HOLEY HOLY STORY
Brian Reade. England. 26:March.
Being a good lapsed Catholic my conscience guided me to mass on Easter Sunday.
I was hoping for a rousing sermon on the Resurrection that would finally see off my doubts, but instead I was ordered to lobby the government about the dangers of human embryo research.
The priest gave no explanation of his rationale, simply warning about it being against God's will.
Not once did he talk of the possible benefits to mankind or admit we may have our own views on this complex, scientific issue.
He simply assumed, as every other Catholic priest in the land was assuming, that when we walked through the church door we left our brains outside and agreed to blindly follow their every dictat.
I felt morally bullied.
And angered that the Catholic Church should demand all MPs be allowed to vote on a "conscience" issue while not allowing its own members the same right.
One of my biggest wishes is to see cancer death rates cut, and if passing this bill helps to do that then I'm with my government, not my church.
Especially a church that can bracket contraception with human embryo experiments, whose earthly leader believes homosexuality is sinful and whose Main Man in Westminster is so concerned about the sanctity of human life he welcomes Tony Blair as a convert while the streets of Iraq still flow with blood.
And a Church which decrees that human tissue must be treated with more respect than the animal variety - yet treats its own members like sheep.
Vest will be very busy this weekend. I shall be having my first haircut in eleven weeks, now the scars on my head feel less sensitive. After posting this nonsense, I shall assume the role of 'Cyril The Gay Hairdresser' when I colour Rosemary's hair.
Today I cut the Grassed areas of our palatial residence(I prefer not to call them lawns) 4,500sq ft.. It really is too much for me; but to get it done would cost the equivalent to 3 bottles of scotch.
I have my # one son who has a heart problem sitting smoking all day at his computer who is 28 years younger than I, just too too much to expect of him to recognise (start you bastard) our lawn mower. Our Gay #5 son Tim should be taking over the role of Cyril the gay hairdresser. I suppose there are other mugs like me out there being ripped off by family, parents never cease to to be servants. I must admit I do enjoy having them around, but there is little at the end of the day I have to thank them for.
Everyone have a happy weekend. Vest
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