The 'conclave' began this scheduled day by a greater number of men in red hat by the hand of the Antipope is not without significance. Indeed, the calendar of the sacred remains still that of our Tridentine calendar of the pre-1950 'reform' which fixes this day, for this year, the Solemnity of the Feast in honor of the traditional second title for St. Joseph - Protector of the Universal Church (and "of Our Order" - RB proper to the "the Order of the Virgin," says Our Lord to our holy Mother Teresa de Jesus).
The Pachapapa presented a dormant 'Joseph' - the 'sleeping Joseph' - as if by his 'dynamic' twist of mockery: look, the "City of Satan" even carried me up to bang my head on the Chair of the Truth and this under the watchfulness of a St. Joseph. And so his gang attempts a second round - but now without cold jitters on their brows: what kind of tragic divine twist hangs over their design under the silent watchfulness of our Great Heavenly Patron. They could not be guessing, for sure they already have sensed a critical stirring up beneath the choice ground of their revolutionary abNormal - divine vengeance silently burrowing at the very foundation of pride to overthrow it most embarrassingly headlong. They'd rather press on hoping against hope defending their well-pronounced self-demolition.