The anti-Catholic hysteria weaving its insidious threads through Irish life is without doubt the greatest threat to our country’s future, our mental health and the wellbeing of our children. Pope Benedict XVI’s visit to Britain is drawing to an end, and it pains me that a genuine chance for the public to heal, understand and most importantly, atone, has been wasted. The militant liberal media persists in the shameful witch hunt, using the tragedy of clerical child abuse as a means to attack and undermine the institution that is the Catholic Church. The Pope bravely and intelligently spoke yesterday of the deep sorrow inflicted upon the world by all those tearaway perv priests, who, with their wandering hands, caused immeasurable damage to the reputation of the clergy up and down the country. In letting their weakness get the better of them they provided the liberal homosexual lesbian militant atheist communist feminist satanic chattering classes with so much ammunition in their quest to eliminate the Catholic Church. It angers me that, in an age when homosexuals are adopting, sodomising and perverting children with the approval of the politically-correct lobbies, these hypocritical left-wing loonies are out for the blood of the well-intentioned priests who were lead astray by the dreadful homosexual illness. People like Pope Benedict performed a difficult and ultimately thankless task by moving these priests to different parishes. Moving these conflicted priests on was the best way to deal with the problem at the time; the move allowed them to escape their demons and start afresh, with greater chance of battling their homosexual inclinations. Just because this tactic didn’t work in all cases is no reason to condemn it. The aim was to protect children, but also to protect Christ.

The offending clergymen are vilified and painted as disgusting beastpriests, but can any of us honestly say that we would not be so weak? It takes great strength of mind to live in the light of God, when temptations and wickedness haunt your step at every turn. I watched a glorious documentary the other night on BBC2 called Vatican: The Hidden World. It was a fascinating insight into the spiritual heart of the Catholic world, showing us as it did the huge work that goes on behind the scenes to keep Christ’s show on the road. We saw young altar boys, struggling to stay pure in their service to God. Despite what the militant atheist fag agenda says, these young boys were ecstatic to be so close to Benedict XVI, to gain strength in the power of his message, to bask in his love and understanding. Nobody was holding a gun to their heads. They WANT to be near Christ. Just because there’s a reasonable chance they might suffer savage sexual abuse from deformed men in dresses doesn’t mean that they are going to abandon their spiritual journey. Another thing struck me on watching these young messengers of Christ. Some of them were really, really good looking. Seriously, I mean like underwear models. Yowsa, yowsa! It certainly made me reassess the whole abuse issue, because i can honestly say, if those fresh, tanned youngsters were around me every minute of the day I’m not at all sure that I could hold my hand on my heart and promise that I wouldn’t want to make them receive the body of Quinn.

P.S. My prayers and best wishes go out to Brendan O’Connor and his wife at this difficult time. Although, forgive me for saying this, but my immediate thought upon hearing that his wife had given birth to a daughter with Down Syndrome was, are they sure it’s not just that she looks a lot like her father? My thoughts are with the O’Connors.