Shame On The Vatican!

Anyone in Ireland will be more than aware of the recent news on the report of child abuse by the church in Ireland

It catalogues the systematic and constant abuse of children by priests. It details the knowledge that the Catholic Church had of it, how they moved paedophile priests from one parish to another, how they covered up, ignored the problem, used their power to sweep the rape of children under the carpet, how they, more than anything, acted to protect the church at the expense of innocent young people.

It tells how the Gardai knew about it but these evil men were not punished simply because of who they were. The white collar and the frock protected them from prosecution. We were told of non-cooperation from the Vatican who refused to answer the commission’s questions. We learned that the Dublin Archdiocese took out insurance in the 80s to protect itself from compensation claims they knew would eventually come.

Acts of self-preservation to protect the ‘good name’ of the church, the assets of the church, the power and influence of the church and its priests. And in order to do that they allowed children to be beaten and raped and buggered. They protected men who destroyed not just those children’s lives but those of their families as the betrayal of an implicit trust became known.

Is there another organisation in the world that would go to such lengths to cover up such abuse instead of tackling it? I can’t think of one. The normal reaction of a person when they discover something like this is to ensure that the person in question is punished. Anyone with an ounce of goodness or morality would not allow somebody like that to go scot-free. They would, at the very least, try and stop them from doing it again.

But the bishops and the cardinals did no such thing. They allowed these men to go from town to town, leaving a trail of shattered lives behind them. They not only did nothing to stop them, they faciliated them, they aided them, allowing them to carry out monstrous acts of abuse over and over and over again.

Let’s be clear – the catholic church in Ireland has abused its power for too long and something has to give now. Not only with regard to the victims of abuse – like the children our lady’s Hospital for Sick Children in Crumlin who were abused by the Chaplain – but every part of Irish society has suffered. The stranglehold they have had on Irish society and culture, on the Irish people, has been like that of a dictator. You cannot do this, you cannot think that, this is a sin, that is a sin, and we have accepted it because it has always been like that.  It amazes me that Roman Catholics put up with this utter shite and have done so all their lives.  How can they be so bloody dumb?  There has to be some psychological reasoning behind it.  Some kind of brainwashing?  And I’m not saying this to bad mouth any religion.. I don’t believe in any of it.  All priests, vicars, rabbis and holy men/women of any religion are smart fuckers in my book.  They teach fear, fire and brimstone and sit there talking total bollocks and get paid for it.. It sure as hell beats working for a  fucking living!

The Irish people’s reaction to the church is almost like Stockholm Syndrome, where the kidnappee feels trust or affection for the person who has taken them. The church has relentlessly abused the people of Ireland on every level and still people go to mass, they put money in the plate to fund the lifestyles of men who work for an organisation that facilitates the rape and physical abuse of children. In what decent society should this be tolerated?

If any other group had a track record like the catholic church would we allow it to exist? If it were a youth group whose workers sexually abused kids and whose leaders knew and didn’t say anything what would we do? We would prosectute those people. The Gardai would not turn a blind eye. And parents would never send their children to that youth group. Yet in spite of everything we know about the catholic church parents still blindly send their children to be indoctrinated into a church which has been the proponent of a huge conspiracy against the people in Ireland.

The kids go to school, they get their first communion, they do a religion class which is not about learning about religion, it’s about learning how to become a catholic, how to subject yourself to the church. Parents every single day in Ireland send their children to be educated by those people. This has to stop. Education should be about education, it should not be about religion. If you want to send your children to a catholic school then that is your choice. But there must be an immediate separation of the school system, funded by taxpayers, and the catholic church.

By all means teach about religion, it’s educational. Let kids know there is more to religion than catholicism. But no longer can we allow children to brainwashed via the school system by an organisation that cares nothing for them, only about its own power, influence and wealth. We cannot allow it continue. If the Irish, as a nation, want to move forward, to better themselves, then there must be an absolute separation between the church and the state. People talk about Ireland being a secular nation, it is not. Still the church thinks it can lecture to people about what they can and cannot do.

Laughably they think they still have some moral authority. It’s a bitter laugh though. They tell the world we should we be anti-abortion, against homosexuality, that we shouldn’t allow drinks companies to sponsor sporting events, that we shouldn’t use contraception, and so much more. Their moralistic proclamations at odds with their criminal actions. They preach at us as if we were the ones that needed it. The truth is the Irish people need to stand up to the church, to tell them that they have gone too far, that we will not stand for what they have done.

