IT'S A BIG DAY FOR NAILING POMPOUS HYPOCRITES, as Howie Carr demonstrates:
When it comes to doing the right thing by the poor and the downtrodden, Bernard Cardinal Law has a message for all us taxpayers.
Give, give, give 'til it hurts. Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, and then some.
Yet when Law himself is asked to meet his obligations to those raped and violated by his priests, His Eminence has a very different response, which is:
I'll see you in bankruptcy court.
What a surprise, eh? In yet another realm, the fraud's message is, do as I say, not as I do.
Responsibility, apparently, is for the flock. When it comes to the higher-ups, they talk the talk, but they wouldn't think of walking the walk. That's for the dopes who still think the second collection is on the level.
Until the recent unraveling of his corrupt empire, the sanctimonious prince of the church annually went to Beacon Hill to bang his tin cup on the State House steps, demanding ever more generous handouts for the shiftless, the indigent and the promiscuous. But now that it's finally Law's turn to buy a round, he's tipping over tables in his unseemly rush to get out of the room. Money for sodomized altar boys? Don't push me, pal. Ever hear of Chapter 11?
I've noticed that there are a lot of people who are generous with my money, and all for personal responsibility as applied to, well, people like me but who take a rather different attitude when the tables are turned.