Half God, Half Biscuit

Horoscopes, astrology, palm reading, clairvoyance, mediums and tarot are the new Irish superstitions, according to Seán Brady, Archbishop of Armagh. (You might remember Seán from the open letter I wrote to him a while back – have a look at the end of this page).

You can see how he’d be upset, can’t you?

Sean would prefer people not to believe in superstitions, mediums and shamans. Absolutely not. Instead, he wants people to believe in perfectly reasonable things that aren’t a bit superstitious. For instance, people should believe that when Seán waves his hands at a biscuit, he can turn it into God. Hmm. That seems logical.

He’d also like them to believe, among other things, that

  • God has a mother and presumably therefore a grandmother, cousins and in-laws

(Holy Eamonn, second-cousin of God, pray for us sinners . . .)

  • The dead can walk


  • Seán’s boss, Ratzo, is infallible.  You remember Ratzo? The kindly old former Hitler Youth and head of the Inquisition.
  • Mother Teresa wasn’t a swindling crook
  • Seán and his buddies have the power to forgive sins
  • The church he represents has anything to do with the teachings of Jesus.

Seán is upset that people have become distracted from their faith, as he puts it. People, according to Seán, are seeking to control their own future. I’m guessing here that Seán would like people to place themselves in the hands of his priests, as they used to do in the old days.

Who remembers what happened when people placed themselves in the hands of priests? More to the point, who remembers what happened when priests with too much power and nobody questioning them got their hands on people? Especially little people.

These things – tarot, astrology and clairvoyance – Seán reckons are part of the new Irish superstition.

Hmm. That would be as opposed to the old Irish superstition, I suppose.


Open letter to Seán Brady: Brady Gets The Red Hat

Other deeply offensive posts:

They Just Don’t Get It, Do They?

Still Stuck in Knock

Mother Teresa, the Crook

Oh Those Feckin Old Bishops

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