Tuesday, July 31, 2012
There is a city . . . Warsaw, Poland, where every August 1st the people - young and old - stop for one minute to pay homage silently to those who lost their lives in the Warsaw Uprising against Nazi occupiers in World War II.
The other day, my daughter told me that when she is 18, she wants to get a Polish eagle tattoo. On her "bucket list" of languages to learn is Polish, and today I bought her the first CD in the Rosetta Stone catalog to learn Polish.
My mother was Dorothy Leona Koretzky, daughter of Michael Koretzky and Wanda Witowska.
These are my people and I am so proud of them.
Polska! Sto lat!
A few posts below, I discussed the anarchy that was growing in California, when a protest against police brutality becomes reason for property destruction and looting. If that is the new recreation of the poor youth, however, when societal forces collapse, these 20 to 30-something hipsters in Brooklyn will be easy pickings, if they not already are:
At least Civil War re-enactors and members of the Society for Creative Anachronism study the history and strive for authenticity. But to be a grown-up and indulge in organized cardboard tube fights for "fun" is pathetic.
I respect a man’s desire to consider the priesthood. I encourage it. Lord knows we can always use more wonderful priests. Don’t let me get in the way of that. I wonder, and I’m just wondering out loud here, why they do that though- why do men who are considering whether they have a calling place personal ads on dating sites and extend dinner invitations to women? A genuine calling to serve the Lord isn’t supposed to be a second choice… if I can’t find a wife I guess there’s nothing else to do but become a priest.
She has a point. Hey, Vocational Directors of various Catholic dioceses: read this, okay? Maybe this is something you should be asking the guys that show up in your office. You might be surprised that they are surprised that they should not be playing two positions on the field, ya know?
|Don't be a Cutie - figure it out first|
The irony in the reporting was not lost on me. The protests are based in the police shooting of Manuel Angel Diaz, a local man with ties to gangs and the street name of "Stomper." The police stopped to talk to him; he ran; he presumably reached for something in his waistband and so the police officer drew and fired. The Orange County Register reported this:
Three friends of Diaz also spoke to the crowd, giving personal reminiscences.
"We were still talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up." The person making that statement is twenty-five years old, as is the decedent. To imagine a society where a 25-year-old can forge gang ties and yet still think about what he wanted to do "when he grew up" lends credence to Hansen's Road Warrior vision for California.
Monday, July 30, 2012
This is one of the girls arrested in New York City after they attacked, as a pack, a 63-year-old man and stabbed him. He survived, thank God, but I just can't get over the face on this one, and her silly-ass drop-waisted pants. You look stupid, girl. Hope you enjoy Rikers Island.
These were taken with a 50mm. I am inspired to see if I can find a cheap macro lens. I don't shoot macro that often, but it would be nice to have a proper one.
It is lovely to have friends like this in Tennessee. As we were wandering about in the woods, I thought how lucky I am for God to have led me here, away from the artifice that vexed me in Southern California.
To see other frog and friends photographs, go here.
A word on collecting: I could go onto eBay and start spending like crazy . . . but where is the fun in that? I prefer to make it a hunt and have things come to me serendipitously. Like two finds from this weekend, when I had a visiting friend who likes to browse antique shops.
My first daguerreotype. The daguerreotype was the oldest process and the more expensive one, as the image is on a silver-coated copper plate. A daguerreotype can be identified most easily by holding the image at different angles and seeing if it appears normal, or as a negative image, or disappears altogether, due to the very reflective nature of the image. A daguerreotype is usually found sealed under glass, with both a mat and a "preserver," an ornate stamped metal frame.
The young boy or teen above is a daguerreotype. It is slightly tinted and that fact - along with the fact that it is a daguerreotype - leads me to think that this young man came from a family of wealth. The ornately stamped preserver is a style generally seen in the late 1850's. I will not open the sealed photograph, unless I can find someone skilled in doing so, as that could irreparably harm the image; there may be more identifying within.
