Still harping on the "Ja! Ich bin ein Priest, ja!"-Nightcrawler nonsense, because, honestly, it really, really bothers me. At the end of 106,
he's warbling (quite sensibly) about how he "may never be a priest"; then, in Magik # 1, we see him in a cassock sitting in the priest's side of a confessional.
Nope. No no no. No no no no no.
From the St. Paul Seminary home page (in the bea-yootiful Summit Avenue area of St. Paul, MN), a paraphrase:
candidates for the priesthood need to gain a bachelor's degree BEFORE they undergo FOUR YEARS of "formation," during which, at a minimum, they earn a Master of Divinity degree.
Maybe the six-month thing was supposed to have been a six-year thing. Otherwise, even allowing for
mutant-advancement allowances and waivers (uh huh, sure) and an extremely liberal credit transfer policy at SUNY or any other lovely Empire State citadel of higher learning, there is no way Nightcrawler
can be a priest. No way.
I'm not just irritated by this because I was raised Catholic. It also bothers me that they're (and people that
"they're" any way you like, gentle readers) making light of a "harmless" profession. Just imagine the reaction if Kurt had shown up after a half-year hiatus and announced he was a brain surgeon or a
structural engineer.
I'll be looking into the legal ramifications later, just for yucks, so BEVARE ... BEVARE ... take care....
Mystaque
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