And what they have done has come with the full knowledge and blessing, if you will, of the Vatican. The centre of the catholic church, from where the Pope, the head of the church, guides his flock. And they knew all about the priests and others in this country who raped children. They knew that the idea of solving the problem was moving the priest to another parish where he could find fresh meat, and I won’t apologise for that comparison because they were predators. From the very top of this most corrupt organisation nothing was done to protect the most vulnerable people in society.

And it is a shame on the country, a stain on everyone. They have ridden roughshod over the people of Ireland and the people of Ireland have allowed it to happen. They have tolerated the kind of behaviour that nobody in their right mind would tolerate from somebody else. They have to stop it now. They have to stand up and let them know that they will not accept it anymore.

Their apologies have come too late. They’re mealy-mouthed and the simple fact is that they are only apologising because they have been caught and because they have no choice. If they were really sorry about the actions of the evil men who carried out abuse in their name then they would have stopped it when they found out. They would have handed these people over to the authorities, cooperated fully and accepted the punishments handed down. They did nothing of the sort, they made it worse. And worse. And worse. And now the whole thing has been blown wide open the victims are supposed to accept an apology? I don’t think so. The people of  Ireland are supposed to forgive and forget because of some PR company prepared press release from a despicable man like Desmond Connell?

Remember – that report was only Dublin. There are 26 dioceses in Ireland and does anyone think Dublin was alone? Of course not. The scale of it, given the size of the area, is likely to be bigger here but I am positive the same kind of abuse went on in every single diocese in Ireland. There must be an investigation in each one because there are criminals who need to be punished and victims who need to see that happen.

When the previous report into Instutional abuse was published back in May there was, rightly, outrage. But then life went on, people forgot, the church continued its business as usual and you even had reports of attendances at mass being up. I’m doubtful they’re true but that we have allowed that spin to remain unchallenged is a shame on us. Now, after the Dublin report confirmed what everyone knew (and how sad is it that so little of it was that shocking?), Catholics cannot allow that to happen again.

The catholic church is a massively corrupt business. Nothing more. Imagine a large business who, it turns out, polluted rivers and caused deaths via cancer. It would be shut down. Or people would refuse to use its products. The catholic church is that business, it has caused deaths, it has destroyed countless lives, all for money, all for reputation, and if people continue to tolerate its presence then they are the fools who get nothing more than they deserve.

A final word for people like Andrew Madden and Marie Collins. The word ‘hero’ is bandied around too often, so often that it loses its meaning, but in this case is it is the only word that is appropriate. They are heroes for what they have done. Their bravery and courage in facing up to what happened to them and their determination to ensure those who carried out the abuse are punished cannot be commended enough.

Without them there might be generations of victims still being preyed upon by the wicked men of god.

You are wonderful.

It’s going to be interesting to see what comes out of this, what lessons are learned and coming from the North of Ireland, what stinking filth comes out from here too. Father Brendan Smith died in jail after being locked up for abuse of children here in the north.  Whose next?  This isn’t going to go away.  Noel Tranor?.. start sweating!

Shame on you all… rot in hell cos you’re going nowhere else!

Car Park Warning

A quick warning to all.

If you park your car anywhere within a pay and display carpark or area, take good care that you display your ticket properly.  Ensure that the traffic warden (refuses at this stage to call them bastards) can read the ticket properly and that its not obscured or upside down.

I unfortunately displayed mine upside down yesterday and came back out of my doctors surgery to find a beautiful fixed penalty fine for £60 slapped on my windscreen.  The lovely folk at the Roads Service will accept £30 for the fine if I paid it immediately.

So be warned folks.

Fancy Dress Is Rank!

So everyone.  Hows the head?

Did you enjoy your little dressing up games?  Did everyone you meet laugh so much, their sides split at how absolutely hilarious your costume was?    No?.  Bit of a waste of time then eh?

Ah well there’s always next year.  You better get planning.  But before you do.  Give this some thought.

Fancy dress costumes are all well and good if you make it yourself and buy the various little addons that make it that little bit special.  But you see you total twonks who hire them?  Well this fella thinks you need your damn head seen to.

Do you honestly think that the hire company send each and every costume off every single time and have it cleaned?  You do?  Well your even more fukin stupid than I thought.

They might at a push pay some pastey faced Lithuanian to give it a bit of a brush down and hang it out in the wind for a couple hours.  Or blast it with a bottle of Febreeze like gunk.  But no way would profits allow them to have it dry cleaned every single time.  Notwithstanding the fact that the costume would never last much more than four or five hires.

And the idea of hiring a costume makes me want to barf out of my anus. Costume hire is like bowling shoes x 10000000.  Disgusting!

