Bishop Chaput and his War on Obama Book, the Way, the Darkness and the Ignorance of a future Fascist America

Benjamin Franklin Parkway, Philadelphia

As you well know I am no fan of Charles Chaput, the present temporary Archbishop of Philadelphia, before his papal reappointment to the Vatican.  In the interim, he is “trying” to clean up the Cesspool at “222” North 17^th Street in Philly, Regional Corporate Headquarters of the global Vatican (for profit) Inc.

I have called him Chief Outtatown in the past referencing hearsay from back there, because of his temporary assignment to Philly to paint a rosy picture and literally cheer on and applaud company perverts like Monsignor Lynn and the kiddie rape ring trial currently going on in the city of brotherly love. His sitting in the chair at Sts. Peter and Paul cathedral reminds me of the phrase from the bible – the Abomination that – is going to cause desolation in Philly IMHO.

That being said, from his past actions in Australia, Denver, Madrid and knife in the back to a dead JFK, I can only imagine that his new e-book essay attack, War on Obama, is "legitimate" considering the source, the pope's official hatchet/hit man. 

Here is an excellent review of Chaput’s current  “religious liberty” book/essay, conservative propaganda in the name of his Christ, not mine.  

Archbishop Chaput Will Have None of Your Lukewarm Catholicism

http://blogs.phillymag.com/the_philly_post/2012/03/30/archbishop-chaput-lukewarm-catholicism/

A good read.

That’s some tough talk, and in the course of Chaput’s compact essay, he smartly and eloquently states his case for what he sees as a growing sense of religious intolerance in this country, stoked by an ill-informed and biased media and a populace that’s turned its collective back on faith. He writes of “the inhuman parody we call ‘modern American culture’” and “sexual minorities [who] now routinely use the state’s power and friendly mass media to break down traditional definitions of marriage and family.” Chaput wistfully remembers the good old days, “when the word gay had more connection to joy than sexual identity.”

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