Trust me, you are going to want to read this.

A new article appeared last week (January 31, 2010) in the Spanish newspaper, El Mundo. It is entitled "The Legionary who died four times and did not want to go to confession". I am going to try to translate it little by little. Be patient, please. It is long and a difficult translation, but I will do my best and post it a bit at a time before joining it together.

And it is gut wrenching for me that I ever believed any the bull-shit of the Legion of Christ.

In the mean time, you can read the original in Spanish here.

Here goes:

ANIVERSARIO / DOS AÑOS SIN MARCIAL MACIEL
ANNIVERSARY / TWO YEARS WITHOUT MARCIAL MACIEL

El legionario que murió cuatro veces y no quiso confesarse Hasta ahora se sabía, gracias a «Crónica», que tuvo al menos seis hijos y varias identidades. En el segundo aniversario del fallecimiento del fundador de los Legionarios de Cristo revelamos sus últimas horas, con la presencia de un exorcista

The Legionary who died four times and did not want to go to confession. Up until now, thanks to the "Cronica", it is known that he had at least six children and various identities. On the second anniversary of the death of the founder of the Legion of Christ, we reveal his last hours, in the presence of an exorcist.

IDOIA SOTA | JOSÉ M. VIDAL

El día que Marcial Maciel murió, se oyó, como en Pedro Páramo, un murmullo insistente como el que hace el viento al azotar las ramas de un árbol en la noche. Al afinar el oído, al igual que en la obra de Juan Rulfo, aquel bisbiseo apretado como un enjambre se definió en palabras casi vacías de ruido y llenas de piedad: «Ruega a Dios por nosotros».

The day that Marcial Maciel died, like in Pedro Paramo, a insistent whisper was heard as that which the wind makes when it whips the branches of a tree in the night. When we tune our hearing, just like in the above mentioned novel by Juan Rulfo, this murmur, pressed like a swarm of insects, comes together as words almost empty of sound, and full of piety: "Pray for us".

El día que Marcial Maciel murió (ayer se cumplieron dos años), la lujosa casa legionaria de Jacksonville (Florida) se convirtió en un ir y venir de hombres ensotanados. Todavía hoy conservan un rictus extraño en su rostro. Una mueca en la que se adivina que el final de Marcial Maciel hace justicia a una existencia vivida con exceso y fuera de toda ley, civil o divina. Algo horrible ocurrió en la habitación donde el fundador de los Legionarios de Cristo expiró.

The day that Marciel Maciel died (yesterday it made two years), the luxurious Legionary house in Jacksonville (Florida) was converted into a constant flow of cassocked men. Even to this day, they have a strange look on their faces. A sign in which we can guess that the Marcial Maciel's end does justice to an excess laden existence, lived totally on the margin of any civil or divine law. Something horrible happened in the room where the founder of the Legionaries of Christ died.