For Us? Jail. For Priests? A Retreat!
JULY 2010
A
man creeps out from the bushes, grabs a young boy, pulls the child back to the
concealment of the bushes, slaps a piece of duct tape across the child’s mouth
for silence, throws the terrified boy into a waiting van, and drives off. All in
less than 30 seconds. That boy is his for as long as he wants him. He drives to
a pre-planned, secluded place in the woods somewhere. He sexually abuses the boy
for as long as he wants, in any way he wants. Unless there are witnesses, he
will never be caught. When he’s through with the child, he tosses him into a
remote leafy ravine and gets on with his life. Finishing off his bottle of
bourbon, which he also tosses into the ravine, he looks forward to examining the
many Polaroids of his abuse of the little boy. He won’t keep the photos too
long of course. He will burn them eventually. He is not stupid. He is just evil.
There will be more children and more photos in his future.
If
this monster is unlucky enough to be discovered and prosecuted, he will be
tried, convicted and thrown into prison for a very long time. However, only a
tiny percentage of these perverts are ever caught, and there are still psychologists
who think that with “talk therapy” such men can be cured. Bull. You cannot
“fix” pedophiles or serial rapists. Their brains are wired wrong from the
start, and all you can hope to do is keep them away from any future victims.
Remove those ugly thoughts from your mind and think of something beautiful and serene, like a lovely church. With stained glass windows, and perhaps some chanting in the distance, peace reigns supreme on gorgeous grounds, meticulously groomed. This is true beauty. Imagine now a priest asking one young altar boy to stay behind after the others have left. The boy feels honored. Very special. “Yes, Father?” the boy asks sweetly.
The priest leads the little boy into his
private quarters, and offers to watch some videos with him. Popcorn, cola—this
is heaven! The priest of course knows that the child is one of seven to a single
mother who has to work two jobs just to put food on her meager table. The little
boy appreciates the attention—and the popcorn! This is a treat he never sees
at home. The stage is set.
These
“special” get-togethers become more frequent and the boy’s mother
couldn’t be happier or more proud. Her little one is special! The priest said
so! She prays to God and to the Blessed Virgin, thanking them for this honor.
Life is not easy, but this helps to make all her hard work seem more meaningful.
“Hail Mary, full of grace, blessed art Thou . . . .”
As
the priest and the boy become closer, the priest will often put his arm around
the child and sometimes stroke his thighs. The boy doesn’t even notice. He’s
eating his ice cream cone! But when the stroking involves the boy’s genitals
he is uncomfortable. His ice cream cone isn’t as good. He’s distracted by
the priests two hands, now fondling his genitals and his backside. Something is
wrong, and as young as he is he knows that. But what to do?
As
these “special” sessions become more frequent, the boy notices that the
videos have changed. No longer generic cartoons and cowboy movies, they show men
fondling little boys, first in clothes and then naked! This is completely new to
the child and he looks away at first. The priest fondles more firmly and the boy
now knows he’s in trouble. He can’t just leave. This is his priest!
Eventually, as he feared, his clothes are removed and his naked body is now
being caressed. There is no need to go into any more detail as the progression
is so predictable. Clothes come off of both of them, and the priest does things
with his mouth and then asks the boy to do the same to him. Then there is more.
When the child finally gets to go home, he is vaguely ashamed and thoroughly
confused. Why was this priest doing this to him?
If
this monster is unlucky enough to be discovered, he will not be
prosecuted. Nooooooooooo. No, this monster will be sent to a retreat somewhere,
with lovely gardens and water fountains, where he will try to “talk” through
his “problem.” Or he will simply be sent to a different diocese where he
will have a fresh batch of boys to prey on. Why should this be so? How is the
priest any different from the man with the van in the bushes?
The
simple answer: he isn’t. He’s a pedophile, just like the van man. Zero
difference—except the priest has the protection of the largest
and most influential church on earth. They all did. Being a Catholic priest was
a pedophile’s heaven. So to speak. Tsk, tsk. Naughty priest? Well, let’s
quietly relocate him. And that is precisely what has been going on for over a
thousand years.
In
a 1970 Oakland, California case, a particularly brutal case of abuse was
reported quite differently in two different publications. In The Catholic
Voice, Fr. Kiesle was accused of “lewd conduct with minors.” In the Contra
Costa Times, a secular newspaper, Kiesle was reported “tying
up and molesting two preteen boys in the rectory of Our Lady of the Rosary
Church in Union City.” Don’t quite sound like the same stories, do they?
The
current pope, Benedict XVI, Cardinal Ratziner at the time, did everything
possible to delay, conceal and evade the whole mess, and he tried mightily to
make the whole thing go away. It didn’t.
It’s
a Freaking Felony!
Now
would be a good time to take a breath and examine this whole thing more
carefully. In all the articles about priest abuse you read words like
laicization and defrocking and removed from active duty and sent on extended
leave and counseling and on and on as if they had committed some minor
infractions. They are felons! It is a felony to rape children, but
here again we see the Catholic Church’s enormous power, even over the secular
press.
