About George Pell.

To commit the crime that George Pell was convicted of, he would have had to have the capabilities of some sort of a superhero.  This is why it is simply not feasible.



But the scales of justice were so weighted down by a deep anger at the history of crimes committed by the clergy, that the evidence has simply not been properly weighed.

On social media, any defense of the man is met by accusations of condoning paedophilia, of assertions that the man is so vile that the particular allegation is unimportant and that he should 'rot in prison.'

There are  appeals to think of the agony of victims of sexual abuse. 

But the pain of the victims of other crimes is not relevant to this case.  Our justice system doesn't work that way.  All that needed to be judged was if this man had committed this particular crime.  And that judgement is questionable, to say the very least!

George Pell has recently been granted leave to appeal to the High Court.

I happened to see a discussion on facebook about the case, and there was a detailed comment by John Macaulay. He kindly granted me permission to share it. I have not previously seen the circumstances put in quite such a telling way.

John Macaulay is highly qualified in more than one area, and is very knowledgeable. He has been deeply involved in this case, and as a Catholic and former altar boy, knows a lot more about procedures when conducting Mass than a lay person.


  This comment is by John Macaulay -

About the crime attributed to Pell:

What sort of freak is capable of:

1) Being at two ends of his cathedral at the same time, greeting parishioners at the Western transept while chasing two 13 year old boy-sopranos through the sacristy 200 meters away across a packed cathedral
2) Holding two boys down with both his hands while using his third hand to insert his erect penis into the open mouth of a chorister, then simultaneously committing the crime of onanism on himself while groping the other lad, all at a virile 55 years of age
3) Was capable of doing all this while dressed in a cassock, covered with a seamless alb, which itself was covered with his heavy priestly chasuble and tied down with a cincture with five knots, while holding his episcopal crook and balancing his ornate mitre on his head
4) That Pell did all this within minutes of concluding his first Solemn High Mass at St Patrick’s Cathedral so soon after being appointed Archbishop, mobbed by hordes of conservative Catholics who finally saw in him a bishop who seemed to believe in God
5) That this supposedly happened on 'any' Sunday between July and December, despite the cathedral being closed for restoration for the first 23 weeks of this speculative window which arches from the depths of winter to the heat of summer
6) Despite 20 *police* witnesses admitting the implausibility of the accusation and Pell not calling a single witness so confident was he that this spurious case would collapse under the weight of its own implausibility
7) Despite there being no evidence nor a single witness to corroborate the sole complainant's fantastical claims
8) Claims that even went so far as to paint a deceased man into such a pornographic picture, despite “M.R.” saying he was never abused, even when such an assertion would have reduced his own sentence on an unrelated drugs charge a few years earlier
9) All the while ignoring the successive changes to critical details in the sole accuser’s testimony, including insistence that he was caught swigging sweet red altar wine, despite the cathedral only using dry white wine and despite the cathedral sacristy being a hive of activity with very clear lines of sight.  

10) Despite the immemorial custom, indeed necessity, of a metropolitan archbishop in full regalia always being flanked by his master of ceremonies, his deacon, his assisting priest, and two altar servers, one to hold his crozier and another for his mitre before they are ceremonially handed to the sacristan and assistant sacristan
11) Despite Pell having instigated an independent commission into the despicable crimes of a number of Melbourne clergy, including a request for the Victorian Police to assist it in developing the commission's protocols. A request subsequently refused
12) Despite Pell belonging to a religion whose founder declaimed "If anyone causes scandal to one of these little ones, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea"

When first presented with this sordid picture, while serving as Rome’s third highest ranking official, Pell responded with characteristic candour “what a load of absolute and disgraceful rubbish, completely false, madness” and voluntarily returned home to defend his good name & reputation deciding not to use his diplomatic immunity.

I attended Pell’s trial, retrial and appeal and I was his altar server in that same cathedral in the late nineties, I too can emphatically respond 'what a load of absolute and disgraceful rubbish, completely false, madness'

As a kid I came across creepy blokes that my gut instinct said to steer clear of. As my local bishop, Pell was nothing of the sort. He was mostly affable, sometimes aloof and occasionally grumpy, given how many people & priorities were constantly vying for his attention.

