Bastarding Opus Dei
I have to say I am rather ambivalent about God, church, and religion in general. Ok, so I don’t buy any of the old stuff but other people do, and often religion goes hand in hand with charity etc. Fair enough. Just as long as no one forces their ancient chicanery down my throat. (incidentally that’s not a catholic priest ‘gag’...sorry neither was that).

Unfortunately my cousin ‘James’ did not get that memo. I am half Irish and so my dad’s family all live on the Emerald Isle. My first cousin ‘James’ is not only devoutly Catholic, he is a priest, and theologian, and also a member of Opus Dei. Opus Dei is the scary mental part of the Catholic church that is controlled by the Vatican. Opus Dei are kind of like the SS compared to the Wehrmacht. In fact, my cousin is kind of like a troubleshooting ninja member of Opus Dei.

It is literally impossible to argue with my cousin. I like to think I am a bit handy in the debating arena and try to be loquacious and fairly verbose. But this chap can talk the hind legs off an RBS director. And not even in a particularly nice ‘Oirish’ way.

So the crux of my so-called story. He has been given a very house. Two cars. He has all sorts of personal staff. He travels all over the world with a huge expense account. He can basically do what he likes, and kind of has power over other ministers and other churches. He affects local and national politics and appears on radio and TV stations all over Ireland. I haven’t put his real name because he is slightly famous in Ireland. Also, Opus Dei have spooky powers. Allegedly.

So my fucking cousin can do what he likes, and the poor bastards at his local church put their coppers in the collection tray and pray for the miracle to come. And the worst thing? They know everything about my cousin and Opus Dei. And they still give their pennies.

Fuck religion.

Sorry Jesus


EDIT: Oops too much bile, no 'funnies'.

Whenever I meet him I always bring up the incident when we were kids and he asked me if I knew what ‘wanking’ was and if I could help him. Last time I mentioned it to him (he is 34) his face went puce with rage and he didn’t speak to me for about a week. Result.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Mon 23 Mar 2009, 21:26, 2 replies)

(sorry jesus)
I always have to "secretly" whisper/ think something along those lines everytime I say/think something vaguely anti "The Lord". Its more of a superstition I think.

Bloody Catholic Church gets in your blood it does...

Opus Dei are scary muthas though.
(insomniac girl all my best things are in hock, Tue 24 Mar 2009, 3:31, closed)

It's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle...

(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Wed 25 Mar 2009, 16:01, closed)