14 September 2011

Don’t Trust the Catholic Church to Seek Justice


I was reading an article this morning about Senator Xenophon publicly naming a priest accused of rape many years ago, with my initial thoughts being around the legality of naming and shaming people. I had heard his ultimatum yesterday, and was wondering not only if he would do it, but also if he should do it. As far as I know this isn’t the same as the recent kerfuffle surrounding a certain Hinch, as there is no ongoing case, but then again that turns out to be part of the problem.
As I read further the more striking issue seems to be how the Catholic Church likes to see itself as somewhat anterior to the normal routes of justice in our, or indeed any, country.
For instance the insidious George Pell had the following to say about the way the Church deals with ‘complaints’ (a rather benign word when we are talking about child rape I think):
“When someone who has been abused chooses to bring his complaint to the church rather than to the police, the integrity and implementation of the church's protocols (Towards Healing in this case) are of first importance in achieving justice for the complainant, and indeed for all concerned."
Oh really? Because I would have thought that the thing of foremost importance in this country would be ensuring that justice is sought through the proper channels, and through institutions that are designed, and one would hope qualified, to meet out justice.
All pretence aside; I have no idea as to the legality of this case, or whether the Senator should be giving this information to the public. But I think it is somewhat overshadowed by the constant behaviour of the Catholic Church all over the world in putting their own rules and regulations above that of not only the nations they live in, but the societies they are a part of.
In the Church’s letter to Xenophon pleading that he not go ahead with the naming, they pointed out how an investigation had already been conducted by the Archdiocese in question, making reference to the fact that they wanted to ensure “natural justice and procedural fairness”, perhaps not realising that in Australia we have actual departments centred around both of these principles. But then again, it’s all in the term ‘natural’ I guess.
Australian justice would be seen as paling in comparison to the justice of an institution that believes it has its own communication line to the answers of the universe, and that one slightly sinister looking guy in Rome has his ear to the lord of the universe. Considering this mindset I am not surprised that they seek to circumvent our own earthly legal institutions.
That's the Pope on the right I think
The letter also goes on somewhat absurdly to state that "The priest concerned has categorically denied the allegations and, objectively speaking, it is not irrelevant that he has been a priest of good standing in the Archdiocese for almost 50 years". Now I am no expert on the matter, but I don’t think that a priests good standing is enough to absolve them of any accusations leveled their way, after all there are numerous examples throughout the churches history of seemingly upstanding members of the church being anything but upstanding behind the scenes.
Honestly, I don’t know how anyone can trust the Catholic Church these days, and given the recent opposition in Ireland, a former stronghold of the Church, it seems as if less and less people are trusting of them.
I read another article recently that goes over the way the Catholic Church words its official responses to make it appear more cooperative, regarding compliance with the laws of whichever country it finds itself infecting, than it actually is.
In a recent response to the Cloyne Report (an investigation into sexual abuse (cf. Rape) into a diocese in Ireland), the Vatican said:
“From the foregoing considerations, it should be clear that the Holy See expects the Irish Bishops to cooperate with the civil authorities, to implement fully the norms of canon law and to ensure the full and impartial application of the child safety norms of the Church in Ireland.”
A seemingly innocuous response, I thought, which even gives a hint of proper cooperation on the Churches behalf. That is until I read Michael Nugent’s thoughts on the matter. Apparently the important thing to notice here is the use of the word ‘full’ or ‘fully’. Note its absence when talking about cooperation with civil authorities, but its adhesion to anything Church related.
Nugent compares the lack of the adverb when dealing with civil authorities to an example from another abuse case the Church faced, again in Ireland, back in 1997:
“This missing word “fully” is the exact formulation that the Dublin Archdiocese used in 1997 to mislead people about its response to the sexual abuse of Marie Collins. When the priest who had abused Collins was convicted, the Archdiocese issued a press statement claiming that it had cooperated with police in relation to her complaint. Collins was upset by this and told her friend Father James Norman. Father Norman told police that he had asked the Archdiocese about the statement and the explanation he received was that “we never said we cooperated ‘fully’, placing emphasis on the word ‘fully’.””
So here we see again that when it comes to matters of justice, the Catholic Church cannot be trusted to be forthright and open with the civil authorities, and is more than willing to hold back information which might throw them in a bad light, than it is to help those who have suffered sexual abuse and rape while in their supposed divine care.
In this case the Church was made aware of these accusations, but it was ultimately the civil authorities who ensured justice prevailed, through no help from the Church. Oh sure they cooperated, but just not fully. And to me it seems that anything but a full cooperation with the law smells of an intent to hide things, and circumvent the proper channels of justice and truth.

