My Pookie dumped me last weekend. I awoke to a note. And while a little sad and disappointed, I feel that he was right to go and that I should not continue to ruin his life. In fact I think I may have broken my little Pookie. Here’s why:
“You are the worst Pookie ever.”
“You have noggin problems.”
“You appear to be suffering Obsessive Pookie Disorder.”
“I am going to replace you with a better and less annoying Pookie.”
“I think you have some sort of pestilence of the Pookie.”
“You are a peanut.”
“You are some sort of nut product.”
“I am rapidly becoming anophylactic.”
“I would like you more if you fermented.”
“You have intellectual mange.”
And they were the nice things I wrote on his Christmas card.
Filed under: Australia, Religion | Tags: Cardinal Pell, Catholicism, Pope Benedict, World Youth Day
While it is lovely that Il Papa Benedict is here having a gay old time in Sydney, I am concerned he is leading his happy pilgrims into an unsustainable and deadly lifestyle. Personally, I think they are being conned. This post is not intended to be one of my anti-religious rants. Far from it. I have liked what the church has done in regard to providing health care and education. I may even like Pope Benedict. I am sure has lots of good things going for him. I like his little red shoes. The Pope wears Prada.
No, it is not Benedict that I have the problem with. It is what he is in charge of, and it is what his church teaches. The Catholic church has intellectual scurvy, and many of its’ leaders have pestilence of the noggin.
Take for example the ongoing sadness in Africa. With birth rates spiralling out of control at two and a half times the world average (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_countries_by_birth_rate), and with Africa recording 6o per cent of the world’s HIV figures (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIV/AIDS_in_Africa). The greater sin is not fucking without a condom, but fucking with lives to such a great extent that people are born to suffer in famine and sickness. Every sperm is sacred, but people more-so.
And let us not forget kiddy-fiddling by the Clergy. It is quite simply wrong and is most probably a result of that ridiculous vow of celibacy that priests must undertake. And if it is not kids, it is the ‘needy’ and those with ’special needs’ that tend to receive the attention. Take for example my old flatmate. He was, and is a screwed up, drug addicted, lapsed Catholic. In 2000 he met the now-late and not lamented Father J., who ’ministered’ to him, in that ’special way’ gay boys like.
Father J. did very little for my flatmate. And for my former flatmate, going down on Father J. did very little for him, or his fragile mental health. But there is good news in this, the old priest turned up his toes earlier this year and is quite possibly now being spit roasted by the devil over the coal-fired pits of hell.
But burning coal doesn’t seem to be a problem, for only this week we had Torquemada, err Cardinal Pell exclaim that “I’m a bit of a sceptic about the claim that human activity is likely to produce a man-made catastrophe.” I’m well aware that over … hundreds of years there have been great changes in the climate and whether we are going through one of those changes or whether we are contributing to that, I don’t know.”
So now we know it is fine. Keep those hell-fires and that brimstone burning kids, Cardinal Pell said it was okay.
