Priests.
Catholic priests in particular.

This is not funny in the slightest, and quite long. You've been warned.

My whole family on my mums side is pretty strongly catholic. My step-dad is very strongly not. Obviously this is cause for quite a few conflicts in the house, the most common of which is catholic priests. According to my step-dad, they're all weirdy, dress-wearing paedos. Obviously my mum vainly attempts to convince him otherwise.

One point they can agree on though - in fact, the entire family bar my nan agree on this - is my mums current parish priest. The man is an utter gobshite. Since he became parish priest for my mum & nans parish, (some 10 or more years ago now), he's managed to worm his way into my nans house and pretty much treats her like a housekeeper. My nan is 74 this year, has had two knees and a hip replaced, and has quite bad arthritis. He's hardly ever in his own house, my nan cooks for him almost all the time, and because his heating system is fucked, he's actually moved himself into my nans house in the last month or so. Plus we're pretty sure he's gay and neither of my parents trust him alone with my little brother.

On top of all this, during the masses of snow we had recently (my mum etc live in Wales and quite high up a mountain, so they had a fair six inches of snow), he actually complained at my mum because he had to walk all of the ten minutes from my nans house to Tesco to fetch some bread, milk etc. And then he had the nerve to accuse my mum of not caring enough about her own mother to come down and get her some bread. Bear in mind that at this point my mum had been snowed in for about a week and unable to get to work, my nan lives about 5 miles away, and my mum had been phoning her every day to make sure she was alright. Had there been something wrong, she'd have been down there like a shot, snow or no.

The cherry on the top of all of this, however, is the fact that before he said any of this to my mum (this was after church on the Sunday, by the way, which my mum and my little brother had walked to, being unable to get the car out and whatnot), he had a go at my brother for the same thing, with the added quip of "and why didn't you come and help your nan, hmmm?". Now, my brother is 12. It was snowing pretty damn hard over this week, and there wasn't a single bus to be seen. The only way he'd have gotten there would be to walk, and you can bet that neither my mum nor nan, not to mention my step-dad, would have let him walk there in a near-blizzard.

Bottom line, if all Catholic priests are such cnuts, the world would be a much better place without them.

Apologies for rant, I might post some of my step-dads "wisdom" next. It'll probably involve drugs.
(TuftyBee should have been working on, Sat 21 Mar 2009, 11:10, Reply)