Ambrotype in Union case. The other photograph I found is this ambrotype, which is set in a Union case. "Union" in this sense has nothing to do with the Civil War - rather, the Union case was one of the earliest resin-based thermoplastics, that were machine-stamped and used for storage of photographs. Yes, plastics - even in the 1800's. "Union" happened to be the name of the company.
I included my iPhone so you can see how small the image is (and the daguerreotype is about equivalent in size as well). The ambrotype is printed on glass, and again, I would not take this apart without professional services. This image is also slightly tinted (on the cheeks) and because of that and the case, I would believe this pre-dates the Civil War as well.
This shows the detail on the outside of the Union case. For the record, these images were found in Clinton, TN.
I also found some tintypes. A few weeks ago, I found one in Harriman, TN that shows a woman and her sewing, but is also cool because it is under glass with both a fancy mat and preserver, and has a revenue stamp on the back - between August 1, 1864 and August 1, 1866, tintypists had to collect a tax for each photograph they took, and after doing so they affixed this stamp and made a mark on it. The revenue derived from this was used by the federal government to help finance the Civil War.
The stamp helps to date the photo - as well as lend credence that this was a Union sympathizer, since it is unlikely that a Confederate would pay the tax!
I look for unique characteristics in each photo, whether it is the quality or a feature on the image. I am hoping to find much sought-after post-mortem photographs of this era - often when a person died it was the only opportunity to capture their image - as well as Catholic images. It will take patience and perseverance, but isn't that the fun of collecting, the hunt and discovery?
If you are a D/A/T geek like me - drop me a line.
Short review: go if you happen to be in Nashville. Otherwise, I would not consider it THE reason to go to Nashville. Put it on your itinerary between The Hermitage and Tootsie's Orchid Lounge.
Not that it is not interesting a fun to visit. It is, if only for the cool Marathon Motors factory that it is housed in (I really would have enjoyed seeing more of the actual building). And, to be fair, for the items that were on sale, I was surprised by the prices - I expected them to be somewhat inflated since, presumably, they had been "picked" by either Mike or Frank (although there is no way of knowing that, except by the assurances of the staff), but they were not overly done.
But . . . a lot of the items bore the "NFS" tag - "not for sale." And really what was the main point of sales there was merchandising equipment for the TV show and the store. I thought I detected a shark jumping when I saw this:
Ah, now I see the host website, the Daily Caller, is also getting the same message.
Hmm . . .
At a reception at Buckingham Palace, the First Lady wore a jacket . . . that cost $6,800 and was designed by J. Mendel, a fashion studio that although has a Manhattan store, is actually a French company.
I could ask whether Barack Obama has any adviser of average intelligence who might have advised his wife that during an election year - and after the criticism that our Olympic team uniforms were made in China and looked more French than American - it would not be a good idea for her to wear a piece of clothing that costs more than what the average American family makes in a month - $4,284.
But why? Who in the mainstream media would even dare criticize Michelle Obama for choosing such an ensemble during a time of record unemployment and recession? Oh, wait - that last question presumes that anyone in the mainstream media would even want to do so.
Qu'ils mangent du gateau!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
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People in today’s culture want God to be their friend, but they ignore the reality that by the standards of all of the great monotheistic faiths, the One God is a God of justice and righteousness as well as a God of love. Rather than believing in the God of law and of justice, our society would rather believe in a comfortable God of our own making whose standards we create for ourselves in order to justify our own sins and shortcomings and make excuses for why our wrongs are right.
I have the good fortune to call the author of this article friend. Go read Dave's stuff, it's very good and gives a good perspective on l'affaire Chick-Fil-A.
Mothers of New York City, although your womb is indeed yours to do with as you please - to include vacuuming out the living child from it, according to your fiat, without regard for the child or its father - you will be coerced into breast feeding. I am sure some of the lacto-Nazis, who breastfeed their children into their elementary school years, will be pleased. For those like me who had inverted/flat nipples - resulting in excruciating pain when breastfeeding - or those women who must return to their job and do not wish to "milk" themselves every hour with a pump . . . tough darts, suck it up, and offer the pain up to New Reich City.
Please - if you are ready to explain away the miracle that Jesus perform, then the next step is to explain away the miracles of healing, ad hell, after that you might as well say He never died, but was in a coma and so His Resurrection was really Him coming out of it due to the ministrations of the womenfolk, and that's why they were there at the tomb on Easter.
And at that point . . . stop calling yourself "Christian."
Dear Father - you DO believe the sun danced at Fatima . . . don't you?
I understand Megan Rice's stance on war. She wants peace. Everyone does.
But she seems to have forgotten that she is a Catholic religious. And as such, using human blood for her agenda, even if it is her own, is an abomination. The human body shares in the dignity of "the image of God." Catechism of the Catholic Church 364. Christ did shed His Blood for us, but by His mandate, not ours. Using human blood in her protest smacks of paganism.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
I took a visiting friend to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park and ran into this little fellow (little girl?). A yearling, away from Mama, probably out looking for wild blackberries.
Taken July 28, 2012 in Tennessee.
Gay rights groups are furious at the Pope's choice of Rev. Cordileone to lead the San Francisco Archdiocese, which serves a half-million California Catholics.
"The appointment of Bishop Cordileone sends a chilling message that, in the eyes of the hierarchy, same-sex relationships are not worthy of equal dignity and respect," declared Human Rights Campaign President Chad Griffin.
Yes, and those damn mackerel snappers are against abortion, too. And find your conduct to be sinful as well.
As it has for the past 2000 years.
Gay rage, really? If you believe the Catholic Church - to which membership is voluntary - is irrelevant and out of touch with modern times, why would you give a rat's ass as to whom the Vatican appoints? And . . . do you demand the same of other religious groups.
I am often confused by how some people believe the Church must cater to their belief system and lifestyles.
Eve Ensler famously said: "My vagina's furious and it needs to talk." Our vaginas need to talk, too. They need to talk about the way women's rights are threatened worldwide--from anti-choice legislation to inappropriate rape jokes to economic inequality to war and occupation overseas that disproportionately affect women’s lives..
Join CODEPINK and V-Day to bring your vagina to the Republican National Convention in Tampa, FL August 27-30!
Together, we will bring our resilient, creative, powerful vaginas to Republican fundraisers and to the convention hall. We’ll also take part in the Coalition March on the RNC and other peace and justice actions.
For the record, I've been with mine 51 years and it hasn't said a damn thing.
You know, men are often criticized for "thinking with their smaller heads." Seems to me that these ladies are talking out of more than their asses, they've got both orifices from which to spew their inanity. Next time a guy exposes himself to one of tehm, she should not be offended - he's just trying to strike up a conversation.
|Seriously, you would be okay if your daughter walked around as a giant hair pie?|
Friday, July 27, 2012
The observation Miss Dubinsky makes that what turns you on is usually linked to a painful event from your life was the case for me. In some ways, I sought to relive the abuse of my childhood and of the molestation, seeking out older women - some kind, some brutal - in person, or by fantasizing about such situations, often assisted by the internet or lewd books. All of this reached its nadir in the relationship I had with B.
I emerged from that realizing I wanted, above all things, to be liberated from the slavery and tyranny of sin, and that frequent, valid reception of the Sacraments was assurance of that liberation. I needed Christ, His forgiveness and mercy. I still struggled with my fantasies over the years; I came to see that my relationships, my relationship with B., and my fantasies were intimately tied to experiences from earlier in my life.
How does one get out? In short, one must begin by seeing the hazard, the wickedness of the thing. It is difficult, in part because we live in a lonely, individualistic milieu that tries to trick us into denying the relational aspect of humanity. We are lulled into believing that we answer only to our own desires and objectives, denying that we are not individuals in isolation but rather individuals born into a great chain of relationships.
With those relationships come duties, such as those to parents, brothers and sisters, extended family. Later on, duties to schoolmates, teachers, coaches, employers, coworkers, etc. Absent all of those relationships, however, and therefore most central, we are children of God, made in His image and likeness; in our relationship to Him we recognize that we owe duties to Him as well, to be grateful, to love Him, and to love ourselves for His having made us. We come to see that the so-called "victimless crimes" of libertarian fantasy, such as prostitution, and "solitary pursuits" such as substance abuse, and pornography are grave violations of our own dignity, with consequences that deeply affect our abilities to relate to one another.
Dubinsky writes, in the original post:
I wish someone would have told all the men I've dated that the porn they are watching is keeping them from being turned on by me, ultimately destroying our relationship.
I wish someone would have told me it would subtly create a "victim" mentality in my mind, causing me to be even more sensitive than I already was to catcalls, whistles, and even sincere compliments., which I would have described then as "disastrous" but now see as purgative.
Powerful stuff. Go read.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Chik-Fil-A restaurants not only refuse to serve gays, but they beat them with kittens if they try to enter the premises . . .
Boston mayor Thomas Menino has vowed to do everything in his power as mayor to block the company from opening a location in Boston.in his city. On his official letterhead, Menino sent this:
"We are very much supportive of the family -- the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that.
"We operate as a family business ... our restaurants are typically led by families; some are single. We want to do anything we possibly can to strengthen families. We are very much committed to that," Cathy emphasized.
"We intend to stay the course," he said. "We know that it might not be popular with everyone, but thank the Lord, we live in a country where we can share our values and operate on biblical principles."
Gay activists plan a same-sex "kiss-in" day on August 3rd this year at Chik-Fil-A locations. What a bunch of spoiled brats - not content with simply choosing not to patronize the restaurant, they have to use it to shove their agenda in the faces of its patrons - because what else is their purpose? Former Arkansas governor is calling for August 1st to be Chik-Fil-A Appreciation Day, and is asking for people to go get themselves some fine chicken on that Wednesday. I will be there on August 1st - at least my grease stains will be honest.
And if you send me your pictures of you eating at Chik-Fil-A on August 1st, I will post them here.
By the way, do you know why people love Chik-Fil-A? Because it is so friggin' gooooooooood . . .
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Torrence Brown, Jr. was in Century 16 Theater when Holmes let loose. One of Brown's best friends, A.J. Boik, was shot in the chest and died. Brown, who was not physically injured, claims to now suffer from extreme trauma.
|Torrance Brown, Jr.|
1. The theater. Karpel claims it was negligent for the theater to have an emergency door in the front that was not alarmed or guarded. It's widely believed Holmes entered the theater with a ticket, propped the emergency door open from inside, went to his car and returned with guns.
2. Holmes' doctors. Karpel says it appears Holmes was on several medications -- prescribed by one or more doctors -- at the time of the shooting and he believes the docs did not properly monitor Holmes.
3. Warner Bros. Karpel says "Dark Knight Rises" was particularly violent and Holmes mimicked some of the action. The attorney says theater goers were helpless because they thought the shooter was part of the movie. Karpel tells TMZ, "Somebody has to be responsible for the rampant violence that is shown today."
As to that last statement, indeed someone does - but that may just turn out to be only James Holmes, who may just face no criminal culpability due to insanity. But evidently will not face civil liability from Mr. Brown as Holmes is noticeably absent from the lawsuit.
What are the damages? I have no doubt that Brown suffered shock and grief, both at the loss of his friend and general circumstances. But to what extent? Typically, in a civil case one must show damages to have a cause of action: loss of income, medical bills, etc. The shooting happened less than a week ago - but presumably Brown's attorney, Karpel, can already make the statement that he thinks Holmes' doctors dropped the ball.
