I have to admit that I was born into a practicing Catholic family. I
went to a Catholic Primary School, and then at 11years of age, I was
sent to a Catholic Boarding School, here in the UK, where I stayed
until I was 16 years old.
Looking back, it was the most miserable time of my life. Not only
were we treated like novice Trappist monks, we were badly fed,
physically, sexually and mentally abused. I do not use these terms
lightly. I was beaten frequently , smacked around the face five or
six times, by some ***** of a Brother Antony, who, if I had the
pleasure of meeting now, I would knee him in the groin whilst saying
to him "Store these little pains up, whilst you think of the agonies
of Jesus on the cross". That was the sort of crap they forced fed us.
They terrorised us at bed time, by asking us "Are your souls in a
state of grace, in case you die in the night". What a thing to ask a
little boy of ten or eleven. I remember some boys in my dormitory
crying with terror, and trying to stay awake in case they might die in
the night.
I pass over the sexual abuse, for obvious reasons. This is something
I have never been able to speak off to anyone, except here on the
anonymity of Usenet.
From age 10 until 13 we were regularly and frequently beaten.
Thinking back on it, I think because this is one way for the priests
and brothers to get their "rocks" off.
At age 18, having left school, and joined the Military I never went
into a Catholic Church again. I spit onf Catholism, and to quote the
French Philosopher Denis Diderot, "I look forward to the day when the
last member of the Royal Family is strangled with the entrails of the
last priest". Roll on that day.
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Peter James
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I have to admit that I was born into a practicing Catholic family. I
went to a Catholic Primary School, and then at 11years of age, I

sent to a Catholic Boarding School, here in the UK, where I stayed
until I was 16 years old.
Looking back, it was the most miserable time of my life. Not only
were we treated like novice Trappist monks, we were badly fed,
physically, sexually and mentally abused. I do not use these terms
lightly. I was beaten frequently , smacked around the face five or
six times, by some ***** of a Brother Antony, who, if I had the
pleasure of meeting now, I would knee him in the groin whilst saying
to him "Store these little pains up, whilst you think of the agonies
of Jesus on the cross". That was the sort of crap they forced fed

They terrorised us at bed time, by asking us "Are your souls in a
state of grace, in case you die in the night". What a thing to ask a
little boy of ten or eleven. I remember some boys in my dormitory
crying with terror, and trying to stay awake in case they might die

the night.
I pass over the sexual abuse, for obvious reasons. This is something
I have never been able to speak off to anyone, except here on the
anonymity of Usenet.
From age 10 until 13 we were regularly and frequently beaten.
Thinking back on it, I think because this is one way for the priests
and brothers to get their "rocks" off.
At age 18, having left school, and joined the Military I never went
into a Catholic Church again. I spit onf Catholism, and to quote the
French Philosopher Denis Diderot, "I look forward to the day when the
last member of the Royal Family is strangled with the entrails of the
last priest". Roll on that day.

I have to admit that I was born into a practicing Catholic family. I
went to a Catholic Primary School, and then at 11years of age, I was
sent to a Catholic Boarding School, here in the UK, where I stayed
until I was 16 years old.
Looking back, it was the most miserable time of my life. Not only
were we treated like novice Trappist monks, we were badly fed,
physically, sexually and mentally abused. I do not use these terms
lightly. I was beaten frequently , smacked around the face five or
six times, by some ***** of a Brother Antony, who, if I had the
pleasure of meeting now, I would knee him in the groin whilst saying
to him "Store these little pains up, whilst you think of the agonies
of Jesus on the cross". That was the sort of crap they forced fed us.
They terrorised us at bed time, by asking us "Are your souls in a
state of grace, in case you die in the night". What a thing to ask a
little boy of ten or eleven. I remember some boys in my dormitory
crying with terror, and trying to stay awake in case they might die in
the night.
I pass over the sexual abuse, for obvious reasons. This is something
I have never been able to speak off to anyone, except here on the
anonymity of Usenet.
From age 10 until 13 we were regularly and frequently beaten.
Thinking back on it, I think because this is one way for the priests
and brothers to get their "rocks" off.
At age 18, having left school, and joined the Military I never went
into a Catholic Church again. I spit onf Catholism, and to quote the
French Philosopher Denis Diderot, "I look forward to the day when the
last member of the Royal Family is strangled with the entrails of the
last priest". Roll on that day.
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Peter James
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