...also known as certain members of the leaders of the Church in Ireland, do absolutely nothing to stop their country from voting to spit in the face of St. Patrick and invite the Serpent he banished back in to take over their nation.
Oh, sure, the bishops issued a statement, or something, but many of them having squandered their moral authority and destroyed the Church from within for decades, it didn’t amount to anything.
The parable of the talents comes to mind. The Irish bishops have been remarkably similar to the servant who was handed a treasure and...went off and buried it, out of fear, instead of seeing to it that it increased. Now their treasure will eventually be given to someone else, but in the meantime the treasure--Ireland’s erstwhile Catholic sons and daughters--are still buried in the muck and mire and manure of modern depravity, which is all they have ever known, and thus from their point of view of muck and mire and manure are all desirable real-estate.
What a sad end to a once-great daughter of the Faith; she has become a prostitute, and sold herself to the highest bidder. I am ashamed to share her name.