The Dollop with Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds - 363 - The Convent in Charlestown (Live)

Episode Date: February 5, 2019

Comedians Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds examine the convent in Charlestown.  Recorded Live at The Wilbur in Boston. SOURCES TOUR DATES REDBUBBLE MERCH

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Woo! Yeah! Yeah. I'm the only guy who has ever come out on stage eating a banana to ACDC. Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's right. Since Monkeyman Davies that guy is unbelievable. He is amazing. RIP. The comedy world miss him. What's up Boston? How's everybody doing? No, no, no. You're listening. Tell me what I want to do with that first. Yeah. You're listening to the dollop. No, no, no. Oh, no. No. What? Why? You know, Dave, no, shut up. Dave, sometimes I think they're making a joke of it. Yeah. I've been so clear. I don't know where that started. This is an American History

podcast. Each week I, Dave Anthony, read a story from American history to my friend. Gareth Reynolds who has no idea what the topic is going to be about. Gareth, I was pretty clear. It's Welsh. 1727. Real fired up for that year, huh? 12 Ursulin nuns. Oh, weird already. So weird. Ursulin nuns? Little mermaid villainesses, you mean? Was she an Ursulin nun? She was an Ursula. Was she? Yeah, her name was Ursula. No, she wasn't a nun. I never watched it. What? I never saw it. Oh my God, you're missing out, boy. You've never discovered what life is like under the sea? Never. Oh, okay. Well, there we go. Apologize. 12 Ursulin nuns from France landed in New

Orleans. What does an Ursula nun mean? Okay, we'll get there. Hold on. Thank you. They were the first Roman Catholic nuns in what would become the U.S. They were sent under the order of the Pope and Louis the 15th of France. Ursula nuns were established in 1535 to service the poor and needy. Okay. And after a few years, the organization became dedicated to the education of girls within monasteries. Okay. So by the 18th century, there were between 15 and 20,000 Ursulin nuns worldwide. All right. They're fucking banging. They're killing it. I don't think they're banging. They're not banging. They're not banging. They're not banging. Well, I mean, you never know.

I think you do. It's a false hunt, I'd say, if you're just like, so where are you going now? Back to the monastery. Cool. Mind if I come up? No. Okay. I'm looking at mixed signals, like you seem into me, but then you're also totally a nun. That's a super mixed signal. Yeah. How does nuns lead me? I don't know what her deal is. I think there's another guy. The nuns who arrived in New Orleans set up a convent and school, which are still there today. Okay. It's the oldest girl's school in the US. So in the 1800s, Ursulin convents began to be set up in other cities in the United States franchises. Yeah. Franchises. You pay like 20 grand. You get to set up a common set it up. You just got to follow the rules of the

organization. Yeah. I've seen undercover boss. A convent was set up in the rectory of the Boston Cathedral. Come on, dude, you did it. You did it. No, you did it. No, you did it. No, I didn't. What did I do? I did it. Come on, man. Come on. No. Come on. In the rectory of the Boston Cathedral. Stop it. What? Dude, it's just changed the word. God damn it. It's funny. Of the Boston Cathedral along with a girl's school for the poor. Okay. Imagine worrying about them. This is before tense. That sort of worked itself out. Obviously. But there's a lot of tuberculosis in the early years of the school. And a lot of students died. Okay. And then the mother superior died. And then a few and then a few nuns died. So school's not doing great. I got no

complaint. Sounds great. I mean, if your goal is to go to school and die, this is your location. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. For sure. So they brought in a new head nun, a new Ursulin nun from Quebec. It's fun to get that job too. You're like, oh, at the TB school? Awesome. TBHS. I'm excited to go there. The dye school. Yeah. So she's from Quebec. Mother Mary Edmund St. George. And she and the bishop here in Boston want to expand and get rich kids into the school. Here we go. Let's get some fucking money rolling. Right. It's called devossing. Oh, sorry. So in 1826, they brought bought some land in Charlestown, Charlestown or Charleston, Charlestown. I don't know how you guys say it. Okay, town. It was a 27 acre estate on the top of a hill. They renamed the site. It's a big hill top.

Yeah. Yeah. Big hill. Okay. Established. They named it Mount Benedict after the local bishop. That's nice. The convent and school was made up of manicured gardens and brick buildings. Beautiful. It's a beautiful place. You've been there. No, it's not there anymore. Right. Classes started in 1828. Students enrolled. It's all fucking coming together. Oh, yeah. I've heard you say that before. And they guess what doesn't happen. This one things come together. That's what does not happen. This story is just going to be about the wonderful education of young ladies. That's all it's going to be. By the way, I'm picturing them all as the little mermaid in my head now. Yep. Let you know. I'm just waiting for one of them to, you know, get dry and get legs. It's a healthy thought. Thank

you. It's a healthy way to look at girls. Yeah. It's very normal. I wouldn't suggest you go to a psychologist at all. So you agree the best situation is a mermaid. Right. No. Okay. Oh, me either. But I same ditto ditto what you say. Yeah. Yeah. No. Okay. Not at all. So this is the only girl school in the area. I don't even think there's a boy school at the time. So most of the students I think that shows in the time. What do you mean school? Most of the students because they started inviting a rich people are not Catholic. Okay, right. So they created it to also be a finishing school for the daughters of Boston's elite, okay, which they went for. And in 1834, there were only six Catholic girls out of 47 students. Okay, so it's we've had a switch. Yeah,

we flipped it out. We money. Yeah, right. Of course, most of Boston's elite had switched over to unitarianism by 1820. So there's a bit of a rift now between the working class and the elite Unitarians. It's always amazing to me how specific people can get over someone who they think lives in space. I mean, yeah, like the lines you're drawing where you're like, what are you talking about? He did it in eight days, you dumb ass. So ridiculous. Well, you should start your own building. Oh, really? Yeah, you're eating that pork God's gonna hate that pork a rabbi didn't bless it rabbi you sound crazy. No, no, we just can't eat it on certain days. That's our deal. That's what God wants. He's been very specific. I have to wear these underwear. But I get to fuck

a lot of ladies. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pal. I'm going to need a pamphlet. That's what I'm after. Okay, I like what I'm hearing about your God. Super chill. He's pretty great. Unless you your God's kind of a group sex guy because mine has been a real dick about it. I mean, it's just like, yeah, insane. Yours doesn't like anal, right? I mean, this conversation was probably over a minute ago, but now it's definitely done for sure. Yeah, yeah, yep, because I'm starting up a brand new one. All right. It's just about anal. I'm walking away. Because he was into that. That was his last word. I've walked away in this scenario. No, he yelled it. That's just Moses on a mountaintop. No, Moses, you're talking about. So one student, Louisa Whitney wrote in her diary

