Friday, August 28, 2020

The Mitre Club Card: It's good everywhere.

Christopher Altieri tells us that the Vatican has given us the final word in the Bishop Michael Bransfield saga--and it's as sleazy as you could expect.

Half the necessary restitution, triple the normal pension and a non-apology letter from a guy who was credibly accused of rubbing his turgid member against a 20 year old man who had been drafted into working with Bransfield.  

Which was just one item in an enduring pattern of sexual assault and harassment from a man who lived the high life as the wolf in charge of the fold.

Have I mentioned that Bransfield was one of Ted McCarrick's boys?

No need to provoke a guy who could spill a lot of beans, right?

All bling bishops have a future, it seems. Be you a tax-fattened ward of the Bundesrepublik or just the well-connected looter of a diocese of the rural poor, Mercy is at hand. 

And speaking of Ted: where's that report on him again?

 


 

1 comment:

Be reasonably civil. Ire alloyed with reason is fine. But slagging the host gets you the banhammer.

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