THE DAY last year when “Pope” Francis joined with Buddhist monks in prayer was not particularly unusual. It was yet another public and triumphant avowal of the ecumenism — just a fancy word for good, ol’ polytheism — that typified his reign and those of his Vatican II predecessors.

But still it was shocking. The Great Betrayal of the Modernists, as I wrote at the time, displayed its characteristic audacity. To the Modernist, it is mean and “rigid” not to embrace the gods of other religions. All gods are good.

We have descended into heathenism all because Catholics were afraid of being called mean, such was their vanity, such was their immersion in the things of this world at the expense of their spiritual values.

They have callously abandoned the followers of other religions to a wilderness, a jungle with no clear path to union with God.

Modernism, thou art cruel! With sweet smiles and twisted rhetoric, thou kill! Truth is a rock, and thou art a murderer of souls.