Opinion: Still Protecting Cardinal George Pell from the Mob
By Andrew Bolt
March 2, 2016
SINCE I was a boy I have had a fear of surrendering to a mob as I finally did yesterday.
How could I have forgotten myself more than 40 years after writing my first published work about not standing up to a pack attack? Here are the last lines of that mawkish poem I wrote when I was 13 But fear sealed my mouth, Held me back. And soon I was yelling with the rest.
Yet yesterday, surrendering to fear, I did yell with the rest the rest of that pitiless pack called journalists.
My god, it was sweet. For once I trended on Twitter with praise, not venom. For once I was on a TV panel show where everyone else agreed with me.
For one giddy day I felt the joy of being a David Marr or Robert Manne, praised for the fury of my sanctimonious denunciation of a man I had reduced to crudest caricature.
Former NSW Premier Kristina Keneally even tweeted in rare admiration that I had been more savage on Cardinal George Pell than she.
Here is what happened.
On Monday night, Pell appeared in a hotel room in Rome to again give evidence to the royal commission into child abuse in institutions.
Within minutes, the number three in the Vatican, put his big foot in his mouth.