It's inarguable that Junior Senator Vitty-cent has widespread experience doing escorts, yet you chose Sen. Mikulski and Sen. Domenici to accompany you for your swearing in.
After deciding to close and sell a number of churches in recent years, the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Boston is now being held hostage. Parishioners in five of its closed churches are ... refusing to leave! That's right, they've decided to "occupy" some of the closed churches to prevent the Archdiocese from selling their longtime places of worship. Impudent scum! Don't they understand that these properties need to be liquidated to help pay for recent, ahem, legal settlements? Do they think the Catholic Church is made of money?
A front page article in today's New York Times describes the scene as a "Quiet Rebellion".
For 1,533 days, the group at St. Frances has taken turns guarding the building around the clock so that the archdiocese cannot lock them out and put it up for sale. They call it a vigil, but by now it is more of a lifestyle.
So what is the Archdiocese's response to these pesky squatters?
The archdiocese will not provide priests to most of the vigil churches, and it has removed most statues, altar cloths and sacred objects. It changed the locks at St. Frances in October 2004 but unwittingly left a fire door open, an error the parishioners call a miracle.
The archdiocese has not tried to evict the parishioners or shut off the heat and electricity.
They haven't tried to shut off the heat? Why the hell not? You can't wage spiritual warfare with wimpy half-measures. Where's that old tyme religious spirit? Cut the juice and turn those pews into human ice trays!
Many of the St. Frances holdouts describe being transformed from passive Catholics to passionate, deeply involved members of a spiritual community that they say could be a model for the future of the troubled Catholic Church.
Clearly, this rebellion is headed down a very disturbing path.
Since St. Frances has no priest, parishioners lead services that include everything but consecration of the host. On the Sunday before Christmas, about 50 parishioners attended a service conducted entirely by women, including two who distributed communion.
All women? What an abomination! You can't take the "homme" out of the homily without incurring the wrath of the Almighty... Torquemada their asses!
“The [vigils] can’t go on for infinity,” said Terrence C. Donilon, a spokesman for the archdiocese. “These [vigils] have to end at some point, but how, I don’t know.”
You don't... know? Really? These rebels have been occupying your property for over 200 weeks and you still don't know how to end it? (Or is it that you "know", but don't have the will to do it?)
New Orleans police evicted parishioners from two Uptown Catholic churches Tuesday, allowing the Archdiocese of New Orleans to reclaim the churches which parishioners had occupied around the clock for almost 10 weeks.
Police were instructed to arrest occupiers if they resisted, with Archbishop Alfred Hughes deciding "It's time to bring this to a close"
Now that's leadership! On the Feast of the Epiphany, some very very wise men decided to take action. They even got the police to saw down a 100 year old church door during their search and clear. Surely the Godhead is looking down on this, most pleased.
[P]olice and church officials had to force their way into Good Counsel [Church], sawing an opening in a side door.... novelist Poppy Brite and Hunter Harris Sr. were led out of the church in handcuffs and placed in a police squad car.
Throw the book at them!
[A]nother Good Counsel parishioner, Harold Baquet... also was removed in handcuffs and placed in a waiting squad car.
Baquet said he climbed out onto the church's roof to escape notice, but police found him there.
A rooftop manhunt? Awesome. The Archdiocese of New Orleans knows how to take action.
A similar scene occurred at St. Henry's Church, literally right next door to my daughter's school. While I'm glad my daughter was able to witness this historic eviction first hand, I only wish she could've seen the police drive over a protester's foot (as they did at Good Counsel) and heard the subsequent wailing. See, when Religious Leaders and law enforcement coordinate their efforts, shit gets done! That's a lesson my daughter can cherish for life. (New Orleanian of the Year, Karen "Gadfly" Gadbois can be seen in the background making trouble with a camera at the 1:11 mark in the vid.)
Again, the spokesman for the Boston Archdiocese said he didn't know how to end the occupation of the closed churches. The solution is obvious. Get armed cops to sweep them out. Have them crack some skulls to send a message to the rogue parishes, God willing.
