Seán (can I call you that?)

Archbishop Seán Brady
Co Down

18th December 2006

Dear Archbishop Brady,

May I call you Seán? I read your comments in the paper today, and I have to tell you that I agree completely with almost everything you said. You’re quite right that there’s more coarseness and aggression in Irish society than there used to be. You’re also correct in saying that there’s a lot more drinking and sexualisation of children at too early an age. Fair play to you for pointing it out.

I’m glad for you that you’ve learned so much in the last ten years about the suffering of abuse victims. This is a good thing for you. Also, I’m sorry you’ve seen a decline to zero in the numbers of people joining your priesthood. That’s terrible, for you.

I’m glad you’re so committed to child protection. This is very encouraging.

Seán, (can I call you that?), I grew up in an Ireland where your church demanded complete obedience. I grew up in an Ireland where your church thought it had the right to dictate to the government on what laws it passed. I grew up in an Ireland where bishops like you thought they could tell the Irish people how to vote.

Seán (can I call you that?), you’d do well not to be talking about the sexualisation of children. Your colleague and predecessor, Cathal Daly, declared that he had no authority over that child-abuser, Brendan Smyth, because he was a member of a religious order. It didn’t stop you, Seán (can I call you that?) from silencing an Augustinian priest in Dundalk who did no more than share an act of communion with some protestants. An act of love.

Seán (can I call you that?), if you think there’s a moral vacuum in Ireland, you’re dead right. You see, in the Ireland I grew up in, people like you demanded total obedience, and the Irish people set aside their critical faculties in your favour, because they thought you knew everything. No civic society developed because you, Seán (can I call you that?), took charge of the whole lot and decided where people could dance, what they could wear and who they could talk to.

So, Seán (can I call you that?), is it really any surprise that, when your people are exposed as money-grabbing, child-abusing, power-mad hypocrites, there might be a small bit of a moral vacuum?

I think not, Seán (can I call you that?).




They just don’t get it . . .

9 thoughts on “Seán (can I call you that?)

  1. Jaysus Bock! Yer a hard man. Sure without thoses doddery old men in skirts you might never have learned to write like that. I’ve been told time and time again that I’d never have got an education without them. Me and Seán are the best of buddies and I’m staying on his side otherwise I’ll end up burning in the eternal flames of hell with the devil and his angels.
    I want to be in Heaven…….any ideas on how I can get there besides being a good buddy to Seán and the other men in black and purple and red.
    Yer a hoor entirely Bock, a right hoor.

  2. Spot on, Bock. When the Church finally hands over all the Father Fiddlyfingers out there, and pays its own compo bill instead of asking taxpayers to do it, then perhaps they might be allowed permission to speak in class again.
    Might being the operative word.

  3. Nice One,

    My piss is weeing on my shit and my shit is craping on my piss. The only thing to put it out is the sight of the black garb burning in hell.

  4. Good for you. Out of all the negatives in this day and age, the one good thing is that people are no longer afraid of the church. The older ones probably still are a bit, as they’re nearing the end, and the fear that was instilled into them all their lives by their parents and the priests and “brothers”, is still there. I don’t go to mass. I did until I was about 18 and then I stopped. I go occasionally now, just to see if anything has changed. Nothing much has. People are not afraid anymore of the man on the pulpit, shoving what’s right and wrong down people’s throats, with the threat of eternal damnation if you have a wank. As these men hid behind the cloth for an eternity and acted out their perverted fantasies, whilst ruining the lives of young children along the way, some of whom even committed suicide due to the abuse – and now they are losing their grip on people, I am quietly grateful. I still believe in God, to a degree, I believe there’s something there. A priest is a representative of God. He should be allowed to marry, and have children, whilst encouraging the likes of me to believe. Not all priests are evil perverts. Just most of them. My brother went to a school run by “brothers”. One day, a “brother” grabbed my brother, who was 10, and beat his head of the blackboard until his head bled. Thankfully, my father went to see the brother and showed him what a man was. That was 35 years ago. It would still be the same today, only for the people.

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