President Higgins Snubs Eucharistic Congress For Football Match in Poland

Did we ever think we would see the day when a soccer match is more important to our First Citizen than the salvation of his eternal soul?  It would not have happened in 1932, let me tell you, when the politicians of our newly-fledged Free State knew how to show proper respect.


Even though the country was on its knees, the Irish politicians of 1932 had the vision and foresight to set up a high-powered radio station in Athlone so that none of the Faithful would miss the live Papal Broadcast, and every home would ring to the dulcet tones of Count John McCormack singing at the Papal Mass in the Phoenix Park.  All available resources were marshalled by the State, and quite properly so.

How we have fallen.

As a young seminarian, I dreamed that it would be given unto me to attend a glorious Eucharistic Congress in Ireland, and yet, now that the day is upon us, I can feel only dismay in my heart.  The president of our land is at a soccer match in Russia or some such Godless place.  The government has donated not a single red cent to support this magnificent event, and I am told that there will even be some sort of a protest by so-called survivors of abuse outside the RDS today.  If that had happened in 1932, the Gardaí would have beaten them off the streets, arrested them all and charged them with insulting the hierarchy.

Back then, the streets of our capital city were shut so that the Faithful might gather in force, proclaiming to the world that our small nation was at the very heart of the great Catholic spiritual empire.

And what of today, you ask?

I am ashamed to confess that today, we priests and bishops will hide away in another football field, shielded from the general public’s view instead of proclaiming our power and authority to all who may listen.

Truly, our once-great Catholic nation has sunk to unplumbed depths.




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Eucharistic Congress Coming Soon

I can’t wait for the Eucharistic Congress to start.  Can you?

Eighty years it’s been since we had the last one.  Imagine that.  Eighty years since the Catholics of Ireland got to strut their funky eucharistic stuff in the streets, and the bishops got to flaunt the latest in episcopal fashion.

Does my arse look big in this, Seamus?

Jesus, no, Dermot, you’re like a lad of 47.

I don’t know, though.  Will it work out as well as the first one?  After all, realistically, that was like Ireland’s Mexico 70.

Will the adoring crowds turn up in their thousands?  Will our prime minister fall on his knees to kiss the Papal Nuncio’s ring?

Hmm.  It’s touch and go.

God be with the great days when the whole government fell on its knees before the Princes of the Church, but sadly, with the decline in Faith and Morals, I greatly fear that many of them are little but heathens and will fail to offer the due deference owing to our spiritual leaders.

Why do I say this?  Straws in the wind, my friend.  After the outpouring of disrespect to our Cardinal bishop Seán Brady during the week, I’m afraid the people of Ireland have forgotten their duty of obedience to their leaders.  The people of Ireland have forgotten their place.

I’ve decided to buck the trend by demonstrating a miracle for the assembled Bishops, the Cardinals and Senator Ronan Mullen.  Not to mention the following luminaries who will address the Congress.

