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Beware of the Keepers of Morality!

The Los Angeles Times investigated the records of the Boy Scouts of America, and their report suggests that the Boy Scouts have an altar boy problem, or more properly, a priestly problem.  Or perhaps it is that the Catholic Church has a Scoutmaster problem.

I have told, before, of learning of a rogue Lutheran minister in San Francisco who left his wife to make music with the female organist, that it was not uncommon for Lutheran Synodical leaders (or Bishops) on the East Coast, or the Midwest, to ship clergymen--they were all men, at that time--out west "for a new start".

Everyone knows what a shameful history the Catholic Church has with priests who were not skilled enough to get a job coaching at Penn State, who systematically sexually abused young boys, and how the hierarchy of the Church covered up for them.  Just paying reparations for a small fraction of the abusers has nearly bankrupted several dioceses.

To compound the outrage of the way the Boy Scouts has hidden and denied and covered up its own history of sexual abuse, the Boy Scouts have been hounding us for years, refusing to allow gay boys to become Scouts, or young girls to become members.  All the while, the leaders of the Scouts have been covering up the sexual abuse committed by its own leaders.

There ought to be a special place in hell for the men who abuse young boys.  Maybe the Catholic Church, which is very good at heavenly real estate,  could arrange something, and even find a coach or two to lead them in calisthenics.  There is a guy in San Francisco who can recommend an organist to play happy music.

If none of that works out, maybe they should just run for public office, and propose laws to keep women from showering together.  

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