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Number one at the Vatican: I’m your wicked Uncle Ernie, I know you won’t see or hear me as I fiddle around, … fiddle around.
Not to make fun of the deaf boys who were victimized, their suffering was and is horrific. It’s no news that a bunch of self-righteous, abusive old men want to dictate what women can do with their bodies. It is shocking how far we’ve come from JFK’s declaration of independence from Papal interference in governance to Bart Stupid’s frank admission that his intent is precisely to impose the will of morally bankrupt purveyors of religious fantasies upon the rest of us.
May they rot for eternity listening to “Jesus Christ Superstar.”