By Stan Guthrie
“In former days, the heretic was proud of not being a heretic,” G.K. Chesterton wrote just over a century ago. “. . . All the tortures torn out of forgotten hells could not make him admit that he was heretical. But a few modern phrases have made him boast of it. He says, with a conscious laugh, ‘I suppose I am very heretical,’ and looks round for applause.”
Chesterton could have had Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta in mind.