quote, it was built expressly a boarding school and intended for the children of rich men, Protestants preferred. Louisa didn't want to go, but her dad made her because he didn't want her to become quote a rebel. Right. He wanted his daughter to be obedient and submit. Right. Of course, God forbid a personality flourishes. They'll talk to me looking me in the eye. Now leave the room without walking backwards. It's just going to be anarchy. I can't even go there. So Charleston, Charleston is just across the river from Boston. The elites lived in Boston while Charleston, Charleston was made up of working class people quote, almost wholly occupied by people of English descent. Yeah. Yeah, that's not great. I can only imagine the nightmare teeth situation going on

at this. This era with that country, that country, it's just got to be like, yes. Why would it be any different than no? Well, I mean, I like to think we've made baby steps over there. Nope. That's true. But you got to see him eat a live animal. I mean, they just tear through the flesh. We're talking about English people? Yeah. Yeah. Now. Yeah. Yeah. That's what we do on Thanksgiving over there. You guys have Thanksgiving over there? Well, no, we don't. Because what are we thankful for you fucking assholes? You piece out. It's fair. Yeah. Dicks. So you eat. So you on the same day you eat your family will get together and eat wild animal. We'll hunt an animal in the hills. Uh-huh. The hills. Yeah, in the hills. Yeah. The hills. Yeah.

Hills, bud. You heard of them? Yeah. And I'm not going to get into specifics. You're judgy. I don't like your attitude. I'm with that guy behind you at Chipotle. That guy's awesome. Jerk off. Fuck that guy. So they worked in fishing, the Charlestown people fishing, manufacturing, shipbuilding, right? They're the working working class. Right. The working class of Charles, Charlestown numbered about 10,000, mostly conservative Protestants. And they saw the school as a union between two groups of people they did not like. Poor Catholics and rich Unitarians. Oh, no. Yeah. It's not good. Look at them over there. Look at them. Oh, fancy. Yeah. So learning words, reading. Right. We've got to kill them. That's what we've got to do.

Knock them down a peg. That's what I'm talking about. Hello, governor. Oh, boy. I thought we got rid of this guy. No, no. No, mate. We've told you before you're not English, mate. Hello. Stop saying that, mate. We heard you the other day with a different accent. No. Yeah. It was you. Yeah. You've got nothing to say. All you say is hello, governor. No. Yeah. I know what you're going to say. You're going to say hello, governor. Shut the fuck up. Hello, governor. Oh, oh. Hello, governor. Yeah. Walkies. I think he's trying to tell us something. What happened, boy? Bang is a mash. Someone's in trouble, you say? Someone's in trouble. He does. What's the matter? Someone's fallen. Brexit.

It's worse than we thought. So now on top of all the convent is this gorgeous place on top of the hill looking down on all of Charleston. And what does that say to the people? I know. It's like a palace up there. Built of ivory. Yeah. Yeah. Nice little tower. So the working class are down there looking up at this richest date and it's making them angry. Sure. There have been quite a bit of anti-Catholic violence in Boston in the past, recent years. There were attacks on the homes of Irish Catholic laborers in 1823 and 1826 and 1828. So they kind of do it like elections, essentially. Yeah, they do it every year off kind of prep for what the next one's going to be. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Charlestown also dipped a toe in the fun of attacking Catholics. Sure. In 1829, the convent's dog was shot and killed, quote, by three Ruffian brickmakers. Did you have to say Ruffian? Sort of. We had dogs. I don't understand. Like, hey, he was Irish dog. Now I am picturing the Trumps in this situation. We killed him. He's unbelievable. We're going to put his head on the wall and eat the meat. Thank you. The next year for three nights in a row, Irish Catholic homes on Broad Street were stoned. That same year, the convent's stable was burned to the ground.

Interesting. So tensions are high, right? Tensions between Catholic and Protestants. Right. Just because of that. Yeah. Oh. And then they reached a new level on Thanksgiving night. Some local Protestants heard there was an Irish party happening at McGowan's Pub. Oh, no. Yeah. Oh, no, not an Irish. Why would you go into an Irish party? Well, I would. Yeah, right. But so McGowan's Pub isn't actually a pub. It's just a guy's house named McGowan that he opened up. Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave, you don't need to tell us that. You said it was Irish people. We get it. Yeah. Yeah. They're slamming Guinness in a garage. We understand. And calling it a pub. Yeah. We're at McGarages. Come on by. Oh, you love it.

We don't have any glasses, but you can drink from our hands. Whiskey. So the Protestants went over to McGowan's Pub's Lush House and started throwing rocks and snowballs at the windows. Well, pick a lane, honestly. I mean, what are you going for here? Some holiday joyful fun or I guess the damage the snowballs could be hard like you could you've got rocks. Yeah. Yeah. Well, maybe there aren't a lot of rocks. Maybe there's a few rocks and more snowballs. It feels a little speculative for me. So then an Irishman came out and he had a stick and there's a plan. There's a fence. Is this how baseball got invented? Yeah.

It's the beginning of baseball. And he reached over the fence and hit a Protestant guy in the head with the stick. Just whack them all in the crots. Sure. And then more Irish guys came out and then the two groups confronted each other in the street. Benjamin Daniels. He's a Protestant. He bent down and picked up a stick and said, quote, I'll have a chilele to he's ordering a cocktail. Do you know what a chilele? So one of the and then one of the Irishmen looked at him and said, quote, I mark you and I shall know you again. Was this scripted? Which is something you never want an Irishman to say. Yeah. They won't remember it the next day, thankfully. I know I threatened someone's existence,

but I can't remember who. Fucking hell. It's like someone in a nail through my skull. But then that was it. They didn't fight. The groups went their separate ways. Wow. Did not think that would happen. Yeah. All right. Well, you have a good night too, then, gentlemen. What's wrong with us? We've changed. We used to fight so much. That's right. We're different. I don't know. Sometimes I just wonder what it's all about. That's before he sings. Yeah, yeah. Well, I wonder what's out there sometimes. So, so they go there several ways. But later that night, the Irishmen are walking home. They meet each other near the wharf and they fight. Okay. And Mark Ben Daniels was beaten to death.

Jesus Christ. He was marked. What? Once you've gotten marked, it's like, you fuck. That's it. If an Irish guy says you're marked, you're done. What if your name's Mark? Then he's just saying your name. There's a loophole. Thank you. No, no, I'm Mark. Oh, this is a terrible misunderstanding. We was going to kill you. Stilmoit. Stilmoit. But I'm Mark. No, you're getting pretty annoying there, Mark. Look at what we did to that old governor guy. Huh? The old governor guy. That guy just said, Hey, governor. No, I never knew him. Never knew that one.

