by: Graham Moorhouse
A few days ago, Catholics received the good
news that Bishop Kieran Conry was now ex-Bishop Kieran Conry. Most genuine Catholics, certainly in the circles
I move, are enormously grateful to the Mail on Sunday for ridding us of this scumbag.
“Scumbag!” I hear the pious cry, that is
not Christ like language. Oh no? – well Christ
denounced a self-serving cartel within the Jewish Church of His own time as a “brood
of vipers” and “sons of the Devil”. By what
strange yardstick is “sons of the Devil” deemed to be more polite than “scumbags”? "But," the pious will object, "we
are all sinners." I agree, and I am
far too venal a man to want to cast the first stone on account of his penchant for
abusing his position of authority to take advantage of vulnerable women.
He is a scumbag because he is a card carrying member of the cartel of Modernists who have had their jackboots on the throat of the English Church for forty years, men who despise Catholicism with a diabolical zeal, loathe the faith of our forefathers, saints and martyrs,
yet insist on living parasitically off the body of Christ, too drunk on their
own pride to notice that they have staggered into the wrong church.
When I became a Catholic over sixty years
ago there were 3,000,000 souls at Mass every Sunday and they were 99% orthodox. Furthermore this number was growing significantly
year on year. Today, there are around 900,000
and this pitiful remnant, kept afloat by immigration, is shrinking as I write. Furthermore, two thirds are heretics who
would more accurately be described as Roman Protestants. But the Church in this country did not wither
on the vine, nor was it killed off by the laity, it was destroyed by this powerful
clique within the episcopacy. Like
Pontius Pilate, they wash their hand and claim that this unprecedented collapse
has nothing to do with them; it is all to do with cultural and societal changes
outside their control. Oh is it! - then pray
explain why those parts of the Church that have adhered to tradition (like the SSPX),
or have returned to tradition, are growing and flourishing. If the Church was a state, these men would
have been hung for treason long ago.
The pious will insist that we must pray
for Kieran Conry; indeed we must, we must pray that he repents his unbelief,
finds faith and saves his soul. But
while you are busy praying for Conry, spare a wee prayer for the legions of
innocent victims of the cartel of faithless Modernists, of which Conry is but
one. Pray for the millions of
children who have been callously robbed of their faith because these scumbags
have ruthlessly prohibited the teaching of the Catholic faith in their schools. Pray also for those adults and young people,
who having been cruelly robbed of the Faith by this cartel, and thus of the
Church and her sacraments, are in direct consequence in grave danger of losing
their souls.
And when you have finished praying for
these innocent victims, pray for all the good Catholic teachers whose careers
have been blighted or destroyed by the Modernism Enforcement Czars (MECs) employed
by our bishops to do their dirty work. Pray, for example, for the excellent young man
whose career was destroyed because he
mentioned the name of Jesus in a class.
This was deemed by the MECs as offensive to the Muslims in the class; notwithstanding
that no Muslim complained and the Koran actually mentions Jesus approvingly many
more times than it mentions Mohammed. Then
pray for the young teacher disciplined by the MECs because, in answer to a
direct question from a pupil, he responded that he believed children faired
best with a mother and father at home. And
then spare a prayer for the excellent young teachers who was left destitute
with a young wife, a baby and a mortgage to support for the high crime of
saying the rosary in the school chapel during Lent. These are just three examples plucked from
the scores of letters we have on file. If
we merely pray for one scumbag who has fallen from grace, and ignore the
millions of innocent victims, we are hypocrits.
The tragic fact is that we have a mere handful
of good Catholic bishops in England, men like Mark Davies of Shrewsbury and Philip
Egan of Portsmouth, and two or three others, the rest are members of a cartel of
Modernists, and the current Godfather of this gang, Mr Fix-it himself, is Cardinal
Murphy-O'Connor. Men are elevated to sees
in this country if they are members of this clique; it’s who you know rather than
whether you are a good shepherd - or indeed even a Catholic - that lands you the
plum jobs in the English Church, and has done so for the last
forty years.
These men live in pleasant and sometimes
opulent homes, have their every need catered for by an army of servants, drive
around in chauffeur driven cars, bask in the accolades of the faithful and that
of a clueless sycophantic Catholic press, and retire on comfortable pensions -
all paid for by the widow’s mite. Yet
these faithless scumbags loath the faith of our fathers with an intensity that
is clearly diabolical, and they persecute the faithful remnant and any priest
brave enough to minister to its spiritual needs.
