USA sided with pedophile priests, and soon after, the nation fell,
(Read this series online as I write it by clicking chapters in the column to the right. I add more to the chapters several times a week.)
Prologue
A fantasy helps me write this difficult story: While I lay dead* at age six 1955 in a dump west of Chicago, an alien entity journalist entered me and I popped back to life; so that I'd be there in 2007, the only reporter in the courtroom, covering the 660 lawsuits going through LA Superior Court because of more than a thousand pedophile priests in Los Angeles.
A big part of the clergy abuse crisis in the Catholic Church is how the world lost the contributions of thousands of people like me. I mean, my press releases were read into the Congressional Record when I worked at NASA. Now I'm a broke blogger. Many of us had so much to offer to the world, but weird behavior from being sexually assaulted by a priest at an early age prevented us from succeeding, not all of the hundred thousand pedopriest victims, but a lot of us. After interviewing hundreds of victims for City of Angels Blog, I know it's true for many of us. I think about all the jobs I had and lost because of weird sexual behavior, planted in me by the fingers of a pervert priest.
I got hired for so many jobs that should have led to success. But I always screwed it up by screwing the wrong person, or rather persons. The brain part is the worst because I'm really smart and never really got to use that brain, as a scientist or professor or... anything. The behavior caused by sexual molestation at age 5-6 screwed me up before I even got started.
“Father Horne he’s so handsome,” as my mom used to coo. From what I remember, she was screwing him too.
* The Dump
At one point in my life when I was about five, my own father tried to kill me but I came back to life [see rerun below]. Considering the time and circumstance, it's likely my dad felt he had to get rid of me to make me stop babbling about Father Horne and showing people what the priest had done to me with his fingers.
Over the next decades, several times in my life my sexual behavior got me very close to dead, but something always rescued me.
When I found myself in 2007 the only journalist covering the 660 lawsuits against the LA Archdiocese re its pedophile priests, I began to wonder, did I really die that day in the dump outside Bartlett Illinois?
Sometimes I even wonder if I'm still Kathryn anymore since that day.
Perhaps some alien journalist entity did enter me before I popped back to life, knowing that at some point I was going to be the only journalist in the courtroom covering the crimes of hundreds of pedophile priests.
Pervert priest crimes were at the bottom of all my outrageous behavior all my life, and that of about a hundred thousand other persons on Earth at the time, and the "eternal journalist" inside me knew that someday I'd blog about it.
And I did here:
then CofA Blog 2008
and CofA Blog 2009
and CofA Blog 2011
This post from three years ago germinated in my head until it bubbled over into the book I am writing now:
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
You can blame the Vatican handling of pedophile priests for everything going wrong in the world.
I believe that if the Catholic Bishops had responded to their pedophile priest crisis with justice, humility, and penance, it would have set an example for the rest of the world, and we would have entered a global period of balance and decency. INSTEAD from the Vatican on down, Church hierarchy led a movement to denigrate the victims, now adults, coming forward to report the crimes. American Bishops went to Great Lengths to protect corporate assets and screw the plaintiffs. The Catholic Church set an example for the world. Now several nations are electing fascist autocrats and destroying individual freedom, including USA. If Only the Vatican had responded about 20 years ago with a conscience. I think that was humanity's last chance. Blown.
Now in 2024 at age 76 when I don't write about that subject much anymore, I feel so COMPELLED sometimes to blog and post comments and point out evil and corruption and crimes against innocent persons anywhere under any circumstance.
I have created this fantasy to help me find the strength to write this story:
I'm an eternal journalist, I travel the universe to different planets where I enter and live and work as a communicator in whatever medium they use on that plane. Along with other eternal journalists who I encounter along the way, we work to rid that world of whatever atrocity against life is taking place there.
And I'm still here on Earth after 76 years and I still have more to report.
* Re: My father, or someone who looked like him, really did try to kill me at age five or six. Here is a rerun of how I wrote about in in 2010 at CofA Blog:
RERUN
My daughter was describing in tears to me this morning Shaniya Davis' body "was just dumped by the highway" when they found it in North Carolina.
"Dumped," I said, and kind of drifted.
"Dumped."
