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The Cardinal Vicar

(With Apologies to Dostoyevsky and Nods to Jean Raspail and Monsignor Benson)

“Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish . . . ”

—Psalm 2:12

Twenty-one centuries will have passed since He promised to come in His glory, 21 centuries since His prophet wrote, “Behold, I come quickly.”  For centuries, then, men had beseeched Him with faith and fervor, “O Lord our God hasten Thy coming.”  And He in His infinite mercy will come down to them.  And that is just what will happen, believe me; He will show Himself, if only for a moment, to His people.

My story takes place in Rome, in the grimmest days of the fin de siècle 2000’s, when the European Union will have been moved there from Brussels after the declaration of sharia in Benelux and the setting up of cantons for E.U. citizens throughout the old Union in Western and Central Europe.  In most of Italy, there was no immediate danger of this, as the emergency coalition government of the 30’s (all the parties except the Christian Democrats and Islamists) had adopted a policy of massive immigration to Central and Southern Italy of East Timorese and Filipinos in order to avoid the fate of the now separate Islamic states in the north of the peninsula, united politically with the Albanian-run Islamic states of the Eastern Adriatic.  Although North American President-for-Life Jenna...

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