It’s a liqueur from France, so here goes …
Peut tu me rendre un service et lui combien tu es cher?
Translation:
Can you do us a favor and tell him how expensive you are?
After all, we are Catholics, and we are STILL Catholics because our Faith was never about him. In fact, he proved disgusting very early on in his disgraced tenure with that grandiose persona that reeked of a, “I’m better than you” attitude.
In other words, we never liked or respected him, and we always believed he was the absolute worst successor to Bishop Bernard Schmitt that any Pope could have picked. Bishop Schmitt was a true shepherd for the Diocese of Wheeling-Charleston, but Bransfield pushed us away with his pomposity at every chance.
And Bransfield did not disappoint with his alleged apology about a week ago. No matter he did us dirty for more than a decade, but he leaves it all to OUR wonderment as far as what is too lavish for a man sworn to live in poverty. The fact, according to the released report, he failed to realize that consuming nearly four bottles of Cointreau per week at $40 per bottle, is not normal but excessive and expensive makes us want to pray for him.
But we won’t, most of us anyway, and that’s not because we are being bad Catholics. Instead, it’s because he was never even a sliver of a reason for our Faith. That IS his fault and not our wonderment playing tricks. He closed a high school with a, “You can’t touch me” approach; he created a Bishop’s Fund and used the funds most suspiciously; and he has blamed his aides while continuing his persistent intimidation tactics.
But now he’s had to anger the Pope, hopefully, but if Francis is not infuriated by his continued appalling behavior, we Catholics have bigger problems right now than a sniffy fake who never chose human decency over his own reflection.
Merci beaucoup. Tu le connais mieux que nous.
Translation:
Thank you very much. You obviously knew him better than we ever did.
Sincerely,
The Real Confession Club