After 20 years of incitement from a mendacious media, a corrupt police force and grandstanding public prosecutors, may God help any cleric, Catholic or conservative who is hauled before a jury in Melbourne in the years ahead.

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It is sometimes assumed that anyone who expresses doubt about Pell's guilt are devout Catholics. But one does not have to be Catholic, or even Christian to expect justice from our justice system.

Poor Pell will probably spend another year or so in prison before the date of his High Court Hearing.

Pell is not a superhero, he is just a man.  He is an old man in a prison with the most vile of criminals.  I hope he survives long enough to be exonerated.

And this charge - what Pell himself said -
“what a load of absolute and disgraceful rubbish, completely false, madness.”   

And so it is. 

UPDATE:  

7th April, 2020.   The High Court of Australia has finally given its decision.  George Pell is a free man.  The seven judges of the High Court were unanimous in their decision.  There has been a miscarriage of justice, and an old man spent over a year in prison for a crime that he did not do.  The idea that 'victims' should invariably be believed is proven false once again. 

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The 'Okay' sign

One day, a nuisance idiot on a site called 4chan decided - as a joke - that he would say that the okay sign was a symbol for white supremicism.  

Such is the madness of the day, that instead of laughing and moving on,  more idiots believed them, and now, if you look it up, you are advised not to use it.  It is 'problematic,' some say.  Other sites frankly call it a hate symbol, or even Nazi.  

https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7748068049245566450#editor/target=post;postID=5877959983091345147;onPublishedMenu=allposts;onClosedMenu=allposts;postNum=4;src=postname

https://pjmedia.com/homeland-security/adl-says-ok-sign-is-nazi-mum-about-isis-one-finger-salute/?fbclid=IwAR26gXfnUnKkOuXO1z6WckqZqdF1rEP02es2Ysodww18xYJ5kOXFwo78rFA

https://www.adl.org/education/references/hate-symbols/okay-hand-gesture

Like a lot of nonsense invented by the Politically Correct brigade, it has caused harm. 

According to the article, link below, an actor was fired for using this harmless gesture. 

https://www.dailywire.com/news/universal-studios-fires-actor-for-making-racist-hand-symbol-in-fan-photo?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_content=062316-news&utm_campaign=benshapiro&fbclid=IwAR1gnSuTPcd4_kB3L0ZehAU1GCX7fag3UKvBgSYOL6cDHnDJ8yXgaGJ90ec

And it is harm, too, to tell us we cannot use this common symbol
 that has been around for hundreds of years.  

It means 'okay.'  We all know it it means okay. 

It started as a joke. Now, we are told that we should be very careful about using the symbol.

I intend to treat the suggestion
that we take care when using it as a joke.

It is a joke.

It is only when we give credibility to such nonsense that it sticks.

So use the symbol. Use the symbol whenever you like.  
And then, after a time, maybe the rot about it being racist will be forgotten.

We do not have to take notice of the nonsense around these days.  Okay?  

Do we really want Halloween in Australia?

There was a murder recently in America. It seemed without motive.

But they showed a gruesome picture in the window of the house - a Halloween 'decoration.'  A figure with a raised knife, a figure of someone apparently in the act of stabbing someone.   It was not supposed to have had anything to do with the murder, but how could anyone think this any sort of a  'decoration?'

It was 31st October yesterday, and while Halloween was ignored in my own neighbourhood, I was still subjected to some gruesome images in the name of fun.  There was a zombie 'decoration,' the realistic figure apparently struggling along the ground, bleeding from its eyes.  Awful!

Children get dressed up as hideous creatures.

And then they wander around the neighbourhood collecting a bucket of 'treats,'  often enough to make them sick several times over.  That is not good for them, even if they don't get someone's pills mixed up with the 'treats' as happened to one unfortunate three-year-old.  (How could that have been an accident?)

