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Did he give you a particular reason to look into the SGG controversy?
don't have anything juicy.
Quotedon't have anything juicy.Such is surely NOT a Catholic attitude and smacks of unsavory gossip.Eamon and SJB are two different people, and are not in sync with each other. It seems that nothing SJB has stated has been questioned. On the hand, Eamon is off the deep end and needs to defend his position.
St Gertrude's, SGG, Cult where hypocrisy Reigneth supreme. Cult where truth is suppressed, But all are nicely dressed, Linens are starched and pressed: Time for The Show! Trad Movement's enema, Time to administah! Long overdue. Bogus humility, Fake is your charity, Virtue's like Pharisees: You're white-washed tombs! It's all about the green, Think ya know what I mean: Dead Presidents. Convent, church, rectory: At peak they sold all three. Still ask for more money. Where'd that dough go? Toxic smoke, mushroom cloud, Compelled to scream aloud, "If smoke, then FIRE!" Let's drop any pretense, You use the Sacraments As weapons in "defense" 'gainst those who see. School rules out the ying-yang, but if you're in 'The Gang' They don't apply. Thug kids threaten adults? Complain? Get NO results. Well, friends, as in all cults, They just don't care. School kids allowed to smoke, The place is such a joke, I wanna puke. They'd sell YOUR soul for gain, That much as day is plain. And if you dare complain? Your name they'll smear. Holiness nowhere seen, But albs are really clean! Externals RULE. Older kids see the lie, Yet we all wonder why Such crap they do not buy Once they leave home? Pulpit for Gospel used? No, but sheep are abused With fake "sermons." Women-haters are they, Guilt-trip them every day, In every kinda way: Classic mind games. Always fine wine on hand, Once day you'll understand: God is not mocked. Fine dining all the time, On parishioners' dime, So wasteful it's a crime. Spendthrifts are ye! Assistant of eight years Wanted you nowhere near When she was ill. "Sick calls are so passé, Just pass me more pâté, How 'bout more Beaujolais? Man, I am stuffed!" Then there's the Schiavo gaffe, Arguments were a laugh: Euthanasia! Murder he advocates, Doctors he castigates, Terri suffers and waits For EIGHTEEN DAYS! Brideshead Revisited, Homo-erotic thread Runs through the book! On school kids' list to read, Anthony felt the need To give a homily About such trash?!?! Mary's the Mom of God. I find it kinda odd to ponder that... Ten years I've known AC, Ne'er seen a Rosary, No sermons 'bout Mary. Whom does he serve? Vocal prayers 'til ya drop, Noise through Low Mass non-stop, No peace at all. Vocations? NONE in sight. On them there is a blight, Sepulchers shiny white, Filthy inside. Wounded crime syndicate, Even a tourniquet Won't stop the blood. Scrapp'd the Prayers Leonine. "Hey, Russia's doin' fine!" Other prayers ninety-nine Said in their place. Are sick unto despair? Told ya, they just don't care: "Go fly a kite!" Have recourse to the priests? Be treated like dumb beasts: "Don't interrupt the feasts Paid for by you!" With SSPX split, Their books took quite a hit: At least a $MIL. In 1983 You stole the property Premeditatedly: Hell-fire is hot. The writing's on the wall: To the ground all will fall. It's falling now. Info from confession Used in conversation? Man, they get all the fun At your expense. Wanna pull out your hair? "Shut up, just grin and bear: 'Humility'." Toxic kewl-aid to drink, Do anything but think, When you leave, see a shrink 'cause you'll be scarred. Psychopathology? O my dear Anthony, 'Tis plain as day. Calling me ment'ly ill? Lay off your toxic swill, Truth you can never kill: That dog won't hunt.
The "ODE" complete and unedited up to the first of two references to the objectionable. Seems there was a whole bunch of stuff many people could relate to their experiences and knowledge of the public record.QuoteSt Gertrude's, SGG, Cult where hypocrisy Reigneth supreme. Cult where truth is suppressed, But all are nicely dressed, Linens are starched and pressed: Time for The Show! Trad Movement's enema, Time to administah! Long overdue. Bogus humility, Fake is your charity, Virtue's like Pharisees: You're white-washed tombs! It's all about the green, Think ya know what I mean: Dead Presidents. Convent, church, rectory: At peak they sold all three. Still ask for more money. Where'd that dough go? Toxic smoke, mushroom cloud, Compelled to scream aloud, "If smoke, then FIRE!" Let's drop any pretense, You use the Sacraments As weapons in "defense" 'gainst those who see. School rules out the ying-yang, but if you're in 'The Gang' They don't apply. Thug kids threaten adults? Complain? Get NO results. Well, friends, as in all cults, They just don't care. School kids allowed to smoke, The place is such a joke, I wanna puke. They'd sell YOUR soul for gain, That much as day is plain. And if you dare complain? Your name they'll smear. Holiness nowhere seen, But albs are really clean! Externals RULE. Older kids see the lie, Yet we all wonder why Such crap they do not buy Once they leave home? Pulpit for Gospel used? No, but sheep are abused With fake "sermons." Women-haters are they, Guilt-trip them every day, In every kinda way: Classic mind games. Always fine wine on hand, Once day you'll understand: God is not mocked. Fine dining all the time, On parishioners' dime, So wasteful it's a crime. Spendthrifts are ye! Assistant of eight years Wanted you nowhere near When she was ill. "Sick calls are so passé, Just pass me more pâté, How 'bout more Beaujolais? Man, I am stuffed!" Then there's the Schiavo gaffe, Arguments were a laugh: Euthanasia! Murder he advocates, Doctors he castigates, Terri suffers and waits For EIGHTEEN DAYS! Brideshead Revisited, Homo-erotic thread Runs through the book! On school kids' list to read, Anthony felt the need To give a homily About such trash?!?! Mary's the Mom of God. I find it kinda odd to ponder that... Ten years I've known AC, Ne'er seen a Rosary, No sermons 'bout Mary. Whom does he serve? Vocal prayers 'til ya drop, Noise through Low Mass non-stop, No peace at all. Vocations? NONE in sight. On them there is a blight, Sepulchers shiny white, Filthy inside. Wounded crime syndicate, Even a tourniquet Won't stop the blood. Scrapp'd the Prayers Leonine. "Hey, Russia's doin' fine!" Other prayers ninety-nine Said in their place. Are sick unto despair? Told ya, they just don't care: "Go fly a kite!" Have recourse to the priests? Be treated like dumb beasts: "Don't interrupt the feasts Paid for by you!" With SSPX split, Their books took quite a hit: At least a $MIL. In 1983 You stole the property Premeditatedly: Hell-fire is hot. The writing's on the wall: To the ground all will fall. It's falling now. Info from confession Used in conversation? Man, they get all the fun At your expense. Wanna pull out your hair? "Shut up, just grin and bear: 'Humility'." Toxic kewl-aid to drink, Do anything but think, When you leave, see a shrink 'cause you'll be scarred. Psychopathology? O my dear Anthony, 'Tis plain as day. Calling me ment'ly ill? Lay off your toxic swill, Truth you can never kill: That dog won't hunt. Matthew could have edited it back then, but he didn't.