An abyss separates the dysphoric from those strange beings who function. We may as well be from different planets. They can never understand us. They may judge us, patronise us, whatever, but they will always view us as some inferior form of life. And so every encounter carries with it the unspoken baggage of unworth. To know that one is seen as lesser is to fuel the absence of self-worth. It’s a cycle, a positive feedback loop that forever reinforces the belief that one is nothing. I have always wanted to disappear, which is difficult if you’re tall and broad and clumsy. Ironically the camouflage jackets that should fade me into the physical background make me stand out more like a large bear walking down a quiet suburban street. For the life of me I can never feel comfortable in shell-suits or whatever the fuck it is that people wear round here; football tops, GAA tops. I would wear a Sullivan Upper rugby top, but that would be making a statement, and I have other things to say with my clothing; “I don’t want to be here” being one of them. So I always default to the scruffiest, most inert things, usually so old they’re falling apart. Primark stuff used to last. Those were the days. I still have clothing that’s twenty years old, or more. I never throw anything out. It’s like losing a part of myself.
“[W]idespread and indiscriminate promotion of condoms [is] an immoral and misguided weapon in our battle against HIV-AIDS. …[C]ondoms may even be one of the main reasons for the spread of HIV-AIDS.”
From the text of a statement issued by the bishops of South Africa following their semiannual meeting, where they considered a change in their official condoms policy in response to the HIV/AIDS pandemic [Karen DeYoung, “AIDS challenges religious leaders,” Washington Post, August 13, 2001].
“Parents must reject the promotion of so-called ‘safe sex’ or ‘safer sex,’ a dangerous and immoral policy based on the deluded theory that the condom can provide adequate protection against AIDS.”
Cardinal Alfonso Lopez Trujillo and Bishop Elio Sgreccia of the Pontifical Council for the Family [“The Truth and Meaning of Human Sexuality,” Origins, February 1, 1996].
“Every condom sold sends the buyer to acquire the AIDS virus.”
Fr. Gerald Magera Iga, in a campaign urging condom sellers in Uganda to burn up their stocks [Comtex newswire, January 25, 1999].
In Lwak, near Lake Victoria, the director of an Aids testing centre says he cannot distribute condoms because of church opposition. Gordon Wambi told the programme: “Some priests have even been saying that condoms are laced with HIV/Aids.”
Vatican:condoms don’t stop AIDS
The Guardian October 12th 2003
The primitive hospice in Calcutta was as run down when she died as it always had been—she preferred California clinics when she got sick herself……
…… Many volunteers who went to Calcutta came back abruptly disillusioned by the stern ideology and poverty-loving practice of the “Missionaries of Charity,” but they had no audience for their story. George Orwell’s admonition in his essay on Gandhi—that saints should always be presumed guilty until proved innocent—was drowned in a Niagara of soft-hearted, soft-headed, and uninquiring propaganda.
The pope beatifies Mother Teresa, a fanatic, a fundamentalist, and a fraud.
Slate, October 20th 2003
The legend of her Homes for the Dying has moved the world to tears. Reality, however, is scandalous: In the overcrowded and primitive little homes, many patients have to share a bed with others. Though there are many suffering from tuberculosis, AIDS and other highly infectious illnesses, hygiene is no concern. The patients are treated with good words and insufficient (sometimes outdated) medicines, applied with old needles, washed in lukewarm water. One can hear the screams of people having maggots tweezered from their open wounds without pain relief. On principle, strong painkillers are even in hard cases not given. According to Mother Teresa’s bizarre philosophy, it is “the most beautiful gift for a person that he can participate in the sufferings of Christ”. Once she tried to comfort a screaming sufferer: “You are suffering, that means Jesus is kissing you!” The man got furious and screamed back: “Then tell your Jesus to stop kissing.”
India has no reason to be grateful to Mother Teresa
One of Mother Teresa’s volunteers in Calcutta described her “Home for the Dying” as resembling photos of concentration camps such as Belsen. No chairs, just stretcher beds. Virtually no medical care or painkillers beyond aspirin, and a refusal to take a 15-year-old boy to a hospital.
John M Swomley
Exposing Mother Teresa
“I’ll get that to you.”
She could see that I was uncomfortable. She may have thought my embarrassment was financial. I have used this excuse when the organisation itself comes knocking. I could hardly tell them the real reason. I have to live among these people. Increasingly I can relate to the plight of America’s atheists.
On the interwebs I feel free to speak my mind, although doing so in the past has got me beaten to a pulp and then prosecuted. What can I say? We’re the Mississippi of Western Europe.
Millions of Africans die every year from AIDS. The Catholic Church pursues its moral purpose with all the fervour of Eichmann hunting down Europe’s Jews. There is a difference, of course. Eichmann disapproved of the Final Solution. He liked his victims. It was all very unfortunate, but he had a job to do. AIDS is a punishment. Those who abuse sexuality by separating it from its “life giving purpose” should not be encouraged. We are not meant to enjoy it, even within marriage. Instead we are to fill up the planet with countless millions of starving children so that Catholic charities can patronise them with a few crumbs of God’s infinite love.
There is a hospice in Calcutta where the dying are denied morphine and dignity. The ghoul who ran it is no longer with us, but her legacy lives on. Suffering is a gift from God. It brings us closer to Him. And so, the immiseration of Humanity is an act of worship. What can I say? We’re Irish. We’re good at that. We imprisoned children in rape and torture camps where their bodies were mortified and their minds broken beyond repair. It was not an accident. We substitute violence for love and we proclaim that it never did us any harm.
Is contraception “Intrinsically Evil”? It is surreal to me that an organisation that rapes children and then silences them with the threat of eternal damnation sees fit to express an opinion on such an issue. It angers me to hear their boasts about the hospitals and schools they build. Think of the dying, screaming in their own excrement, and all for the glory of someone else’s God, bombarded with the call to embrace Him while they can, for their torture has just begun. An eternity of fire awaits those who refuse His love. You can pack a lot of malice into one wizened woman. She was the divine equivalent of a tardis; her inner abyss perhaps proof of the infinite. Exposing “Hell’s Angel” was, I think, Hitchens’ greatest gift to Humanity.
When I was a child, we raised money for the “Black Babies” in Africa. It was the virtuous thing to do. The PR has improved since then and the Catholic Church has run out of nuns with which to terrorise children. Now they’re entrusted to the parish priest. What can I say? We never learn.
I cannot tell a twelve year old the awful truth; her act of worship, and my acquiescence, are both Crimes against Humanity.
Sarah Silverman has made a video called “Sell the Vatican; Feed the World”. It takes an atheist Jew to point out the elephant in the living room and, in the spirit of Lubitch, she gets in her own, personal snipe,
“And, by the way…………….. any involvement in the Holocaust?………Bygone.”