Ms Patty Abozaglo Trócaire
Sister Terry Abraham PVBM Presentation Sisters, Monasterevin, Ireland
Sister Una Agnew SSL Milltown Institute, Dublin
Mr Frank Allen
Father Niall Ahern Diocese of Elphin
Metropolitan Hilarion Alfeyev Metropolitan Archbishop of Volokolamsk
Mr Carl Anderson Supreme Knight, Knights of Columbus
Ms Frankie Berry International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, National Chaplaincy for Deaf People, Ireland
His Eminence Seán Cardinal Brady Archbishop of Armagh
Dr Marcel Broesterhuizen International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Catholic University of Leuven, Belgium
Ms Monica Brown Emmaus Productions
Mr John Bruton Former Taoiseach (Prime Minister) of Ireland
Ms Rose Busingye Meeting Point Kampala, Uganda
Ms Elizabeth Byrne Parish pastoral worker, Leixlip
Bishop Derek Byrne SPS Diocese of Guiratinga, Brazil
Bishop Frank J Caggiano Auxiliary Bishop, Diocese of Brooklyn, USA
Father Gregory Carroll Worldwide Marriage Encounter Ireland
Mrs Noreen Carroll Foxrock Parish, Dublin
Father Paul Churchill Legion of Mary
Ms Padraigín Clancy Lecturer, author and broadcaster
Ms Nicole Clarke International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Australia
Archbishop Dermot Clifford Archbishop of Cashel & Emly, Ireland
Dr Richard Clutterbuck Edgehill College, Belfast
Dr Anne Codd Council for Pastoral Renewal and Adult Faith Development
Sister Eilis Coe SC Act to Prevent Trafficking (APT)
Mr John Colgan Living Communion
Father Neil Collins SSC Columban Missionaries
Bishop Kieran Conry Diocese of Arundel and Brighton, England
Father Dan Crosby OFM Cap St Anthony Spirituality Centre, Marthon, USA
Ms Joanne Crooks St Agnes’s Community String Orchestra
Ms Jo Culhane Catechesis of the Good Shepherd (CGS)
Mr Mark Cumming Trócaire
Mr Pat and Mrs Carmel Cunneen Equipes Notre Dame (Teams of Our Lady)
Father John Cusick Archdiocese of Chicago, USA
Bishop Mark Davies Bishop of Shrewsbury
Father Martin Delaney Diocese of Kildare and Leighlin
Ms Brigid DeMoor
Mr Don Devaney Divine Mercy Apostolate
Sister Brenda Dolphin Sisters of Mercy
Father Gary Donegan Holy Cross Parish, Belfast
Dr Donal Dorr SPS Irish Missionary Union
Mr Dominic Dowling St Joseph’s Young Priests’ Society
Father Michael Drumm Catholic Schools Partnership
Rev Dr Eugene Duffy Mary Immaculate College, Limerick
Mrs Mary Duggan International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Ireland
Mr Peter Dunn The Radharc Trust
Sister Catherine Dunne Sisters of Charity
Dr Kevin Egan All Hallows College, Dublin
Professor Robert Enright University of Wisconsin-Madison, USA
Father Giancarlo Faletti Focolare
Dr Enzo Farinella Casa Italia Cultural Centre, Dublin
Bishop Brian Farrell Pontifical Council for Promoting Christian Unity
Father Derek Farrell Parish of the Travelling People, Dublin
Mr Askur Meade Fernández International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Mexico
Dr Jack Finnegan SDB Milltown Institute, Dublin
Sister Consilio Fitzgerald Cuan Mhuire Addiction Rehabilitation Centre
Dr Bernadette Flanagan All Hallows College
Father Paul Fletcher SJ International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, England
Br Donatus Forkan OH Prior General, Hospitaller Order of Saint John of God
Mr Phil Friel and Mrs Trish Friel Worldwide Marriage Encounter
Ms Colette Furlong Pastoral Services Manager, IEC2012
Mr Ger Gallagher Office of Evangelisation, Archdiocese of Dublin
Mr Glenn Gannon
Ms Eleanor Glenn Actress, Archdiocese of Kingston, Canada
Dr Lorna Gold Economy of Communion
Professor Gill Goulding CJ University of Toronto, Canada
Rev Nicky Gumbel Alpha International
Father Peter Hannan SJ Manresa Retreat Centre, Dublin
Rev Professor André Haquin Université de Louvain-La-Neuve
Father Seán Healy SMA Social Justice Ireland
Ms Maeve Louise Heaney VDMF Singer and musician
Abbot Mark Patrick Hederman OSB Glenstal Abbey
Sister Moya Hegarty OSU St Angela’s College, Sligo, Ireland
Archbishop Barry Hickey Archbishop of Perth
Mr Conor Hickey Crosscare
Bishop Friedhelm Hoffman Bishop of Würtzburg, Germany
Father Declan Hurley Diocese of Meath
Archbishop Michael Jackson Anglican Archbishop of Dublin and Glendalough
Bishop Christopher Jones
Fr Hugh Kavanagh Focolare
Ms Julie Kavanagh Diocese of Kildare and Leighlin
Mr Patrick and Ms Susan Keenan Retrouvaille Ireland
Father Eamon Kelly LC
Archbishop Patrick A Kelly President, International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Archdiocese of Liverpool, England
Mr Justin Kilcullen Trócaire
Bishop John Kirby Chairman of Trócaire, Bishop of Clonfert
Ms Renate Komorek Focolare
Bishop Franz Lackner Auxiliary Bishop of Graz-Seckau, Austria
Ms Rosemary Lavelle Office of Evangelisation, Archdiocese of Dublin
