Holy shite, the tawdry old geebag Iris Robinson, 60, has not only been workin’ that growler with her 19-year-old toy-boy (whom, she knew since he was NINE), she was ALSO getting her giblets stirred by the lad’s feckin’ Da. (never thought I’d need a list of Irish Slang)
Word is that this sleazy scandal just might bring down the government. But, not to worry … she’s really, really, really sorry. (Seriously, I’ll give her some credit for accepting personal blame, but — dayemn! When the hell did she have time to do her job?
“Everyone is paying a heavy price for my actions. Psychiatrists may suggest that my mental illness was a significant factor explaining my irrational behaviour – I do not, in any way, question or doubt their judgement — but in order to master my life I do not want to dilute the blame or resist taking full responsibility for my actions. I am completely ashamed and deeply embarrassed.
“While, as might be expected, I am struggling at present with my illness and receiving treatment I am determined to regain my health and strength and work to repair the damage I have caused to my marriage and family.
She’s been going through this for a long time. I thought their Jesus, through this very ‘personal relationship’, transforms them, makes them whole … He’s supposed to heal all wounds; everything is made new, according to the book.
“I grieve that I have damaged my profession in Christ but I am comforted that He was able to forgive even me.”
POOF! Just like that. The “forgiveness of Jesus” — the perfect excuse for Fundamentalist Christians to run amok, mowing down lives that happened to be in their way, all while disparaging other people who are living good lives. Pay-offs, bribes, extortion, lies, forgery, adultery and worse — John Ensign, Mark Sanford — POOF! Forgiven by their lil’ imaginary personal friend.
One thing for sure that Iris Robinson does not have to worry about is “damaging” the reputation of Christianity.