THE WHOLE WORLD IS UNDER THE MOST SERIOUS THREAT SINCE WORLD WAR 11 AND ALL THE VATICAN AND IRISH BISHOPS CAN COME UP WITH IS MEDIEVAL INDULGENCES AND MARIAN CONSECRATIONS!
CONSERVATION IN PHONSIE’S PRIVATE CHAPEL
P = PHONSIE
IHM = IMMACULATE OF MARY
P: I’ve great news for you IHM. The Irish Bishops are going to consecrate Ireland to you to cure the Coronavirus.
IHM: WHAT! and are you doing anything practical for the infected, the sick and the dying?
P; What had you in mind IHM?
IHM: Like all 26 dioceses in Ireland giving a ventilators to the Health Service. They are only €80,000 each and each diocese has millions in the bank?
P; Phonsie looking shocked
IHM: Like each diocese giving half its savings to the doctors to get medicines etc to treat the sick?
P: Phonsie breathing become laboured.
IHM: Like each parish offering its churches, halls and presbyteries for recuperating patients.
P: Phonsie’s mouth twitching when he’s angry.
IHM: And will tell that Argie in Rome to stop giving out those meaningless indulgences that caused the Reformation.
P: Phonsie looking like he does in the pic above.
IHM: I dont need countries consecrated to my heart. My son consecrated the whole of mankind to Himself on Calvary. Do you forget that Big P?
And while I’m at it, how dare you refuse Body and Blood of my Son to my devoted servant in Larne Bishop Buckley.
P: Right if that the way you want to play this, Baby, there’ll be no consecrations, no more Rosaries, no more Knock and Lourdes and no more of us bishops and priests making you a goddess. No clear off and get out of my sight!
Dumb Broad. The Bible was right. “Can anything good come out of Nazareth”
THE LAUGHING MADONNA
Indifference (a.k.a. When Jesus Came to Golgotha)
When Jesus came to Golgotha
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns;
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham,
They simply passed Him by;
They never hurt a hair of Him,
They only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender,
And they would not give Him pain;
They only just passed down the street,
And left Him in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, “Forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”
And still it rained the winter rain
That drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see;
And Jesus crouched against a wall
And cried for Calvary.
BUY A VENTILATOR FOR THE NHS
Yesterday we raised £ 325.
I know our main is high.
If we do not reach our target the money will be spent on equipment/supplies for an INTENSIVE CARE UNIT.
I will publish all documentation on here and my website.