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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

legions of hell

And so the jeering Tricoteuses of the Irish media pogrom against the Catholic Church gathered in a baying mob around the honorable dignified courageous figure of Cardinal Sean Brady.
They spent a day at it.
This was Independent Newspapers, RTE and The Irish Times' revenge for Cardinal Sean Brady's defiance of their attempts in concert with infiltrating pseudo progressive Archbishop Diarmuid Martin to force a generation of Bishops from office by falsely labelling them as concealers of child abuse.
By defying the media and Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's arbitrary ascription of guilt towards those Bishops at a meeting with the Pope in Rome, Cardinal Sean Brady had brought the mob down upon himself.
All day I've watched them judging him.
It's all lies.
A show trial.
A public denunciation.
Right out of Mao's China or the old Soviet Union.
Pure barbarism.
The punishment is the process.
And look at the denunciators.
Look at the class of them.
Joe Little of RTE sniggeringly proclaiming: "There is a public mood against Cardinal Brady."
The only evidence he offered for his false claim that the public is against Cardinal Sean Brady was the jeering front page headlines on anti Catholic newspapers.
Joe Little is a strange sort of person to sit in judgement.
Joe Little has never admitted to the public the part Joe Little played in his youth in an organisation called Socialist Worker which tirelessly sought to extend the rulership of the most murderous communist regimes over the whole of humanity.
Joe Little has never come clean about Joe Little's attempts as a student radical to bring communist dictatorship to Ireland.
Joe Little has never spoken openly about his atheistic bigotries, his detestation of the Catholic Church which he considered a sworn enemy of communism, or about his psychotically delusional ambitions to reduce Ireland to a one party Soviet dictatorship.
I'd like to hear about this stuff.
Let's face it.
If Little Joe had had his way, Ireland would have been the smallest f--king province in the Russian empire.
But thanks to the Catholic Church our country remained one of only about ten nations on the surface of the planet earth to successfully avoid the seductions of communist enslavement.
Must have been frustrating for you and the comrades Joey Boy.
Our Catholic culture was so strong that it simply couldn't be subverted.
Not any more.
The liberal Tricoteuses, many converted communists like Joe Little, are succeeding where the old communists failed.
Makes you think doesn't it.
They have seduced a generation with sex culture, abortion culture, euthanasia culture, porno culture, drugs culture, the violent society and MTV.
In so doing they have created the most massive levels of murder, torture, child sexual abuse and rape ever seen in any generation.
They have spent Ireland almost overnight into the third world.
No other generation of Irish people bankrupted the country as the present anti Catholic generation has done.
And worse.
They have in just 30 years of hedonism almost undone 1500 years of Christianity.
Supplanting the love of Christ and service to the community as exemplified by the saintly Cardinal Sean Brady, supplanting this beautiful vocational style of Catholic living, supplanting and all but extinguishing it I say, with their own crude self worship and idolatrous rule of the mob.
And now Joe Little, this pious apologist for mass murder, this epitome of mediocrity, this little Joe Little, presumes to sit in judgement on the decent, heroic, self sacrificing, giant of humanity Cardinal Sean Brady.
This overpaid shilling hack Joe Little earnestly and malignly construes wrongdoing in the life of a hero where no wrongdoing exists.
It's positively diabolical.
Yes.
An abomination.
Then there's Miriam O'Callaghan.
Miriam O'Callaghan presents a chat show on RTE, a publicly funded television station, and is herself no stranger to scandal.
Miriam O'Callaghan's husband is programme commissioning editor at RTE.
Miriam O'Callaghan's husband has used his position as programme commissioning editor at RTE to commission programmes from a private company he set up, programmes starring his own private wife Miriam O'Callaghan who is interestingly enough already being paid hundreds of thousands of public dollars a year in salaries by RTE to calumniate the Catholic Church, and really doesn't need any more cash from hubby's programme commissioning wheeler dealing largesse.
Miriam O'Callaghan's husband also pays himself at least twice in these instances: Firstly he pays himself from public funds when he commissions a programme starring his wife; Secondly he receives money from his own privately set up company arising from the public funds paid to it by RTE when it actually delivers the programme starring his wife.
And these are the people who presume to sit in malign judgement on the life and witness of Cardinal Sean Brady.
Miriam O'Callaghan's guests last night were the Tricoteuses from central casting.
Patsy McGarry, the atheistic anti Catholic bigot who styles himself religious affairs correspondent of The Irish Times.
Gary O'Sullivan, the liberal editor of a newspaper which scandalously insists on describing itself as The Irish Catholic when in fact it is not a Catholic publication but a private business owned and operated for profit by The Farmers Journal.
And finally came Archbishop Diarmuid Martin, the very one, looking nervous and scared.
Because today was an important day for Archbishop Diarmuid Martin.
His media allies have made a big play.
Their aim is to destroy Cardinal Sean Brady and to once more leave the Irish Catholic Church in the hands of their infiltrating pseudo progressive ally Archbishop Diarmuid Martin.
