A Modest Proposal

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" You're looking well today. Hope you had a restful weekend.

Jonathan Swift once wrote a satire called "A Modest Proposal" in which he suggested that the children of poor Irish peasants be gathered up, cooked, and served to the wealthy Irish elite as a gourmet food. This, he said, would solve the problem of poverty in Ireland, as the poor mothers would be paid for their "crops."

My proposal is just as modest but a bit more serious.

There's not a drop of Irish blood in me, unless one of my Ulsterman ancestors married outside the clan. Which I doubt. Nevertheless, I'm aghast, but not surprised, by the news of abuse by Roman Catholic teachers of generations of poor students in "schools" for the underprivileged.

Honestly, did we not know this was happening? Even as it happened? Even as it continues to happen?

So, what is an Irish Roman Catholic to do about this?

Here's a modest proposal. DUMP THAT SATAN SECT.

Cast off your pope, your priests, your sadist nuns! Turn your back on those stone churches and walk onto Tara, where the deities of your ancestors wait for you!

Ireland, take back your bored gods. They will not allow your children to be abused!

Ask for them by name: The Dagda, Morrigan, Aine, Danu. Plead for their help in removing the shackles of a religion that does more harm than good. Worship the deities who have no Book of Right and Wrong, just a code of basic morality that can change with the times: do no harm.

Ireland, return to The Ancient Ones. They are waiting for you. With open arms.