It is Holy Week, after all.

Hey hey party people.

Sorry for my oh-so-extended absence. As you may or may not know, I work for my state’s unemployment program. Which means, of course, that I’ve been busy as fucking fuckity fuck for, oh, over a year now. Those long-ass days don’t leave a lot of time for blogging. I mean, not when I’ve got my pimp game to run as well.

Anyway, speaking of Holy Week and pimping, why not talk about the never-ending bullshit that is Holy Mother Church’s obsession with covering up for abusive priests?

Sure, I’ve got a few minutes. As I was telling my Lord and Savior Athenae earlier, I don’t like to quote from MoDo, butI ran across this in her column, and it was too good to pass up:

At Palm Sunday Mass at St. Patrick’s, Archbishop Timothy Dolan of New
York bemoaned that the “recent tidal wave of headlines about abuse of
minors by some few priests, this time in Ireland, Germany, anda re-run
of an old story from Wisconsin, has knocked us to our knees once again.”

Uh, Your Eminence? Did you wanna reconsider that statement for just a second? I mean, you’re just about to tell a story that’s kind of old, yourself. “Okay, people. Before I tell you this implausible, two-millennia-old story, I want to pause to tell you that a story that’s two decades old is bullshit, ’cause it’s old. We all on the same page now?”

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to bemoan the “tidal wave of headlines”if your goddamn institution hadn’t been complicit in the abuse for centuries. Take your whining somewhere else, asshole.

Finally, since, as I’ve mentioned, it is Holy Week, I feel it only necessary to show a picture of Jesus entering Jerusalem, seeing as how that’s what kicked off the whole week.

He was the Prince of Peace, or he would’ve run up in that bitch on a T-Rex.