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Is your Priest gay?
Hans Grueber
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I've been watchin' and keepin' track of how this Catholic church scandal is unfolding. I gotta say it really scares me to think that so many of these "morally upstanding" people have been suspected of molesting children. I'm not sure but I think I heard the Pope say that 3% of all the worlds Catholic churches have admitted sexual abuse problems. 3%!!!, I'm sure theres thousands of Catholic churches in this counrty alone. To me 3% is appaulling, any amount is, and it makes me think...... 3% is probabaly more like 23% and thats just of whats admitted. Also that its not just the Catholic church that has these problems. So to all those out there who are involved with a church in any way, take a closer look at your own Priest or whatever they happen to be called in your church. The guilty ones are truly "wolves in sheeps clothing" praying on the truly innocent. I would hate to see more of these supposed humans get away with such terrible crimes. -Hans
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Suffer Not This King
Howso' great their clamour, whatso'er their claim, Suffer not the old King under any name! He shall mark our goings, question whence we came, Set his guards about us, as in Freedom's name. He shall take a tribute; toll of all our ware; He shall change our gold for arms--arms we may not bear. He shall break his Judges if they cross his word; He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord. He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring Watchers 'neath our windows, lest we mock the King-- Hate and all divisions; hosts of hurrying spies; Money poured in secret; carrion breeding flies. Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay, These shall deal our Justice: sell--deny--delay. We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse, For the Land we look to--for the Tongue we use. We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet, while his hired captains jeer us in the street. R. Kipling