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The whole world is watching. 

If you read blogs you know the liturgy police are out in full force critiquing every little detail of the papal liturgy…  All the experts are on top of it.

Usually, only the uninvited criticize the parties they can’t attend, while the invited are just happy to be there and be near the guest of honor.

When I say I’m so sick of this pope bull shit - I really mean the rude people insulting the guest of honor by their constant complaining and nit picking.  Is everything in the Church a performance to be critiqued?  Can’t people watch, listen, participate - even worship first, and then discuss the faux pas later?  At least let the guest return home before the murmuring begins.  (Foreign press excepted - they are watching from afar.) 

The following comment from Vox Nova makes the point better than I can:

 Morning’s Minion Says:
April 18, 2008 at 10:13 am

It’s amazing. I came back from the Mass on such a high. The feeling in the stadium was one of pure joy, the woship of the universal Church (in all its divesity) in the presence of the Holy Father. Now, some of the music was not to my taste, but so what? I was just one of 50,000. I know most people I talked to really liked it. And then I come home, and see the blogs. The usual suspects start their sniping. Honestly, they remind me of bitter old geezers who infiltrate neighborhood associations to promote their selfish agendas, and whose only contribution is negative– to complain and moan. It’s the bitterness that gets me, the lack of charity. How ironic that the pope preached a homily against the divisions in the US church, and this is what the blogosphere focuses on. - Vox Nova

Blog wars.  (Continued)

I wrote about the issue a couple of times in the last few weeks, here, and here,  - although I never intended to come down too hard on the Cafeteria Is Closed blog - but now, Roman Catholic Blog  has found the story, and has made it clear - in no uncertain terms - why the Cafeteria has re-opened - and what is wrong with the food Gerald is serving.

“I’ll get a blood test.”