Skip to comments.Making a big stink: man sues his bishop for failing to exorcise flatulent demons
Posted on 04/13/2013 7:18:48 AM PDT by NYer
A Romanian lawyer is suing his local Orthodox bishop and four priests claiming they failed to properly exorcise flatulent demons that were forcing him out of his home.
Madalin Ciculescu, 34, accused the five of fraud after they turned up several times to exercise the demons which were responsible for the bad smells that were ruining his business.
He claimed that after the failed exorcism the demons even started haunting him at his home at Pitesti in Arges County in central Romania.
The case alleging ‘religious malpractice’ is reportedly the first time there has been such an allegation made in a Romanian court.
The case has already been rejected by a lower court in Romania and was rejected again this week by the Romanian High Court, but now the businessmen says he plans to go to the European Court of Human Rights.
He told the court: ‘If they (the accused) represent the way of God then God’s ways are crooked. They did not remove the demons that made these bad smells as they promised to do, and I still see all sorts of demons in the form of animals, usually crows but also other such things, that are making my life miserable.
‘When I am at home they switch the TV on and off all the time, they make foul smells that give me headaches and basically roam unhindered around my house and my business.’
So, the “demons” did it. Wouldn’t it have been easier if he just blamed it on the dog?
To much cabbage.
Uh ... change your diet, dude.
This story stinks to High Heaven...
I think I’d be looking at the drainage situation around the house. A good plumber would have done a better job than a priest.
I was in a store yesterday where 12 or 13 year old kid beside me let one rip.
I told him, “congratulations, you slipped one past the goalie”.
I had to deal with a flatulent, ill-tempered demon once.
But then I divorced her, and now everything’s fine.
I was on a tram in Prague one day, and in close proximity were two fellow passengers, and ordinary looking fellow and a very elegantly dressed young woman (about 22, I’d say).
Mr. Ordinary-Looking lets one rip in a truly thunderous fashion - then he proceeds with, “That’s OK, don’t feel bad, lady; everybody does it.”
Ms. Elegance left the tram at the next stop, and I’ve never seen anyone with a redder face.
If the odor is following him, maybe it’s him and not demons? There are dieases that cause a person to have a very unpleasant odor no matter how hygenic otherwise. I’m not Catholic, think demons are sometimes attributed as a cause in some instances when other explanations are possible, but they certainly do exist. The whole thing sounds unfortunately like that old Dilbert cartoon, “Out, out you demons of stupidity!” It makes all Christians look stupid.
1. One of those countries in that area (Romania or Bulgaria) had an issue with witches that was in the news awhile back. Maybe there are some really superstitious people there.
2. If there were demons in his house (which I doubt), I guess I never thought about where the sulfurous smell in Hell came from, but flatulent demons is a good an explanation as any.
That's what any self-respecting Irish would do. What's wrong with these people?!
Oops! Is that racist?
If they had trouble locating the demons, he should have hired deaf priests.
LOL!! "You ain gonn be breakin no weeynd up in hyeer!"
This guy has a job waiting for him at the IRS.
I went to the doctor the other day, seeking help for flatulence related problems.
I told him that I was always having to let ‘em rip, although I was fortunate in that I could keep them silent and they didn’t stink. “In fact”, I told him, “I’ve let three of them while we’ve been talking”.
He gave me a Rx for some medicine and said to come back next week.
I took the drugs for the whole week and returned for another office visit.
I complained that I still had tremendous flatulence, except now that dang medicine made them stink like crazy!
He said,”Now that we’ve fixed your sense of smell, let’s work on your hearing”.
That reminds me of the time I went to the local bar, sitting at my table, nursing my drink and really enjoying the music.
I had a lot of gas building up and couldn’t hold it in, but I didn’t want to leave my nice table. It was so crowded, I wouldn’t get it back. I pondered my situation for awhile and thought, “This music has a loud beat...maybe if I time it right, I can let a bit out during the loudest beat and no one will hear”. I waited for the next big beat and let one squeak out. That seemed to work, so during the next few songs, I proceeded to let it all out, in rhythm to the beat of the songs. I was almost dancing in my seat, lifting my leg at just the right time to let er rip.
It was working great.
Until I realized I was listening to my ipod.
Flatulent demons? Perhaps we could hire a priest to exorcise the Senate.