Some other idiot has been secreting their goo and ooze,  their goooze if you will,  all over the inside.  So the next time you feel like hiring the latest Captain Jack Sparra or Wolverine costume.. remember you have Liam from Lisbellaws gooch dandruff nesting in your pubes.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

 

World Is Eeevil!

I am standing in the car park at B&Q on the Boucher Road.  I am checking how I parked and tapping pocket for my wallet before I go inside to by some gloss paint.

The car parking space in front of me is designated for ‘expectant mothers’ or ‘mothers with kids’. A white Mercedes pulls in. An eldery lady stumbles out and her packet of Marlboro cigarettes falls on the ground. She does not notice.

“Excuse me”, I say, pointing at her fags. “Your cigarettes”.

“Oh don’t worry”, she says, unsteady on her feet, “I’ve got children inside!”

“No”, I say, “you dropped your cigarettes”.

She thinks I’m pointing at the parking space sign which says the space is for mothers with kids.

“No no!”, she says again, “my childgrandren are inside!”

“What?”

“I mean my grandchildren are inside! I must collect them at once”, an excuse no doubt perfected over a couple of afternoon Pimms and a Xanex or two.

“No. YOU HAVE DROPPED YOUR CIGARETTES”, I bellow.  She looks at the ground, sees her smokes,  picks them up, refuses point blank to look at me and totters off into the shop without another word.

She is clearly out of her gourd, driving around in the middle of the afternoon without a care in the world. Moments later a pregnant women in a car with her two children is forced to park yards from the doors, meaning a 20-30 stroll to get into the shop.

This is a evil world and no mistake.

Shopping Channel

mttshopI get drawn into shopping channels late at night when I can’t sleep.  Whilst being utterly stupid they are, at the same time, utterly fascinating.

I particularly like the demonstrations involving cleaning products.  A thin layer of dirt covers the floor or carpet and a hoover or cloth apparently made from mithril cleans it up.  You could wash it with a children’s plastic hoover, but oh no.  You need this product and you NEED to buy it tonight, at tonight’s special introductory price of £235.97.  It won’t be coming back to us here at <insert the name of any shopping channel> so you have to buy tonight.  Also buy 3 bottles of amazing magical cleaner bog standard cleaning product for an amazing £12.92 each.

“Someone on the telly is telling me something, it’s true.  Buy, buy, buy.  Quick, they are selling out!”

Whilst in the warehouse they have mountains of boxes of the stuff.  People must fall for it.

It’s amazing how many different descriptions and advantages there are to having something like a potato peeler ‘Multi Slicing and Peeling Tool’:

“as well as peeling spuds like a pro, you can also use this as a murder weapon.  Not one, but two….TWO practical uses.  It’s a 2 in 1 device ladies and gentlemen.  Every home should have one……the phones are on meltdown I’m being told.  Please be patient you will get through.”

How do they get away with it?  It’s comedy without realising.  The other night,  they were selling Christmas decorations.  It’s fantastic insomniac TV!

Although, whisper it quietly, I have secretly always wanted one of these food slicer things!  I think it’s called a mandolin or something like that..you know the one..it could slice your fingers off into a zillion slices.  Wafer thin buckeeejit fingers.. yum!

You Drive Me Crazy…Whoooop Whoooop!

Seeing an empty parking spot in a busy road.  However my joy was short lived as I noticed a Mini indicate to go into it….then he hesitated and went about 30 yards further up the road.  There was no way he was leaving that space empty, he must want his car pointing the other way.  I laughed at his ignorance as he hadn’t spotted me lurking for a spot.

As I reversed into the space I seen his headlights in my wing mirror and I let a smile of satisfaction come over me.  Although I couldn’t help but laugh when I seen him let out a massive sigh as he drove past me.

I know that’ll come back to bite me on the bum but for today….You snooze, you loose.

I Hate!

I might make a series of posts under this title.  There’s loads of things that get right on my wick.  So consider this I Hate numero uno!

People who make noises when they eat.!

Ahhhh you’ve all met one have you?… Isn’t that one of the most annoying things that we have to endure?  Especially when we are in work.  At work if someones having a sandwich at their desk for whatever reason.  There’s just no getting away from the swishy, swashy, gulpy, chewy, burpy, farty fuckers!

There’s this one guy (lets call him Stephen Cairns cos that’s his name) who sits in the drawing office where I sometimes have to go to work and I swear to God.  I want to punch his fucking teeth down his chompy, chewy, bastard gurgling throat!. Really hard until little bubbles of blood come spurting up making all the noise he likes.

How the hell can anyone make such sound when eating?  A pig makes less noise.

