The Kook Wore a Cape
Here's something you don't often see from the progressive end of Catholicism: a gay man so dangerous he never, ever, should've been admitted to a seminary.
That's Ryan Erickson -- the Tribal Chief Poster Nut who killed two and hung himself but cried routinely at the Consecration, called young women "devils" and liked to hide behind "rich and mysterious" ritual. (Ring a bell with anyone?)
Well, here's further proof that The Erickson Show was never about Jesus, it was all about him, because that's what Tribal Chiefs do.
You'll note that he's wearing a cassock with a shoulder cape. Some of you may love that on a priest, but it is a red flag of the strong, repressed, univocal (i.e. boot them out now) clerical closet if ever there were one. It screams "Oh, this one really thinks something of herself" -- from about 15 miles away.
I'd much rather listen to Antony and the Johnsons.
I once saw a priest wearing a cassock with a shoulder cape. If it weren't his mother's funeral (and the cape was probably a solace), I would've ripped it off myself. It's nothing against capes, I'm just defending their honor -- a shoulder cape represents jurisdiction and is proper to bishops -- and mozzette for rectors of Cathedrals and minor Basilicas. Extant those, just because you think you're fabulous doesn't mean you get to assume jurisdictional elements of vesture.
Erickson's supporters still see him as a "faithful priest," which is basically as sensical as giving communion to a dog. But they still hate Vatican II. Par for the course.
And, by the way, rumors of my demise are greatly exaggerated.... Ciao and cheers to all.
PHOTO: Minneapolis Star-Tribune