­edly means there’s noth­ing between the con­gre­ga­tion and a devoted, pas­sion­ate attach­ment to the star of the smells and bells show.  In fact, the celibacy of priests prob­a­bly pro­vided the inspi­ra­tion for the offi­cial sin­gle­ness of con­tem­po­rary boy­band mem­bers (not to men­tion for­mer celi­bate but still offi­cially sin­gle Mor­ris­sey, who has even appeared onstage dressed as a priest).

But it’s a sign of the times – and Rome’s total impo­tence in the world of images that it used to com­pletely con­trol – that we now have priests being pre­sented as boy-band mem­bers, and appar­ently lov­ing it.  This Masstur­ba­tory mate­r­ial may or may not be offi­cially sanc­tioned, but in sug­gest­ing a Vat­i­can directed by Cadinot, a Roma­sex­ual Chris­tian­ity in which sen­su­al­ity and car­nal­ity are acknowl­edged and cel­e­brated, a world in which priests want to be pout­ing pin-ups, it sud­denly makes Catholi­cism seem almost vital and, that most mod­ern, most holy of acco­lades… sexy.

Which in turn only makes you fully realise how beyond sal­va­tion it is.

Thanks to Bruce Ben­der­son and Shel­ley for alert­ing me to this Cas­suck action