And I would like to ask Karpel a question regarding his client: If "Dark Knight Rises" is particularly violent, why was Brown in the theater? Why did he not leave when the violence became apparent? If I were a defense attorney, I think I might want to take Brown's deposition and ask whether he is fond of video games, and which ones.
In my opinion, this seems to lack good faith and instead seems to be more of a rush to get first in line to collect money from . . . someone. But not Holmes - his pockets are not deep enough.
On a side note: I don't hear the sound of cloven hooves or smell brimstone here. Is Gloria Allred on vacation?
Tramar did not make it.
A Dog for Jesus
(Where dogs go when they die)
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it's delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
I know her heartbreak. I have owned a number of dogs over my lifetime and deeply felt the loss each time I had to say goodbye. They are such faithful animals. No matter where I go in the house, my pack follows. Sitting at my desk, Josie likes to crawl under the desk, while Dante remains at my feet, and Sam and Mac sleep nearby. At night, Dante is always underneath the bed on my side, keeping watch and any nighttime excursions, he quickly gets up to follow me, even to accompany me to the bathroom.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Today starts the bar examination in US states and territories. I have sat for and passed two: California and Tennessee. It's only a two day ordeal for Tennessee; California's test is three days.
So where am I right now? Standing on a podium, looking over a room full of nervous aspirants, typing what they hope to be the right answers into their laptops, in Knoxville. Checking them in this morning as one of the proctors, I swear the average age was 14. I'm getting old.
Good luck. Breathe deep. You'll do fine. It's not the end of the world.
Monday, July 23, 2012
I once heard a priest say, "I know God exists because prayer works."
On a layover in Memphis, Dolly Girl and I were walking to the terminal to catch a connecting flight. "You know, I wonder if Mr. Jim Neely has an outlet in the airport?" A short distance later, I saw God heard my prayer.
Chopped pork sammich, y'all!
I am, of course, anxious to get home to East Tennessee. My home was So Cal, and some pockets of "home" remain. I realized as I slept nights at the home of my friends, Terry and Eddie Lowenstein, and Mariana and Tracy Cockrell, that the security I felt in their houses was a sense of "being home." Same with the house and - oddly enough - the hair salon of my friend, Trish Schack (within the next 6 months, look for a studio shoot she and I are planning to promote her business). Events of earlier this year left me with a feeling of excommunication from my long-time parish, St. Joseph, in Santa Ana - those feelings were extinguished when its new administrator and my friend, Fr. Ed Becker, saw me at the funeral and hugged me, saying, "Welcome home . . . you will always have a home here at this church."
But real home is where the hearth is. I want to see my house up on Dog Hill, and kiss my husband and hug my son. And the pack . . . of the four, my Schnauzer, Dante, will remain glued to my side, determined not to let Mommy out of his sight for fear she will leave again.
Lord, let Dolly Girl and I have a safe journey.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sitting on the tarmac at Los Angeles airport (whose code is LAX, which was taken as the motto of its unionized workers) after flying in from Atlanta, I've decided I want an Emotional Support Assistance animal for my travels.
More specifically, I want a monkey. I'll name him Boo Boo and teach him to snarl at people I don't like. Those who fall in the True Asshole category will have his poo flung at them, on command.
And . . . with an opposable thumb, he can carry my credit card and fetch my drinks on the plane from the attendants in the back. Between his canines and propensity to hurl defecation, I think Boo Boo will provide fast service.
I'm calling my therapist now to do the paperwork.
Boo Boo, the Emotional Support Assistance Minkee.
I don't have a picture of a snarling monkey, but here's LAX after we landed.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
On this day in 1794, 16 Carmelite nuns were executed by guillotine during the French Revolution.
Brave, brave women. I doubt I could do the same.
Anyone here old enough to remember when Bill Cosby would tell jokes and stories about his family and neighborhood, without profanities and racist comments? Listen, I can drop a fuck with the best of them, but Lopez's shtick is a tired one.
|You got the "loser symbol" backwards, George . . . on second thought, it's pointing in the right direction.|
Monday, July 16, 2012
General Rule of Thumb: Any parish with a mission statement should be avoided like the plague.
