Guest Post by Caitlin Johnstone
(A warning to my kind-hearted readers, there’s some heavy stuff in here. If you have any trauma around rape or suicide, please be gentle with your good self and maybe give this one a miss.)
After being convicted of one count of sexual penetration of a child under 16 and four counts of committing an indecent act with, or in the presence of, a child, Cardinal George Pell spent the first of what may be many nights in jail. While he lay there in his jail cell, my darling uncle’s body lay in a morgue.
Pell’s meteoric rise to the top of the Roman Catholic hierarchy was due in part to his ruthless management of rape and sexual abuse victims. He devised what came to be known as the Melbourne Response, which kept damage to the Church at a minimum by capping the payouts to $50,000 and later $75,000 and requiring victims to sign a silencing agreement. He saved the Church untold millions in compensation and incalculable damages in reputation. The Vatican took notice, and it was only a decade or so before he was tapped to manage the entire financial affairs of the Vatican under the lofty title of “Prefect of the Secretariat for the Economy”, making him the third most powerful priest, only two steps down from the Pope.
Meanwhile, down at the other end of this heady world of high finance, my uncle was being handed out a mere $3,000 by the Church. Why? As a pay-off for being raped when he was just a little boy by serial pedophile Father Daniel Hourigan.
For this paltry sum he had to sign a strict confidentiality agreement, and from that day on until the day he died last week — via an on-again, off-again battle with drugs, alcohol, depression and paranoia — he was convinced he was being watched and monitored by the Church. Maybe he was, who knows, but they almost certainly planted the idea that he was going to be observed carefully, which is in many ways as torturous as the act.
Even if he had have put his head up above the trench and taken them on, he would have faced a monumental task. When Pell moved to Sydney to be Archbishop, he oversaw the development of a cunning and lopsided legal strategy known as the “Ellis Defence.” A victim with the surname Ellis attempted to sue the Church for sexual abuse as a child, but because of the tricksy configuration of its legal status as an unincorporated association, the victim could not sue because the priest was dead. Until very recently, the courts could do nothing but throw up their hands. He had no one to sue.
After successfully defending against Ellis, Pell spent a further $1.5 million of the Church’s money pursuing him through the courts, subpoenaing his former colleagues, boss and ex-wife for statements in an attempt to sue and destroy him, even though the internal Church findings had already found that Ellis had in all probability been abused. Once Ellis finally lost Pell’s vindictive lawsuit against him, Pell then pursued him for costs.
Pell was not seeking money; he was sending a message. It was his masterful manipulation of the narrative for which he was valued at the highest echelons of the Vatican. Even today, even after he has been convicted of raping and molesting children, many very powerful people have come out to defend him. Former Prime Minister John Howard endorsed a convicted pedophile by writing a character reference to try and secure him a lighter sentence. Today. In 2019.
My uncle was the last in a family of ten. My mother was nineteen years old when he was born, and he loved her so much that one time when he was about two he smuggled himself into the back seat of her car as she left the family home to travel back to the town where she was teaching. She got the shock of her life and nearly ran off the road when twenty minutes or so down the track he suddenly popped up behind her and said, “I go back and live with you!”
Because he was so much younger, he was more like a cousin than an uncle to me. Seven years my elder, I idolized him, and thought he was a real-life comedian. He was so kind, too. He’d take me, some of my siblings and some of my other cousins on a day out to the two-dollar shops, and after considerable perusing, we’d get to pick whatever we liked. That was back when everything really was two dollars, and I guess it was a pretty cheap outlay for him. For five of us he’d only need to spend $10 and we all thought he was Santa Claus, but still, he would’ve been just 18 or 19 at the time. What 19 year-old spends his spare money and time on 12 year-olds? Such a beautiful generous soul.
Twelve years old. I was the same age as he was when his whole life was yanked out from underneath him.
My uncle was sweet and funny and kind, but his most outstanding attribute was that ineffable, unfakeable, elusive quality of charisma. He had it in spades. From when he was tiny, if he entered a room, all eyes were on him. And he didn’t mind it one bit.
