I’ve been feeling very grumpy lately, which isn’t like me, as you know. I suppose it might have to do with the fact that the country is completely broke thanks to the criminals in the banks and the fools in government, but that can’t be the whole story.
It has to be more than that. If I believed in bullshit, I’d say it was a bad aura, but since I don’t believe in bullshit, I won’t say that.
Talking of bullshit, did you hear that fucking eejit, Monsignor Maurice Dooley, on the radio today? [A reader reminds me that it was a repeat of an old interview, as part of the year’s round-up.]
This is the fool who made a complete ape of himself last March by telling the nation that bishops have no obligation to report crimes of child-rape to the civil authorities. Maurice Dooley is a former professor of canon law, which tells you all you need to know about canon law — shit they made up. Dooley thinks canon law is superior to the law of the land, and sees no problem with the cover-up of the Catholic hierarchy, including Seán Brady, swearing raped children to secrecy.
That’s Cardinal Seán Brady.
What an absolute prick.
This evening, on Matt Cooper’s show, Dooley tried the same nonsense, and promptly walked into a wall of opposition in the shape of Colm O Gorman, who exposed the morally-bereft waffler for the bullshitter that he is.
Why? Because although Maurice Dooley might know all there is to be known about the rules of his church, he has no standing in this State. As Michael McDowell memorably expressed it, the rules of Dooley’s church have the same standing in this country as the rules of a golf club. No more and no less.
When a golfer abuses children, I don’t want to hear some club manager telling me that he’s protected by the rules of golf.
O Gorman challenged the arrogant cleric and beat him hands down, reducing the miserable old fool to moaning about intemperate language. He confronted Dooley on his use of the word “jousting”, which is precisely what Dooley himself does. Playing word-games and indulging in the immature, undergraduate games he and his fellow applicants for the priesthood used to play when they were 19, while at the same time ignoring the reality of rape. It was all they had to keep them amused, in the absence of a mature sexual relationship, but Maurice is getting on now. You’d think he might find a new way to sublimate his rage at never getting laid.
Dooley was getting his rocks off on the radio until Colm O Gorman challenged his hypocrisy, and all the morallly-bankrupt old cleric could do was complain about intemperate language.
It’s not intemperate if it’s true, and Colm O Gorman nailed the old hypocrite.
These guys call themselves Canon Lawyers, when in fact they’re not lawyers of any sort, but simply dispensers of Catholic rules. And these are the same people who shut down all disclosure to the civil power when the bishops knew full well that crimes had taken place. Only last week, when Chapter 19 of the Murphy Report was published, we saw the power of these pedants. We saw how Gerard Sheehy, another ideologue in the mould of Dooley, instructed one bishop after another not to inform the police about child rape by a priest. “Outrageous” was Sheehy’s word for the suggestion that the police should be informed.
And one bishop after another obeyed the miserable old bully, leaving the way open for the rapists to continue abusing children.
In many ways, I suppose we should be grateful for gobshites like Maurice Dooley, who continue to expose the true attitude of the Catholic church. Maurice is like the proverbial Japanese soldier on the remote Pacific island who doesn’t know the Emperor has surrendered, except that in Maurice’s case, he’s right. The Emperor hasn’t surrendered. Last week, we were treated to the spectacle of Ratzo telling us that back in the Seventies, nobody knew it was wrong to be fucking children.
That struck me as a very strange statement from the head of a church so obseesed with sex.
I can guarantee you that back in the Seventies, the Catholic church knew it was wrong to be fucking dogs and goats. After all, they spent most of their time telling the world it was wrong to be fucking your hand.
But somehow, they overlooked children.
Dogs, goats, sheep, hands, all bad.
Children? Not so much.
That’s the Catholic church.
They knew it was evil to put a piece of rubber on the end of your dick, but somehow they couldn’t see much wrong with fucking a child.
Nice one Ratzo. A severe case of mortal relativism, in my opinion.