Indulge Me While I Piss On The Pontiff's Hypocritical Puffery
I'm done.
I was Christened, wore my hideous tartan skirt to parochial school (Hi Sister Mary Dennis!), said twelveteen thousand rosaries as penance for my incessant sixth grade lust for Chuck Waddell, and even spent the night in my car when Pope John Paul II came to Columbia, South Carolina when I was in college.
JANE HAS DONE THE CATHOLIC THANG, SO PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I WILL ENTERTAIN NO INSINUATION THAT I AM "ANTI-CATHOLIC".
I am ANTI a LOT of things, but as a matter of course, I don't like to HATE an entire GROUP of people, however misled, based on the actions of a few of their HYPOCRITICAL leaders.
But please, somebody tell me where the leader of the most corrupt religion in history gets off coming onto my soil and lecturing me on "injustices" done to minorities at the hands of my government.
OK, then Bennie, let's cast our memory back, but not as far as colonial times. Let's go back to someplace a little easier to recall. The 40's, maybe. Germany? Ringing any liturgical bells?
To say that the Catholic Church has traced a pristine path through history is understating realty by a long chalk. So let us not continually judge, Benj, lest you be continually judged.
Even we recalcitrant Catholics are not allowed to point out that the Emperor the Church is naked or we get the label...what is it...a "Catholic basher". A Hate Crime by standards that I don't accept or recognize. I just call it the unfortunate truth.
Latest hypocrisy: Churchmarm casts ticket scalpers into Hell for selling access to the Pope.
Sacraments not for sale? Since when?
Damn that Martin Luther.