Hmmm … does this really have to do with child abuse or, to use the Reagan perspective, are these arrests and possibly further imprisonments of high level Catholic authorities “bargaining chips” to convince the Catholic Church that her ban on abortion should be … how shall I say … “seriously reconsidered?”Well spotted sir! They are not being arrested because wiggling weenies in the asses of children is illegal. Oh no! Obviously these prisoners of conscience will be released when the Catholic church looses its stranglehold on all laws in all countries. After the progressive juggernaut makes abortion mandatory perhaps these poor pawns will be allowed to once again taste the tender flesh of youth.
Someone named snarkysob picks on that:
I am convinced that Moriarty's work here is some of the greatest satire ever devised, of Swiftian quality. Either that, or he is in need of continuing electroshock therapy and heavy medication. There's no serious dispute that priests have abused their parishioners, and that the hierarchy (local, national and international) have covered it up.Michael Moriarty responds as only he can:
Electro-shock.So while snarkysob's therapeutic advice is somewhat behind the times, uh, BINGO. But wait, there's more! It was a Catholic outfit that zapped Moriarty:
In the Spring of 1964.
I was 23 years old.
In London, England.
There it is called ECT, electro-convulsive therapy.
The institution administering the treatment, ten of them, was called, ironically, The Priory.Yes, our man Michael is willing to back up the boy rapers IN SPITE of their willingness to scramble his circuits...or is there something still more insidious afoot?
The deeper irony is that it is … or was, at the time … ostensibly a Catholic nuthouse.
Yes, the occasional nun as nurse.
That same institution had already administered the same ungodly treatment, in punitive doses, 54 of them, to the American Communist, Paul Robson, in 1963.There it is! A traditional Catholic therapist would have had Moriarty take two ass-poundings and call him in the morning.
What was that Big, Deep Red Baritone doing in a Catholic nuthouse?
Or was he actually taken there because The Priory was not merely Catholic but Progressive Catholic?