So there are three issues of Halloween I object to.

1. The promotion of ugly and offensive images in the name of fun.
2. Children stuffing themselves with sweets to the detriment of their health.
3. The danger.  Even when the children are supervised, and often they would not be, they are knocking on the doors of strangers.  And some of the treats might be less harmless than the chocolate-covered  brussel sprouts that I saw suggested.

There is also the irritation of the promotion of it in stores and on the media. I suppose it is good for business, especially as in some areas, no doubt, it will become a competition for the best expensive costume or the best expensive house decorations.

But we already have the less offensive celebrations at Easter and Christmas.  Really, do we want Halloween as well?  We don't actually have to follow America in all of its most foolish trends, do we?

I usually like to put pictures in my blog posts.  But I am feeling quite grumpy, and have no desire to put any pictures of spiders or grave yards or skeletons and especially not - zombies! 

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Growing up a Tomboy

Not long ago, a girl could act as 'boyish' as she wished.  Then, no-one would have dreamed of mutilating her body and compromising her health in order to attempt to turn her into something she can never be.

This is a post from 'Political Posting Mumma,' an activist against the damaging fad of  'transgender.'

She speaks of growing up a a tomboy.

"People would call me a Tomboy and I would ask them, “what even is that? Who says girls can’t do whatever they want?” "

This lady is convinced that if she'd been growing up now, she would have found herself being 'transitioned.'

Luckily,  she grew up before the wickedness took hold.   'I am so grateful, I was left to be me.'

The full story  is very much worth reading.
The link to PPM's facebook page is below it.

"For most of my childhood I was considered a Tomboy.
My friends were mostly boys.
I climbed trees and built tree houses and was often a bit grotty from collecting bugs and playing in the dirt. I hated pretty dresses. I had short hair for a number of years and I absolutely detested the colour pink! When I was 8 I received a much wanted real tool box so I could build things, hopefully with my dad who liked to build when he wasn’t working. He worked a lot. And build things I did. I had a train set until I was 13. I had a motorbike and dreamed of owning a Harley Davidson one day...

When I was at my single mum’s home, I played the role of the man when it came to finding out what the loud noises were in the house, and taking out the spiders and comforting her when she needed it. I also fought off my mum’s attackers on more than one occasion. I was the “man of the house” so to speak.

As a young person I was always quite opinionated and a bit mouthy. Traits that have no doubt held me in good stead in this recent battle. I loved wrestling and play fighting and would often beat the boys, (until they all hit puberty of course).

People would call me a Tomboy and I would ask them, “what even is that? Who says girls can’t do whatever they want?”

I started the first girl indoor soccer team in my area. I played footy and was quite good at it, until the boys were told they weren’t allowed to tackle me anymore and so obviously the game lost any interest for me. I was angry at the injustice at the time but no other girls at my school wanted to form a team, so I let footy go and moved on.

So this issue is probably a little more personal for me than maybe for others. Although I’m sure many of you can relate in some way or another. Biological gender may be binary but gender expression is definitely not.

I am absolutely convinced that if this agenda was around when I was growing up, I would have been transitioned. I’m convinced my mother who quite possibly has (undiagnosed) munchausen by proxy and is as politically left leaning and “progressive” as it gets, would have embraced this medicalisation of gender dysphoria.
Convinced.
I was put in a wheelchair and hospitalised as a child with an illness that miraculously disappeared.
Amongst other examples.

Incidentally, I was a fairly late bloomer, but by the age of about 16 I discovered and embraced my more feminine side.
I gave up trying to be the boy I thought my father always wanted and may have loved more than he seemed to love me. I started to wear a bit of lippy and flirted profusely with the opposite sex and this was often reciprocated. I also found my first real teenage bestie girlfriend and I loved and enjoyed our non competitive friendship. I wore my hair long and started to get more into fashion for my newfound curves. I sold my motorbike for $100 so I could buy a pair of Doc Martins. That guy got a bargain and I was so irritated to find he ended up being one of my biggest trolls through the marriage campaign. That bike was worth at least a thousand bucks! 🙄

I digress.
I am so grateful, I was left to be me.
At 20, after a failed suicide attempt, I gave my life to Jesus and found a path of complete happiness. This new life perspective meant that almost over night all that I wanted was to be a wife and a mum and to create a home that I had always craved for Marijke the broken and lonely little girl. I found my inner strength and life’s purpose and it wasn’t to be angry and aggressive anymore. I could relax and just be me. The evolving me. But the me I may have always been if circumstances and my often traumatic childhood had have been different. Or who knows, I may have always liked “boy things” whatever they even are...

