What a cute little smirk – really love, god won’t mind if you had a wee fiddle.
May 172012
May 072012
Those with a keen eye, will appreciate that I’ve borrowed the title for this post from one of the funniest Father Ted episodes. It’s the one where three bishops visit Craggy Island in order to upgrade the Holy Stone of Clonrichert from a class 3 to a class 2 relic. Their trip does not conclude well. One of their number dies, another has the relic inserted up his arse and the final bishop joins a hippie commune, having lost his faith after listening to Father Dougal’s own theological doubts.
Tentacles of Doom could also be an apt description of what is coming over the horizon at the Irish Roman Catholic Church.
Not content with decades of abusing children and systematically concealing any of the half-hearted enquires they may have conducted, their Primate (for creationists you might have thought they would have avoided that word with its simian connotations) Cardinal Brady has been forced to apologise for not informing the Garda or even the parents of abused children that their offspring were in danger from members of his cult, following his investigations in Donegal. One victim described it perfectly, when recounting the fact that the church moved a child raping priest from parish to parish; “Father Smyth was the disease. The church spread the disease.”
Brady is now facing a rebellion from members of the Association of Catholic Priests (ACP) – the priests’ “trade union.” They want the following:
- Female priests.
- The end of clerical celibacy.
- Contraception.
- Elected bishops.
- A more open and democratic church.
Look – apart from the whole believing in god thing, all of those are admirable wishes. However one would have thought that the priests would have known that the Vatican acceding to any of those reforms is simply not going to happen. They are almost a definition of Roman Catholicism. What it seems the Association of Catholic Priests after is in fact Anglicanism.
It’s funny how they want less tradition and the traditionalists in the Anglican church want more. Ah well, it will all come out in the wash, once those in both churches have had enough time, having been guided by the holy spirit to discern the will of god. Right.
May 072012
I’m not sure what this little dog’s name is or what he’s looking at on the iPhone but I think he’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in ages.
Apr 302012
Well the summer holidays will in part be a re-visitation of the lovely surrounds of the A-frame in Drumbeg. Excellent! I may need to buy a watch to celebrate and another to take with me…
Apr 302012
“Gott mit uns,” literally “God is with us,” can be found on every belt buckle of the German army from WW2. Clearly, if there were a god (which one?) he was not on the side of the Germans, given their catastrophic and entirely justified defeat. Yet believers and armies, continue to place unfounded confidence in some sort of wishful thinking that their imaginary being is going to favour them, their army, their country over their enemies’ armies or countries. Why?
Because a man in fancy dress mumbles some “magic” words over a beaker of water and then sprays the water over some assault rifles with a “holy” paint brush?
Apr 292012
Some twat of a Liberal Democrat had the temerity to post the first election flier through my letter box. The tag line was “Direct and Honest.” As honest as the LibDems, saying “No tuition fees?” A promise, abandoned at the first sniff of the diesel exhaust fumes from a ministerial Jaguar.
This nonentity is called Tim Wight, or should I say Timothy. I thought only Tory scum or dogs in Enid Blighton stories were called Timothy.
What is his actual surname? Wight? Do you mean White? Do you mean Wright? Do you know what you mean?
I know you want to fuck us. Yes. Words you have to remember are: trams, Tory supporters, trams, tuition fees, liars, trams, ruined Edinburgh and electoral oblivion.
Apr 272012
Causing much hilarity on the fourth floor….
And of course, bitch slapping a priest!
Apr 242012
“We’re all in it together….”
