Think the Anglican Church Has Changed? Think Again – Archbishop ‘Dr Phil’ Aspinall and His Craven Lying Pedophile Protecting Crew Caught Out Trying to Con Victims of Institutional Child Sexual Abuse Into Helping Save the Kiddy Fidder Ringleader Who Destroyed Their Hopes and Dreams – and Put Twelve Good Little Boys Into Early Graves – From His Rightful Spot on the Bottom Bunk of a Prison Cell in the Rock Spider’s Unit

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I’ve just read the Royal Commission’s report on Criminal Justice and suddenly I realise why you are investigating Gilbert Case and want me – and almost certainly others – to give evidence that will support your now so bloody obviously pre-planned scheme to kick Case out of the Church. I’m an idiot for not having seen it before, but in my defence you had a draft of the Royal Commission report well before I ever saw a copy so you did have an unfair advantage and quite a considerable head start.

You already know the next bit, but I’m repeating it for the benefit of others who will read this missive on my website as I absolutely intend to publish it and will be doing so as soon as I click the send button on this email.
The Child Abuse Royal Commission – quite rightly – recommends the introduction of a criminal offence that renders people in positions of authority within institutions culpable for failing to protect a child or children from being abused in the institution in circumstances where the person in authority knew, or on a reasonable assessment of the facts should have known, that the child was at risk of being abused.
And the Commission forcefully recommends that the laws be made retrospective, which creates whole lot of problems for a whole lot of people who have hitherto hidden behind the fiction that community standards were such in the 1980’s (and before and beyond) that average Australians didn’t expect school teachers and principals or church officials to take action to prevent children from being raped and abused.
To use my own experience as an example, what this proposed new law means is it if it can be demonstrated that on the balance of probabilities that Gilbert Case, the St Paul’s School Headmaster during the period of my abuse, knew that I was being abused or at risk of being abused – and you and I both know full f*cking well that he did, because prior to Case Study 34 I told you certain things about what happened to me that have subsequently proven to be deadly accurate and spot right on  – then he can be charged with, prosecuted for, and found guilty of criminal offences and in the event of the latter would almost certainly will be sentenced to period of imprisonment as the price of having committed such heinous crimes.
BUT – and this is why you are personally such a f*cking low-life dog, and know it too – IF CASE IS NO LONGER ASSOCIATED WITH THE CHURCH AT THE TIME HE IS INVESTIGATED IN RELATION TO THE CRIMES, THEN HE CANNOT UNDER THE PROPOSED NEW LAW BE PROSECUTED.

And that’s the reason – the only reason, you know it and now I do too – that after five months of inaction following the release of the Case Study 34 findings you all of a sudden have become eager to investigate Gilbert Case, and it is why I know that you have jacked up an agreement with the evil pedophile who admits to being Kevin Lynch’s second best friend which will result in his excommunication from the church and the severing of all ties.
You want to protect him.
After all these years and all these tears and twelve boys lying dead in the cold ground whose names are etched by hand on plaques attached to inner wall of The Beginning of Peace, you still want to protect the abuser who sentenced them to a youth filled with misery and death half a century before their time.
You don’t want Case to be charged.
You bastard, you goddamn duplicitous scumbag piece of sh*t slime.
It’s not about us, the victims: it’s about protecting Case the perpetrator and it always f*cking has been.
Case can’t just resign from the Anglican church and plead to court his resignation letter as a defence to charges of the newly created offence of having prior knowledge and failing to act. No-one would believe him.
The church has to sack him.
And it has to sack him in a seemingly transparent and legally bullet proof way, for example by conducting a thorough ‘independent’ investigation run by a presumed outsider who produces a report recommending the sacking based on the accounts provided by induced yet unsuspecting witnesses like me who have spoken out in the belief that the Anglican Church is actually fair dinkum and wants things to change.
The church of course will then follow due process and refer the findings based on the irrefutably accurate account of Case’s crimes given by victims just like me to a duly constituted board of inquiry, and it will do so before the new laws are enacted.
The board of course will determine that Case is a bastard, and expressing mock horror will kick him out of the church, and by doing so will ensure that he is immune now and forever more from prosecution for his role in pimping little kids like me to his pervert mates, and although he won’t be able to officially attend church and take the transmogrified wafer cum body of Christ on his tongue or sip the Good Lord’s miraculously transformed blood, there is nothing more certain in this world than that when he dies the Church will repent and agree to bury him with full Anglican rites.