Hello, governor. I knew it was you. What are you feeling? The rumor the next day was that Ben was just minding his own business when a bunch of drunk Irish guys coming from McGowan's pub attacked and killed him. Sure. Threats were then made against McGowan's house slash pub against the house, not McGowan again, literally against the house. Well, that's fine. It's like the big bad wolf. So McGowan armed up. He got all his guns out. But then the snowball is ready to go have a battle. And then the cops came in and took away his guns. Well, I can't see that happening in this country. So that's fine. Then a bunch of world. Yeah. Then a bunch of guys,

Protestant guys gathered outside at dusk and and then they charged in. They were armed with pickaxes, bats and guns. Jesus. They threw McGowan and his family out and started smashing furniture and then dumped the liquor in the street, which that that's a point. I don't like why are you keep you keep the liquor? Like why are you dumping the liquor? You know that the fuck is happening. You know, McGowan was watching everything like, Oh, I know it's an important boss, honey, but we'll get more. Don't worry about the sofa. We'll get another one. Look, we can always fix with what's he doing with the booze? What is he doing with the booze? Have you no soul? No. Just running with his lips on the streets, sucking it up like a vacuum.

Drink that, hurry. Oh, no. They poured out me life. Take my family. So some grabbed the firehook from the fire ladder company and pulled down the corner of the house. Wait, what just happened? You heard it. I think I did. Yeah, they grabbed the firehook. The hook from the fire ladder company, the truck and they hooked it on the house and they pulled the corner of the house down as look, they threatened the house. Yeah, when you said that, I was like, haha, but they really don't like the house. They really after this fucking house. Okay, sure, sure. The local Marines were called and when they arrived, they were just attacked by the mob. They had no orders to intervene. So the Marines just left. Sure. No.

No. Do you want to deal with this? Always best to be sort of vague on what the mission is, you know. Here we are, boys. Yes. Get the fuck out of here. Okay, what was this? It's supposed to be my day off. I'm really fucking idiot. Doesn't know what he's talking about. We'll see you later. You pulled him down the house? Yes, and even worse, they murdered the bourbon. All right, let's get the fuck out of here. Please, please. You've got to feed me some liquor. Oh, I'm dying. I sucked up a pound of gravel earlier. Listen to my labored wave breathing. Oh, surely take. Oh, I wish someone had one of those little things of Saint Bernard wears around its neck. I just, oh, maybe I should start wearing one of

those. Oh, that's a good idea, actually. Oh, fine. Have a good night, gentlemen. The writers found a large cable and attached it to the roof, and they pulled and pulled and then brought the entire house down. That's Christ. This is just a weird vendetta. It's a weird angle to work. Yeah. So there was some Irish animosity going on in Charlestown, basically, and really everywhere. There was also a crazy mystery about convents. No one knew what was going on in there. The Lord does. So Protestants were just fucking mystified by what was happening in convents.

What did they, it was so secretive, they figured it must be bad. Oh, this is just typical. And everyone's already suspicious of Irish Catholics. So shit must have been awful with all the nuns in those fucking secret buildings. Yeah, right. So this void was filled by rumors. One anti-Catholic rumor was that the nuns were actually enslaved in their convents. See, I think speculation now is crazy, but back then it was fucking insane. It kind of seems the same. It's a little like more mystified. It's a little bit more like, I think she's got a troll inside of her that's using remotes on her. It has to be. Wait, that's better or worse. That's the same level of like insane speculation.

I mean, that is something we'll hear him say in like two weeks. Yeah. That's what they're doing. Another, another rumor was that the nuns. Another rumor, really. Yeah. The nuns were sex slaves for the priests. What is going on? Anyone ask a question? It's a secretive, it's a secretive place that you can't go in. So in 1830, a Boston anti-Catholic paper ran a false story about an orphan girl who was deceived into entering the convent quote after having been cajoled to transfer a large fortune to the popish mass men. What? To the popish mass men? Yeah. There's the religion title. Why not just go with that? The religion title? Yeah. Why not just say Catholics? Oh, because popish mass, mass men's fucking winter. Like, who would put that phrase together?

They're just killing it. Yeah. You know, we can't remember Catholics. He just was like, hey, you know, a bunch of those, uh, you know, uh, popish, uh, uh, what do they call it again? Mass. Mass. That felt weird. Yep. Yeah. And then there was Rebecca Teresa Reid. Rebecca was a young Episcopalian lady from Boston, and she went to the convent school in 1831. She was poor and was given a charity scholarship, no tuition. She's a day student, live at home, you know, commute. You mean, okay. In 1832, at the age of 21, she entered training to become a nun. Cute montage. Yeah. Sorry, but it worries her family because, you know, they're not Catholic, right? Um, but she only lasted six months before she bolted. Okay. After she went on the lecture

circuit and for two years all around New England, she told people living in, uh, in the cities in the area, all about her six months, six months as a Catholic nun, Protestant audiences aided up. She was fucking selling out everywhere. She described how they lived in the convent and their bizarre Catholic rituals, like punishing themselves with corsets, placing stones in their shoes, eating small amounts and not... They call it snacking. What? Brother Rebecca! Yeah! What hideous monsters! Uh, a meal should be substantial at minimum. It also, uh, they did not heat their living quarters. Okay. She said the nuns were abusive, but they made her lick the floor for penance. Well. Or maybe they just wanted to clean. Yeah.

Or maybe someone told her to lick booze off the ground and spit it in a cup for him. Well, they would have her kneel for several hours a day. What was true? They called it praying. And I'd barely eaten. What was true was that the Ursuline convict had a strict demanding environment. The mother superior required much deprivation from the sisters. So Reed's tales were basically horror stories to Protestants. Right. And just reinforced whatever they thought about the convents. Right. Pure fucking madness going on in there. Sure. You have rocks and shoes. Yep. Small meals. Yep. Got to lick floors. But still, this was all new and exciting information to the public. She said the convent was a place where girls were forced into Catholicism,

which was a fucking huge fear of the Protestants. Right. She said she only wanted to do that with everyone else. Right. Right. She said she only escaped after learning they were going to kidnap her and ship her to a convent in Canada. My God, that's like my dream right now. Come out of that box like, oh, great. Oh, yes. Yes. No news. Canada. Mother's St. George. Yeah, I don't know. It's a Canadian obviously. I don't know what happened. The old Canadian crowd. It's a weird Canadian small one. Yeah. Mother St. George responded and said none of this was true. Rebecca had been hired as an employee and then fired for doing a bad job. Yeah. She barely cleaned those floors with that mouth. Local breakmaker John

Buzzel said quote from this time we looked upon the nunnery with disfavor and many stories of cruel practices within its walls were told and believed. Okay. So knowing when things are simmering, everyone's getting upset at the convent. Right. Those who hated Catholics viewed anything that happened with suspicion. Right. Okay. As we still do. Sure. Well, with just cause, David. Sister Mary St. John had been at the convent for 13 years, but on July 28, 1834, she had a crisis of faith or nervous breakdown. They're not sure which can feel similar. Yeah. Either way, she left the convent and went looking for the family of one of the students who had been nice to her. A brick master who lived nearby. There are a lot of brick masters. It seems to be a pretty popular job.