Mr Donal Lawlor Economy of Communion
Mr Stephen Lawlor International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Australia
Father Liam Lawton Musician and composer, Diocese of Kildare & Leighlin
Ms Alice Leahy TRUST
Rev Professor Brendan Leahy St Patrick’s College, Maynooth, and Focolare
Bishop John Baptist Lee Keh-Mien Bishop of Hsinchu, Taiwan, Republic of China
Archbishop Robert LeGall OSB Archbishop of Toulouse, France
Mr Norman Lévesque Green Church, Canada
Brother Alois Löser Prior of Taizé Community, France
Ms Maeve Mahon Diocese of Kildare and Leighlin
Sr Mary Mangan Sisters of Mercy
His Eminence, Oscar Andres Cardinal Rodriquez Maradiaga Archbishop of Tegucigalpa, Honduras
Archbishop Piero Marini President, Pontifical Council for the Eucharistic Congresses
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin Archbishop of Dublin
Bishop Julian Lopez Martin Diocese of León, Spain
Professor Vincent McBrierty Trinity College Dublin
Father John McCarthy Missionaries of the Sacred Heart
Mr Joseph McDonagh St Anthony’s Parish, Clontarf
Sr Conchita McDonnell MSHR Conference of Religious Ireland (CORI)
Father Bede McGregor OP Legion of Mary
Mr Brian McKee Holy Cross Parish, Belfast
Sister Briege McKenna OSC Intercession for Priests
Bishop Donal McKeown Auxiliary Bishop, Diocese of Down and Connor
Mr Eoghan McKieran Trócaire
Father Peter McVerry SJ Peter McVerry Trust
Ms Lena Meehan SPRED (Special Religious Development), Diocese of Down and Connor
Ms Jane Mellet Parish Pastoral Worker, Archdiocese of Dublin
Archbishop J Michael Miller Archbishop of Vancouver, Canada
Archbishop Krock Kola Mirdita Archbishop of Tirane, Albania
Father Chris Monaghan CP
Professor John Monaghan Deputy President, Society of St Vincent de Paul
Mr Richard Moore Children in Crossfire
Ms Julieann Moran Council for Pastoral Renewal
Ms Marion Mulhall Worldpriest
Mr Ian Murphy Saint Anthony’s Parish, Clontarf, Dublin
Father Paul Murray OP University of St Thomas, the Angelicum, Rome
Father Vojtech Nepšinský Comenius University, Slovakia
Archbishop Michael Neary Archbishop of Tuam, Ireland
Emeritus Professor Thomas Norris Focolare
Ms Breda O’Brien Columnist
His Eminence Keith Patrick, Cardinal O’Brien Archbishop of St Andrews and Edinburgh
Father Ciarán O’Carroll Rector, Pontifical Irish College, Rome
Professor Timothy T O’Donnell Christendom College, Virginia, USA
Father Seán O’Duinn OSB Glenstal Abbey
Rev Professor Gerry O’Hanlon SJ The Jesuit Centre for Faith and Justice
Father Kieran O’Mahony OSA Orlagh Retreat Centre, Dublin
Professor Desmond O’Neill Trinty College Dublin and Tallaght Hospital, Dublin
Ms Sally O’Neill Trócaire
His Eminence Marc Cardinal Ouellet Papal Legate
Mr Brendan O’Reilly Council for Catechetics, Irish Catholic Bishops’ Conference
Our Lady’s Choral Society Archdiocese of Dublin
Father Min-Seo Park International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, South Korea
His Eminence Laurent Monsengwo, Cardinal Pasinya Archbishop of Kinshasha, Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC)
Mr David Payne Catholic Faith Exploration (CaFE)
Rev Dr Ruth Patterson Restoration Ministries
Priests of the Focolare Movement Focolare
Father Brendan Purcell University of Notre Dame, Sydney
Father Tom Rosica CSB Salt and Light Catholic Media Foundation, Canada
Mr David Quinn Iona Institute
Mr John Quinn Writer and broadcaster
Father Timothy Radcliffe OP St Dominic’s Priory, London
Professor William Reville University College Cork
Sister Brigid Reynolds Social Justice Ireland
Deacon Josef Rothkopf International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, Germany
Ms Pascale Roussy Trócaire
His Eminence Robert Cardinal Sarah President, Pontifical Council “Cor Unum”, Rome
Father Kevin Scallon CM Intercession for Priests
Deacon Tony Schmitz
Father Michael Shields Magadan, Russia
Bishop Michael Smith Dicocese of Meath
Professor Martin Stuflesser
Mr Peter Sutherland United Nations
Sister Bernadette Sweeney RSC St Agnes’s Community String Orchestra
Archbishop Luis Antonio Tagle Archbishop of Manila, Philippines
Dr Susan Timoney International Catholic Foundation for the Service of Deaf Persons, USA
Archbishop Joseph William Tobin CSSR Secretary of the Congregation for Institutes of Consecrated Life and Societies of Apostolic Life, The Vatican
His Eminence André, Cardinal Vingt-Trois Archbishop of Paris, France
His Eminence Peter, Cardinal Turkson President, Pontifical Council for Justice and Peace
Patriarch Fouad Twal Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem
Dr Peter van der Burgt Christians in Science, Ireland
Dr Maria Voce President of Focolare
Archbishop Bashar Warda Archbishop of Erbil, Iraq
Mr John Waters Journalist and author
Ms Catherine Wiley Catholic Grandparents Association



