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[Oliver_Wendell_Ramone]

Originally posted by Bad_Rich_Chic
Mother Theresa's hospices in the US are basically about the same as her hospices in India. They flagrantly violate just about every health code known to civilized men. And, her order hires no actual medical staff (even though here they actually profess to offer medical care) - all patient care is given by nuns of the order, who (i) have generally no medical training at all, (ii) are woefully under educated otherwise and (iii) sometimes refuse to give personal care to men, because that would be indecent. Now, in the US, her hospices are almost all AIDS hospices. Huge majority of the patients are men, so (iii) really presents some problems, or should. I believe P&T did mention that no outside visitors are permitted and all inmates are proselytized relentlessly.

What they didn't mention is that this is happening not just in buttfuck India but in the US, and the civil authorities not only permit it but cover it up. They didn't need footage from third-world India, they could have filmed it at any number of facilities right here at home. Generally, western cities where she founded her little citadels of pain and suffering were so scared shitless of the Church and her obvious impending beatification that they gave the abominable practices a pass, or only required cosmetic fixes.

And, because (for various reasons which would be even more outable that this story is anyway) they thought she was responsible for gay men with AIDS not swarming to the Sisters of Mercy's US torture chambers in droves, the bitch's order formally accused my mother of being in league with Satan, and professed that they had actually seen her in the company of pipe-smoking demons. Really, I shit you not. (Fortunately, due to my mother's already being a damn heathen Protestant and therefore out of their jurisdiction, the local archdiocese insisted there was nothing they could really do about it.) Dumbshit, backwards, priest-ridden illiterate, superstitious, pig-mean fucktards. Not that I take it personally or anything.

(By the by, I think we can all agree that I am mostly correct when I say that this makes my mother unassailably cool.)
I categorically reject the notion that lolling about with naked people relegates one to a lower plane of spiritual enlightenment.

Dude, could your mom hook me up with some of those pipe smoking demons? That would totally rock. We could hang, and loll with naked people, and stuff.