The latest Masculinist has some intriguing ideas, one of which made me think immediately of Sanityville (!). Maybe I should type two exclamation marks, or three (!!!) because Renn was quoting a Roman whose anecdote is the very thing that made me think of this place and its inhabitants (!!!). Without further ado, here’s that quote from the papist:
The first time I ever heard the truth about Cardinal Theodore McCarrick, the former archbishop of Washington, D.C., finally exposed as a sexual predator years into his retirement, I thought I was listening to a paranoiac rant.
It was the early 2000s, I was attending some earnest panel on religion, and I was accosted by a type who haunts such events — gaunt, intense, with a litany of esoteric grievances. He was a traditionalist Catholic, a figure from the church’s fringes, and he had a lot to say, as I tried to disentangle from him, about corruption in the Catholic clergy. The scandals in Boston had broken, so some of what he said was familiar, but he kept going, into a rant about Cardinal McCarrick: Did you know he makes seminarians sleep with him? Invites them to his beach house, gets in bed with them …
At this I gave him the brushoff that you give the monomaniacal and slipped out.
That was before I realized that if you wanted the truth about corruption in the Catholic Church, you had to listen to the extreme-seeming types, traditionalists and radicals, because they were the only ones sufficiently alienated from the institution to actually dig into its rot. (This lesson has application well beyond Catholicism.)
That last sentence - This lesson has application well beyond Catholicism - is the one that reaches out to enfold Sanityville. It also made me think (I was in a droll mood, dontcha know) that the ministry headed up by Sanityville’s patriarch could aptly be named the Oratory of St. Cassandra.