What am I going to do for them?  Simple.  I’m going to play the Rescue Guitar, an instrument I saved from certain destruction recently, but let me explain a little to avoid confusion.  You see, from my earliest days, I loved music, and yet fate played a cruel trick on me.   Although my family members and most of my friends have a great musical talent, I do not.  My piano playing sounded like the breaking of old bottles at a campfire, and my guitar playing sounded like live frogs being fried.  Tone-deaf frogs.

But then I got my Padre Pio glove, one of many circulating in the world and once I put it on, I felt like Robert Johnson.   I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees..  These days, while I wear the Pio glove,  I can lash out the meanest blues licks this side of the Mississippi.

As you know, Padre Pio had the power of bilocation, which means he could be in two places at once, a bit like Bono, and that’s why he was able to set up the Padre Pio Big Band, which is where I first heard his music, at the Lourdes Blues and Rock festival.  The Cure were the headline act.

His outro was pretty cool.  Laze n jenmunn, a big hand for, on bass, Padre Pio!  Bum bum bum bum bum bum.

And on drums, give it up for Padre Pio!  Crash thrash diddly bop. Ting!

Over there on rhythm guitar, it’s the one and only Padre Pio!!  Zing zanga chaxcka chacka chunga ching!!

I’m Padre Pio.  Goodnight.  Good night and thanks for coming!!  Love y’all.

So here we go.  I’ve put together the Bock Rockin Eucharistic Blues Band, featuring the glove of Padre Pio.

Come along on the day and watch us praise the Lord, with Cardinal Brady on blues harp playing I woke up this mornin’ and my credibility was gone.

Come along to the Eucharistic Congress.  Come to the Sabbat.



Easter Weekend

What a fun weekend it’s been so far, celebrating the resurrection myth.  Yesterday, we all went up Lough Derg on boats, with buckets of ice-cold beer, cases of wine and mountains of grub  for the barbecue — all in honour of the Good Friday tradition.  People brought guitars, bongos, harmonicas and anything else they could play.  Others, such as myself, with the musical talent of a bag of assorted mouse-droppings, contributed to the fun by trying not to sing, although I have to say, half a slab of beer tends to loosen the old vocal chords.  This is not a good thing, but I’m happy to tell you I behaved myself and just mumbled the words under my breath.  It’s amazing how educational those severe beatings were in previous years.

A day on the water has a way on concentrating the thoughts, easing away the mundane worries of our existence, and getting the troubled individual soundly pissed in a congenial and relaxed way, among friends and new acquaintances soon to become friends.  I must say, I’m thoroughly pleased to have made this little voyage with the kind people who not only ferried me to a secret lakeside destination, but also filled me up with tender, medium-rare grilled steaks and all the trimmings.  I will return the compliment before this summer is out.

Of course, on these trips, all sorts of ideas pop into your head, don’t they?

I had a genius idea, but everyone laughed at it, and I can’t figure out why.  You see, the mayor of Limerick, Jim Long, was interviewed by Hot Press this week, during which he explained his philosophy on legalising drugs.

