A “dry drunk” is an alcoholic who doesn’t drink but who nevertheless behaves with bitterness, resentment, and anger. Greg Erlandson, publisher of Our Sunday Visitor, thinks that “dry drunk” accurately describes a number of “doctrinaire Catholics who hold all the ‘right’ positions and say all the ‘right’ things, yet exhibit an angry, sour attitude that seems the opposite of Christian joy or an evangelizing spirit.”
They do not so much engage culture as demand its unconditional surrender, and they take greater satisfaction in elaborating on sin and its punishments than on the beauty of the Savior. They tend to be all Inferno and little Paradiso. . . .
The blogosphere has become a veritable catch basin of these folks. Unedited, unrestrained and unhappy with the state of the Church and the world, they obsessively chronicle every twisted phenomenon, every perversion, every disillusioning anecdote. They fancy themselves proclaiming truth to power — the emperor is wearing no clothes. The trouble is, they can’t take their eyes off the emperor.
We need prophets, says Erlandson, “but I find the most effective ones are those who manifest God’s love most eloquently.”