Time to Catch but Not Release

The Critique challenge is closed but since the idea is still floating in my head, I'll post it for one and for all. Good thing is, I'm not restricted to 50 words. :)

"Judgment" (1990)

I'm not a religious person today. Having been raised a Catholic, they pump me with all the church nonsense that ended up having the opposite effect. Overkill. And not an overkill like most. This was the real thing. I swear these priests should go into counseling before they even start.

We're talking Spain here. Or any of its former colonies. Boy, they screwed up.

When a priest doesn't molest you, he punishes you as revenge for not being able to do it. If you have the bad luck to go to one of their schools and he is your teacher, you will graduate by the time they clone and tame the mammoths or something like that. But you get the point.

Catholic schools are the worst environment to learn fuck all about anything. These priests don't care about anything but getting their rocks off. Ask anyone who had the displeasure.

When they aren't trying to rape you, they try to fondle you. If neither of those methods work, then their sadistic alter-ego comes out and they have the time of their lives spanking you. These freaks should allow us to spank them back. That would be preferable. Again, ask anyone.

When they cross the line and too many complaints reach their authorities, what do these geniuses do? They promote them instead to another school location with a higher payload. Un.belie.vable. But true, oh so true!

On one occasion, one of these pervs priests who was some big shot in the school I was going to, touched and caressed my ass. Hello??

"Excuse me, why are you caressing my ass?" I felt like saying, but being 11 you don't know shit from Shinola, and you figure it could be affection. After all, I had my shorts on. My Boy Scouts shorts. "Always ready" --was our motto.

Yeah, ready to get molested by a gudhdamn man of the cloth. The cloth they use to clean themselves with.

Pervs!

The entire school must've been Perv-City. And only boys.

These creeps had it all set up for themselves. And there was no lack of assess to choose from.

So, I told my Dad. That was the first thing I did.

"Dad, Father Antonio touched and caressed my ass!

He said that if it was “over the shorts”, not to worry, that's normal for them, that's what they do.

"Normal? Why is that normal, Dad?"

"Just because, son. They do that. Don't pay him any mind."

"He didn't do anything else, right?"

Confused, I answered, "No."

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I'm 11 years old and when I talked to my BFF schoolmates about it, they all said the same thing. Happens all the time.

Shit. No wonder all the kids that had way worse encounters, including rape, now with their lives destroyed, are seeing psychiatrists and therapists and sexual counselors to cope with life.

That affects a kid forever. Even when they marry, they have troubled relationships. No one understands unless they lived it themselves.

And the Catholic Ministries know very well what's taking place and cover up for them. It's hard to believe that this was commonplace once upon a time in several countries and nobody thought it was that big of a deal.

Not even your parents.

They've discovered more underground graveyards in Ireland than anywhere else in the Christian world. Some right below the church grounds themselves!

Who would suspect such a holy place, right?

Monasteries, schools, convents, Catholic boarding houses, and the list goes on and on.

God forbid you if you were an orphan in Ireland or Spain. The church would "adopt" you and you're up for the taking. Anything could happen and no one was the wiser.

No reports if one or ten went missing, no investigation, absolutely nothing.

Why is it that the biggest ass crimes get shoved under the rag if a church is involved? The cover-up was and most likely still is an international operation.

Journalists should do a cover story and go to any Catholic school and straight up ask this question: “Who wouldn't trust a priest, raise your hand.” And film what happens.

They are still finding bodies to this day.

All little kids. Don't take my word for it. Research it online or even better: Ask anyone.