I tried to do what he does (in private of course) and I cant manage to get my food into a swallowable state.  It’s like he keeps his trap half open while chewing at the same time and breaths through his mouth.  He sounds like the fucking elephant man for Christ sake.  Why the hell doesn’t he just breath through his nose like any other normal human being?

And to add insult to injury, he’s a fat bastard too.   Suit you better to shut your mouth altogether and leave the food out for a few hours a day matey.

*and breathes*

phew I feel much better now I got that off my chest!

Show Me The money!

How good is it when you find money in your jeans?  You know that feeling when you put your jeans on and realise you’ve left something in your pocket…..

“Get in!  Don’t be a receipt, don’t be a receipt, don’t be a receipt.”

You get that same little twinge of excitement you get just as you are about to unwrap a present.

You don’t take it out of your pocket instantly though, you pretend you’re blind and try and work out what it is.  If it’s a bit glossy, you know it’s a receipt and your dreams of riches are shattered instantly.  If it’s crumpled up paper, you can cling onto those dreams of buying a few more pints a bit longer.

“Whoo hoo, it doesn’t feel glossy…but it’s crumpled up, it could be anything”

Your excitement reaches fever pitch and you quickly try to remember the last time you wore the jeans, to work out what it is.  Money or receipt, money or receipt.  Bollocks, you can’t remember.  So you take your hand out and take a sneaky peek before your hand is even out of your jeans.  You big cheater!

“WHOO HOOO, £25, I’VE WON!”

You check your other pockets and have the cheek to feel slightly cheated you haven’t found anymore.

I found £15 in another pair of jeans last week too.  I thought I’d spent a bit more than I’d reckoned lately too – no wonder.  Unfortunately, this doesn’t happen a lot.  More often than not, it turns out to be a receipt for deodorant from Boots rather than money.

Play Doh HAIR

Going the barbers just seems so unnecessary in this day and age. If we can send man to the moon (allegedly) then we should be able to stop our hair growing. I mean, I cant be the only man who hates the monthly visit to the barbers?

In the time spent in the salon I could be doing something a lot more productive like thinking of better posts to put on here. You sit there staring at your reflection making small talk to the hairdresser. You have to be nice, even if he/she are boring. Laugh at their rubbish jokes and seem genuinely curious to their weekend plans.

Obviously I haven’t done much medical research on this theory. But I propose that we should have a button somewhere or maybe a implant/injection which stops the hair growing when it has reached your required length.

You’d be able to push it through your head like squeezing Play-Doh through one of those extruder things. Then, hey presto it stops growing. Actually, we might as well just have Play-Doh hair.

Imagine the mish mash of styles and colours we could have then. “I think I’ll go for the flat fried egg look today” The next day it can be a swirly purple, green and yellow dreadlock combo.

The possibilities are endless…

I’m A Secret Millionaire!

Hahaha I bet that title got your attention didn’t it?

I’ve been watching repeats of this show on Channel 4  for a while now.  Something keeps bugging me about it though and that’s how much money they give away.

If you haven’t seen the show, the premise is that a millionaire agrees to go undercover in a local area on the pretense that they are making a show about voluntary workers moving into the area.  Nobody knows they are wealthy and the millionaire lives off benefits for a week.  Said millionaire finds voluntary work and finds worthy causes or people to give money to.  In the big reveal at the end they decide which people/organisations to help and how much money to give them.

I think it’s great that the millionaires do this and are willing to give their money away.  They do make a big difference to most of the people and places they help out – refurbishing community centres etc – I’ve been close to a tear once or twice *strikes manly pose and pretends I have dust in my eye* .  However, some of the millionaires do seem a bit tight.

Millionaire: “I’m not really who I say I am.  I’m actually a very successful businessman worth millions

Person: “Oh. My. God. I had no idea” with a look of shock and glee on their face.  They have already bought a new house and sports car in their head.

Millionaire: “So, I want to give you this cheque for two thousand pounds to help you out”

Person: “aww thanks”

Two thousand….that’s it?  You’re worth millions and you’re giving me two thousand.  Tight git.

Whilst I’d be more than happy with a gift of two thousand to help me in whatever it was they were giving me money for, I’d be gutted if i only got 2k off them!  It’s small change to a millionaire, why not round it off to 5k?  Pay someones rent for a year or pay their mortgage off or something.  Surely, rather than making a difference to people, they are wealthy enough to be make a BIG difference.

Don’t get me wrong, my cap is doffed to each and everyone of them that give their own money out.  Some of the millionaires do go the extra yard and give over and above what they planned to as well.  Others just seem dead tight*.

I’m an ungrateful cynical bastard though!

*he says as he waits for a visit from a millionaire and pondering about having beans on rump steak for dinner tonight.

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