By Diogenes ( articles ) | Aug 23, 2005
Just a week ago, I met Raymond Flynn, who was the [U.S. ambassador to the Holy See] under Clinton. He also spoke at my college graduation. I was part of a group that was reading a screenplay he has underway, based on his novel, The Accidental Pope. This accidental Pope, a widower from Boston, champions the cause of women's ordination, among other things.
One of my notes on the screenplay was that he needed to consider his audience: his protagonist would not appeal, for instance, to the 1 million people gathered in Cologne this month. Flynn seemed shocked. As he looked around the room at a dozen of us twenty- and thirty-somethings, he flat out asked us: "You mean women's ordination is not an issue that you feel passionate about?" And we universally shook our heads. It was like an epiphany for him. I went on to say that his protagonist might have looked like a hero in 1962, but not today. What he didn't seem to understand is that our generation feels like survivors of the sexual revolution, not its advocates.
Not having read the novel, I can't say whether Flynn sympathizes with his counter-Catholic pope or not. But Flynn's bewilderment betrays the anguish of a man pretzeled into self-contradiction by the contortions required to sell the Clinton agenda to the Holy See.
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