Anyway, I suddenly dreamed of being a Nurturer, a mother, a home maker and I met men through my church network that made me believe that not all men were bad or disloyal or absent or abusive. I met my now husband who helped me understand that there were men who had integrity and loyalty and who did not look at women (and especially not at little girls) as objects for their sexual gratification. He won’t even look at another woman inappropriately and even turns away when there are underwear ads! This was astonishing to me. All the men I’d known were into porn. We are now raising sons who honour women the same way.

I’m convinced that how I presented saved myself from lots when we lived in a bikie club house with my mum, her biker partner and my sisters. It may have even been subconscious. Who knows.

With the new life I felt through my spiritual conversion I was able to soften my masculine defensive side and embrace all the innate feminine qualities that are so special and unique and that really were also there within me all along but I had no doubt locked away.

If the Trans-Agenda were around when I wanted desperately to be a boy, I would have been permanently physically mutilated. I would have been sterilised. I would have had my healthy breasts removed and tried to sculpt my body through plastic surgery into a way that I felt my personality was “supposed” to look.

Perhaps saddest of all, I would have never had the ability to have my four, precious beautiful children who have given me a richness to love and depth and breadth to the meaning of life that often overwhelms me and has certainly saved me when my PTSD flares up. They are also the reason I continue to fight and why I was so angry when the state decided to sexualise them with the comprehensive sexuality nonsense. I know first hand what depriving a child of their childhood and innocence does. I have protected my kids.
I am a mumma warrior!

I know that not all women can have biological children and I mourn for those women and share this with compassion for them, but to take this away from a little girl permanently is absolutely despicable. Or a little boy for that matter.

And as someone who has also dealt with children who have had suicidal ideation due to genetic anxiety disorders, I simply cannot accept the fear of suicide as an acceptable reason to do this to kids. Not now. Not ever.

I have poured my heart out because I hope this message goes out into the world. This agenda is not ok. Let kids be kids!

Let little girls play soccer and let little boys do ballet. Who cares. I thought we won that battle! What even is all of this??
Do not castrate them and deprive them of a peaceful future or their human right to procreate if they so choose.
Deal with their minds and hearts and traumas and pains and love them, don’t mutilate them.
And definitely do not mainstream this radical ideology so little girls and little boys from broken homes get caught in the cross fire.
Enough is enough!
Please share." 

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My first book was about a eunuch. The idea started when we had our beloved young dog desexed - what most responsible owners do. Our dog sulked for a few days afterwards, but then accepted it. After all, what choice did he have?  

So then came Shuki, a bright ten-year-old boy from the slums of a city in Arabia. According to my novel, that was in the 1970s, not in ancient times.

'Not a Man' was published in 2011 - just eight years ago.  But in the years before, when I was researching the effects of the pre-puberty castration of a normal boy, there was almost nothing about it.  I did discover there were a lot of men who had castration fantasies, some of whom would go to extremely painful lengths to make their fantasy into reality.  And I discovered there were some choir boys who would beg for the operation in order to preserve their voice.


But the idea of castrating a healthy boy, especially pre-puberty, was regarded as a wickedness not to be even considered.  And yet here we are in 2019, and it is accepted, though called 'transitioning' rather than 'castration,'  and the boys are called 'girls' rather than eunuchs.  

Speculation is growing about the number of future law suits there will be from those whose bodies are damaged when they were still children.  I expect there will be many.  

Girls cannot turn into boys.  Boys cannot turn into girls.