An Euphemism free post
It’s not that I care, because I never have. What’s hilarious to me is how much the Catholic Church has become a plain-jane-respected Institution to whom governments the world over now kowtow. It was better when they were at bitter odds.
Those who love Obama (or Bush) overlook the fact that many innocents, including women and children, are paying the price for us to perfect precision in terms of drone killing, by getting themselves blown to unrecognizable bloddy bits, such that their loved ones—which they have, incidentally—have nothing to burry but spoonfuls. But no worries. They’re just Afghans, Iraqis, Pakistanis, Yemenis. Back to the Starbucks. Humanity isn’t what counts, here. Borders and culture count.
Here we have the Internet, a veritable battleground of ideas internationally fugured, but we’re worried about how a defense contractor is going to make his next rent payment, and how the Preseident is going to still look like a President in good ‘ol 18th century terms. It’s so very different from King, so we have to keep wreaking havoc that other branches of government sign off on, to eke out a distinction.
Those who love the Institution of the Roman Catholic church just love the Pope and all the drama surrounding the change from one old fuck to a slightly less old fuck. They overlook the fact that a huge part of the Popes’ and exalted next-in-line Cardinals’ job, now, is to control the bimbo eruptions. Yea, “bimbo,” as in: altar boys and candle-lighters and helpers in general and whatnot who trustred that you & ilk said the Church was good.
And they wanted to be good. Their innocent, salutary virtue got them fucked in the ass, literally. In payment for their trust in you & ilk—as you continued to overlok the evil of rape that you heard about in whispers over decades—they got bent over forcibly, or seduced by an authority of your own propped-up making. Those boys, innocently eager to please family and church, got an erect, mature male penis thrust into their anus—after they’d been forced to suck that same cock to the tune of “don’t you like it?”—until that Preist—and minister to the flock for greater values—had a human animal sexual orgasm and left his sperm in that boy’s anus.
I told you this was euphemism free right up top. I’m not letting you hide behind “drone strikes” or “molestation.”
So go have a good time with your new authority for the authoritarian institution you like so much and have a good time as well in deep discussion about how his “policies”—no doubt by iPhone from God—are going to effect your Catholic experience.
Or, and I’m serious, just realize that you personally, and perhaps your family, got out of the Catholic church pretty much what you expected and what you wanted. So go do your rituals in the booth, get your dirty forehead, eat bad bread and drink a sip of cheap wine, and just leave it at that. And then let it die in course, as it should. Stop teaching your children. And if you just can’t manage because it means so much to you, then please keep your boys away. Can you manage that at least? Pretty please, with certified raw organic honey on top?