Joyous Christmas cheer as we observe that rancid pope-poisoning pervert Bishop John Magee dangle slowly in the wind. He clings to power like shit to a blanket but his days seem numbered. He seems genuinely confused as to why he’s attracting so much opprobrium.
And why not? Protecting child molesters has been a key element of Bishops’ job spec for years. And now he’s being hung out to dry. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. I met him briefly once and found him to be an unctuous, greasy, limp-wristed, insincere, conniving, reptilian, jelly-like excuse for a human being.
He was catapulted into the Cloyne Diocese after his shenanigans during the untimely death of Pope John Paul I became too much for even the Vatican to stomach. Having spent his life up to then as a pampered Vatican bureaucrat, he was horrified to find that one of his female servants would be spending Christmas Day with her family. ‘But who’s going to look after me?’ he wailed, putting immense pressure on the woman to forsake her own family.
He’s as bent as a banana. I saw him in Cork Airport once saying goodbye to an Italian choirboy whom he had over in his palace as a ‘guest’. The way he groped, pawed and slobbered over the youngster was stomach-churning. Little wonder he was so unenthusiastic about putting the clampers on pedophile priests in his own diocese.