I will not comment on the odious papal candidate George Pell, apart from saying that he should have been given 20 years, without parole. The legal argumentation about his intention or otherwise to commit serial pedophilia remains specious, to say the least.
Why do I mention the topic at all? Because a priest teaching at the Bad Toennisstein (Rhineland) primary school slapped me across the face for daring to come to school with "red lips" one morning - why did he notice? Was he feeling threatened, perhaps attracted to the healthy youngster?
What I do remember is that when I got home and told my grandmother, Maria Taubel nee Mohr, the dear lady took me by the hand, walked the two kilometres to the tiny school at Burgbrohl and complained to the teacher and the school about the treatment I had received there... On yer gran! As the Aussies would have said.
Perhaps it was her good simple food and the amount of time I spent outside my uncle Lothar's little emergency cottage, built on a little brook in the woods as a refuge from the bombing raids on Cologne, that kept me healthy and naturally full-blooded - apart from the 4 km walk to and from school every weekday morning.
Anyway, that was the only brush I ever had with priests and their ilk.
But I retained a life-long contempt for the frocked clowns of the catholic or any other religious persuasion...
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