Well I think that’s the end of that rant. I suppose after two more laid back posts, it was about time I let fly with a rambling rant.
Cheers
MM

David Brent Tattoo

Now this is dedication.

Massive fan of anything Gervais that i am, I don't think i would want one personally. But I admire it nonetheless.

13 September 2011

Under Pressure

It seems my sister has given me a bit of free advertising over on her blog (Picklebug Designs in case you didn't know), and consequently touted me as the 'family intellectual'. So rather than agonise about trying to live up to this for any potential link followers, i figured instead i would just ease the pressure, and post this:

Ah. Thats better.

Worth a thousand words

Sometimes when you read an interesting headline you wish they had a picture going along with them, other times you would have been happier if they hadn't. Here are two examples I noticed recently from each camp; one is hilarious, the other is horrifying.
Let’s start with the more palatable example first:
‘Drunken elk trapped in an apple tree in Sweden’
You just know it’s going to be gold. Drunken animals are always a favourite, and apparently this is quite a common occurrence for elks who go searching for fermenting apples and other fruit (that is the drunkenness is common, not the getting stuck in trees part).

No need to worry about the old girl, according to the BBC she was liberated from the grip of the tree, and spent the night recovering in a local residents front yard.

Now to the less savoury example. The headline that caught my eye was:
‘Caterpillars Infected with Melting Virus’
Regrettably I can’t find the article this originates from, but I went one better and saved the original source, an article in the journal nature (Via RichardDawkins.net).
That’s was what piqued my interest, and here is what freaked me out when I followed the link:

That’s right, an actual melting caterpillar, like something from a horror film, right before it lands on the shrieking comic relief foil.
What’s more the caption describes the event being witnessed in the picture by saying that “Caterpillars infected with baculovirus climb to the tops of trees, where they melt and drip the virus onto the foliage below”.
So it’s not just a virus that makes you melt (if you happen to be a caterpillar), but also one that takes your caterpillar mind and turns you into a zombie for its own benefit.


A Pragmatic Attempt


I have been agonising over this blog for months now. Probably even a year. Which is odd, because beyond the confines of my brain, the blog didn’t really even exist. Oh some people knew about it, that’s for sure, but more than the blog, they knew of my agonisations over it.
I wanted a name. A really good name. I liked the names based on idioms, or clever merging of the subject’s name, with some other snazzy word. I liked the linguistic trickery of something only a few words long, but still enrapturing enough to get you hooked. I liked blogs that were specific in their topics, but also the esoteric nature of many other blogs out there. I liked it all, and I wanted in.
I write like crazy at work, and sometimes at home, but I have never really put it out there, and I wanted to do this, and do it now.
The only problem is, you need a name.
First I thought I would merge my name somehow with a popular phrase or some such thing (like how Mark Zuckerberg’s blog was called ‘Zuck it to me’ on The Social Network). However it didn’t take me long to figure out that there were no really catchy phrases utilising the phonetic chunks in my name. Not much rhymed with Mort, or the ending of my first name: ‘thew’. I relegated any instances of Matt into the abyss for the same reason that I dislike people shortening my name to this in the first place. Because it’s my gods damned name people!
My initial attempt was failing. I noticed the tentative blog entries that I had been writing and saving on a thumb drive becoming ever more outdated. If I got this thing started up around August, would my thoughts on the Arab uprisings really be worth sharing? Are people still morning the loss of Ryan Dunn, or fascinated by the planking craze?
Thus I moved tack. I thought rather than get the name, and start from there, I would analyse the ‘feel’ of my posts, and try and figure out the theme I was working with.
So many blogs out there are professional in whatever field, blogging their lives and careers, and whatever other passions they have woven into their existence. My own sister has done this in creating a blog that is a testament to her creativity, as well as catching her quotidian goings on. The damned enviable creativity that, as a younger child, I had always felt had depleted the family gene pool upon my arrival, so that my genome was left scrapping the bottom of the barrel.
‘Nope, no more artistic flair or crafty creativity here, but we do have asthma, short-sightedness, lazy eye and some more ailments lying around.....’
There may still be some unresolved issues here.
Anyway, i knew that once I understood the ethereal creature that was waiting out there to materialise into my blog, it would be all the easier to name the beast. Unfortunately, this too was more troublesome than I had hoped.
There was no pattern; there was no common ground from which to draw my blogs foundations. One day I was commenting on the news, the next on office life. Follow this up with a rant on religion, a discussion on philosophy or an analysis of some scientific principle and you have the making of a hodgepodge of a blog, with no clear purpose.