They could have gotten into bricks too. Yeah. You know, being the master of them is pretty hard. Yeah. You got to go to school for like six years. Then you get to become a master. Oh, isn't it just making bricks? No, no, no, no. What else do you do? Yeah, you make a brick. Right. Okay. But you, but you, you start out like a shit brick, brick maker. You make like shitty fucking bricks. That's actually the name. Your first year shit fucking brick maker. And then you move up to master. I think I'll dance. Honestly, from what I hear, maybe pursue a little dance. I didn't think you had it. I didn't think you had what it took. Christ, they teach you attitude in that fucking school. Sorry. I'm, I'm a master.

A brick master who lived near the convent took her to the family, but the family turned out to be super anti-Catholic. So it's an awkward situation. Sure. But they let her stay there for 24 hours. Okay. It's like a game show. Meet the Episcopalians. It's like family feud. Is that what your picture versus that one Catholic lady? And what is this? It's happening. The bishop found the bishop found out and he was worried this would turn into a big scandal. So he went and talked sister Marion to coming back to the convent. He said, if she wanted to leave, she could. They just needed to get her out of the situation right now. So rumors immediately hit the street that the bishop had forced a nun to return to

the convent and she was now being tortured in the convent's dungeon. I don't, uh, I don't see where they're making up anything in there. It's pretty clear what they were going to do. It would be so great if convent's a dungeon. Oh my God. I mean, come on. Nun, nun, a dungeon. We'll put you down in the dungeon. Shut your face. Oh no. Anything but that. Can I put some more rocks in my shoes? All right. Oh, thank you. One raisin. That's dinner. You know, we didn't mean you had to lick the floor, right? What? Oh my God. Oh, it's terrible. Oh my God. Oh, we got to get rid of that dog. There's so much hair. Maybe I will get rid of that dog. Oh no.

So, right. So they bring her back. Word is being leaked out through the convent's servants about stuff that's not happening, but they're saying she's being tortured. Worst of all, three of the nuns had converted from Protestantism. So everyone's worried that it's a conversion factory. Right. That it's contagious. Yeah. It's airborne. So people went to the convent to visit Sister Mary, but the Mother Superior just turned them all away. So rumors are swirling for days on nuns in trouble. They had to do something. Yeah. You know, if you talk enough without facts, you're going to reach some conclusion. It'll just be totally inaccurate. Papers started running the story with headlines like, quote, mysterious disappearance of a young lady at the nunnery.

Houdini expected. People thought she was imprisoned or had even been killed. Three Charleston selectmen then went to the convent and demanded to inspect it. Okay. Mother St. George was not having it. She told them, no, but we're select men. Respect the badge or whatever it is we have. We've been selected. We're like the three wise men did. Excuse me, sister. I was selected. Leave. Leave. No, I'm official. Man. No, no. I'm a man of selection. No. Show me your dungeon. You know what I'm talking about? No, there's no dungeon. Leave.

We'll see your, we'll see your hot dungeon. No. Go away. You know, I'm talking about, right? Put rocks in your shoes. You're a sinner. Yeah. You know what? I've been a bad boy. Why don't you take me to your dungeon? No, no, we shouldn't. Yeah. It's too late that here. You're right. No, you are right. We shouldn't. What would they think? It's just, no, leave, leave, man. Leave, you handsome devil. You were sent here by the devil. I know it. Leave. No, no, no. I'm just standing here. I don't know what you're doing. No.

All right. Fine. Let's give in. Oh, I've pined for you ever since I met you 45 seconds ago. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You, you, you, you, I'm looking for a serious commitment. What? I'm not just playing around here. No, I'm just looking for a thing. I'm married. We're married. What? We just got married. Wait a minute. In our religion, if you stand on the porch for two minutes and talk to me, we're married. You're Mr. Superior. Yeah. Take my hand. Love you, babe.

I'm not Catholic. This is all fucked up. No, you're not going anywhere. No, I'm going to go down the hill and be pro... There it is. Take him to the fucking dungeon. We're going to bang him. Take him to the bank shed. We've got another ladies. Yes, we'll eat him when we're done. We're the nuns. Fang's on. It's everything I thought it was. Oh, I keep coming though. What a great dungeon.

Who's going to lick the floor? Hands, volunteers. Not seeing a lot of hands. I don't know what's going on. So anyway, she sent them away. Oh, right. Sorry. What the hell? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Right. The story. Yeah. Sorry. Right. Just got to get the baseline out of my head. It's playing real slow. And then she took things a bit too far when she said... Well, it's a shame we just did that bit because this is going to absolutely live in that shadow. She said if they tried to enter, the bishop would bring, quote,

20,000 Irishmen to pull their houses down over their heads. Oh, my God. Okay. So now the Boston truckmen were a local quasi police organization. That's perfect. We're having more and more of those pop up nowadays, too. Yeah, we are. It's like a vigilance fucking situation. So they believe authorities did not take care of things. They would handle it through violence. Okay. So in 1825, they became tired of all the brothels and 200 marched into the district with their faces painted black, carrying pitchforks, poles and axes.

Well, there was a marching band behind them. What? Who? The new boys will have black on your face. You'll have your pickaxes. And then behind you will be playing the entertainer with cymbals and bass drums. All right. We're going to nail it. We got this kid who plays the clarinet. He's unbelievable. We're going to win state this year. What is this? Oh, and Jimmy can dance. That's right. I've been training all summer. I didn't train all summer. I did drugs. Oh, well, hit him with an axe. So they demolished the brothel in just a few minutes,

and then brothel raids went on for days. The mayor eventually hired the truckmen to stop the truckmen. How do you book that gig? Okay. So back to the convent. The truckmen are the mayor was like the only way to get rid of a truckman is with a truckman. Yeah, basically. Okay. Yeah. That's exactly what happened. Okay. So it's a movie preview. Right. Gotcha. Okay. So back to the convent. So the truckmen post a flyer directed at the slackman of Charlestown, quote, gentlemen, it is currently reported that a mysterious affair has lately happened at the nunnery in Charlestown. Now it is your duty, gentlemen, to have this affair investigated immediately. If not, the truckmen

of Boston will demolish the nunnery Thursday night, August 14th. Whoa. Are they selling tickets? They're really plugging the show. Another poster was put up called arms saying they should leave, quote, not one stone upon another of this cursed nunnery that prostitutes female virtue and liberty under the garb of holy religion. Oh my God. That by the way, if you're a brick master, you're like, I like to send all these homes going down. Little cheddar never hurt anybody. Oh, the capitalist brickman. The slackman took the warning seriously and sent a delegation to the convent on August 11th. They insisted on seeing Sister Mary and they were allowed in and they walked with her in private to talk to her around the grounds. Then they inspected the

mausoleum to make sure no one had died recently. Cool job. It's a fun gig. They also searched for secret chambers, torture rooms, and the bodies of babies. So I mean, the first part is obviously they're just pulling on every candlestick and just like, no. This bookcase didn't look connected though. It just doesn't, it looks off. Am I crazy? Wait, what about this book? No, it's just a book. I mean, I always think they got a lot of books in here that don't do anything. Yeah, they're just like books. Oh, I know. Agla Magloba. No. All right, well, let's go. These books aren't going to pull on those notes. Yeah. Let's go ask them about the dead babies. Right. Next. Where's your dead baby pile? Out there

or nowhere. What? No, the first part. Out, no. Out. Out you leave. There's no pile. There's certainly not a pile. We do not stack them. No. What? Oh my God. You said you don't say, how do you put them? Oh, you're suggesting we make a stew? Get out. These accusations are unfounded. Show me your pots. You know what to do. Fang's on. God damn nuns. I knew it. All right. So when it was over, they were satisfied. They looked, they fucking searched all places. They're like, it's cool. St. Mary. I don't know if it's cool, but it's not what we thought. Sister Mary had left in return by her own free will. Nothing bad is going on at the convent.

