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If you are still filling the coffers of the Roman Catholic Corporation, at least have the courage and decency to read Larry Monte's true account of how he was repeatedly raped by one priest and repeatedly assaulted in other ways by more wolves in shepherds' clothes.

This is not a 'church' and those who continue to treat it like a benevolent and Christian institution do so at the risk of their own souls because the facts prove otherwise and Christians are supposed to live in the light of the truth, not in the darkness of evil, lies, and the raping of children.

Monte give a most honest account, not just of the traumatic events he was forced to endure, but of his deepest feelings along the way. This book is a journey through the eyes and heart of a child who suffered the worst mankind has to offer, all thanks to Roman Catholic, Inc.

This book is beautifully written, in the form of letters to the Church, to fellow survivors, to practicing Catholics, etc. It is written with love, truth, and complete and unabashed honesty. It includes concise information that helps one get a clearer picture of the current (yes, current) Catholic scandal and a quick study on the formation and operation of the Servants of the Paraclete clergy treatment center in New Mexico.

Please, Catholics! Stay home this Sunday and, instead, read a copy of Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy. Larry endured it. All you are asked to do is read about it. And then act. Jesus never called on his followers to sit on their hands, muzzled and powerless. As Larry reminds us, Christ warned, "In as mush as ye have done it to one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me." Ignoring the survivors of priest/nun rape is to ignore Jesus himself. What kind of Christians do that?

God bless you, Larry, for writing this book!

kate bochte
companionsinhope.com

What if Wal-Mart acted like the Catholic Church?

By Dennis Domrzalski

Or, the stunning hypocrisy and the slave mentality of Catholics.

What if it came out that more than 5 percent of Wal-Mart's--or any major U.S. company's--employees over a 50-year period were child rapists? What if when you took your kid shopping, one, or several of Wal-Mart's employees snatched your kid, took him or her to the back room and raped them or whacked off and spewed cum over their bodies?

What if it turned out that Wal-Mart officials knew that thousands of their employees were raping kids in those back rooms and did nothing about it. Meaning, they never called the cops on those child rapists? What if when they did discover a worker poking a kid, instead of calling the cops, they transferred the rapist to a different store?

Would you continue to shop at Wal-Mart? Would you give the firm your loyalty, money and obedience?

You would if you were a fool and a slave. Most of you would shout and scream and howl that the criminal rapists should be left to rot in prison, along with those who covered up for them. You--we--would not tolerate a culture of child rapists.

But so many Catholics are doing just that when the go to church every Sunday, obediently hand over their money, make excuses for the thousands of rapists and let the Catholic Church's leaders continue to harbor criminals and spread evil.

In the words of Larry Monte Jr. in our new book, Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy, "Catholics who ignore or excuse these crimes are accessories to the rapes."

That's right. If you refuse to shout down church leaders and demand that they turn their rapists over to the law, you're condoning child rape. If you continue to give your money to this organization, you're cheering on the rapists. If you buy the Church's line that it's no big deal that more than 5,700 of its U.S. priests, or more than 5 percent of those who served between 1950 and 2004, are and were rapists, then you might as well rape a kid yourself.

If it turned out that more than 5 percent of Wal-Mart's employees were child rapists, those workers would be rotting in prison and Wal-Mart would have long been out of business. Every politician in the nation would have already denounced them.

Why do we treat "religious" organizations differently? Why do we give them a break? It's because they've tricked people into believing they're special and that we'll all go to hell if we don't obey them. Obedience to the Catholic Church got tens of thousands of American boys and girls raped.

Larry was raped by Fr. Robert John Smith for two years in New Mexico beginning in 1972 when he was 15. Smith took him to cheap motel rooms, plied him with booze, pills and porn and raped him. It was awful. Some you can understand the absolute horror and evil of "priest sexual abuse," here's an excerpt from the book:

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.

When I say that Smith would cum all over those rooms, I mean it. He’d spew that shit onto the walls, the floors, the carpets, the bed sheets, the pillows, the furniture and anything and everything else he could hit or drip on.