It’s always been about the abusers hasn’t it?
They know too much and if backed into a corner just might spill their guts. And if that were to happen then folk like the Archbishop and the former Governor-General and the General Manager in charge of the cover-up Bernie Yorke – the man who was once arch-pedophile Clarence Osborne’s boss – would instantly find themselves in a world of pain and with nothing to look forward to in life other than the joy of peering out a tiny barred window at a little tent of blue that prisoners traditionally call the sky.
You can’t have that can you Greg?
So to prevent it you knowingly and deliberately make false representations to battered and bruised and desperate for justice victims just like me, and in our naivety – and in reliance upon the lies you have told us – we unwittingly fall into your fetid trap and become unknowing partners with you in the churches great protect the sick pedophiles and their even sicker protectors game, and the bloke directly responsible for causing us all that pain, the bloke who could have stopped it in a heartbeat, why he just walks away grinning.
Over my f*cking dead body he will.
There was a reason that the Jewish nation through the Simon Wiesenthal Centre, pursued Nazi war criminals unto the grave and continue to pursue them still; and it’s the exact same reason that they practice a doctrine of disproportionate force.
The Israeli’s want the violence and the horror and the wave of seemingly never ending attacks to end, now and for all time. And they know that the only way to make that happen is to make the perpetrators pay the price for their crimes, so that they can be paraded before the world as an example of unrepentant sinners being punished, and a demonstration of the price that evil doers must pay for the horror that they have wrought upon innocents in pursuit of their crimes. If the criminals just so happen to be 95 years of age when the Israeli’s finally catch up with them it is of no consequence, for millions of Jewish may well have lived to that grand old age too if only the old man sitting in the dock weeping hadn’t so cruelly denied them the opportunity to do so when they flicked the switch on a mass gas oven and burnt them to oblivion so far in advance of their God-allotted time.
A desire for vengeance certainly forms part of the motivation inspiring the Israeli approach to such matters, but it is not their main game. They just want to make sure that the horrors of the Holocaust are never revisited and they will pay whatever price is necessary to prevent such evil ever happening again.
Child sexual abuse victims like me feel much the same way. It’s not about the compensation money Mr Milles – I gave all of mine away to people who needed it more in the space of a month – it’s about prevention, and protecting our own kids from having their lives ruined by sick, selfish f*cks who after they’ve groomed and abused us until they become bored or we grow pubic hair forget our very names.
We want the rapes and violence and manipulation and abuse to once once and for all and forever, and to be able to say that no-one will ever suffer such indignities to their bodies and such distortion of their minds ever again, from this moment forth until eternity.
You and the hierarchy of your church who feed you orders just want to protect the pedophiles and stamp a jackboot down on the victims, and have no interest at all in anything other than your, their and the church’s survival and prosperity. F*ck the victims is the underlying strategic philosophy, and the only real message we hear, – not because we’re stupid, but because it’s the only one you are sending – is that we don’t matter to the institutions who profess to represent God on earth any more than an ant underfoot matters to an elephant crashing through a jungle just because they are big enough to do so, and because they can.
Six months passed between the tabling of the Royal Commission’s findings about Gilbert Case’s crimes and the sudden decision of the church to institute action against him. Why Greg? Why? It had nothing to do with the new criminal offences proposed by the Royal Commission did it, or the get out of jail free card slipped into their proposal that can be played by institutions and evil actors as long as they act quick? Nah of course it didn’t, the proximate timing is just all mere coincidence, and pink pigs backwards f*cking fly.
Again using my own case as an example, I told you all about what Case and his minion Father Thomas Treherne had done to me after I told that priest about the evil crimes that had been perpetrated by members of the institution and how it had affected me. I told you that just weeks after I had told my story to the school chaplain the cover-up and the persecution began. I told you how I was threatened, and how my parents were too. I told you how Case and Treherne colluded and conspired and threatened to withdraw my poor boy’s gateway to a good education academic scholarship if I breathed another word about my abuse to a single soul, and how I was stripped of the captaincy of sporting teams, and sentenced to a series of never-ending detentions, and how even though I had been in the top 1% of students since I started at the school I was never awarded an academic prize again.
I showed you the proof of my claims too, there in black and white in original documents from 1983.
All of this I told and showed you before a single word had passed about St Paul’s in the Royal Commission, and in advance of all the evidence and witness testimony that I could not possibly have known about but which absolutely corroborated my story was led.
