The Pope, fresh from pissing off the Turks has now pissed off the Cheese Eating Surrender Monkeys with the Vatican’s ‘no poofters’ rule.
For centuries, France has named its ambassador to the Holy See under a process that is as smooth, classy and predictable as the ticking of an antique clock.
Tradition dictates that the appointee is a conservative, senior diplomat – a decent chap who’s on his last posting before retirement and deserves a job with perks, flunkies and not too much work.
The appointment is approved by the French President, then the bureaucratic machinery whirrs silently into gear. The papal envoy in Paris, the Apostolic Nuncio, is informed. He tells the church hierarchy in Rome, which rubber-stamps the President’s choice.
Staff at the French embassy to the Holy See then put a final polish to the Villa Bonaparte, an 18th century edifice decorated in fine Empire style, to prepare for His Excellency and his spouse.
The protocols of these changeovers are almost set in stone. After all, France has had diplomatic relations with the Holy See since the fifth century with only a few breaks, and enjoys status in the Vatican as “the eldest daughter of the Church”, a reflection of the historic loyalty of French Catholics.
But this year has brought a traumatic and very public bust-up.
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