It should come as no surprise that the filthiest, most venomous viper in the brood should be the Cardinal Archbishop of the swamp that is D.C.

 

Most of my fellow Catholics are undoubtedly shaking their heads sadly at the non-stop torrent of terrible and tragic disclosures of clerical child sex abuse. Many, I’m sure have been reduced to tears. I certainly have. As a victim of such abuse, the subject raises memories that are normally locked away. (I was not Catholic, so no, it was not at the hand of a priest, but at the sadly, much more common, hand of a family member.) Some of the details of the abuse cited in the PA’s AG report are so heart-wrenching that the tears quickly give way to outrage and anger and yes, to hatred!

That is where I find myself. I feel nothing but hatred for the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops right now. I’ve written my own Bishop, informing him that I have joined the ranks of Catholics who will refuse to contribute to any diocesan project until certain demands are met.

The Letter does little to mollify the anger, however. I find myself praying that every Attorney General in the nation follows Pennsylvania’s lead and raid the chanceries of every diocese in the country. I pray the Feds launch a RICO investigation. I pray the movement catches fire and goes global.

I know that such an outcome would more than decimate the Church hierarchy – hell, at this point I would be surprised if even a tenth of them would be left standing when the dust finally clears – but I. Don’t. Care.

I want my Church purged of these filthy faggots! I want the sodomites stripped of their collars. I want them stripped of the priestly black and cardinal’s red. I want to see these perverts and the cowards who protected them spend the rest of their days in prison orange. And in my more livid moments, I must confess, I want to see them burn at the stake!

No, I’m not being hyperbolic. I really do want to see these monstrous abusers of children burn at the stake.

I trust my Lord’s promise that He would be with His Church until world’s end. I believe my Lord when He said that the Gates of Hell would fall before us. And so I say, ‘bring on the chastisement! Bring on the indictments, the perp-walks, the trials, the sentences and the  Auto-da-fe, if it be God’s Will.

 

 

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War Demons – A Book Recomendation

War Demons: A Supernatural Thriller (The Prodigal Son Book 1) by [Newquist, Russell]

Michael Alexander returns from Afghanistan to his hometown of Athens Georgia with a case of PTSD, a guilty conscience and an actual demon in this fierce-flying, high action urban fantasy. There are also vampires (of sorts), golems and even a dragon for our protagonist to contend with. But worst of all there is also a psycho ex-lover in the mix!

And there’s a whole lot of combat in the tale. All kinds of combat: magical, close-quarter hand-to-hand, sword slinging and shoot ‘em ups galore, all written in a taut, engaging style. The book is so packed with action sequences that you will be carried from front cover to back in a dizzying, adrenaline-fueled rush.

If the story has a fault, it is one born of excess. And here I might just be quibbling but, there were so many golems and vampires and zombies that the trees were lost for the forest. By this I mean that any creepy, vile or other-worldly vibe to the monsters was lost when they were being blown away like so many featureless clay pigeons. My complaint only applies to the monsters used as hordes. The titular demon, the dragon and the ex-girlfriend were by contrast very well drawn.

If you’re a fan of Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files or Larry Correia’s Monster Hunter International, then Russell Newquist’s War Demons will be sure to please.

The State of The Church…

… Is, In Short, A F#@&*$%! Mess!

 

“The floor of Hell is paved with the skulls of bishops.”

— Saint Athanasius, Council of Nicaea. 325 A.D. – Attributed

 

 

MercatorNet  has a succinct summary of the Cardinal whose sins have loosed this latest scandal on Holy Mother Church.

One might think that such a scandal would dampen my faith and/or love of the Catholic Church, but they would be wrong. It would only be disheartening if I looked to the Church hierarchy for leadership. But I don’t. In fact, even as I was entering the Church in 2013, I knew that real men were few and far between in the hierarchy.  I had the very real impression during my RCIA days that I was entering the ruins of the Church as it was described in the apologetics, histories and catechisms I had voraciously been reading through. It was obvious to me that the wreckage around me was the result of an epic failure of leadership. And so I don’t look to the hierarchy for leadership. I welcome the scandal, believing as Pope Saint Gregory the Great did, “It is better that scandals arise than truth be suppressed.”

I pray these dark and disturbing truths set us free from our present, feckless and faithless leadership. I pray this scandal topples every sodomite and their every enabler from whatever office they hold. I pray the whole United States Conference of Catholic Bishops  finds the humility to offer up their resignations en masse as did their equally spineless brethren in  Chile.

And I pray for their souls!