I would be against legalising drugs because you have that minimum one.  What’s it called?  The one they smoke?


Yeah.  We turned a blind eye to that and that led to ecstasy and other drugs.

Bang on the target, I thought.  Let’s teach the young people how awful drugs are and make money at the same time.  My plan is simple.  Hire Crystal Swing to play someplace like the Big Top and as part of the ticket price, give everyone half an acid tab.  Then force them to look at the mad staring Scientology grin of the mother and after ten minutes, they’re cured for life.

No more drugs for me, they’ll mutter, ruefully as they ponder the difficulty of scratching your back while wearing a straitjacket.  Last time I did drugs, I saw a crazy woman made out of old handbags.  Never again.  From now on, I’ll stick to a safe drug like alcohol, same as Mayor Long.

Funnily enough, nobody could see the sense in my idea.  Maybe if I modified it to Daniel O’Donnell with the acid, they might like it better.

Meanwhile, the forces of Irish insanity succeeded in closing down the Great Friday festival by invoking a thoroughly bizarre law: the Public Dance Halls Act 1935, a truly anachronistic piece of legislation making it an offence to dance in public without a licence (as amended by the Licensing (Combating Drug Abuse) Act, 1997).

It’s a crime to have public dancing in an unlicensed place. You think I jest?  Read it for yourself.

The Public Dancehalls Act, 1935 states as follows:

10.—(1) No place, whether licensed or not licensed for the sale of intoxicating liquor, shall be used for public dancing unless a public dancing licence granted under this Act is in force in respect of such place.

This provision was amended by the Licensing (Combating Drug Abuse) Act, 1997 to make the organiser liable as well as the owner, and also to update the financial penalties.

“place” means a building (including part of a building), yard, garden, or other enclosed place, whether roofed or not roofed and whether the enclosure and the roofing (if any) are permanent or temporary;

“public dancing” means dancing which is open to the public and in which persons present are entitled to participate actively.

So here comes the existential question.  Do they dance or do they not dance?  It’s pure Father Ted, although more bizarre than anything Linehan and Mathews ever imagined.  If you intend to hold a concert with bands, as the Great Friday programme envisaged, with a great line-up including Protobaby, BPLO and Acoustra, I think it’s perfectly reasonable to assume that you’ll attract music lovers, who might, or might not dance, much like any other public event.  Does Thomond Park need a dance licence to account for the celebrations after a Munster win? What about the African Pentecostal churches  that have sprung up everywhere?  If I decide to stroll through the Park, an enclosed space, and give a little hop, skip and jump, do I commit an offence?

This is pure Mayor Long comedy territory, though I suspect that the word Dancing is a euphemism for other things.  Things the establishment fears, hates and knows nothing whatever about.  Back in 1935, it probably stood for Impure Thoughts, and eighty years later, I think it probably means Unspecified Shenanigans.  The official mind hates unspecified shenanigans almost as much as it hates jiggery-pokery, but most of all, it hates unlicensed fun, which is why a nation of grown adults must vacate drinking establishments at a defined hour as laid down by law, instead of making their own minds up.

What a great little country, and what a profoundly mad survey recently, revealing that the Irish are among the happiest people in the world.  Are they really?  I expect that will have a lot to do with being permanently half-drunk these days and who could blame them?

Of course, in the middle of all this madness, there comes a gem, as Ratzinger, in yet another Father Ted moment, announces his decision not to attend the Eucharistic Congress.  Some people say he’s just throwing Enda Kenny filthies for saying rude things about him, but the downside is pretty grim.   Printers  face an uncertain future as orders are cancelled for Down with this sort of thing and Careful Now placards.  Protesters in Knock, Armagh, Dublin and Cashel are left wondering how to pass the time as the Pope snubs Ireland in favour of Castelgandalfo in the balmy Italian early summer.

This is good. In 1979, the Polish Pope came to Ireland, before gigantic adoring crowds of a million people, unlike the projected maximum of 80 thousand expected at Knock, but after that visit, how many 33-year-olds do you know called John Paul?

Do we really need forty thousand babies called Ratzo?  Yer mudder and meself got a bit carried away after the Eucharistic Exposition, as ya do, like.  Behind the High Altar, like.  Jaysiz.