He was always gay. Even my staunchly Catholic Nana admitted that, when he finally came out in his thirties. It was baked in from the get-go. My mum was the one who was given the onerous task of telling their parents. My uncle had been on a two-week bender and had gone missing for three days when he finally came crying to my mother that he needed to come out to their parents and could she please do it for him because he couldn’t face them.
Mum picked up the phone, quaking from head to toe, and rattled the landline in the tiny little cottage in a fishing town on the Ninety Mile Beach where they had grown up on sea air and bream. After years of the Church hammering the terrifying notion of hell for homosexuals into the hearts and minds of my fisherfolk grandparents, it was really difficult for them to hear this. They were petrified for him! To their credit, they evolved, but it was so hard for everyone and it needn’t have been.
That wasn’t the shame that killed him though. It tortured him, sure, but his effusive indomitable spirit was far stronger than that.
No, what killed him was a sunny day in the late seventies where he was attending an ordination with my grandparents. My uncle had celebrated his twelfth birthday just five days before and was hanging around his mother’s skirts at the afternoon tea when Hourigan persuaded him to come up to the presbytery with him so he could give him a special prayer card. I’m sure Nana didn’t think anything of it. Priests were pretty much considered infallible, and my grandparents were deeply trusting and faithful people.
He took him to his bedroom, closed the door, ripped down that poor little boy’s pants, and raped him. When my uncle finally started to talk about it to the family just six months ago, he said he was utterly confused at the time about what was happening. Understandably, he didn’t know anything about sex at all, so it was just this terrifying jumble of overwhelming sensory inputs that he had no conceptual understanding of.
As soon as this brute was finished, he told this little boy that they both had done a very bad thing, and they both should pray for their souls immediately. So he made him kneel down next to him and he led him in a fervent prayer so that they both might not be sent to hell for the terrible thing they had both done.
Oh the rage I feel right now just typing those things. That poor, poor boy. That evil psychopathic monster.
He gave him the prayer card that he promised him, and they went back to the party. And the priest continued to mingle with the crowd, including that little boy’s devout parents, as if nothing had happened. How brazen is that?
No one noticed, or at least those that did notice did not say anything. Because of the way that confession works in the Catholic tradition, it’s highly likely that every one of those priests would’ve known that this kind of thing could happen. Every single one of those priests who were in attendance at that ordination (and there would have been at least a few dozen) knew that sexual predators walked among them, and every one of them would have known that a child alone in the presbytery with a priest was in danger of being raped.
I don’t think many of us Catholics and ex-Catholics have really grokked into that fully yet. But because of the sacrament of confession and the way it builds a network of secrets and compromising material there really is no way that any working priest could not have known that this was a possibility, even back then.
Not long after that, my uncle was sent to a boarding college run by the De La Salle brothers not far from my family home. It was called St Bede’s, and ironically it had been started in 1938 by, among others, one of Australia’s most notorious pedophile brothers, Brother Fintan. But we didn’t know that at the time.
In those days, George Pell was not only the Bishop for the Southern Region of Melbourne, but also the Parish Priest of Mentone, and the Chaplain of both St Bede’s and my all-girls Catholic high school. He would sanctimoniously turn up to do our opening Mass and say all sorts of gross and sexist things, always, always, always referring to us young girls’ futures with the phrase, “When you go out into the world and become mothers, teachers, nurses, wives…”
I don’t really know what went on at St Bede’s, and now I probably never will, but I’ve heard word spreads fast amongst pedophile communities that a child has been groomed, and my uncle quickly became the brothers’ favorite. He was awarded head boarder in his final year. I feel sick in my belly at the thought of that now.
He drank a lot and smoked a lot of weed, but everyone does here when you’re young (in fact it’s almost culturally unacceptable not to), so his addictions went unnoticed for quite a few years. He put on a lot of weight too, perhaps a subconscious attempt to make himself less attractive to predators. But consciously he hated his body shape and he was always on some sort of diet. It wasn’t until he finally surfaced after going missing for three days, and his counsellor insisted that he had to come out to his parents, that the family knew the extent of his drug problem.
But it wasn’t the drink or the drugs that killed him.
It must’ve been about that time that he received his paltry payout in exchange for his silence. And not long after that, my uncle was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. In defiance of all statistical probabilities, two of the ten siblings have it, as well as my great aunty and a first cousin of mine. They say it’s not genetic, but I dunno.