Catholics would love nothing more than
to be able to admire their bishops and revere them as successors of the
Apostles; instead, whenever they appear in public, we are reduced to cringing,
wondering which teaching of our Church they are going to sell out on this time
to appease the secular Zeitgeists.
"Pastoral" is the mealy mouth word these men favour to try and
put a positive spin on their serial betrayals.
These hypocrites defend the right of the
followers of every crack-pot religion under the sun to publicly practise their
faith (endlessly citing Dignitatis
Humanae, the controversial Vat 11 document on religious freedom
- which seemingly for these men carries more weight than sacred scripture) to
justify this tolerance, yet openly persecute those fellow Catholics who refuse
to abandon or have returned to the orthodoxy and orthopraxis of our
forefathers, saints and martyrs; as witness the recent orgy of wanton vandalism
at Blackfen. The same prelates who
shamelessly persecute the faithful remnant, regularly give public scandal by
handing out Communion to rampant pro-abort politicians like sweets, men
collectively responsible for the deaths of more innocent people than the Nazis.
Most evil of all, this cartel of
Modernists, have, with malice and intent, cruelly robbed our children and our grandchildren
of their faith by ruthlessly enforcing their corrupt Modernist agenda in the schools
built by our forefathers. Only three per
cent of children leaving their schools practice the faith, as against eighty
per cent before this Modernist mafia hijack our English sees. Indeed, a child has a better chance of practicing
his faith on leaving school if he goes to a state school than to one of their so-called
Catholic schools. When Bishop Patrick O'Donaghue
of Lancaster (now retired) sought to return his schools
to teaching the faith well he was so taken back by the hostility towards him from
this brood of vipers, that he exclaimed to a good friend of mine., "I never dreamt for a moment they would
be so hostile." - poor, good,
naive man.
Conry himself was your typical
bog-standard one dimensional Modernist, forever poised, as befits the genre,
between a banality and a sell-out; his entire reading seemingly consisting of
that compendium of Modernist errors, the Pill (aka the Tablet). The priests of Arundel and Brighton didn't want
Kieran Conry in the first place, but he was forced upon them by Mr Fix-it, Cardinal
Cormac Murphy-O’Connor (a man whose vanity cannot resist boasting of his clout
in Rome). One can only imagine the behind the scenes wheeling
and dealing going on to ensure that another of his chums got this plum job.
Curates in Arundel and Brighton, behind closed doors, would joke about their
bishop having a nice wife, Indeed even laymen like Rod Pead, the editor of Christian Order, knew and
published this information over a decade ago?
Further, Daphne McLeod, then chairman of Pro Ecclesia et Pontifice, wrote
to the Apostolic Nuncio over twelve years ago drawing his attention to this issue. So when men like Cardinal Vincent Nicholls and
Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O’Conner claim they didn't know, they are either utterly
incompetent or lying.
There is a certain deja vu in this story. When Rodney of the Isles was discovered to have
a couple of women in tow, Cardinal Winning appeared on primetime television wringing
his hands and crying crocodile tears to tell the world how shocked and let down
he felt, plus the usual bromides about praying for all concerned. It eventually transpires that Winning had known
all about it for at least four years! Rodney's
housekeeper had sought a meeting with Winning four years earlier and told him what
was going on and even presented him with the smoking gun, copies of love letters
she had stumbled on when clearing out Rodney's trash.
Genuine Catholics loath these men because
they are imposters, they are not Catholics, they despise our Faith, and clearly,
blinded by their own pride, have nothing but contempt for our intellects – as witness
their utterly unbelievable protestation of ignorance about the hanky-panky of their
ecclesial club chum, Kieran Conry.
To add insult to injury, Conry announced
he hadn't done anything illegal (by which he meant that he hadn't sexually molested
any children) and added that he didn't believe he was a bad bishop. That is a measure of how low this Modernists clan
has dragged the Church: the measure now of a good bishop is someone who hasn't
raped little girls or sodomised little boys!
But watch this space: there is no doubt
that Conry chums in the episcopacy, once the dust has settled, will find him,
if he wants, a nice little job somewhere out of the limelight, comfortably
remunerated, and paid for by the widow's mite whose faith they never cease to
despise and betray at every opportunity.
Thank God, at last the laity are beginning at last to wake up to
the machinations of this brood of vipers.
There are also hundreds of priests, if not thousands, who agree with me,
but they will not publicly speak out for fear of reprisals at the hand of this Modernist
cartel who have the power to ruin their careers and are vicious enough not to hesitate
to do so. If this pack of wolves are prepared
to turn on one of their own and savage a good fellow bishop like Patrick O'Donoghue,
just imagine what they would do to a curate.
