That old trout Pope Benedict the Cunt – who’s probably got 666 etched onto his dirty scalp somewhere (full head of hair at the age of 723 and without the need for dry shampoo? Surely that’s a pact with the devil if ever there was one) – has been sticking his popper-drenched snout into business that’s fuck all to do with him again.
This time, it’s that Equality Bill. You know, the one that’s all about that crazy notion that we’re all equal – gays, lezzies, people who shop at Next – and therefore deserve the same rights. Whoever came up with that one deserves a lollipop!
But Popey, he no likes. Ahead of his offish visit to the United Kingdom of Great Brittania (we so can’t wait for the protest. What will we wear?), he’s condemned our government for, darn it, having a conscience. Because – squish squish – it doesn’t allow Catholic cunts to discriminate against the gays.
Well boo-freakin’-who. Just because you raid the pantomime box on a daily basis and live your life according to an ages-old equivalent of Lord of the Rings doesn’t give you a right to dictate to people who do sane for a living.