things that make me go hmmm

Archbishop Diarmuid Martin recently joked at a press conference about my recurrent suggestion on this blog that he is a Soviet era infiltrator of the Catholic Church.
The liberal goon journalists who should have immediately begun questioning him more closely on the exact nature of my ridiculous allegations, merely laughed appreciatively, sipped their wine, and said nothing.
Ho hum.
Le plus se change le plus se reste absolument useless.
Archie was centre stage at another Catholic Church press conference this week.
He's always centre stage.
You'd be forgiven for thinking he was the leader of the Catholic Church in Ireland.
But he's not.
He is merely a regional Archbishop.
And his formal area of responsibility is a pretty small region at that.
In fact all the other Bishops have bigger bishoprics than Archie's bishopric.
Archie has the smallest bishopric in the country.
Just once, just once, I'd love to see one of the other Bishies shoulder up to Archie at a press conference with the cameras rolling and snarl: "Mine is bigger than yours."
We live in hope.
By the way, I have pilfered this obscene jocosity from an old atheistic Marxian law lecturer called Seamus Breathnach who had the good fortune to teach me law at the College of Commerce Rathmines many happy years ago.
Hilarious no.
But I digress.
So Archie ain't the head of the Catholic Church in Ireland.
He's not even one of the main testicles.
Yet here he was again.
Another press conference.
Another Archie.
The actual head of the Catholic Church in Ireland, Cardinal Sean Brady was seated a little off centre, looking uneasy.
You'd look uneasy too folks, if you were sitting beside a man who'd just a few months ago attempted to ruin your good name, and your life and your family and your career, by sowing viciously false allegations about you in the public mind through leftist anti Catholic media allies, maliciously alleging in newspapers and on radio, that you were a concealer of sex abuse.
Yeah you'd look uneasy too gentle travellers of the internet, if every time you showed up for a press conference, you were put sitting beside a tawdry little blackmailer.
It was too much of a coincidence I say, that the media attempt to ruin Sean Brady followed hard on Sean Brady's refusal to support Archbishop Diarmuid Martin's putsch against the Bishop's of Ireland at a meeting with the Pope last year.
The Bishops, Cardinal Brady, Archie and the Pap were all gathered for consultations.
Archie had himself precipitated the meeting through an orchestrated multi media campaign with the explicit intention that the Bishops would be fired and that he would be able to replace them with hand picked liberals of his own stripe.
Archie fled the meeting in high dudgeon when Cardinal Brady refused to support him.
Days later the Irish media were spinning a story that Sean Brady as a young priest  35 years ago, had been clerk at a church consultation with two sex abuse victims, and as clerk of that meeting, had sworn the victims to secrecy.
As the great cinematic detective Charlie Chan once remarked: "Please, please, cannot answer question now. Suicide and blackmail? Permit me say murder!"
The murder of a reputation is what we're dealing with here.
Suicide is always a potential bonus for Archie and his media pals.
Blackmail is their middle name.
Yes.
And this tendentious manipulative interpretation of Sean Brady's actions in the year1975, this egregious piece of strokemanship, this slander, this smear, this spite, all of this emerged only after the now Cardinal Sean Brady refused to back Archie's ouster of every Bishop in Ireland.
How did such a juicy titbit remain secret all the while Cardinal Brady was cooperating with Archie's campaign against the Bishies?
I say it again.
Blackmail anyone?
I'm telling you friends.
Cardinal Sean Brady knows this as well as I do.
And he hasn't forgotten.
Watch him at the next press conference, when Archie gate crashes, oozes over to the centre chair, and does all the talking.
Watch Cardinal Brady's face.
There's real pain there.
But not just the pain of a man who's been wronged.
It's the pain of disgust as well.
Genuine repulsion in the presence of evil.
Hey Archie.
Yeah I'm talking to you, fat boy.
Murder of reputations is still murder.
Let's see you quote that one at your next press conference.