Saturday, December 25, 2010

Hey Pope, Read this Book!

OK, Bennie, or do you still go by Joe?

Let's get one thing straight up front. You're a despicable pig. Y0u don't care about all the kids your priests have raped and all the lives they have destroyed throughout the centuries. You care only about protecting your bureaucracy's power structure and your own raping asses.

If you did care you wouldn't say reprehensible things like you did this past week in regards to pedophilia and child porn being the norm in the 1970s.

Here's your sickening quote:

"In the 1970s, pedophilia was theorized as something fully in conformity with man and even with children. It was maintained - even within the realm of Catholic theology - that there is no such thing as evil in itself or good in itself. There is only a `better than` and a `worse than`. Nothing is good or bad in itself."

Are you crazy? Seriously, are you insane?

I don't think you are. You just care more about your organization than you do about the kids your pigs and your organization have raped. Pedophilia and child porn have never been considered by U.S. society as being in conformity with man. Never.

The only ones, it seems, who have considered child rape normal is the people in your sick and twisted club. Your priests have been raping children for centuries. Your records show it. Your club has had more than a thousand years to end the problem, but you haven't. That can only mean that you people think child rape is a wonderful and glorious thing.

If you want to know what child rape and what monsters your raping priests are, read our new book, Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy.

The book details how "man of God," Fr. Robert John Smith raped Larry Monte Jr. in New Mexico for two years in the 1970s. Smith used to finger himself in the ass and then say mass.

Here's an excerpt from Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy:

Fr. Smith loved to play with his balls.

He always used to say how he loved the way his balls felt against the blue velvet seats of the white, four-door, Ford LTDs he would buy. He’d drive around town, or up to Santa Fe, or down to Carlsbad or Socorro or wherever we went, and he’d pull out that Schlitz Malt Liquor and he’d pull his drawers down and yank down his underwear and let his balls rub against the fabric of those car seats, and he’d say how good it felt to have his balls rubbing against that seat fabric.

He’d constantly play with his dick. He’d drive and he’d steer with his left hand and take his right hand and grab my arm and yank it and try to pull my hand onto his dick and his balls. He’d tell me that God created us and our sexuality and how good it was and how good it was to ejaculate and have these feelings and that I needed to experience them and that he would help me experience them. The fat pig—yeah, he was a pig—insisted that I needed to learn how to ejaculate and fuck—that’s how he described it—and that he would teach me and that it was all good because God gave us the gift of sexuality. That was always after several malt liquors. He liked whiskey, too. God he loved whiskey. I don’t
remember what kind he drank, but he kept bottles of it in his duffle bag and he’d take them out and drink right out of the bottle.

He loved porn too. Oh, did Fr. Robert Smith, God’s representative on earth, that noble Catholic priest, love porn. He had every porn magazine imaginable, and he kept them in a black duffel bag in the car’s trunk or in between the mattress and the box springs of his bed in the church rectory. He’d get that porn out in those motel rooms and get naked and walk his fat, filthy, smelly body around the room and whack off and ejaculate all over the room and on the white towels. He’d do it three or four times a night. One of his favorite things was, as he called it, to measure his load. He’d whack off and cum into a cup or glass and hold it up to his eye and swish it around and exclaim about what a great ejaculator he was.


OK, Bennie, You can buy the book at Amazon and other online retailers--it's not available yet in Catholic book stores. You and everyone one in your sick organization should read it. It'll tell you exactly what "priest sexual abuse" really is, how it kill souls and how it is not, and never has been, in conformity with man.

Buy the book, Bennie. Do use one favor, though. When you read it, don't get off on it.

Here's a note from Larry, who was raped by your priest:

"I was incredibly saddened and outraged by the December 21st article in which the Pope blamed the
social norms of the 1970’s for the raping of innocent children. His quote, “In the 1970’s pedophilia was theorized as something fully in conformity with man and even children”, defies logic. In all of my 53 years, this horrendous and heinous behavior has never been in conformity with society, much less the teachings of Christ.

"It is apparent that the Pope truly believes that this was never considered to be an absolute evil, but rather one among many behaviors that people refused to judge in the name of tolerance and relativism. This being the case, my decision to leave the Catholic Church has truly been vindicated. I will not stand with this kind of theology or the poor excuses of the Catholic leadership to condone their failures to protect the children that were entrusted to them. When the leadership of the church makes such outrages remarks it is as though the wounds of this abuse have been re-opened. And to add insult to injury, they have just poured salt into the wounds as well.

"Popes, for centuries, were warned against this evil and the destruction it would bring to the church and society as a whole. I cannot, in good conscience, stand by and listen to another meaningless excuse for such reprehensible behavior. The only way the church will experience true renewal is through acceptance of the truth, making meaningful amends, and when it stops making such ridiculous claims and excuses.

"I believe that those lines between right and wrong are not as blurred as that Catholic Church wants to make them out to be."


Larry Monte Jr.

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