Firsty, you’ve put your paw on the nub of the problem. If you don’t get a knighthood for this ‘toon then there’s no justice. Uh-oh, I forgot, there is no justice.
That s0d doesn’t deserve tasty salt and vinegar chips - two year-old Cheezels infested with weevils are more befitting.
Salt and battery acid, perhaps.
Zut: what have you got against cheezels (or, for that matter, weevils)?
FD: excellent! The latin grammar, too.
Its a confessional. I was hoping for a seal.
How very very disturbing that the salt and vinegar chips bit is quite probably the only part that isn’t verbatim from a transaction that has actually taken place many times.
This is GOLD, FD! So close to the mark (like, right on it). Adherents of the faith might dismiss this (of course), just like they might dismiss any references to inquisitions and conquests of days of yore, but this self-compartmentalisation is exactly what keeps the secrets secret. If only inviolability was inherited by the meek, instead of being used as a reason to ignore them…
FIRST POOCH ON THE DUNE: You have excelled yourself.
Utterly brilliant. And hat tip to Venise in newsletter comments, I think.
ASGREYAS: Without the confessional the Catholic Church wouldn’t have all those deviant paedophilies as priests. Secrecy can a breeding ground for evil.
CRISPY: Who me? Where? Cheers Venise
Venise, published ‘n all: “So, a priest who is a p-edophile and confesses his crimes to another priest, will not be facing a trial because only the other priest will know about it. What a wonderful system. Not!” Crikey 15/11/12
You are Firsty’s muse, Venise. Bathe in the glory.
CRISPY: Many thanks.
That’s my theory, and it’s one of the few things that makes any sense. Yeah, it stinks. It also kills the old furphy about married priests not likely to to become paedophiles. Many a fine paedophile has been married.
Where abouts is the comment you read? I can’t seem to find it. Cheers Venise
Is it true that many naughty priests often
become Father Christmases at shopping malls. It’s very similar gig, after all. I know that some of them also enter the market for magicians and illusionists…
One of my old school friends had a stint as a catholic priest. Years prior to to that, he had a row of pearls embedded in his Little Jesus, which many parish ladies apparently were very interested in…..
The idea that catholic priests and christian brothers must remain celibate is a gross perversion of our biology which is doomed to propagate sexual abuse…but everyone knows that, right?
The way to fix this: lift the celibacy rules and allow gay priests to have gay partners. Anything less is living a lie, which unfortunately is the basis of all religion, so maybe we need to ask “What Would Putin Do? Or “What Would Palmer Do?”….but I think those two blokes might insist on castration. Eunuchs can be very useful in politics….and surely those who profess celibacy would be fine with a bit of the old castration. Great way to do penance.
Oh so wickedly on target FD.
Bless you Crikey.
Where else could you find a dog who’s fluent in Latin?
Plus a hat tip to Venise.
(Currently underwater I believe, but still dreaming of dunes.)
Nothing quite like a bit of mutual absolution?
When Jesus said “Suffer, little children”, I don’t think he meant it as some sort of signal?
A row of pearls, Pajama! Forgive me asking, but wh… No, never mind..
Klewso; If you look at the irony of a seventh generation Australian of Irish catholic descent; the old people were sent here as punishment by pommies; they were married by C of E Minister Marsden because they didn’t want the Irish Romans running amok and replicating the Irish rebellion here. The old people could not keep the old practices going in the new country and enjoyed the freedom. Ireland, after ww2 saw problems in their frock flock and, jealous of the freedoms, sent the worst offenders out here for “punishment”. The worst offenders were protected by the church and by the police and by the judiciary and by the state. Now we are left with a sore bottom and a bad taste in the mouth; kind of like being helped by mr struggle street?
PAJAMA: That’s an old East Asian custom which appears to have travelled a bit.
PADDY: It’s my buggy which gets dune hungry.
The fifth frame could just as easily have been set in a shower, or a toilet cubicle. Admirable restraint showed there Mr Dog.
Dog, I Love you.
Chatting with the local priest in deepest Ireland back in the 70s as I drove him to the next parish, it turned out that he was going to hear the other priest’s confession. Laughing i asked him if that bloke was then going to hear his.
Without any sense of weirdness, he said “Yes”. I nearly drove off the narrow road trying to control my convulsions.
It turned out that, once they’d shriven each other, they were off to the main convent to hear the cloistered nuns’ confessions.
By then I had no words left to say that didn’t sound like Martian.
The revolving confessional of the shameless where you fervently pray the Devils Door hits each and all on their way out.
Sublime FD. If Pell was to chance upon reading this ‘toon, he would be wearing his balls as earrings from the kick delivered right in his eminence…
Yes Doc, they did seem to form a sort of ring, for their own benefit and abusement ….. sorry, “amusement”.
Venise Alstergren: PAJAMA: That’s an old East Asian custom which appears to have travelled a bit.
He worked for a few years in Broome. It’s quite popular up that way, as far as I’m aware.
MR PAJAMA P: Do tell? I believe it’s a very painful process?
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