The Nonce-Protector General of all Ireland, Father Doctor Cardinal Sean Brady,
Primate of All Ireland and Cardinal of Armagh, the rotten piece of shit, is resisting calls for his resignation, although none such come from his boss,
Pope Nazi, who, as Ratzinger, consigliere to the tarmac-slobbering previous incumbent, the Polish guy, attempted to sweep aside the scandal of priest noncing in the Eastern United States and when he couldn't do that sought protection for Mother Church Of All The Nonces by seeking section 11 bankruptcy, putting her ill-gotten gains beyond the reach of hundreds of nonced victims awarded compensation by the Federal courts; even by papal standards, Ratzinger, Pope Nazi, Benny the Fourteenth or howeverthefuckmany it is must be as much of a disappointment to a bewildered God as he is to decent, unsuperstitious mortals all around the world; he hasn't, anyway, sacked the cocksucker, Brady, why would he, hundreds of millions of people queue-up weekly to have their heads and their children fucked by these monsters, what's one more?
This from the Times
The Cardinal, who is being sued by a victim for not taking the allegations to the police, was summoned with all 24 of Ireland’s bishops to the Vatican last month to account for the shocking findings in two government-appointed independent inquiries into the Irish Church’s record of child sex abuse.
One of the reports found that the Government had colluded with the Church and legal authorities to cover up almost four decades of sexual abuse and beatings by priests and nuns of thousands of children in state care. The other revealed a litany of cover-ups by senior clergy in the Dublin diocese to protect the Church’s reputation.
In 1975 Cardinal Brady was a 36-year-old canon lawyer and a teacher at St Patrick’s College in Co Cavan. In his role as diocesan secretary he acted as the recorder of evidence on behalf of the bishop at a tribunal session.
At a second meeting a few weeks later he questioned witnesses and recorded their answers. The hearings were held behind closed doors at a Dominican friary and at the Norbertine Order’s Holy Trinity Abbey. They were presided over by three canon lawyers.
Smyth was accused of sexually assaulting a ten-year-old altar boy and a 14-year-old girl. The boy and girl were required to sign affidavits swearing they would not talk to anybody except priests who had been given special permission by the tribunal. The church authorities did not inform police of the allegations.
In court, Smyth admitted dozens of counts of sexual abuse of children in nine counties over 35 years to 1993. He died of a heart attack in August 1997, one month into his 12-year prison sentence.
Mr O’Gorman, a survivor of clerical abuse, said it was obscene that the victims were required to sign oaths of secrecy and that it was unthinkable for Cardinal Brady to remain as head of the Church in Ireland.
“Whatever his youth, experience or supposed innocence back in 1975, I do not find his defence of ‘I was following orders’ remotely satisfactory,” he said.
Brady, as a canon lawyer - how very mediaeval - in the seventies, officiated at a hearing in which child victims of a Superstar Priest-Nonce were bound to silence over their treatment. We know how these things go, terrified children and cruel grown men threatening them, their parents, their eternal souls. Monsters, as bad, almost, as their physical abusers, maybe worse. Now Cardinal and a Vatican intimate of long standing, Brady denies that he did anything wrong, denies that he needs to, at the very least resign and fuck off. But preferably face serious charges and spend some years on a Paddy Nonce Wing
The Irish are a lyrically melancholy bunch and some of them are murderous, torturing filth, emboldened by crass, fairytale mythology and Guinness-swigging, spud-gulping, rosy-faced, sentimental, thick-as-pigshit, MommasBoy repressed homosexuality. If there is some tribal slight buried in aeons of fanciful history, Paddy will excavate it. And sing about it. Not for him a modern, secular, pluralist approach to history, his ancestors were all saints and scholars, warrior kings, chieftains, seers and bards, the dumb fuck. Worse than Jock, is Paddy. And at the recent IRA-SinnFein conference Gerry Adams, of the Noncing and Torturing Adamses, barnstormed bilingually about what a great place this island would be, so it would, if only it was a one-party Marxist Republic, with him in charge.
Adams, over forty years or so, commanded the murder of thousands of entirely innocent citizens and perhaps more cynically the cruel, deliberate maiming of those he felt were petty criminals, teenagers, their knees shattered, a mother suspected of what Adams would call treason, buried alive. In all this glorious time the bold Fenian NancyBoys have never administered a punishment beating to Father Nonce - some kid selling a bit of blow and not paying Gerry's bumboys their cut and JesusMaryAndJoseph the wee fucker'll pay with his knees, so he will. But thousands of children molested, assaulted, raped, buggered and passed around from priest to monsignor, well, that's no business of the IRA. Funny, that, ever quick to police anti-social behaviour, Gerry and Marty seem to turn a blind eye to this most scandalous aspect of Irish life.
The Roman Catholic church in Ireland and the IRA have long been uneasy bedfellows but bedfellows nevertheless. Maybe it's a case of we'll overlook your bombings and shootings if you overlook our wee foibles. It is time that the decent people of Eire, if there are any, rose up and threw both these gangs of fuckers into the Liffey, there should be no legitimate peace process with either of them, that we now hallow the mass murderer and his dialectic is just another of Blair's toxic leavings; that we, all of us, not just Paddy, maintain diplomatic relations with the Vatican is a stain and a problem and a disgrace which future people will find incredible.