But
even in the regular news we hear about “sex offenders.” What the hell is a
sex offender? Is that someone who engages in sex even though he has extreme body
odor? The wording makes it seem that innocuous. A child rapist is not an
“offender.” He’s a violent criminal. Or molester. There’s another
euphemism. Molest? If a boy pulls really hard on a girl’s pony tail, he’s
molesting her. If a priest rapes a boy he is committing a heinous, violent
crime. Let’s change our terminology, shall we?
But
terminology aside, let’s change our laws, shall we? It’s bad
enough that they pay no property taxes, even on their clearly money-making,
secular condominiums, but why should the Roman Catholic Church be exempt from
secular laws when they commit felonious crimes? Why? Even though the animal
Kiesle was arrested for his crimes in 1978, nothing happened to him for
three years, and even at that all that happened was that a letter was
sent to Rome for guidance. The letter was ignored and it wasn’t until 1987
that the bastard was defrocked. Rape some boys, lose your vestments. Jeez. Tough
rules. And while the Church can afford to pay billions in lawsuits for its
priests’ crimes, how many lives were forever ruined? We will never know, but
what we do know is that drugs and alcohol and totally undeserved
guilt and shame and suicides and
all manner of horrible things have happened to victims of these rotten priests.
I wish there were a hell for them to burn in.
The
most enormous difference, however, between the van man and the priests is that
children are told, firmly and decisively, at a very early age, that priests are God’s
Representatives on Earth. Give that a think. What could ever be more
important than that? Who could ever be more important than that?
Well, no one. That’s why over the ages priests have been given such respect
and treated with such deference. God’s
Representative on Earth—with a hard-on. Hmmm.
Something doesn’t sound right about that, does it? But
that perception of representing God gives them unbridled, thoroughly unlimited
power over young children. It’s complete, unhindered power and control. They
enjoy that part of the obscenities as well. For many it may be all they ever
wanted in the first place. But as God’s Representatives
on Earth, when they talk, you listen. That’s how
it’s always been. Until very, very recently.
How
could a child not be hopelessly confused about what God’s Representative
on Earth orders him to do, and what he has been taught at home and
school about Good Touch and Bad Touch? The experience must be terrifyingly
confusing to a young mind. “Grab your ankles, Timmy!” Disgusting? Of course!
But nowhere near as disgusting as what those priests are doing to those boys.
We’ll never know how many millions of children like Timmy have suffered over
the centuries at the hands of the “Holy” Roman Catholic Church. It all just
makes you want to puke. “God’s representative” my aching ass.
“Celibacy”
is the current, popular culprit in the worldwide frenzy of the horrific extent
of Roman Catholic priests raping altar boys, but that seems unlikely. If it were
just celibacy causing all the trouble, then young girls and boys would be raped
equally. They are not. These pedophile priests seem to prefer boys. I personally
don’t give a damn why that is. I just want to see them all tried and convicted
in secular courts and sent to prison like all other pedophiles.
Interesting proof of the boy-thing is that boys are
not permitted to begin serving at the Altar after reaching their teens. Why? The
official reason is that by then the young men are no longer innocent
enough to serve at the altar. The real reason is that if the boys
began their altar boy duties when they had already reached their teens, they’d
never put up with any of that sex crap. Never. They’d punch out the priests
before allowing anything like that to even start. And that’s why
all altar boys have always begun their duties in their very young years. They
can be cajoled into being raped. Disgusting.
Heil Benedict!
All
hell broke lose in Europe this past April when country after country burst forth
with their own Roman Catholic priest sex abuse scandals, identical to the
American scandals. Ireland was particularly pissed off about the whole thing. It
only took more than a thousand years to finally bring some of the scum into the
light, but it finally happened.
Pope
Benedict XVI perhaps should not be blamed for having been a Nazi. He joined the
Hitler Youth when he was 14, which is a very ambiguous, impressionable age.
However, you have to wonder what the Cardinals were thinking when they chose him
to be pope. Weren’t there any other worthy candidates who had not
been youthful Nazis by choice? This colossal faux pas highlights
the archaic, obsolete, moth-eaten nature of the whole stupid Catholic Church in
the 21st century. It was stupid
enough in the first few centuries, but today? Give it a rest! It’s time to end
it all. No more priests, bishops, cardinals or popes. And for heaven’s sake,
get rid of those idiotic clothes with the cutesy slippers and pointy hats that
are disturbingly reminiscent of the KKK’s outfits, and make them all look like
idiots.
I
am against all religions for reasons stated elsewhere, the main reason being
that religions all begin from the premise that humans are filthy scum from the
moment of birth. What bullshit. What hurtful, stultifying bullshit. Religions,
for the most part, are just money-grubbing control freaks and always have been.
They want power. Sadly, for most of human history they have had
it. I wish I could live long enough to see them all fade into nothingness. But
of course I won’t.
However,
it is some small comfort that the child-destroying Catholic priests can never
overcome the distain and contempt they deserve. They have finally been smoked
out of their filthy foxholes. I’m grateful enough for that!
© 2010 Judith
Hayes
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