In any case, terrible as it was, it was not the MS that killed him.
On the up side he got sober and he met a wonderful man who eventually became my uncle too. He was the perfect fit, and they built a fabulously eccentric life together full of drag shows and drama and marvelous dinner parties, a quirky side-show being two little doggies they treated like royalty.
My uncle was pretty much back to his old self. He still loved a two-dollar shop, and he would throw a party for us nieces and nephews and give all our kids a “showbag” each of the most wonderfully kitschy bits of crap. His partner gave him the confidence to let the family in, little-by-little, to his fantastically exotic drag queen lifestyle.
I never got to see him in drag. He showed me videos, and I’ve seen plenty of pictures, but I never witnessed him really let rip on stage. Right now just that one singular fact seems utterly devastating to me. There was so much of my uncle that we were only just getting to see! So much of his rich inner world that has been expunged.
I just adored him, but his relationship with me seemed very complicated at his end. He was surprisingly conservative politically, and despite all the Church had done to him and continued to do, he was very Catholic up until very recently, so maybe that had something to do with it. He would block me and unblock me on Facebook for seemingly no reason. One time he took me along to his AA meeting and I felt so chuffed that he was being so open with me and I plied him with affection. A few months later, he had me blocked and was avoiding me at family gatherings. Nothing had happened at my end. Another time he invited me to walk with him at the Mardi Gras gay pride parade, and while we were happily strolling along he told me I was the first family member who had walked with him. I was so thrilled to be allowed to be so close! But again, it didn’t last long.
About half a year ago, his partner made a frantic phone call to my mother and said that my uncle had been getting a lot worse lately and he needed to tell the whole family something that was shocking but which we all needed to know. That was when we found out about the rape. By then, my uncle had become so paranoid that he was convinced that the Church had hired people to live across the road and spy on him. Further, his drinking and smoking was exacerbating his MS, and he was getting so high he was having waking nightmares about the priests coming to get him. It was scaring the shit out of his partner, who realised that the only way the love of his life had a chance at getting better was to face up to what had happened. So he told us. About how, forty years ago, a little fellow’s life had been derailed by a monster.
My mum cried her eyes out when she heard. We all did. That beautiful little boy. That gigantic bright light. A life ruined.
A lot of things happened very fast then. There was a lot of healing. His behavior suddenly made a whole lot more sense to us, and all the arguments and erraticism was instantly forgiven. But every day, in the wake of the Royal Commission into Child Sexual Abuse, there was more news in the papers about Pell and those pedophile priests, and it was constantly triggering him. He decided he needed more space away from his hectic social life and away from the perceived judgement of his friends and family.
So from bustling inner-city Melbourne the couple made the sudden and dramatic move up to a sleepy village in far north New South Wales in an effort to give him the time and space he needed to heal. They moved into this beautiful art deco “Queenslander” style house, the kind that is up high on stilts to capture the breeze and keep it cool. They were surrounded by beauty and warmth, and now, in the deafening silence of the country town, my uncle could only hear his demons.
It still proved too much.
About three weeks ago, his partner rang my mum crying and asking her to come up and help them. My uncle was smoking so much dope and taking so many prescription meds that he was catatonic most of the time, and his partner didn’t know how much more he could cope with. Mum got on the next plane, and when she arrived at the airport her brother broke down in tears. She mothered them both up and got them talking to each other, and when she left, she thought he was going to be okay.
He was not going to be okay.
A few days later, his partner was out and got a frantic phone call from a mutual friend interstate saying that my uncle was texting dark messages declaring he was going to commit suicide. In a very wise move, instead of rushing home, his partner rang the police instead. That meant that my uncle would be taken immediately to hospital and then to a mental health facility. The thinking was that, despite all his charisma, he wouldn’t be able talk his way out of it, and would finally get the professional help he needed.
Or so everyone thought.
But he did talk his way out of it. Within a day or two he had staff sitting on his bed laughing at his jokes. When he was summoned to a meeting — where his partner was trying hard to convince the head doctor that he needed much, much more time than a few days’ rest and treatment — he walked in still holding court with giggling nurses and a smiling doctor in tow. “He’s fine!” they insisted.