They said the papers the next day would exonerate the orcelins of an evil act. Okay. Okay. That night at nine o'clock, a nun faced off with a small group of men who came demanding to see Sister Mary. She told them about the selectman's inspection and ordered them all to leave. And they did. Then around midnight, a large mob came to the convent. They were shouting, quote, down with the convent and down with the nunnery. They had signs. Catchy. They had signs. They had signs that signs that read down with the cross and no papery. No papery. I think it was supposed to be no papacy. Papacy. Papacy. What's that? That's a someone is just banging their head on a table right now listening to this. Yeah. Yeah. But they literally, they literally made a

sign that was like, no, no, nothing made out of paper. And they were, they made a sign. Well, they were trying to say no, no, something about the Pope, but they said no papery. So they didn't, and they literally said nothing made out of paper. And that guy's walking around like he's thinks he's fucking killing it, but he's, it's bad. It looks bad. So you guys are, you guys are upset about the comment. What's the guy's problem with paper over there? I don't like when people waste paper for anything. Paper sacred. The idea that someone would use paper for something foolish would just makes my stomach turn. All right. So we're, we're doing, well, this is a thing about, uh, nuns and Catholics and stuff. So, well, I don't mind. I just

wanted to show up where there's a crowd of people and express my love of paper and how people shouldn't abuse it on a sign made 100% of paper. If you could just leave, that would be great. I'm ready to go. Home's been a bit of a problem. Now I'll go. You like paper or don't like paper? I love paper, and I hate when people use it wrong. That's why I made this sign on my paper. Don't say that. You're the one who invited me back. I'm like a cat you keep feeding. I'm not going anywhere. Don't wink with both eyes ever. Why would you wink with both eyes? That's called a blink. I was blinking at you. Totally different vibe, jerky. So a selectman came and tried to talk the crowd down, but they're too... I feel like the selectman are pretty useless. Yeah, they're not that great.

But we were selected. So the mob is now around 2,000 people. Out of that number, there are between 60 to 100 who had come prepared to enter the building. They got masks and quote, fantastic dresses with painted faces. It's the same guy who ordered the marching band is in charge of this one. Talking gowns for the lot of us. Beautiful gowns and beautiful makeup. Something subtle, not too much, but brings out our eyes and our general essence. Yes. Can I wear a sash? Greg may wear a sash. Yes, you may. Yes, yes. It's gonna say no paper. What's it gonna be made out of? I don't want to know. Yeah, wear your fucking sash. Yeah. So they lit barrels of tar. They lit barrels of tar? Yeah. This is gonna be a problem.

There's no opener. Does anyone have a lighter? Luke? Luke? Yeah, throw me that. Oh, here we go. Thanks, bro. Fucking. This is... This is Boston at its finest. Do you guys learn this in the third grade here? Thank you, sir, doing God's work. You got to use your teeth now, Jack. So they lit the barrels of tar. John Buzzle, one of the mob's leaders said they burned the tar to, quote, bring out the fire boys who will help us tear down the buildings. Is this a ritual? Well, firemen are not exactly the best at this time. Okay. Well, they're young. They were... We're only seven. Come on, fire boys. Do your thing. We're playing. We should have gotten men. They were described as, quote, undisciplined, turbulent, and frequently riotous men who were

notorious for their hostility to the Irish. Perfect. That's just who you need to put a fire out. Yep. Yep. So they came and they were no help. They just joined the mob. Yeah. Are you lighting fires? Yeah, we're the fire boys. Yeah, fire boys. We're the fire boys. You've heard our song. Come on. You've heard our song, right? We're the fire boys. Two, three. That's not what you do once we started. Sorry. We broke up for a little while and we're getting back together before we do a big summer thing. Two, three, four. We're the fire boys. We're the fire boys. Do we know the words? No, we don't know the words. Well, we burned them. Remember the lyric fire? So we're just going to do the dance. Yeah.

Uh, so so at this point, the mother superior came out and confronted the mob. Sure. Buzzel said she was, quote, the sauciest woman I have ever heard talk. When you attach a superior to your title, you're going to expect a little attitude. Look here, you fucking cunt. Where does he go? Mother, what? That was a bad word. It's a safe place. No one's going to be a cunt about it. She made her thread again, quote, if you meddle with us, the bishop has 30,000 men who will burn your houses over your heads. Where is she stashing these 30,000? Well, that threat did not go over well. The crowd started throwing bricks and other objects at snowballs. Really send a message.

Snowballs, paper. Yes, a paper. That guy's like, no, what are you doing? I said no paper. I'm going to make another sign on more paper. No wasting it. The terrified nuns and children fled out, fled out a back door and then they huddled in the corner of the property and from there they watched. The mob broke down the front doors and rushed in. Buzzel, quote, the first thing that was done after getting in was to throw the pianos of which nine were found out the windows. Man, your priority list is backwards. Throw nine pianos out of windows is the first order of business. Yeah. Before we make any discoveries, let's get the music out of here. Talks about the windows. Jimmy, you don't, you don't blow, you catch them. Okay.