Not only did he love to measure his load in glasses, your man of God loved to see how far he could, as he called it, shoot his load. He’d lie naked on his back on those beds, whack off and see if he could shoot his cum the length of his abdomen, stomach, chest, neck and head and onto the bed’s headboard. He’d whack off in the middle of a room just to see if he could hit a wall with his vile load.

Smith was so proud of his ability to squirt his cum over long distances. He’d laugh like a kid when he’d hit those headboards. The guy really should have been a porn actor. He wasn’t clean enough for that, though.

Here’s another thing. Your piggish priest never bothered to clean that shit off those walls and carpets and sheets and pillows and headboards. He left it there. That’s why I can’t stay in hotel or motel rooms.

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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.

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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 21^st 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."

Sincerely,

Larry Monte Jr.

Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy

Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy is an explosive new book by Larry Monte Jr. and Dennis Domrzalski. It is the brutal, shocking and disgusting story of how Larry was raped by a Catholic priest when he was 15 years old. The rapes went on for two years. Larry's torment has lasted 38 years and will never end.

It's about time that the world knows exactly what priest rape is and how it absolutely destroys human beings. Because of Larry's brutal honesty about what Fr. Robert John Smith did to him in cheap motel rooms across New Mexico, the Catholic Church and Catholics can no longer dismiss these crimes against children as something to be swept away, covered up and dismissed.

Larry is telling everyone what it means to be fucked up the ass by one of the Catholic Church's so-called men of God.

The book is for everyone who believes in the truth and its power to right wrongs and destroy evil. The Catholic Church and its rapist priests are evil. You can buy Raped: Memories of a Catholic Altar Boy at Amazon and other online retailers.

We'll be posting excerpts from the book and our thoughts about the Catholic Church continues to defile, humiliate and shame priest rape victims. We will not stop until the Church rids itself of all child rapists and returns to the ideals of its founder, Jesus Christ.

Here are some excerpts from the first chapter:

Prologue

Fucked

No Other Way to Say It

Dear Holy Father, Your Eminence, Cardinals and Bishops of the Holy See:

I was fucked by you and your organization, literally—straight up the ass by one of your priests in 1972 when I was fifteen years old.

He also gave me blow jobs. As he used to say, he loved to suck cock.

I also got to watch your man of God, your successor to the apostles, whack off three or four times a night and spew his cum all over cheap motel rooms.

Offended by my language? Think it’s obscene?

Well, I was offended at being poked by your priest. That was the obscenity. It’s an obscenity beyond words that you “holy men” allowed thousands and thousands of children to be raped by priests. It’s an obscenity that you moved rapist priests around from parish to parish so they could rape and rape and rape some more. It’s an obscenity that you never listened to warnings that your pedophile priests couldn’t be cured and should not have been let out into parishes. It’s an obscenity that you refuse to turn these monsters over to law enforcement authorities. It’s an obscenity that you still refuse to fully acknowledge what you and your priests did to all of us.

If I had a more powerful word than “fucked,” I would use it. But there is no more evocative word in the English language. It conveys rape, pillage, degradation, humiliation,
debasement, savagery, contempt, dehumanization, filth and a total and absolute lack of conscience, caring and morality.

Dear brethren, that’s what your priest and you people gave to me.

I was offended at being threatened by your priest and told that if I ever told anyone that he had raped me, no one would believe my word over that of a priest’s. I was offended by his threats that if I did tell he would get my younger brothers. I was offended by the way another of your priests once grabbed me by the balls, beat me up and nearly drowned me in my backyard swimming pool. I haven’t liked your cavalier attitude toward the torment that you have caused me and the tens of thousands of other priest sex abuse victims and our families.

I don’t know how else to describe those sex acts—they surely weren’t love—and you did teach us always to tell the truth. It’s time that you and everyone else begin to really face exactly what your priests and your organization have done to people.

I’ll tell you later about your stellar Solider of Christ, Fr. Robert John Smith. You remember Fr. Smith, my intermediary to God who kept a duffle bag full of porn magazines, a supply of Schlitz Malt Liquor and smokes he gave me; dildos, vibrators, plugs, a blow-up sex doll; and pills he gave me to calm my nerves and help me perform. I’ll share with you how he would masturbate, stick his fingers up his ass and then say mass and distribute the Holy Eucharist.

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