Are Nuns "God's Punchline"?
In one of those periodic
"two minute hate" passing as "humor,"
the New Yorker has published an article depicting Pope Benedict's recent use of 'twitter." It contains such gems as:
- Sometimes, when I’m all alone, I like to put on my cassock and spin around really fast and pretend I’m a tepee.
- During a papal audience, I put folks at ease by asking, “Are you gay?” Then I say, “Kidding!” Then I go, “No, seriously, are you gay?”
- It’s hard to tell all the cardinals apart, so sometimes I put different dinosaur stickers on their backs.This is so embarrassing, but whenever I see Orthodox Jews I always think they’re waiters.
- If people ask, “Why does God allow war and evil?,” I ask, “Why do the high-school students on ‘Glee’ look forty?”
- When I stand on my balcony and wave to the faithful and millions more via satellite, I think, Kate Middleton must hate me!
- If someone questions papal infallibility, I reply, “I know one thing for sure: you shouldn’t be wearing horizontal stripes.”
- When I ponder why I was elected Pope over so many others, I wonder if it’s just a popularity contest. Then I think, Gosh, I hope so.
- Proof of God’s existence: St. Patrick’s is right next to Saks.
- Certain Christians think that they have to attend church only on Christmas and Easter, and I have a word for those people: lucky.
- Whenever people doubt that angels are real, I ask them, “Excuse me, but have you seen the Jonas Brothers in concert?”
- I hate to say it, but nuns are God’s punch lines.
- Michele Bachmann is not Satan. Satan doesn’t have split ends.
And:
- I loved that best-seller about the boy who momentarily died and went to Heaven, but all I wanted to ask was, “Did He say anything about me?”
- I counsel couples who are about to marry, “If it feels good, stop.”
- Nancy Grace: perfect name for a gay Pope?
Funny stuff. I'm waiting for the New Yorker piece that shows Obama twittering about his secret love for watermelons and how he really likes to sing minstrel songs.
Oh, wait, that wouldn't be funny would it? It might seem to be a racist attack masquerading as humor, perhaps?
But the New Yorker has no problem depicting the Pope as being fashioned-obsessed, gay-obsessed, celebrity-obsessed and doesn't like conservative women and likes shopping and thinks that women religious are total jokes.
Hmmm... does he sound, I don't know, maybe, totally gay?
Is there, perhaps, an agenda here besides good humor? Might the New Yorker be catering to a kind of bigotry prevalent in upper-class, elite, Eastern enclaves? Would anyone be surprised to find out that the author of this piece
is a jewish, homosexual playwright?
Ethnic humor is difficult. When it comes from inside, it can be a celebration of our uniqueness. From the outside, it can be used to put a group into a box and invite everyone to laugh at that group. The entirety of Rudnick's humorous take on Benedict's twitter had the cumulative effect of the latter on me.
It's not that I put jokes at the expense of Catholicism automatically off-limits. Despite my better judgment, I found
"Dogma" funny because it was so over the top and seemed innocent of any real agenda. On the other hand, after listening to a ten minute series of drunk Irish jokes at one Rotary meeting on a St. Patrick's day, I found myself actually feeling insulted for being Irishman for the first time in my life.
Rudnick's schtick remind me of
this ugly bit of bigotry by anti-catholic bigot Matt Taibbi.
Nuns are not God's punchline. They are, for the most part, a model of devotion. It is part of Catholic tradition that we do not distinguish between the Church and ourselves. An insult to the Church is an insult to the body of Christ which is an insult to Catholics. It was not for nothing that Christ's initial reproach to Paul on the road to Damascus was "Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?"
Catholics should not permit hit and run, passive aggressive attacks on their faith to pass by without challenge out of fear that they will be accused of not having a sense of humor. That's the tactic of bullies - pick on someone, define them as the Other, and then protest that it was all a joke when they get called on their behavior.