But my back's broken from the first one. That's fine. Okay. The next one's the same size. Okay. Okay. Now I'm kind of into it. I kind of want to see pianos come out windows, right? It's taken on a little fun turn. Sure. Checking out nine pianos, by the way, in the it's a lot. I don't know what they're doing in there, but it sounds like a party. Yeah. Well, sister Mary is the music teacher. Well, she's teaching. I mean, yeah, nine pianos. Yep. So they took whatever precious objects they could get their hands on. They're basically looting the place. There were so many men in the convent. It was hard to move around. Buzzer went to the second floor and went into the chapel. Quote, when I finally succeeded in forcing my way into the chapel, I found a fire

about the size of a bushel basket blazing. We all know that size. Go ahead. We know the approximate measure fire. Well, I mean, bushel baskets, mainly or, you know, fruit baskets. I'm a basket measure, so I do everything through jam baskets, wine of the month. Sure, whole thing. A bushel basket blazing merrily in the middle of the floor. What a fun little fire. It was made of paper old books and another hand me that paper. And another such inflammable stuff, they could lay their hands on and soon spread in all directions. So soon the building, the entire building is engulfed in flames. Good thing they got those

pianos out of there. Yeah, smart. It's burning down. After that, the mob headed over to the cookhouse, which they also burned. Sure. Well, I mean, they asked for it. It's the cookhouse. Yeah. And then they went to the ice house, which they burned. How they burning that down? It's not like an igloo. I'm afraid I'm picturing an igloo, sir. So I'm going to need you to back off. Yeah. Okay, it's an igloo. So they went over and burned down the igloo, melted down the igloo. Okay, thank you for science, bro. Yep. There was also the bishops lodge where he had a library and where he kept his robes. Okay, I'm going to need an extra house for my robes. Of course, sir. Of course. So I just don't want them to think Catholics are weird. No, nothing about a robe

home is going to flag anyone. So let's get to building books in there. Sure. We'll just build a home and then you kind of decide what you need in there. I think that's a better way to kind of handle this. I kind of the more I hear the more we peel this onion, I don't like what I'm hearing. So it's a robe house. The Patrick Swayze movie quote, puzzle. Getting out the bishops robe, I put it on in a spirit of devil tree. So he's now cruising around the bishops robe. What's up, boys? Hey, how's the riot going? Fucking crazy. I got robes for everyone. Okay, the others stripped it off my back and winding the remnants around poles. Use them as torches, lighting them at the main building and firing the lodge

firing at the lodge with them. They made rope. They're making torches that they're throwing out of the robes rope. Not a rope gun. It's a row rope launchers rope launcher. Yeah. Thank you. Okay, I'm glad we could meet in the middle here. Compromise. The farmhouse and barn were lit up next. Finally, they went to the tomb to see if they could find the body of Sister Mary St. John. A man's converted. Oh, good Lord. That is one of the best ways to be angry at something. Oh, good Lord. That's what Kelsey Grammer says when he falls off the stage giving it a small world tour. He's like, and then we were walking around through it's a small world. Oh, good Lord. And he drops. It's like the best, like anyone else in that situation be like my fucking body.

But he's like, oh, good Lord. No, I'm dying. It's fine. Oh, good Lord. Oh, Lord. Oh, Lord. I, I think I'm all right. So, so that's it. So now they're watching just the fires burn and then they slowly kind of disperse work done night and night's work is done. Sure. But rumor circulated that night around town that 20,000 Irishman were marching on Boston for vengeance. Oh, that worked. Yeah, that's another rumor was that Harvard was about to be destroyed by Irish Roman Catholics, which I'm totally fine with still happening. The rich elitist boys at Harvard armed them armed themselves for the onslaught. That's right. We've got pens and rulers. So watch it tough guy. I'm gonna mess you up here. Yeah, wrap your sweat around his neck but in a

tight fashion, not in a cool look. Yeah, I don't teach you and stay away from Buffy. The country clubs. Oh, is it okay? It's not meant for you Irish types. Okay. Stay out of the pool, Irish boys. They say my back's broken from that fight. Yeah. Guess they knew what they were doing. Hmm. May or never have motion in my body again, but I think we showed them how a Harvard alum treats them. Go Harvard. I'm trying to raise my arm. But obviously, since the skull got crushed by those boys, it's been hard. How's Buffy? She's great. She didn't move on. Did she? She's stopped coming by and writing. She's moved on. She's fucking an Irish Catholic guy. Oh my gosh. Huge dicks. Oh no, no, no, no, no. Someone plucked my ears for me. No. Huge Irish dick. No, no, no. Bully,

bully, bully, no. Quote, sentinels were stationed at the doors and windows. Patrols were sent out on the streets and roads and every preparation was made for defending the building and the books and all hazards. They've come for Harvard books. The fucking Catholics. Word came more than once during the night that a mob was approaching Harvard. At one point, a guy raced up on his horse and said a thousand Irishmen were less than a mile away. I'm Paul Revere's nephew. He was just lying. No Irishmen were coming. It was just, it was just totally fine. The papers the next morning printed the letter from the Selectman that stated the Ursula nuns were committing no evil acts and that Sister Mary was fine, but it's a little late. Well,

I mean, the Selectman has really proven themselves to be totally useless in every capacity in this. Well, we wrote another note. Good, good shit, you idiots. God damn it. That'll come out tomorrow. Yeah, great. What? So still the rioting picked up the next day. They went back to the convent and burned a building they had missed the night before. We were so fired up that we just got out of there. How do we miss that one? I don't know. That one was a house for Irish American workers. So a crowd tried to join them from Boston, but authorities raised the drawbridge. All right, well, there we go. Let's head back, boys. Dude, put the fucking drawbridge down, dude. Come on, kid.

800 policemen were patrolling the streets. All the drawbridges were raised after 9 p.m. Well, Dave, a different era. We've got a bridge curfew, so we all know what that's. What a relatable moment. So all the men in Charlestown were just super self-confident walking around. They're very jubilant and satisfied. The nuns and girls had hid in the homes of sympathetic townspeople. And when they were out of town the next day on a coach to Boston, Louisa Whitney described the reaction of the rioters. Quote, we slowly rode the gauntlet between a double file of amiable ruffians who saluted. Well, thank you. I mean, we do what we can. Sorry about all those fires, too. We're that likable.

It slid at us with jeers, yells, shrill whistling and cat calls, roars of laughter, rough jokes and questions. That's just one guy. Hey, how are you? What? How are you? We're leaving. Okay. How about them red socks? Nope. Fuck the Yankees! Support the troops. Best country on earth. Going on with the quote, some had no hats. What? Pardon me.

It's really sickening to hear about. I thought you said that some of them didn't have hats on. Yeah, they didn't have hats. Others had trimmed their hats with green wreaths. Well, no questions for that group. That's a fine sect. Some danced and shuffled along the sidewalk. What is happening? You ladies and your coach. Oh, you do questions and dance, huh? How are ya? Okay.

It's seriously like a musical. Yeah, yeah, yeah. But we did not feel afraid of them. Little mermaid or musical. Yeah, yeah. We did not feel afraid of them. They were evidently good-natured and meant us no harm. Let me decide from the cat calls and the burning of the house. Yeah. Other than that, they're fine. Yeah, like your list going from like cat calls and then burning that where they live. Yeah. So the next day, the New England Galaxy wrote quote, the most damning proof. That is. That's too much for a paper. Where are the galaxy? No, no, no. You're reporting on local news.

