This, of course, Changes Everything

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And the Rush Limbaugh Egodystonic Award goes to Mark Foley

From the The Palm Beach Post:

A Catholic priest is being named by former U.S. Rep. Mark Foley as the man who allegedly molested him when he was a teenager in Lake Worth. Gerald Richman, an attorney for Foley, said Tuesday that the name of the priest will be given to church officials at the Archdiocese of Miami as early as today. Asked whether Foley could prove the priest molested him about 30 years ago, Richman said, "I can't comment on whether he has proof but I can tell you that I think it is going to be very clear in the coming days that it is a fact as opposed to any possible allegations that it is a fantasy or something made up for political purposes." Asked about the priest's whereabouts, Richman said, "I can't comment on whether the person is a member of the archdiocese or his present status. I can only tell you that the person is still alive." Another former priest, Willie Romero, told The Palm Beach Post he knows who molested Foley because that priest confessed to Romero.

Yes, of course, the devil made him do it.

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