And as a Lenten Friday treat (since you'll be fasting from grosser food for the flesh, and will need to stock up on calories for your spirit as compensation), and because Mollie Wilson O'Reilly's commentary at Commonweal about Benedict's
resignation (his abdication, the top-perch fellows in the birdcage would have us say) is just so darned witty, here's a second birdcage dropping today:
Peggy Noonan’s gushing is certainly (even more) embarrassing in retrospect. (I do love her image of BXVI "bearing away" the burden of the sex-abuse crisis as he goes—more than a bit reminiscent of her suggestion that the United States ought to "just keep walking" past and away from the evidence of its recourse to torture and abuse.)
I agree: embarrassing. Wonder why Ms. Noonan seems just so fascinated with the idea of walking right by reality, or in Benedict's case, bearing reality away as the red slippers exit the papal chambers.
I gather that reality itself may be the problem?