The “Nuns on the Bus” are perfect propaganda tools for purveyors of nanny state socialism and moral relativism. They’re explioting a traditonal wholesome nun archetype which doesn’t even come close to applying to them. We’re supposed to conjure images of ”The Bells of St Marys” or “The Sound of Music”. They’re calculating that some sheeple will presume forced collectivism must be moral if nuns are on board. Well, can anyone see Maria Von Trapp leading smelly marxist lowlifes in protest at Zuchotti Park. Nun on the bus Sister Diane Donoghue, is your basic pro-choice/pro-contraceptive Margaret Sanger-type progressive who protested Vietnam and did her graduate work at Berkeley. Sr Diane wasn’t just involved with Occupy Los Angeles. She was prominent in its offshoot (Occupy Los Angeles Sanctuary) and the offshoot of its offshoot (Occupy the Light). That’s 3 levels of occupy, bitches. Occupy to the 3rd power. What comes after occupying the light, Sister? Are you planning an occupy protest for Heaven because communist mass killer Che Guevarra is in hell? The tour is being led by Sister Simone Campbell , who is the executive director of lobbying group (“Network” ) that shills for all manner of degenerate leftist causes. Its claims that the Vatican supports Occuppy and has staffers posting about their fun times at occupy protests on it’s official website.
And, I’m sorry, but I’m going to say something here that might make some people uncomfortable. Everyone is pretending not to notice that half of these women are so butch that they could pass for men. Remember the old SNL character “Pat”? Or just imagine Rachel Maddow with silver hair. I don’t see why anyone should feel compelled to continue suspending disbelief about these women supposedly being celibate virginal “brides of Christ”. Some of the gals on that smelly bus have probably chewed more carpet than Rin-Tin-Tin. This is akin to the “fab five” from Bravo’s “Queer Eye For the Straight Guy” rolling into town posing as 1950s priests. The book “Lesbian Nuns: Breaking Silence” (written by two lesbian former nuns) paints a picture of modern convents as meat markets for socially awkward gay women. Many adopt the convenient view that their vow of celibacy only applies to sex with males. Inside the nun world they refer to a significant other as a “pf”, which stands for “particular friend”. After browsing the bus nuns’ social networking, I notice one looks to be as openly queer as Barney Frank in a lavender moo-moo. I’ve decided not to name this pathetic person or post pictures. I will give a hint, though. She drops the “Sister” in front of her name when she shills for: