WE INTEGRALIST BIGOTS WITH OUR ROSARIES AND OUR SANTINI
Of Silvana De Mari
Christianity has become a very nice religion, malleable, ductile, questionable, portionable, flexible, compatible with everything and everyone, vegetarian, gay- friendly, sustainable and low impact, low cost, à la carte, ready-to-wear, self service, just take what you want and pay only for that. Christianity has become a snowflake religion (in English Snowflake, a term that indicates someone who melts and spamps if you so much as look at him badly) and above all very gracious priests, some more glossy and some more casual, who present us with their boyfriends who are even cuter than them. We can say that Christianity was brought to the end-of-season sales. A Christianity in pastel shades, delicate and soft like the chasubles used in Dublin, carefully devoid of any Christian symbol ( it is divisive) and closed by a sort of slightly Celtic and slightly esoteric circle.
From Dublin they let us know that "do not commit impure acts" means do not pick your nose. As we sink into a pretty pastel Christianity, round and plump like cotton candy with whipped cream on top, we seemed to remember that we were supposed to be the salt of the earth, something that burns on the wounds, but it sterilizes and cleans: because only through pain and shame is the path to true glory, redemption, purity, that's why you need salt, not cotton candy. It seemed to us that at a certain point Jesus Christ even overturned tables and whipped people and, above all, declared himself the Son of the Father, the Father being the God of Hosts and the One who destroyed Sodom with fire. Read More