He was not fine.
Last Thursday morning, his partner went out to get some lunch things from the supermarket. He was only gone an hour. By the time he came back, my darling uncle was hanging from a rafter at their beautiful art deco Queenslander style house, the kind that is high up on stilts. He had been up there so long he was already purple.
And I am beyond devastated. Beyond sad. Beyond grief stricken. Beyond angry. There is an eerily unmoving rage within me.
Tonight, George Pell sits in a jail cell while my uncle lies in the morgue, just one of the many, many victims who died of drug overdose or suicide due to the highly organized pedophile ring that is better known as the Roman Catholic Church. Such is the devastation of young boys’ and girls’ trust being brutalized beyond repair that there are men now barely out of their forties who have lost a third of their classroom buddies to suicide.
It really is hard to wrap your head around what extraordinary ongoing damage has been done to countless generations of Catholics and of indigenous people through the missions. The Catholic Church has broken so many people, and in turn, their families have been torn apart too. He never had a chance. We never had a chance.
His parents did everything right; they were faithful to the core and the Church betrayed that trust in the most unimaginably evil way. Such were the layers of Church-instilled shame around homosexuality that got mixed up in the crimes of an evil pedophile that he never had a chance to unpack it all. It was just too much.
Seventeen years after he was raped, his attacker, Father Hourigan, died in mysterious circumstances. On 15 September 1995, detectives charged Hourigan with one incident of sexual penetration of a boy (not my uncle) and were preparing to lay further charges relating to three other boys. Three days later, on September 18, Hourigan died suddenly and unexpectedly, aged 65.
A death notice said he had died “peacefully”, and relatives attributed the death to a “heart attack”. On September 22, fellow priests traveling to the funeral began hearing via news bulletins on their car radios that he had been charged with child sex offences. But strangely, considering the circumstances, no autopsy was held to ascertain levels of medication, drugs or alcohol to determine if, as many suspected, it may have been suicide. It meant that, even if my uncle had managed to push through and seek justice, because of Pell’s artful dodging with the “Ellis Defence”, he would have had no one to sue.
The Catholic Church murdered my uncle, as surely as if they had tied the noose themselves. It was a long, drawn-out treacherous act and it took forty years to complete, but they did it. They snuffed out that beautiful spirit.
And all I can think about the Church right now is, “Burn it down.”
There is no good to be found here. No babies in the bathwater. My message to the priests: give the buildings back to the communities who paid for them; give the gold and riches back to the countries they were stolen from; get out of people’s bedrooms and out of women’s lives; take off your frocks and your stupid hats, and go get a real job if anyone will have you.
The Roman Catholic Church has raped and pillaged its way across our planet for two thousand years, and over that immense span of time it has not grown any less savage than when it was burning and torturing heretics and heathens to death. It has only adapted to become more cosmetically appealing to modern sensibilities. It’s all about the brand.
An understanding of what rape is and why it is wrong has only very recently in our species’ history begun moving into the forefront of our collective consciousness, and the Church has failed utterly and completely to join the rest of society in that evolution. We must therefore discard it for the obsolete cultural relic that it is, like a child’s clothing that has been outgrown.
Burn it down. Let us purge the toxic mind virus of that ancient rape cult from our systems forever, and stride boldly into the future unencumbered by its malignancy.
Amen.
~
A poem my mother wrote when she first learned of the abuse:
Bless me Father, for I have sinned,
And this is my Confession
I am guilty of aggression,
Swore once or twice
Wasn’t very nice
Complained about the roast
Didn’t eat my toast
Didn’t say my prayers,
Ran up and down the stairs
Bless me father, for I have sinned.
I was a happy boy and life was simple
Indoctrinated by the priests
Who were Gods’ earthly symbol
They were consecrated and venerated
I believed it all, there was no escape
Until that wicked man committed rape
Then evil unmitigated,
My childhood obliterated
Left me broken, all bent and hollow
To suffer life in the years that follow.
Son I have sinned against you,
Abused and raped you
Simply because I could do
Left you nowhere to escape to
While I indulged my sexual fantasy
Sinfully betrayed your family
Led you to a life of insanity.
