Eat the Poor
The “Punch to the Head” award of the week goes to St. Louis Archbishop Raymond Burke. He’s ticked because Rick Majerus (St. Louis Men’s Basketball Coach) supports abortion. Good ‘ol Bishop Burke feels that the “appropriate action” should be taken against Majerus.
When someone uses the vague term “appropriate action”, they’re grandstanding, and in this case, more likely than not trying to blather their way up the clergy food chain.
Burke is the same guy who stated that he would not give John Kerry Communion because Kerry supported abortion rights.
Set aside the fact that men who “only have a relationship with god” should not be commenting on issues of sex and reproduction – that’s a whole other conversation. We can also find time for the separation of church and state discussion and why religious leaders constantly call for the heads of those who speak freely.
The real issue is why does the Catholic Church oppose abortion?
Does the church care for all those unborn souls? Maybe. I’m sure some do. But, there’s more at work here.
Who predominately gets abortions – the poor. And who does the church love to “save” – the poor. Who guess who makes up the majority of parishes (and donations) – that’s right, the poor.
Are we seeing a pattern here kids?
When parishioner numbers are down (and they are), donations go down, and god-forbid if any of these Bishops had to hock their nice jewelry or purple velvet cloaks.
Look, it’s always been about numbers – the more in your flock, the more important you look and the more your coffers are filled.
Does abortion directly impact a decline in parishioner numbers, I don’t know, but I do know that’s a risk Burke and his cronies aren’t willing to take.
You’re wasting your time on this one, Dago. It’s old news, and tired news at that. Nobody gives a shit anymore, about the Catholic church, the church’s stand on abortion, scummy archbishops, or pederast b’ball coaches. Sure, there’s a few million little old ladies left who are still buying into all the lies and throwing their sticky pennies into the collection baskets, but they’re too busy dying of old age to care about much of anything. When they’re gone, who’s left to carry the old Jesus torch? The Mexicans? Maybe…they’re still pretty into it and they’ve got the numbers going for ‘em. And from my vantage point up here in sunny NorCal, they’re not lining up in droves at Dr. Coathanger’s Abortion clinic.
Here’s the real news, and yes I’m paraphrasing the classic message from Soylent Green: You know those little wafers that Fr. Greasybutt sticks in your mouth at mass during Holy Communion? Well they’re not bread, they’re made out of spunk! It’s true. Think about it…
Back in the day, when the nuns were forcing us into church every week at whip-point, we’d all dutifully go up and get those nasty wafers shoved in our mouths. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, they’re thin and kinda translucent and usually have some indecipherable symbol heatstamped on them (might even be the greek symbol for NAMBLA, I dunno…) But into your mouth it went, leaving you with two choices:
1. Chew the fucker up right away and gulp it down so as to get rid of the nasty taste in your mouth asap, or -
2. Let it dissolve on your tongue until it goes away. For some of us, this was preferable to option 1 above as chewing it up usually resulted in a sticky wad of goo that stuck to your teeth. It was like a big huge booger if you chewed it. But the dissolve method solved that problem, leaving only the horrible aftertaste issue (easily fixed by a piece of candy from the nice man in the raincoat standing outside church).
It was while letting the wafer dissolve one Easter Sunday morning in a packed basilica that little Johnny suddenly shouted, “Hey! This tastes just like Father O’Bri…” Fortunately, the nun standing behind little Johnny aborted his shocking discovery by splitting his head open with an oak pointer. And you were wondering how my response had ANYthing to do with abortion. Well there you have it.
Cornboy
Oh yeah, one more thing: I seriously doubt that poor people are the predominant social class seeking abortion services. All those rich-bitch debutantes, society sluts, and daddy’s girls are stomping all over the trailer trash waiting in line at the clinics. Of course, most if not all of these rich girls aren’t Catholic anyway but that doesn’t matter.