The only name in galaxy news. Meanwhile, the night on planet X492851, Commander Korgan Khan has discovered a way to get rid of the Balazmdon River. It's going to get cold on Pluto. I was reading the galaxy. Yeah. What's the five day on Pluto? It's freezing, freezing, unlivable freezing and freezing. Yeah, so these guys nail it every week. No evidence, which I find weird, but the New England Galaxy wrote quote, the most damning proof of the vandal character of the perpetrators was the desecration of the tomb. The paper later wrote that it was a shame the mob

was made up of Native American Yankees. Yeah. The mayor of Boston felt like we were maybe going to just skirt it for one episode a little and then it's got to dip the toe in. They're always there. The mayor of Boston condemned the riots. Officials in Charlestown tried to blame Boston, who definitely had some people in the crowd, but mostly were clearly from Charlestown. The governor of Massachusetts offered a $500 reward for information leading to the conviction of the rioters. I always say this name wrong, but I'll try. The rich gathered at Fenouli Hall. Fanuel. Fanuel. Yeah. Fanuel. It's now a complex. Just think of putting a fan on a mule and then let that sort of guide you. Okay. Fan mule. Better. That's actually what you send to your

favorite TV mule. I sent him some fan mule. Hope he writes back. The rich gathered at Bullshit Hall to condemn what? Closer. Closer. Warmer. Warmer. What had occurred, they set up a committee to bring the villains to justice. While they expressed sympathy for the Catholics, they were most upset about the lower class anarchy and the attack on property and quote, civilized society. Interesting take. Yeah. With so many people there, the usual assholes were pretty well known. So police soon arrested 13 men. Just for being probable assholes again. Yeah. Come on, Jimmy. What did I do? There's no way you were fucking there. No, I was an asshole. I did it. Yeah. We was a bunch of us was assholes.

All right. Where's fucking Markey? Jimmy, I'm Markey. Do you talk about the whole bunch? They were the guys arrested were from Charlestown, Boston and Cambridge. There was a brick worker, a shoemaker, a baker, a carpenter and a fairy tale, fairy tale. Okay. Sorry. And a 16 year old kid. Okay. Sure. Sure. An intern. Yeah. They were arrested for arson and burglary. Leader John Buzzel, the brick worker was the first man to go on trial. Even before the men were arrested, posters appeared threatening witnesses. One read quote, all persons giving information in any shape or testifying in a court against anyone concerned in the late affair at Charlestown may expect to be assassinated.

So what was witness tampering back then? If you made a flyer, it was okay. I mean, they would get killed. They're not assassinated. Yeah, for sure. Yeah. I think a little too much of yourself. You mean killed? No, assassinated. Everybody likes me. So the trial would bring forth all of the anger against immigrants out. The defense made a simple argument. All witnesses against Buzzel were Catholic and therefore suspect. Your honor, this guy's fucking Catholic, right? Guilty. No, don't say any more guilty. The jury was told to reject Catholic imported testimony in favor of domestic testimony. Yep, for sure. Yeah, you don't want to outsource testimony. Let the immigrants get their dirty

hands on what they saw. Mother Superior tried to avoid testifying because she didn't want the nuns involved because she feared reprisal. Sure. The judge allowed extensive questioning about the religious practices within the continent. So his catchphrase is just like, I want to see where this goes the whole time. Yeah, but you know, he was clearly just like, well, yeah, what else goes on in there? It's interesting. It's like a baby hole. We don't use those to like a secret. Isn't the lawyer supposed to be asking me a bunch of levers? You guys lick stuff? You lickers. Do you lick stuff in there? What you got your knees, lick and shit? I've been a judge for a while. Take your glasses off.

What's going on with the priests? You guys, you know, I, I object. I don't know. It feels like if you're cross examining me, I can do whatever I want. You're guilty. What's a priest? So say a priest plays basketball. What's this? What's like the smell after that of a priest? I mean, is this seriously happening to me? Please answer the question, sister. I don't know how to answer the question. Basketball got invented a month ago. Lunch? I don't know. I mean, what are we going to do here? This is a real, you guys trim. All right. I object. I mean, I don't know where to I'm going to treat the witnesses hostile and hot. Sir.

I'm guilty. You know what I mean? I don't want to know. No, no, no, no. Don't tell me of what just some penance, right? No, there's no dungeon. I keep telling you this. There's no. Come on. There's a no, there's not a dungeon. I gotta get in there. No, it's not like an elite club. There's no downstairs. I wear robes. Even if there was, we don't have a home anymore. That's what brought us here. Right. Yeah. All right. I'm going to exclude that. Everything I just talked about. The stenographer hung himself. Everything I just talked about for the past two days. That's out. Great.

I want that basketball question. No. You can tell me about that. No. No. That cops. Please. So where are we? Boston. We're in Boston. Yeah. Yeah. No. I appreciate the. What? Dave. What? Oh, yeah. Oh, all right. I got it. Seriously. Shut the fuck up. All right. Oh, I see what happened. Yeah. I accidentally flipped back a page. Now it makes sense. So, right. He testifies. She, the superior mother superior does not want to testify.

Judges asking all kinds of questions about the convent and the religion. He focused on the relationship between the bishop and the nuns. He's like really like, what's up with you guys? You guys together? Is it an open thing to hang out at night or you guys doing key parties? What's up over there? So everyone throws their key into a fishbowl. Pick it up. And that's who you're. You walk me through it. I mean, I don't know. He tried to focus on whether or not the nuns were happy within the church, all of which has nothing to do with. Nothing to do with the case, for sure. They brought in Rebecca Reed to testify about her experiences in the convent. The judge finally ruled all of her testimony irrelevant. Sure. The court heard testimony

that when Buzzel ran into the building, he shouted, quote, if the Catholics get the upper hand of us, they will crush us into the earth. Is that really what he said? Oh my God. What a loser. Jesus lighten up. Yeah, but that is the same. I mean, we really are living in like that mentality of, you know, the toxic mentality. Now I'm just like, we're going to burn it down or they'll make us them like their vampire. If they bite you, you become one of them and then you grow a robe every full moon. When he was on the stand, Buzzel said that when they cracked open the tomb, quote, within was the body of a young girl who had evidently been dead but a day or two at the most and whom I religiously believe to this day to have been. Sister Mary, Saint John, although I'm

not positive, positive proof of her identity and it wasn't sister Mary because she testified against him. A ghost Mary. Oh my God. I said maybe. Yeah. Also, if you crack open a tomb and there's a new body, do you tell somebody is there like a file of report on that one? No, no, burn it down, get rid of the evidence. Just remember a little bit. He was, of course, acquitted. The jurors were anti-Catholic. All of the men were acquitted except for one. The only guy convicted was the paper guy. 16 year old kid. Oh, and he was sentenced to life in prison. Oh my God. That's like 20 years and given hard labor. So he's going to be fucking banging rocks for the rest of his life. But then there was a big ground swell to let him out and he was pardoned

the next year. Okay, that's good. So after the Brit, the bishop organized an armed defense force to guard Catholic churches all over New England. Whoa, the church force? Yeah. All right. Then Rebecca reads book. So she put a book together of all of her lectures, right? She puts it together as a book. It was called Six Months in a Convent. Okay. It chronicled her brutal life at the hands of the Ursula Nuns. The respectable press called her out for her lies. New England magazine, quote, Ms. Reed is a weak, silly person. Well, this is a little too much. Should we use twat, Jimmy? Twat? No, no, no. No, it's a hot word. No. Okay. I guess we try to invent the word twat. It's unbelievable. I want a legacy. That's a legacy to me.

