I have a feeling that the busy little bees (also known as the Catholic Taliban) will soon be swooping down, all hyped-up and outraged in defense of Queen and Faction. They'll do their best Peter Tatchell impersonations -- well, Tatchell plus four walls and a boatload of angst-ridden hypocrisy, but oh well.
One thing which has never ceased to amaze me is how the politics of personal destruction has become, in some sick minds, a weapon to use in what's supposed to be a dialogue of faith. If you don't agree with what you hear, moral code be damned -- attack to the death, defame your conversation partner's integrity, faith and reputation, condemn him to hell and wave his scalp in the air. This is what happens when Republicans anoint themselves as God's party....
As if God were a warmonger idiot.
So long as some among us think they'll change minds by ceaselessly defining their opponents as opposed to themselves, it's regrettable to conclude that, thanks to such manipulation, there will be no peace. Nor charity. Nor truth.
And all of us are worse off for the lack of those.