Daily Archives: August 21, 2008

Everything Is Broken

Thursday evening and all is well. Last night things had gotten better by the time I had gotten home, Bill on the couch watching Scrubs, me tired. My nose was a bit out of joint though. I called Bill in the middle of my existential morass, but he was on his headset at work and I hate it when he’s wearing that thing.

The microphone is too far away from his mouth and leaves him sounding disjointed which frustrated me more than anything. I can’t fault him as he was being supportive, but I did get my point across about how all I needed was a hug. I didn’t get the hug when I walked through the door. I sometimes fly up from where I’m sitting when he comes home and help him get his backpack off, hug him, kiss him, take off his hat, make sure he’s ok and let him know he’s safe and sound at home.

I guess it was too much to ask for something similar when I came home. I could have used it. No, Scrubs was on and he was comfortable sitting there in his underwear. Not much was spoken. I was probably looking like my father. All that was missing was my mother walking through the door 30 seconds before me saying ‘watch out!’.

I did eventually get the hug I needed, though I was sitting down while he was getting ready for bed. It was nice, but like I said- I needed it a lot more earlier. These are the ups and downs of a relationship. I did make a point to go into the bedroom a little while later and gave him a kiss and let him know that I love him. He said that he knew that already.

I watched Michaelangelo Signorile on his website, The Gist. Signorile is a gay activist from back in the day and now has a radio show on Sirius. He had Bill Donahue from the dreaded Catholic League on. It was interesting to watch and listen to.

Donahue always barks loudly when he sees something he considers Catholic bashing, feeling it’s unjustified, because in his world, the Catholic church can do no wrong. Lately Donahue is trying to get Andy Towle (of the excellent blog Towleroad) expelled from reporting on the Democratic Convention.

Fittingly enough after that I watched a dvd called Deliver Us From Evil all about a priest named Oliver O’Grady who went from parish to parish raping children for quite a number of years. Of course the diocese did it’s very best to keep the police out of the matter, accusing the children of perhaps leading the priest on, or even making up stories.

Yes, children do that often, telling stories about an older man inserting his penis in a vagina or mouth or rectum. Harrowing is not the word that could be used, heartbreaking is more apt. And heartbreaking not because of the church doing such things, but the families of the raped are torn asunder with their faiths shattered by these beasts in fancy frocks protecting their billions of dollars.

In particular, one family, the father converted to Catholicism to please his Irish born wife’s family. He bought into the whole schmear of the church, having Father O’Grady stay with his family and even sleeping in the daughter’s bedroom, not knowing that the daughter was being penetrated. He believes in no god anymore. A truly horrible story.

The church just lied and lied and lied affecting perhaps hundreds of families because of this priest from hell.

The father of the victim is the one in the documentary who states that his 5 year old daughter wasn’t molested, she was raped by this beast. Father O’Grady eventually did prison time and was deported back to his homeland, Ireland where he still receives a pension from the church and is seen hanging around playgrounds.

The family that I’ve mentioned made a trip to Rome to see the former Nazi pope to present a letter but of course, they could not get an audience.

Ratzberger was probably trying out some new ermine furs or Prada shoes.

Dirty filthy fuckers.