It's make or break time.
You can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs, eh Archy?
Or breaking some human beings.
Naturally Archbiship Diarmuid Martin looked a little jumpy.
It's not easy to murder a man and carry it off as moral concern about your victim's handling of child abuse cases.
The truth shows on the face.
The soul tends to leak out through the pores.
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin was sweating like a pig.
What if Miriam O'Callaghan dared to press him on the possibilty that he had played a part in trying to destroy Cardinal Sean Brady?
What is she dared to suggest what everyone else knows has happened?
What if she asked whether the present media storm against Cardinal Sean Brady had been orchestrated with the collusion of Archbishop Diarmuid Martin?
What then?
Archbishop Diarmuid Martin need not have worried.
Miriam O'Callaghan is not that kind of journalist.
She has no interest in the truth.
She's on side.
She's a part of the anti Catholic conspiracy.
Even so, guilt ran in runnels from the porcine visage of Archbishop Diarmuid Martin.
The interview with him in plush bottomed squalor was flanked with vapid amoral commentary from Gary O'Sullivan and Patsy McGarry.
There was no honour in it.
And this was the jury of assassins assembled by the embezzler of public funds the million dollar a year multi tasking multi salaried Miriam O'Callaghan to sit in judgement on Cardinal Sean Brady, a man who has worked for nothing a year for the whole of his life, serving the people of Ireland tirelessly, selflessly and compassionately wherever and whenever he could, day or night, at home or abroad.
I don't say it lightly bold readers.
I say it because I know it's true.
What I've said is who Cardinal Sean Brady is.
And what I've said about the cabal of monsters attempting to hound him to destruction is what they are.
For Miriam O'Callaghan and her liberal friends to sit in judgement on Cardinal Sean Brady is also an abomination.
But you all know I think that.
They twittered away together self satisfiedly.
Only the sweat glistening on Archbishop Diarmuid Martin gave the lie to the lies that were being propagated.
Damning Cardinal Sean Brady with their faint praises.
Not one of them man enough or woman enough to stand up and cry: "This is a persecution."
Not one.
The whole thing was orchestrated almost to perfection.
Except they couldn't stop Archbishop Diarmuid Martin from sweating.
It was the damndest thing.
The only chink of truth in their web of deceit.
The sweat that gilded the lily of their deceptions.
But television was only one front in this crude and unwarranted attack on the reputation of Cardinal Sean Brady.
A rash of newspaper attacks on Cardinal Sean Brady had been coordinated to run in tandem with the television and radio attacks on him.
No mention now of the media's blatent attempts to destroy a generation of Bishops two months ago using precisely the same tactics.
This time everything was directed at one man.
The synchronisation was perfect.
Perfectly infernal.
For at the same time as the Irish media were attacking Cardinal Sean Brady, international media groups had dug up some sex abuse case from the period when Pope Benedict was a Bishop in Germany.
A case that had occurred in the region over which he was Bishop.
You see how they do this.
Every institution on earth has had to deal with paedophiles in its ranks.
More so now than ever.
Yet with the Catholic Church the media just have to find one case.
And then they can reinterpret the church's discretion in dealing with such matters as concealment.
It is a satanic manoeuvre.
Debased and debasing.
Those who are spearheading this terror, may yet find that they themselves will not remain untouched by it.
Such was the experience of the Tricoteuses in the French Revolution.
The Tricoteuses were haggard old women who cheered on the executions while cackling over their knitting.
Trictoteuses.
It means knitters.
A trivial term for murderers.
But it captures something.
Even if our own murderers still restrict themselves to the murder of reputations.
Look at them cackling.
Brenda Power in the Daily Mail, a crowing crone, deriding the church in tones of utmost coiffeured condescension, suggesting that Cardinal Sean Brady should be left in office only so that the likes of Brenda Power can humiliate him further.
Sometimes evil has a hair do, eh Brenda.
And Martin Turner, the Irish Times cartoonist, a shambolically unfunny old bolshevick, depicting Saint Patrick with sledge hammer subtlety on the Eve of Saint Patrick's Day encountering snakes wearing clerical collars.
Martin Turner whose sole contribution to Irish life has been to call for the banning of the Bible.
What a classy guy.
Martin Turner too presumes to sit in judgement on Cardinal Sean Brady.
Look at them.
Look at the judges.
Look at them all.
There is a warning in the Bible about an abomination of desolation which one day would usurp a power that it had no right to.
This is happening today before our eyes as the confederacy of dunces, those who sit in leering jeering sneering judgement, crowd together to excoriate and humiliate the ancient and venerable Cardinal Sean Brady.
The Messiah told us this would happen.
He said:
"If the world hates you
you must realise that it hated me
before it hated you.
If you belonged to the world
the world would love you as its own;
but because you do not belong to the world,
that is why the world hates you.
Remember the words I said to you:
A servant is not greater than his master.
If they persecuted me,
they will persecute you too;
if they kept my word
they will keep yours as well.
But it will be on my account
that they will do this to you,
because they do not know
the one who sent me."

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