They do kill children after they've sexualized them, often. Especially when there is film of the crimes, as there was in my case. I know someone tried to kill me right around the time I was babbling to everyone what Father Horne did to me.
I remember it plainly, it comes up often.
I was riding in the back of a dump truck, preschool age or maybe six. We got to the dump outside Bartlett, Illinois. In the the payload area of the dump truck was little girl me riding happy as can be. After the driver stops the truck, he starts the dump mechanism, and the payload starts to angle up. I'm falling out.
I get to the top, hang on, screaming, "Hey, I'm in here, stop the dump, stop dumping the truck."
I can see through the back window into the cabin of the truck. The man driving stares straight forward stiff, unmoving, acting as if he does not hear me calling out, but he has to.
"Hey, I'm in here! Stop dumping the truck, stop dumping the truck!"
The driver just looks straight ahead but there's a reaction, like he makes his body stiff so he cannot turn his neck. As I go into the memory and elaborate on it, imaginary or not, he turns his head just enough for me to see it's my own father's face, but I refuse to let that image continue.
I landed DUMP on the ground, at the dump, outside Bartlett, Illinois, circa 1954.
Everyone thought I was dead.
The way I know more about this incident than most from pre-age six is my Aunt Irene a few weeks, months, years (?) later told me about it.
The Ebeling family is gathered at dinner for some special occasion around a dining room table, aunts uncles cousins along with dad mom and sisters.
Aunt Irene, still a little Irish brogue, says in her high piercing voice, "And what about the time little Kathy died and came back to life."
The room got quiet. Silent. Tension.
She said to me, "Do you remember that? The time you came back to life?"
I say, huh? I don't remember, I don't know.
She said, "You mean you don't remember? You were riding in the back of the dump truck, he gets to the dump yard, forgets you're back there, and what a miracle. You don't remember? You were dumped out on the ground, and you landed so hard, afterwards you just lay there not moving. Everybody thought you were dead. People were coming from all around the dump, everybody thought you were dead. Then Up with a start like you'd been struck by the Holy Jesus himself, you popped up onto your feet and started running around like a chicken with its head chopped off.
Laughter releases the tension around the table, and we all finish dinner.
This morning my daughter Lizzie was forlorn saying, "The way that poor little Shaniya was just dumped."
And I was right back at the Bartlett Illinois Dump in 1954.
That's PTSD.
Jay says I should put this story at the top of page one, I moved it here instead:
Thursday, October 17, 2024
Right Wingers Side with Pedophile Priests
Opus Dei spent 70 years converting right wing leaders to extreme Catholicism in Washington D.C., a lie so faithless that- just like Republicans now have to support Donald Trump, Catholics now have to support pedophile priests.
While Opus Dei in D.C. told its target Republican parishioners that priests molesting children was not that big a deal, Donald Trump rose to power.
By Kay Ebeling
New Research for book in progress: There IS a connection between people who defend pedophile priests and right wing politics. it's not my imagination. It's Opus Dei, which for 70 years has actively groomed politicians in D.C. with its own OD church and massive amounts of Vatican, and now billionaire, cash. It's the theme of the book I'm writing online which is linked below. Linked also here is article in New York Magazine from September 2024 that got me going this AM, hopefully I won’t run out of steam before I finish writing about this…
Whenever I get harassed about my blog exposing pedopriest crimes*, the person harassing me is also a Trump supporter. And if I make the mistake of showing a new friend my blog about pedophile priests, I get bullied so badly I've had to move three times. change cities. I hope to write about this more, but my conclusion can only be:
Thanks to Opus Dei, American rightwingers side with pedophile priests.
First Opus Dei converted: Robert Bork, columnist Robert Novak, Kansas senator Sam Brownback, Larry Kudlow, Newt Gingrich, Laura Ingraham, Pat Cipollone
Now even "J.D. Vance, is a convert to conservative Catholicism by way of Opus Dei–" after Father McCloskey moved to Palo Alto in 2005 to continue the Opus Dei mission to recruit rightwinger influencers in the tech part of USA (see last part of this post).
Yes, J.D. Vance too. (Continued https://cityofangels25.blogspot.com/2024/10/right-wingers-side-with-pedophile.html
Weblogged Book by Kay Ebeling, Prologue
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