Ms. Reed is a weak, silly person of a very romantic turn of mind and so acting and speaking deceitfully, the infinite absurdity of Ms. Reed's book should be exposed. And of course, people fucking loved it. It became a huge bestseller. It sold 10,000 books in the first week, 200,000 copies overall, making it by far one of the biggest selling books by a female author in the 1800s. Wow. And it kicked off a new genre called the Convent Exposé. That became a genre? Yeah. Like Fabio on the cover and shit? Others called it Protestant porn because there was so much sex in the... Oh my God. Oh my God. You get this one about the fucking dungeon? No, I'm reading this one about the girl who

was still alive in the tomb and then they hooked up. Oh, that one's fucking hot. Yeah. These are all hot. I think I'm going to be Catholic. Yeah. Yeah. Holy shit. It's a real fuck religion, huh? Man. It's the fuckiest of all the religions as far as I can tell. I'm fucking... The key party thing? Oh, yeah, I love that. We don't even have cars yet. Yeah, or fish bowls. The Convent Exposé was like supermarket literature of the 19th century. Literature is generous. Yeah. The next year what was published was the awful disclosures of Maria Monk. Maria wrote a steamy expose about a Montreal convent whose sisters were forced into sex slavery. Hold on one second. Hey. Yeah. Will you guys be quiet? Thank you. Maria wrote a steamy expose

about a Montreal convent whose sisters were forced into sex slavery with priests from the neighboring rectory. They used tunnels to connect the two underground tunnels. David. So priests could have easy access. Stop it, David. Stop telling me about the rectory tunnels the priest likes to go in. She said a nun was murdered for refusing sex. The other nuns put a mattress on top of her and then jumped on it until she was dead. I thought it was maybe a Casper ad for a minute and then it just took that dark turn. Jesus Christ. And there was a pit where they would baptize babies born to the nuns right before they killed them. Jesus. That's a hot book. Yeah. Of course these

are all lies. Really? As was the book, the hidden secrets of a nun's life. And all the others. Hidden by definition. They're hidden secrets. Convent exposed. All the books. Red shoe convent. All the books. Everyone was not written by a woman. They were ghost written by committees of Protestant men. Committees? That is like pervier than watching porn together. Writing porn as a group? Yeah. It's great. It's great. Yeah. Man, I'm getting so turned on just even thinking about this, man. Me too, man. Yeah. It's pretty fucking hot. Yeah. Hey, Larry. Yeah. What if the priest like fucks her on like a table in the kitchen? Yeah. Yeah. Let's just put in every scenario. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. He's like coming over to fix the bookshelf or something.

And he's got like a cut off shirt. Yeah. He's like, these are the books. And she's like, those are the books. She's got like a little skirt on like a little nun's skirt. Yeah. Yeah. She's like, I'll bend over. I'll show you which book. And he's like, whoa, whoa. Shit. I think I'm going to do more than open the books. You know what I'm saying? Let's call it Heaven's Hall. Yeah. Heaven's Hall. Great. Okay. I think we invented a franchise. I fucking love writing, man. Yeah. Yeah. Makes me so hot and hard when we write these fucking books. Yeah. Couple of six, eight guys just sitting around getting hard. Yeah. Writing and then pursuing further thought that makes them even more a whore. That's right. Yeah. It's good to be a Protestant. Yeah. You

know, I mean, maybe getting a wife someday would be fun. But until then, let's do this. Let's do hypothetical nun bangs. Maria Monk wasn't even ever a nun. She had been a sex worker. And she said she got pregnant by a priest, but it was actually a cop that knocked her up. Similar collars. But the public loved the books and they increased anti-Catholicism across the US. Soon there were dozens of anti-Catholic papers selling tons of papers across the country, and we all know what happened with the KKK in places like Indiana in the 20th century. This all laid the ground for that. So the Ursulins never rebuilt the compant. The bishop maintained the property for years. He tried to open a new school in Roxbury, but no

one applied. Like, yeah, the last one wasn't great. The one before that, everyone died. Well, it's getting better from what it sounds like. At least everyone lived and wasn't there. You know what I mean? The ruins sat up on Mount Benedict for 40 years, a symbol of a community torn apart. The church finally sold it in 1875, and developers leveled the hill and put up houses. Rebecca Reed died of tuberculosis a year after her book was published. Yeah, that'll teach you. It's kind of hot to die from TB though. It's like picturing someone just like that. Blood coming out, but then you're just like, hey, you know, you're gonna go to heaven, but maybe like, you know, maybe one more before the road,

you know what I'm saying? And she's like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. My TB girl, that's what we should call it. TBTNA, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Boy, it'd be great to leave this room sometime, huh? Like me and a girl, yeah. Sometimes I think we're kind of skewing our reality too much, and we're starting to objectify. Yeah, and then my, sorry, what am I saying? Let's get another winner. We should call ourselves Insles. Yeah. Joseph Buzzle returned to New Hampshire where he lived out his life happily. Sister Mary remained a nun and joined the Ursuline convent in Quebec. There have been many debates

about whether or not the church should receive compensation for what occurred. The most recent debate took place in 1962 in the Massachusetts General Court, but the proposal failed. Jesus. Yeah, that's it. Well, no. Oh, you. I don't know what I've just learned. I just think people are fucked up. Okay, that's a good lesson. I've learned that one. I think, I think that if you don't tell people what's happening somewhere, they fill the void with fucking nonsense. Yeah. And even now, if you tell them what happened, they fill the void with nonsense. Apparently, apparently the fires in California where it's a fake flag. It's not

real. They never happened. Oh, they never happened. Right. For sure. Yeah. I saw a lot of those, like I saw a lot of people who, you know, were at some of these shootings that didn't happen inside those fires, like the same actors. Right. So it's like, duh. How about you go cast a wider net? Literally, I mean, honestly, seriously, so stupid. It's like these people, they work in that union of false flag union, you know what I mean? The FF. Yeah, the FF. You, as some of them say. Some call it the false flag union. The FFU. FU, fucker. No, I was just saying the union name. I'm sorry. We have a second show coming up at 9 45. There's still some tickets available if you got one. Check that out. If you enjoyed this, which I doubt you did. Apologies. There's a

second show. There's still tickets. Yeah. Great. So weird. I looked up and saw a guy run out of door up there. He knows something we don't. There goes another one. Yeah. Bye. Oh, bye. See you later, buddy. I got to jump. You're welcome, sir. Thank you. We love you. Thank you. Thank you. We made it, guys. Thank you so much for coming out. We appreciate it.