This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
Thursday, 5 June 2025
Arthur Roche: an apology
On Tuesday Pope Leo XIV received Cardinal Roche in audience, probably for the first time in his pontificate.
This led to a lot of speculation about the fate of the rotund cardinal - surely it was too soon to
hope for a repeal of Traditionis Custodes?
Mea culpa, I posted on Twitter/X a suggestion that Uncle Arthur had been reassigned to an unknown destination, together with
the following obviously bogus picture (or so I thought).
This somehow went viral (as people say when their posts are making lots of people ill at the same time), and
somehow a rumour went round that the good man was going to the Falkland Islands. I am happy to
confirm that this is not the case. Probably.
Here are a few more doctored photos of Arthur Roche, which I am also happy to admit to.
Only the caption is invented.
A bit of thought-reading.
This one may be genuine.
And while we're celebrating the future ice-skating Bishop of Port Stanley, it would be a pity not
to mention this contribution from @lastenglishking
Tuesday, 3 June 2025
How to be a good pope 2.0
So it has happened. The previous pope (let's call him Fred the Humble) has finally died, and
you have gone through the process involved in choosing a successor.
It was arduous: you were locked in a room with over 100 lunatics (and a few sane people), and told that you could not eat, drink,
or go to the lavatory until a victim had been selected.
After disposing of the silly candidates, such as Pah-Oh-Lin, the financial wizard who wanted China to run the Vatican,
and Raggle-Taggle, the dancer who sang "Imagine" to the conclave before bursting into tears, the choice fell on you.
"Tell me what Eccles says I should do."
What should you do now, apart from prayer? (And don't pray that it was all a bad dream, as it wasn't!)
Well, you must start slowly. Start by pretending that St Fred the Humble is already canonized and is looking
down on the Church benevolently - which he never did when he was alive. You can do this by saying things like
"He has gone back to his Father's House" without mentioning that this is precisely what the Prodigal Son did.
This is called the Heretic of Continuity (memo: check spelling).
So far you have support from the most unlikely sources: traditionalists such as Cardinal Sally of Africa, and
popesplainers such as little Jane Austen of Oxford. But will they continue to support you?
The man from "Where Pachamama Is" is also backing you so far.
Things you must not do, at least not in the first month:
1. Declare Pope Fred the Humble an anti-pope, and have his
corpse taken away in a van (as he did with his predecessor);
2. Sack all the basket cases more controversial appointments,
such as Kisso and Ferrero Rocher;
3. Rush into print with lots of new Apostolic Exhortations
contradicting everything that was said in the last 12 years.
Long-standing readers of this blog will appreciate this meeting with Bishop Campbell.
No, a little diplomacy is needed. Pope Fred contradicted all his predecessors without admitting that he
was doing this, so you can do the same:
1. Say how much you admire Amorous Letitia, but stress the importance of married life and
the evils of divorce.
2. Praise Traditionalists Crushed, but point out that in fact it does not mean that there can
be any restrictions on the Traditional Latin Mass. Which brings us onto the next piece of advice.
3. Do nothing about
the Bishop
of Charlatan in the USA who gets his pastoral ideas from the Gestapo Handbook. You are confident
that the outcry over his wackier edicts, e.g.
Apologies for writing an entirely serious post this time. I am humbled by the fact that the AI program Grok is better at humour than I am. I asked it to write a prayer for humility in the style of P.G. Wodehouse, and it managed this (click to enlarge it): How can I possibly compete?
no suits and ties for men; no silence before Mass - talking to your neighbours is compulsory; guitar and tambourine only - no organ; no male altar-servers, just girls in mini-skirts; women can wear mitres but not mantillas;will soon convince him to look for a job more suited to his talents, such as prison warder. Either that or he'll back down and claim that it was a "draft". An alternative to mantillas. 4. Praise Fiddled Supplies, but interpret it carefully to mean that blessing same-sex couples is a no-no. This may upset Fr Martin James LGBTSJ, but he's already sulking at the prospect of no further photo-opportunities with a pope. 5. It would be going too far to praise Pachamama and Rupnik, but make it known that Pope Fred's views are to be respected. Meanwhile, quietly burn all the idols and lock the sex maniac in a dark dungeon with rats. Don't worry. You probably have plenty of time in which to Make Catholicism Holy Again. I'll be back later with more advice, Holy Father, so watch this space!
Apologies for writing an entirely serious post this time. I am humbled by the fact that the AI program Grok is better at humour than I am. I asked it to write a prayer for humility in the style of P.G. Wodehouse, and it managed this (click to enlarge it): How can I possibly compete?
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