I'm reminded of the great theologian Ralph Wiggum, who once said "The rat symbolizes obviousness." I don't know what he was referring to, precisely, but in this case we know who the rats are, and we know where they hide. The solution is obvious. It's just a matter of willpower. The New Orleans Archdiocese showed the fortitude to sweep the rats out. Now it's Boston's turn.
But I might see this one, because Bill "dog will hunt" Moseley is in it. He plays crazed Doktor Heinrich von Strasser. Nic Cage makes an extravagant cameo, too.
Also some horrifying things. Andrei Codrescu wrote a novel inspired by "The Blood Countess" Elizabeth Bathory, who tortured and killed 650 virgins because she thought their blood would keep her skin appearing youthful.
=== I hear a lot about the "benefits" of abstinence only education, but I don't hear much about the risks. Shouldn't we consider the danger of crazed, bloodthirsty vampiras who feast on virgins? It may be something to consider before thoughtlessly yielding to the authoritehstrukture.
Many thanks to the Dynamic Duo of nolabloggers who came by yesterday and presented me with a thoughtful gift because I'm one of their favorite bloggers. That was very sweet. Plus, I got a chance to show off my historic Barack Obama victory plate.
=== Also, I want to take this opportunity to congratulate E on a magnificent year of blogging at We Could Be Famous. Even more impressive is the success of his musical side project, MGMT. The Kids seem to like it. Deserved Fame is closer than ever!
I bet a friend that at some point in 2008 a conservative blogger would suggest that we hand out fake earbuds to street people, in order to mask the fact that they were talking to themselves. A cheap way to enhance human dignitude, or something.
For the past four years or so, my wife has given me a book of special coupons for Christmas (among other gifts). These special certificates are redeemable only to her for things like: a favorite meal, a long kiss, a cessation in nagging, a back rub, an adult handshake... etc.
Over the years, instead of using these books of coupons, I've decided to save them. (They have no expiration date printed on them, you see.) So I have like 60 different favors and services coming to me, and I'm impishly considering using all of them in one fabulous week (for me). Clever, huh?
My wife Lovely apparently views the coupons as a "win-win" X-mas present. I win because each year she gives me a thoughtful, homemade expression of her love for me, and she wins because I never redeem any of the coupons.
Well, that might change. Like I said, I'm quite tempted to use all of the saved coupons in a 1 week time-frame. A hedonistic blow-out, if you will. (Assume this is more important to me than it would seem.) How bad would that be?
In the comments and the poll please tell me what you think of my idea, by indicating which of the following reactions is most similar to your own.
1. This is not funny or cute, just mean. You don't deserve any of those coupons in the first place, and I'm sure Lovely intended for those books of coupons to expire in 1 year. Use a few of the ones from X-mas '08 if you must, and save the rest as keepsakes.
2. A deal's a deal. But you better Laugh it up this week, Scuzzball, because you'll pay for it later-- with interest.
3. Oyster, this devious little "redemption extravaganza" isn't noble behavior. But it is sort of funny. You're guaranteed to "make a memory" out of this silliness (and the painful aftermath), and "it will serve for sweet discourses in [the] time to come."
Can I get a "Hallelujah" for the steady hands that trimmed the Nazarene's stamen? ... And an "Amen"? ... You can do better than that. ... Thank you.
Tragically, the Holy Prepuce was stolen in 1983. Thus, for the past quarter century we've celebrated the Feast of the Circumcision with a nagging uncertainty and shame. Why did our generation have to lose (part of) the body of Christ? (It was in a shoebox in a priest's closet for goodness sakes-- how much more secure can you get?) Now I worry that we might all be cursed for eternity. Where is it? Who stole it? Worse still: what if the thieves misplaced or discarded the divine foreskin? Is there a small chance that any random piece of dead skin you see lying around might be... could be... the Holy Prepuce? Should we save all unclaimed pieces of dead skin that we find floating around, just in case? It's a scenario worth considering.
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In his yearly recap Drive-By Blogger claims that, back in October, he taught himself how to perform a circumcision. While we applaud DBB's attempt to broaden his rather narrow skill set, he could've simply asked Florida QB Tim Tebow to show him the ropes, rather than learn it the hard way.