I think not.

It’s mad.  It’s mad.  It’s all mad, but I don’t care, because I have my ticket for the Munster-Ulster game tomorrow, I’m going out to Thomond Park and I hope to see us progress to the semi-final of the Heineken Cup, though I can’t say with any conviction that we will.  Based on recent form, Munster might not beat a scratch team of fifteen retired housewives captained by my Auntie Bridie, but time will tell.  At least Paul O Connell is back, sorely missed last week. and Wallace is on the bench, surprisingly displaced by Tommy O Donnell, while Donnacha Ryan is back to match him on the other side.

Mafi and Earls at centre have never worked properly together and I’d worry about their partnership.  Mafi has a tendency to be indisciplined, to do irrational things on the spur of the moment, and to get binned for stupid infringements, while Earls has yet to develop the leadership skills required.  I’d also be worried about the scrum, but if Munster can neutralise Ferris (whose ankle injury remains a big question), it might be possible to frustrate Ulster penetration.  This is a big call for O Donnell.  Nobody will take pleasure from the news that Tommy Bowe must have an operation for removal of a haematoma, but at the same time, he would have been a huge threat to Munster as a big attacking back and it must be a relief that he isn’t in the squad.  [Update: a spectacularly stupid observation, even by my standards.  Thanks to all the commenters pointing out that Bowe has no yet been released by Ospreys.]

After last week’s performance against Leinster, I’d be slow to put any money on Munster, though of course I’ll be out there with the rest of them screaming my head off.

Tomorrow, I’ll come back with some sort of match report and maybe a few pictures.

Or maybe not, depending on my mood.






Politics Religion

Eucharistic Congress for Dublin in 2012

A Eucharistic Congress in Ireland, by Jesus.  How appropriate, and not a second too soon.


How we pine for the glory days of 1932 when priests stalked every dance-hall and evil literature was censored.  Don’t we miss the Irish Enlightenment, when foreign books were unheard of and a local filth-monger like Seán Ó Faoláin called himself The Leader of the Banned?

Happy, happy days, when nobody needed to think.  Great days when a kindly Church would do any thinking you required, and tell you what your opinion was.

Great days when a Catholic Archbishop had the final say on drafting our constitution.  When nuns used unmarried mothers as slaves in their laundries.  When Christian Brothers abused, raped and tortured little boys in their industrial schools.  When contraception was illegal.  When clerical child-abusers were above the law.  When mad, religious gauleiters turned this country into a Catholic Albania.

Isn’t it fucking marvellous?

Another Eucharistic Congress, by Jesus, and how apt.

It’ll fit in just fine with 2012, by which time we’ll be out of the European Union, and it’ll be just like back in de Valera’s day.  Our politicians will be down on their knees again, kissing some bishop’s fucking ring.  With a cultural and economic wall around us, we’ll be the envy of the world, as we gather together in our cosy mud cabins, telling each other the old, old stories, in between drug-addled bursts of the fucking Rosary.  Proud, uncorrupted and strong in our beliefs.

Christ, the blood stirs in my veins as I think about it.  All those legions of staunch Catholics marching behind their frilly banners in their monochrome trench-coats and flat caps.  A new Ireland, by God, and none of those foreign European johnnies telling us how to run our business. And what a wonderful job we’ve made of it so far, with a health service that leads the world, an education system second to none, and a twenty-fifth century public transport system.


Just nod and say yes.

All we need now is a Dev figure and a crazy bishop.  We already have the mad, fascist Catholic gang: Youth Defence, or Cóir as they prefer to call themselves now that they’re no longer so youthful.  Maybe Sinéad O Connor might volunteer as the bishop.


I’m a bit stuck for the Dev candidate, and any suggestions would be welcome.  I’m thinking that Declan Ganley, another foreign-born leader, might fit the bill, but these are trifling matters.  What counts now is that Ireland is back on the right track.  Strong, individual, Catholic and in its rightful position, with its back turned firmly to the world and its head in the sand.

God will provide.



Previously on Bock

Das Papahund

Ratzo’s Leap

Cardinal Error: Brady Gets the Red Hat

The Mobile Consecrator Rises Again

Half God, Half Biscuit

Superstition, Witch-doctors and Other Religious Bullshit