Posted on November 05, 2011 by itccs
By Caoimhin Ui Niall (Kevin Annett)
Caoimhin Ui Niall (Kevin Annett)
I’m proud of being Irish today – and happy for survivors of church terror everywhere. Capping a courageous stand against a long history of criminal subterfuge and obstruction of justice by Rome, the Irish government announced this morning that it will close its diplomatic residence to the Vatican “due to financial reasons”.
I love the smart ass Gaelic irony.
These are indeed Biblical times, for the mighty are toppling wherever you look.
Just this past week, Canada’s infamous Royal Canadian Mounted Police admitted in an “official” report that they were indeed complicit in imprisoning aboriginal children in the Christian internment camps inaccurately dubbed “Indian residential schools”. And for the first time ever, federal “Aboriginal Affairs” minister John Duncan used the word “genocide” in relation to the camps, in a self-defensive holocaust-denying claim that, even with 50,000 dead children, the whole thing was merely “an education policy gone wrong”.
When the criminals who run the world start having to justify themselves and lie publicly, and begin falling out among themselves, you know the party is over.
The Irish government, of course, has its own brogans mired in complicity in the murderous horror inflicted against children in Catholic orphanages and sweatshops, and it suits its purpose to point fingers at Rome these days. But that’s merely the dying gasp of the guy who held the coat of the serial killer for many years.
So what now? Rather than sheathing our sword and sitting back to applaud as child rapists and killers scramble for cover, I suggest this is the time to press the blade home. It is time to disestablish the power of criminal religious bodies, starting with the Vatican.
Why should Dublin stop now? We’ve never been a people prone to half measures. So today, I urge Taoiseach Enda Kenny to introduce legislation in the next session of the Dail requiring that all Catholic clergy in Ireland be licensed as public servants, accountable to the people and not to a foreign state. Such a bill would also cancel the charitable tax exempt status of the church, which owes untold billions in unpaid taxes to the people. And it would seize the assets and lands of the Catholic church and doll out its ill-gained wealth to the people it was sweated out of and who faced clerical rape and torture at such a tender age.
Hell, the French nationalized all Catholic church property back in 1792, during their revolution. It’s not such a radical thing to say that religion has to serve the community, and therefore its wealth must as well. Why not tax one of the richest corporations in the world?
Whatever you think of the global Occupy movement – and I love it – it has in its cross hairs the financial mandarins of the world, including the shadowy thing called the Vatican Bank, whose assets are in the trillions of dollars thanks to secret “financial concordats” with over a hundred governments that siphon off our taxes to Rome. (Note to Enda Kenny: Cancel the bloody thing, boyo!) Occupy the Vatican is a growing network that aims to seize that wealth and bring down the corporation that runs the church, and I’m part of the effort that will converge on Rome next Easter, April 8, to do precisely that.
I like to call it the Final Sacking of Rome.
This is no idle boast, considering that over two thirds of the people of our world are behind the Occupy movement, and are demanding that the super rich be brought down for good. All we need to do is to flex our collective muscles slightly and the elites will topple, as they are already starting to do.
As much as I love them, the young men and women of the Occupy phenomena are a disparate gas cloud that needs to be wielded into a hammer. Instead of sitting nebulously outside banks and workplaces, they must move inside, and join up with the masses of working stiffs who really have their hands on the levers of power.
Imagine if all the legal secretaries and bank clerks in every city joined the Occupation, along with the bus drivers, electricians, cops and every trade unionist in sight? And what about the guards at the Federal Reserve Bank in New York? Do you think they like having their pension funds and taxes siphoned off to child rapists and money speculators in Rome?
Blessedly, the people of Oakland, California started doing what I’m suggesting today, perhaps not coincidentally. A general strike broke out and the Occupy Oakland folks took over the massive dockyards for awhile.
The revolution is starting, people.
The last time I did a symbolic exorcism outside the Vatican, I spoke to some of the Swiss Guards who officially protect the Pope. They don’t make a lot of money, and one of them wondered aloud to me why nobody had unionized them yet.
When the time comes, guess who’s going to come over to our side – provided we are bold enough and don’t halt?
Napolean once observed that “In war, morale is to the material as three over one”. And in the global combat that is now deciding the fate of our planet, and our species, it is we, the 99%, who have the upper hand on every front – but especially concerning morale. We have the ethical high ground these days, and we need to keep it, but only if we don’t waver from aiming at the heart of the Beast.
Caoimhin with survivors of catholic church terror outside the Dail, Dublin, 2010
That heart has always been in Rome, and in the financial and political tentacles of the Vatican that reach into governments, major banks and corporations around the world. And that is why the decision of the Irish government today is having a political impact akin to the crashing of the extinction-causing meteor into our planet 65 million years ago.
All the dinosaurs died after that cataclysm, and a good thing too, because it made room for us actual warm-blooded folks.
We’ve kept our humanity, after all the grief; and now we are, indeed, inheriting the earth.
Rise like Lions after slumber, in unvanquishable number;
Shake your chains to earth like dew, which in sleep had fallen on you:
You are many; they are few.
Percy Shelley, 1815