Did Mary and Joseph ever have sex?

[arewethereyet]

Catholics view this as being at the highest level of ‘revealed truth’. Translation: some monk who was highly stressed due to overwork, poor diet, and no sex thought it up in a fever dream.

Boru

Oh the whole lot fell apart for me with Santa. Once one discovered one beardy magic sky fairy was no real, one started to question the other sky fairies. But that was decades ago.

In fairness, and honesty, i had a school friend. He was, I suppose, the soft type, son of a widow, a mom's boy. He became the viictim du jour. Eventually he suicided. It is a matter of great regret to me that as kids we did not intervene in what we could plainly see happening. We all knew that he was being abused by the cross dressing rapists. But we were kids. Rather him than any of the rest of us.

Poor fucker.

And that is how it went in those days. Everyone knew not just how to spot the victim, but how to avoid becoming the victim. And if one did not learn that lesson, then you were wastage. Better you than me. 

It grieves me now, in later life, that I did not step up for what I knew to be right when I was a child. But I was a child. The blanket of authority and fear conquered all.

I often wonder about the guys I went to school with.  Even the ones who didn't go to the Catholic school served as altar boys.  I wonder about the ones who graduated and moved far away and the ones who simply cut contact with schoolmates and who didn't, and don't, go back to town.  It's pretty sad when I wonder about how many guys I saw every day were hiding the secret...they probably wouldn't have been believed had they said anything.

[Abaddon_ire]

Oh the whole lot fell apart for me with Santa. Once one discovered one beardy magic sky fairy was no real, one started to question the other sky fairies. But that was decades ago.

In fairness, and honesty, i had a school friend. He was, I suppose, the soft type, son of a widow, a mom's boy. He became the viictim du jour. Eventually he suicided. It is a matter of great regret to me that as kids we did not intervene in what we could plainly see happening. We all knew that he was being abused by the cross dressing rapists. But we were kids. Rather him than any of the rest of us.

Poor fucker.

And that is how it went in those days. Everyone knew not just how to spot the victim, but how to avoid becoming the victim. And if one did not learn that lesson, then you were wastage. Better you than me. 

It grieves me now, in later life, that I did not step up for what I knew to be right when I was a child. But I was a child. The blanket of authority and fear conquered all.

I often wonder about the guys I went to school with.  Even the ones who didn't go to the Catholic school served as altar boys.  I wonder about the ones who graduated and moved far away and the ones who simply cut contact with schoolmates and who didn't, and don't, go back to town.  It's pretty sad when I wonder about how many guys I saw every day were hiding the secret...they probably wouldn't have been believed had they said anything.

I also wonder. Two were victims that I know of for certain of Catholic schools. Several more were suspected to be so but not proven. Just how extensive was/is it? And we know it is not exclusively catholic schools, nor exclusively boys either. It's just that the girls were told/instructed to STFU. 

How deep does the rot go? 

Having volunteered on the Tuam babies crapfest as a researcher, it goes deep. 800 dead newborns in a cesspit. Really? And you nuns have no records of that period? Really? And what about the records you claim not to have that we found? Really? And how about you release the records you have admitted you really DO have? No? Really? 

And so on.

The god of love can kiss my hairy yellow butt.