The task of finding a blog name began to consume me. I started with a list containing scads of potential names, drawn from any number of sources. There were Zeppelin lyrics, Beatles song names, a smattering of obscure words pilfered from language blogs, as well as a few mangled idioms with my name frankensteined unsuccessfully into them (does anyone regret me not calling this blog The Long And Mort Of It? No. I didn’t think so).
In the end, the name I chose wasn’t even on the list. It came from that most erudite of sources, the venerable Christopher Hitchens. Well lets not make it sound any better than it is; it came from an article he wrote, in which he was lambasting Rupert Murdoch.
He called him a ‘ruthless Antipodean’, which had such a nice ring to it I had to open the trusty dictionary to see what it meant.


Noun
antipo
dean (plural antipodeans)
    1. An inhabitant of the antipodes.
Right getting there; but what are the antipodes?


Noun
antipodes
 (plurale tantum)
    1. Any two places or regions that are on diametrically opposite sides of the earth
    2. The southern hemisphere
    3. Used in UK to refer to Australia and New Zealand - (once common, now less so)
Nice. I was pretty happy with this word, though it has at its heart the views of an inhabitant of the Northern Hemisphere, i am endeared to its old school composure, and hell; the language i am speaking is inherently northern hemispherical, so i might as well enjoy it.
In fact the antipodal point is something rooted in mathematics, with it describing the opposing point on a sphere, so at least i can try and claim some link to myself, in my love of mathematics.
Something else which i liked about this name in the end, was that even if you didn’t really know what it meant, it didn’t matter. If you couldn’t be bothered looking up the word, you still knew that my blog was written as thoughts from somewhere, regardless of the origins.
So after months and months of searching for an appropriate name for my blog, I hesitantly settled on the above; Thoughts From the Antipodes. I am not completely happy with it, but I was beginning to see more potential blog posts pass me by while I sat pondering the perfect name, and it dawned on me that I should be focusing on the guts of the blog, not merely its face.
So here I go.
With any luck I might just actually keep this blog going longer than any of my past ones (the record so far is a mere month, so the bar is set low; just like I like it), and hopefully a will get a general feel for it along the way.

Well there it is. A short introduction to this blogging attempt, with an explanation of the final name chosen. No doubt as the days go by i will be trying to intersperse my blog entries with some (hopefully still topical) throwbacks, so dear reader, i hope you enjoy this online manifestation of the goings on in my mind. With any luck it will be more rational and entertaining that it sometimes seems from my end.
MM

11 September 2011

Just getting the tools together now.

The blog name is all but sorted now, partly through necessity. So now i am just gathering all the tools i think i will need in order to keep this blog on the go. I'm linking DropBox accounts, looking into Evernote, buying nice and cheek iPad apps to help keep me on the go.
Now all I have to do is start having some worthwhile thoughts to express to the world.
With that final thought, here is some monkey news.


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07 September 2011