And I did it with impunity
Because you were beholden unto me
I, who was ordained to converse with Deity
Not sorry for the pain I wrought
Simply sorry that I got caught
Fuck you father because you have sinned!
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I hope that was cathartic for the writer.
Paedophiles need to be beaten to a bloody fucking pulp and then sent to a dangerous prison so they may experience sexual victimhood in-person. Brutally. Often.
(And no Masters of Arts degrees in Gender Studies programs either. Deep coal mines with large daily production quotas have a cleansing effect on even the most hardcore violent convict.)
It is exactly because of non-consequentiality that every sort of crime continues to grow. Until real punishment is returned to the criminal justice business, er system, expect no changes.
Shut it down. The Catholic Church has no legitimacy.
If you know any Catholics, ask if they’ve ever read the Bible. I’ve never met one who has. A few might have read one or more of the Gospels, but the entire Bible… haven’t met one yet.
Free Republic
Pedophilia Only a Catholic Sin?
August 14th, 2009 | Kevin Roeten
Pedophilia Only a Catholic Sin?
It turns out pedophilia is an incorrect term, and Catholics aren’t responsible for most of it.
Shockingly, AP breaks out of their typical liberal mold and reports Insurance companies shed light on extent of sex abuse in Protestant churches, that sexual abuse of minors has been rampant. But in their statement, they indirectly say members of the Catholic Church are not the majority abusers.
AP discusses the raw numbers from three companies that insure the majority of protestant churches in America (Church Mutual, Guide One, and Brotherhood Mutual), and typically receive 260 reports/yr of people under 18 being sexually abused. Compare that with ~228 credible accusations/yr against Catholic clerics since 1950 (documented abuse records).
Together with that information, it is known that the Catholic Church greatly outnumbers any specific Protestant denomination, and the data for Protestant churches is available only for the last seven years. Ever since the first sexual abuse cases had been reported, Catholics have had requirements: 1) police background check done on all volunteers,including priests, 2) a second person be present at all religious functions, and 3) all personnel involved with minors must take routine checks with Protecting God’s Children.
Without a doubt, sexual abuse of a minor is one of the most despicable crimes and sins that man can perpetrate. But predators seem to thrive in an atmosphere where the base congregation is one of the most trusted organizations that exist.
Philip Jenkins, in his 1996 book Pedophiles and Priests, [[link edited for length]], looked at the problem objectively and dispassionately. Jenkins (who is not Catholic) found that true pedophilia is extremely rare, and perhaps more common among Protestant clergy, and is even more common among married laymen.
He found that in most sexual abuse cases (under the age of consent), the behavior is actually a variety of homosexuality. This sexual attraction with very young men that combine the charm of boyishness with sexual maturity is actually called ephebophilia. Pedophilia is really a psychiatric term meaning sexual interest in children below the age of puberty.
The worst sex crimes against children is in the Jewish communities and protestant churches.
Tomasi was not reserved with criticism either and citing data published by the daily Christian Science Monitor, which was founded a hundred years ago by the Christian Science Church, said that the Catholic Church cleaned its house, Jutarnji List writes.
According to their figures the majority of the US child abuse cases happens in the Protestant churches and Jewish communities, says Tomasi.
MORE PROTESTANT MINISTERS GUILTY OF PEDOPHILIA THAN CATHOLIC PRIESTS, NEW RESEARCH REVEALS
A Penn State historian, Philip Jenkins, has done an in depth research of pedophilia and sexual abuse among the clergy and has come up with some rather eye opening facts. It seems that while 1.7 percent of Catholic clergy have been guilty of pedophilia (or sexual abuse particularly of boys), a whopping TEN percent of Protestant ministers have been found guilty of pedophilia!
This is all the more interesting, notes Jenkins, since there has been NO media term Pastor Pedophilia coined at all!
Jenkins theorizes that the media, proving the point of the necessity of sexual promiscuity, overemphasizes any instance of pedophilia found among the Catholic clergy since it can use this to criticize the entire idea of celibacy. But it is interesting that the NON Celibate Protestant ministers have a MUCH GREATER problem with it than the celibate Catholic priests!
