Once again, let me say, men and women in their animal natures are just like other animals. They hunger, they thirst, they are hot, they are cold, they are sick, they are well, they love, they hate, they fight, they yearn for mates, and having found mates, they mate. Allowed liberty, this natural tendency leads to wedlock, and legitimate children. The husband and wife make the Home: the Home is the Gibraltar of organized civilization; and the children are Posterity, in its beginning. Thus marriage, the home, and the children are the conservators of Society.
If a so-called "religion" forces 71,000 American marriageable men and women into hiding places, where they have physical contact with one another but cannot marry, what happens?
You know what happens. Your common sense tells you what happens. Your own natural passions tell you what happens.
Those marriageable men and women—many of them young, handsome, buxom,—are shut off from all the world, by thick walls, barred windows, locked doors. The young buxom men can get to the young buxom women. Either in the day-time or in the night, this physical access can be had, in secret.
The men have been taught that they are gifted with supernatural powers; and that they can forgive each other's sins. The women have been taught that these men cannot sin, and that in serving these men they will be serving God. Besides, if they do sin with the priests, the priests can forgive the sins. This being so, what happens, when the lustful young priest slips into the cloistered convent, goes to the nun's bed-room and solicits her to yield to him, as Mary yielded to the angel?
(See "Why Priests Should Wed." Page 103.)
The cloistered convent is built like a huge dungeon. The encircling walls about it, are thick and high. No one enters in unto the unmarried women excepting the bachelor priests.
The Law does not enter!
The Italian Pope draws his line around the dungeons of darkness and mystery, and the civil authorities dare not go in.
Everybody knows that young women are caged in those hell-holes. Everybody knows that burly, beefy, red-faced, thick-lipped young priests glide in and out.