the photo has been deliberately disfigured to hide the identity of the little boy
Because of my personal interrelationship with my favorite Padre I have tried to remain in touch -without touching!- with him but is has been decreasingly difficult to follow his traces even with the help of the best trappers from the IRS, INS and Firearms and Drugs Buro. What my lavish investigations have uprooted - I love alliterating- is that father is no longer a BigWig. God be with the glory days of Camelot in Cheshire CaT when he was at the head of fundraising and vocation invention and all was rosy in the garden of eden of the shiny new religious order from Mexico by way of Ireland and pastors and bishops welcomed the strangers with open arms until they realized that the visitor was eating them out of house and home, funds and seminarians if I may use a metaphor.
But getting back to my concern I am worried about good priests disappearing men who gave their lives to the cause of Fr. Maciel's Kingdom very often at the cost of working long hours 24-7 leaving their famlies behind never getting a break being constantly on the road sleeping in rectories giving retreats writing letters an circulars and visiting wealthy widows who are about to throw in the sponge and faciliating their transition to the Happy Hunting Group with a series of Gargantuan Masses and a large donation to the cause of clean shaving shiny faced light skinned stiff collared and frosty priests...
Where has the padre gone to? I dont want to believe the calumnies and detractions that the superiors are hiding some of the men who were so prominent and gave their life blood for years just because they might be asked to give a disposition regarding their stewardship and whether they had any knowledge of the shennanigans that were going on around them during the regime of the notorious Nooo-estroe Padray when he was here in the USA and living off the land at the Waldorf Historia and other high falootin' places such as private airplanes and helicopters. Did my hard earned donations go towards that when I was always told that they were to keep the teeth in the seminarians who spent those freezing winters with a roof and heating after hurricanes had destroyed the dormitories...
The washing await me -another alliteration!
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