How many times, how many meetings, how many plane trips, how much money, how many cardinals dancing on the head of a pin does it take before we can send that dead synodal horse to the glue factory? And why am I not surprised that, like the Phoenix, it's risen again?
Now the word jargon has a couple of different meanings:
The specialized language of a trade, profession, or similar group, especially when viewed as difficult to understand by outsiders.
That definition is rather reasonable and not pejorative. A computer geek may use language about his work that is Greek to me. But then Greek is Greek to me as well, though it's perfectly comprehensible to someone raised in Greece. I don't understand Russian or Gaelic either. In fact, the only language I speak fluently is English. I have a smattering of French and Spanish, but not enough to converse, and that's about it.
