Maxine Incites the Crowd

I think it was the fifth noon of the picnic/festival/orgy. People were in various states of consciousness, but Maxine was invigorated by days and nights of feasting, drinking and sexual pleasure. She was just getting going. I made the mistake of mentioning Bishop Bassanni’s name, and whoosh! The verbal fireworks were on!
She stood up in the center of the crowd and began shouting:

“Bassanni! That bastardi!!! He was a poor excuse for a priest and a waste of skin as a man! He was certainly useless to me, always sneaking off in the middle of the night, trying to jerk off to a statue of Sybian. Imagine!! He kept me like I was some kind of fancy car. How he was able to rape my daughter Mia, I’ll never know. The one time he comes, he impregnates Mia!!! I say, ‘Good for Felix for cutting his finger off and his bishop’s ring with it!’ I should have cut off his bishop’s prick and shoved it up his bishop’s nose!!”

[I should have warned you when Maxine has been drinking and gets riled, she can be quite blunt.]

“Bassanni ordered the Poliza to shut down Felix’s concert -----his great masterpiece, “MALOCCHIO DE AMORE”---------- and had all the music and instruments burned in a heap!” (The crowd jeered lustily.)

“Bassanni demanded that Mia get a cheap abortion from the village
’dentist,’ because ‘Holy Mother the Church’ doesn’t allow abortions.
Well, does it allow its bishops to murder? That’s what he did to Mia!”
(The crowd was now on its feet, jumping up and down.)

“How many young boys and girls did he toy with? How many widows paid for their food and rent by kneeling in front of him?!” (Now both Maxine and the crowd were getting carried away.)

“Bassanni doesn’t deserve to be buried in the sacred ground of the Cathedral!
His bones should be thrown into the dump!”

And with that the whole crowd, wine bottles in hand, marched off in the direction of the church cemetery.