When I was a kid, my grandmother worked at one of the Catholic churches where the priest had been accused of sexually abusing children. I had been to this church, shaken this man’s hand.
During this time, my grandma appeared on the news, wildly pleading, “He’s a good man! He did nothing wrong!” I remember my father’s crazed laughter as he manically searched for a VHS tape to record the scene.
Ah yes! Let’s ask what his brainwashed cultists think about him and evaluate the case based on what they say!
Either the judge didn’t care or is a fucking dumbass.
I’m pretty sure this was the premise of “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt”… right?
When I was a kid, my grandmother worked at one of the Catholic churches where the priest had been accused of sexually abusing children. I had been to this church, shaken this man’s hand.
During this time, my grandma appeared on the news, wildly pleading, “He’s a good man! He did nothing wrong!” I remember my father’s crazed laughter as he manically searched for a VHS tape to record the scene.