Protestant pastor pedophilia is not within the frame of our social constructionists as Jenkins calls the media:
In the 1980s, [Pastor] Leyva had abused perhaps one hundred boys in several Southern states, but few of us ever learned of it. Leyva had the distinction of being a Pentecostal minister and was, therefore, not within the frame of those who were busy constructing reality. The same is true of the three brothers, all Baptist ministers, who were charged with child molestation in the 1990s; the public learned little about this highly unusual series of cases because it was not deemed worthy of dissemination by those fixated on Catholic scandals. [1]
Anarchyst,
Got it.
So you were all right with the cock up your ass?
Looks like I struck a nerve. GOOD! You must be one of those bible-thumping Protestants who beats his wife and molests his relatives…and goes to church services on Sunday…since “good works” don’t have any bearing on “salvation”…
not many protestants have read it cover to cover either–
2 Tim 3:16
All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness.
I read the whole bible when i was like 12. Most of it is garbage, espescially the old testament (except proverbs). The first 3 gospels are probably the highlight.
What the church needs is a purge of 80-90% of the priesthood, then to be rebuilt (starting with allowing priests to marry). after that return the protestants to the fold, hopefully with another purge because protestant churches are somehow even more degenerate than the catholic one. i fucking hate evangelicals.
finally work on healing the 1000 year schism and reunifying with the orthodox/eastern churches.
return it to a european church for european peoples.
Pope Francis´s closing address to the Vatican Summit on Child Protection was a disgraceful display of excuses and evasions. He began with an extended meditation on how a “great number of” abuse cases are “committed within families.” He urged the assembled bishops to focus on “other forms of abuse” experienced by “child soldiers,” “starving children,” “child victims of war” and “refugee children.” He laid out an agenda that, bizarrely, focused on matters have nothing to do with clerical abuse (such as combating “sexual tourism”). And, most shamefully of all, he lashed out at those demanding that bishops who covered up… https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/marc-thiessen-sorry-pope-francis-your-sex-abuse-speech-was-a-disgraceful-display-of-excuses-and-evasions
The Sham Conclusion to a Sham Synod The sham summit on “Protection of Minors in the Church” is over. As expected, not one word of the proceedings was devoted to the homosexual corruption of the Catholic priesthood, from the dioceses to the College of Cardinals and the Vatican itself. Not even the “abuse of minors” was described as what it generally is: homosexual predation by priests, bishops and even cardinals.Pope Francis’ closing address to the useless gathering was an exercise in deflecting attention from the real problem. The first 12 paragraphs on “the sexual abuse of minors” rhetorically reduce this…
As much as homosexuals vehemently deny it, homosexuality and pedophilia are inextricably linked. Almost all homosexuals have had their first homosexual “experience” introduced to them by an ADULT homosexual as pre-teen males. This, in itself constitutes homosexual pedophilia, which is criminal behavior in itself and is a way to destroy a pre-teen child for life.
The so-called Roman Catholic priest “child abuse scandal” was actually homosexual pedophilia in action. Of course the “mainstream media” could not afford to offend the “homosexual community” by calling what it really was–thereby, the “play on words”, calling it “child sex abuse” rather than homosexual pedophilia–the true definition of their sordid behavior.
I must play “devil’s advocate” when it comes to the Catholic church homosexual pedophilic priest “problem”…The Catholic church was “caught between a rock and a hard place” and had every right to be concerned about how many false claims would be made by those parishioners who belonged to the parish at the same time as this behavior was going on. Follow the money… Of course, there is (and was) absolutely NO EXCUSE for this homosexual pedophilic behavior…
Sad to say, the homosexuals are at it again, encouraging the “psychiatric community” to change the definition of pedophilia from a psychiatric “disorder” to a mere “lifestyle”, not unlike what was done for homosexuality. Sick, huh??
That is a very important point. As you said…there is no excuse for this behavior, but there is more to the story. The overwhelming majority of these cases involve young boys, and as you said not mentioned for the reasons you just did. The church doctrine does not condemn homosexuality as an inclination, it may be a sin to have those kinds of thoughts but it’s not the same as actually engaging in the behavior. Big difference that is often not known, or conveniently ignored by those who say the church hates homosexuals.
