Armenia, My Apologies for an wholly unintended ABSENTIA for the past ten months or so...

...entirely due to my utter inability to access my blogsites until under a month ago... but I feel compelled to express outrage, even indignation on behalf of the countless millions - some suggest up to 150 million wholly innocent but allegedly heretical kids and adults - mercilessly put to death in an almost endless array of ways, in utterly barbaric fashion, by an age-old, much venerated institution headed by an individual across the millennia whose latest, much-revered and extolled-and-adulated-to-the-rafters manifestation had the sheer effrontery, the cheek to visit Turkey in mid-2015 I believe and thereupon accuse Turks of having committed genocide against an entire race, i.e. Armenians, who around the time, the start of World War One - that 'great' 'war to end all wars' (yeah, right!) - did indeed apparently engage in JUST SUCH A GENOCIDE. Sadly 'aided and abetted' apparently, or so we've now belatedly learnt (a few weeks back or so, on New Zealand TV News - but only in an oblique/somewhat indirect way, I readily concede) by our (i.e. kiwi) forces themselves. No, and A THOUSAND TIMES NO, our troops were not remotely involved in such medieval barbarism, and so doubtless I ought to rephrase how I expressed the previous thought, but sadly what our troops' arrival DID apparently do was contribute - wholly inadvertently, I'll readily concede - to supplying the Turkish forces with an all-too-convenient pretext for unleashing hostilities in that particular direction, i.e. against Armenians in their midst. And the atrocities they thus committed were indeed shameful in the extreme. But what I DO and EVER WILL have a problem with is for that afore-alluded-to religious leader, yes none other than Pope Francis - no, not 'His holiness', THAT TITLE is ever and always reserved for ONE alone, 'Who shares His (ineffable) glory with no-one else' - himself to declare on behalf, presumably, of all upstanding citizenry upon Planet Earth - through the centuries - his condemnation of such brutality/barbarity/genocide. As Aesop himself would say without batting an eyelid, methinks it's a matter of the pot accusing the neighbouring kettle of some discolouration, and quite frankly, it simply won't wash.