You did nothing, other than deny my dying mother the comfort of finally knowing the truth before she left this earth, using every excuse under the sun to avoid admitting that every thing I ever told you had actually happened, and by doing so exacerbating both her and my pain. In the end you only ‘fessed up to the facts of my abuse and its denial because in desperation and driven by the despair of watching my mother die before my very eyes, and being unable to account for all the lost years between us that were caused by the secret of my sexual abuse and the ever-growing tumor of my anguish and pain, I sent you brutally candid photographs of me holding Mum’s hand as she lay on her deathbed on the final night of her life on this earth.
You f*cking bastard, you duplicitous lying prick, I’m 48 years old and I’m crying so hard as I write this that I can rarely f*cking see. I was just a kid Milles, a good kid, a kid who was involved in every community service group at school going, a kid who just wanted to walk in Jesus’s footsteps and help the f*cking world, and Gilbert Case let these perverted, callous criminals try to kill me and put under the same ground that a dozen equally innocent kids now so coldly lie. And all you want to do is continue to protect the c*nt, even after all victims like me have been through, and all that the Royal Commission heard. The devil’s not Satan mate – it’s you. You and every other person in the church you claim as yours that have colluded in this disgraceful charade solely intended to save Gilbert Case from dying inside a much deserved cell. A pox on each and every one of your houses, and begorrah and begone to you all.
On the morning of my Mum’s death the church finally sent my Mum a letter acknowledging what it had done. Accepting and admitting that the crimes against me that I’d spoken out about at such great personal cost to me, my family, and that of my abusers had indeed happened, and that my story was undeniably true. Of course it f*cking it was – I was there when it happened, and who on God’s earth would go through what I did if what they said had happened was not true?
My Mum died just hours after we received your letter. Brought up to be polite, and so tired of cancer and decay and despair and seemingly never-ending conflict I wrote a nice letter to you and said Mum had received great comfort from the church’s belated admissions, but I lied. She was already in a coma long before your last-minute letter arrived and it was far too late for her to be read or to comprehend anything because she was already spinning up to the heaven’s and the only thing that the last vestiges of her earthly form had any strength to do was grasp tightly to my dying inside but not showing it father’s hand.
Your indifference was just unforgivable, but guided by the counsel and advice of some good men who still kept the faith and cared about my future welfare I somehow found it in myself to forgive, and I stretched my hand out in forgiveness to the sinners who had helped cause me so much pain.
And then a prick like you and the craven pack of c*nts who devised this sick save Gilbert Case strategy and sold it to victims like me as if we were fools grabbed my hand of peace and sunk it into your teeth and showed us all what and who you truly are, and what we saw was not good like the earth and the Garden in Eden, it was ugly and looked just like the deepest bowels of hell, and that’s what it is too and take a good. close look at it too Christian because that’s where you are headed.
Your deliberate attempt to coerce child sex abuse victims into cooperating with a crooked inquiry designed to set the conductor of our abuse free is a f*cking dog act of the lowest kind imaginable, and you are a f*cking dog and ‘your’ church is a flea-infested rabies-ridden kennel.
Fuck you.
After all your experiences in dealing with me did you really imagine that even by cruelly exploiting my grief and making my head spin you might somehow be able to get the better of me Milles? Were you actually deluded enough to believe yourself to be that fucking clever? Well here’s the bad news Wavell Heights boy, you aren’t even half way as smart as you imagine yourself to be, and a whole lot dumber to boot.
And if you think that you are going to get away with your evil attempted manipulation of vulnerable victims and your venal deception then you are even more stupid again and clearly haven’t read or understood that bible that you wave around in air for all the world to see.
Deuteronomy 32-25 dickhead. I suggest you read it.
You can stick your Gilbert Case investigation fair up your f*cking arse. That c*nt’s an inner player in the church and everybody knows it, and there is a price for his sins that the naked pictures of smooth skinned boys lover has to and is going to pay, and no amount of scheming or lies or disgracefully manipulative deception on your part is going to allow him to avoid it. The only chance he has of freedom is death, but what’s waiting for him when he gets there is something that no freshly departed pedophile ever wants to see, and f*ck it’s hot.
You’re a slime bag cunt Greg Milles and an absolute and utter lowlife piece if shit and if my repeated profanity offends you that’s just dandy because it was totally intended to.
Go to hell sh*thead
You never know, one day you just might find an express train to speed you there.
Archie Butterfly