Please keep in mind that the human sex drive is so strong, almost nothing can dissipate the strong desires that occur. The homosexual sex drive and inclinations are even stronger, as most homosexuals are promiscuous in their sexual acquisitions. To most homosexuals, a young unmolested boy is seen as a real “prize”, one that can be “trained” to accept the homosexual “lifestyle”.
The Catholic Church should NEVER have accepted anyone with those inclinations and should have barred homosexuals from the priesthood.
Got it.
fuck you with a rusty chainsaw, retard
Fuck you Caitlin.
Go vote for CFR globalist cunt Tusli GUNgrabbard in 2020 and stop polluting out minds with your drivel.
This George Pell crap is just another limited hangout folks! Just like the Bob Karft arrest is a limited hangout. Just like the Jussie Smollett hoax was actually a “double hoax” on us ( http://MILESWMATHIS.COM/SMALLIT.PDF ). These three events change nothing, except the perception that things are changing for the better!
HINT- THEY are not CHANGING FOR THE BETTER ever UNTIL THE FUCKING ROPE AND PITCHFORKS appear EN MASSE!
I’ve drawn two conclusions from having read your comments the past few weeks.
1) You seek negative attention.
2) You’re not right in the head.
I’ve drawn one conclusion from you comment.
1. You are attempting to apply logic and sanity to ultimately illogical narratives and sanity to the insane times we live in.
Good luck with that. Another blue pilled individual lost to the Matrix. Sad thing is we can’t afford lose one more American to the blue pill, yet here we are.
PS- I didn’t read one word of the article. I quit reading a single word of most of the authors here. I’m just here for the commentary and the handful of intelligent open minded folks .
A very sad tale of misery and abuse. Those who abuse children deserve the worst punishment anyone can imagine. The “church” should be burned and it’s wealth distributed among the victims and their families. They have enormous wealth which is unearned and undeserved.
I am a bit closer to this than most around here, so I will say this:
1) I believe Pell is guilty as sin, and should be tossed out into the yard with all the child-molester hating prisoners, and let nature take its course.
2) I believe he covered up a vast range of crimes against children
3) but, unfortunate as it is to say, I believe he was convicted not on the evidence, which was extraordinarily weak, and I would not be surprised to see it overturned. I believe he was convicted because everyone knows what a monster he is, along with his many cronies. But the evidence was weak indeed. The evidence was effectively one witness, from decades ago. That may not stand up upon appeal. Hope it does, but it may not.
Religion… destroyer of souls, minds and bodies. Civilizations. The world, eventually.
How many countless other stories can be/will be told? Deepest sympathies to Caitlin and her family.
Hell has its depths…
Start at 3 minutes. https://www.infowars.com/if-i-were-the-devil-paul-harveys-1965-warning-to-america-comes-true/
I don’t trust large organizations of any type. It’s okay to trust people you ha e vetted over a long period of time but not organizations.
Thank you sir.
I guess you don’t trust the Pentagon, the DoD, and the 17 intelligence agencies.
That’s a good start.
Don’t stop!
But I do trust the voices in my head that tell me to Kill Kill Kill!
Catholics, as individuals, can be great people, but their church. THEIR CHURCH. Good grief, what an awful thing. I wish it would finally die. Even the Poles, some of the faithfullest of the faithful, are waking up to the monster among them.
There is a school of thought within the “church” – the protestant side, at least, that the “beasts” of revelation are a two-part manifestation of one system, Rome. The first is political (and, in a historical sense, finished); the second is politico-religious, and upon us . . . as the Catholic Church. With the lengths to which the church has gone to devour children (and hide it), it is not, seems to me, too hard a stretch to imagine that they will again (as they did, say, during the Spanish inquisition to all who refused to partake of the mass) persecute/torture/burn those who refuse to follow/worship/obey their pagan “Jebus” (sic) and his many gods and godlets.
https://www.christiancourier.com/articles/1474-beasts-of-revelation-13-the
Either way, in the end, the truth wins, and the beast is destroyed.
Amen. I left the Catholic church at age 14 (1967) because it all seemed so worthless. Never considered getting back into it. Maybe another religion someday but after 8 years Catholic elementary and 4 years Catholic girls school I never wanted to be near it again.
Thank you for your beautiful uncle. I am so sorry for your loss.