Of Gods and Men: The Catholic Church Has Sexual Issues

by Jim Kopetz

Vatican sex parties, a performance of the Marquis de Sade's 120 Days of Sodom, and men of god, becoming gods, and raping their kin. This is the prelude to the end of the world.

The Vatican is no stranger to controversy. The Catholic clergy is filled with pedophiles and warped priests that make Rev. Harry Powell look like a saint. There has been defiling of helpless blind children, sexual assaults across Ireland, and god looks upon and smiles.  Fuck god.

I am sick and tired of turning a blind eye to religious sadism, allowing children and adults alike to be stripped of their humanity and forcing the stick of god into them. I despise rape. I despise child molestation, or molestation of any kind. These are not new moral ideas. Every decent human being on this planet should condemn such hideous actions. But god forgives. Maybe he shouldn't.

Emanuela Orlandi was abducted in 1983, at the age of 15. Her disappearance for nearly 30 years had been a mystery and would have remained so if not for the guilt-stricken conscience of the Vatican's leading exorcist, Father Gabriel Amorth. This is a man who has performed over 60,000 exorcisms during his tenure, and some of the most extreme cases at that. But it wasn't the demons the kept him up at night, it was his fellow clergy. Ms. Orlandi was used as the "main-attraction" for sex-starved Vatican police, among others, in orgies reminiscent of Caligula's run of Rome. So the saying goes. After fulfilling her duties she was promptly disposed of. Murdered. But what actually happened? How depraved is the Catholic Church?'

Unfortunately, Ms. Orlandi wasn't the first nor will she be the last. Another woman who wishes to remain anonymous told her story and if she is to be believed, I fear for anyone under the age of 16, beware. 

Her captors wore Sumerian death-masks and smelled of burnt ash. They bound her hands and feet with rosaries, chanting 'timete Deum'. Many could not contain their need for gratification, screeching in horror and impatience. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see there were others like her, some already engaged in sadistic acts of sexplay. Then she felt it, and the pain was unbearable. Hot wax was being poured between her legs. She wanted to scream but could not. A crucifix had been stuffed into her mouth and was being held by a senior member. She knew these creatures to be men of god and wondered if this was all part of his plan. Her eyes met with one of her captors and as the tears rolled down her face he laughed and began jumping up and down, slapping her face with the head of his penis. Then there was the flesh, the blood, the smell of fresh fecal matter wafting into her nasal cavity as one of the deacons squatted over her. They had cut one of the other girl's throat and were filling chalices with her blood. Once she had expired, they began taking bites out of her flesh. Priests were masturbating all around her, tears flowing down their cheeks. They beat themselves with sharp leather straps. They beat her with worse. However, it wasn't until the forced sodomy that she realized there was no god. There was only pain. That these small, shriveled men were simply bowing to their own deviancy, vindicated by a litany of bible references. A deviancy that changed and mutated at the snap of a finger.

Make no mistake about it, evil does exist. But where there is evil there is good. And even the good may at times be forced to commit evil acts in the name of all that is good. These men are not good. They should be crucified on Golgotha, right next to their savior. If only there was a hell for the pitiful bastards to rot in. If only we allowed castration as a form of punishment for child molesters. Not that we could get these fuckers abroad, but I'm sure there's plenty at home that are overdue for an appointment with the axe. Chop, chop.