RIP, Steve Covey.
President Obama, in a speech to supporters, suggested business owners owe their success to government investment in infrastructure and other projects -- saying “if you’ve got a business, you didn’t build that.”
That's the thought I had when I saw this headline:
Bishop Matthew Clark leaving indelible mark on diocese
He’s shown benevolence towards gay and lesbian Catholics, given leadership roles to women not seen in other dioceses, and has generally been accepting of progressive theologians, such as Curran.
I think unnecessary confusion is brought into Catholicism when the Church itself uses terms like "conservative" and "liberal." The bottom line for any bishop - indeed, any priest - is whether he is following the teachings of the Magisterium. It may be that he does not agree with certain concepts - that is irrelevant because prior to prostrating himself before the altar at his ordination, he knew he was taking a vow of obedience.
It is one thing to be lukewarm towards certain teachings - it is another to ignore or disobey them. I have a good friend in the Diocese of Rochester, and she has seen the Catholic schools there suffering a slow death, while laity and unordained religious - mostly progressive nuns in pantsuits - have been allowed to deliver homilies at Mass. Indeed, I seem to recall a story from her about the Bishop allowing a Protestant clergyman to concelebrate the Mass, including Consecration.
As a Catholic, I rely on my faith to be my bedrock, to be my foundation. When it starts being served like Heinz ketchup - 57 varieties - it becomes unsteady. Christ established His church with a hierarchical leadership as He did for a reason. And membership and participation therein is voluntary.
As with Tod Brown of Orange, I hope the Pope accepts Matthew Clark's retirement and puts them both out to pasture. They are supposed to be watch dogs - not sheep.
Does that seem a little hard nose? Let me reiterate - membership and participation therein is voluntary. And before someone jumps on my shit, no, I do not think "benevolence towards gay and lesbian Catholcis" is a bad thing, unless that "benevolence" means doing things like allowing the drag queen group, the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, to hold bingo games on church property or turning a blind eye to priests in homosexual relationships that compromise their vows of celibacy.
|She deserves better.|
Sunday, July 15, 2012
|The London 2012 mascots - with variable speeds (batteries not included)|
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Weight that I had lost before I moved to East Tennessee has returned, thanks to the wonderful cooking of the South. Worse, when I have given blood, I have gotten a lovely letter to thank me for my donation . . . oh, and to tell me that my cholesterol is above normal.
The weight gain is less of a concern than the cholesterol. My family relies on me a lot. I had my eldest when I was 36 and my youngest when I was 39. As an older parent, I feel I have a greater responsibility to make an effort to remain in good health for my kids. As I would tell my clients during divorces, take care of yourself, because your children will need you more as adults than as kids - and their problems then will be adult-sized. The last thing they will need is to also have to care for an elderly parent. This is especially true when so many couples past 40 only have one child - seriously, you want to saddle your child with that?
And so I joined my local YMCA with its 25-yard length pool. At first, I joined Zumba classes = and I still participate in them - but there was a strain on my 51-year-old left knee. Then I decided to join an Aqua Zumba class. Notwithstanding the fact that I friggin' spiked the median age when I first went (the group has been joined by younger folk), I found I enjoyed the overall "tingle" after class, achieved by engaging more of my body and with the added resistance of the water.
Then I thought, okay, I know how to swim, being a former Camp Marydell girl - what if I just "took it easy?" Taking it easy meant limiting myself to two strokes: the side stroke and the back stroke. And - not rushing. Lord know I have enough fat to keep my buoyant. Instead, I took my time and concentrated on the stroke, with its proper form.
|Not me, alas - but I am getting there.|
And it is getting easier. And what I am finding is that while my muscles are fatigued after a swim, they're not sore - and the hot shower in the locker room is Heaven. My "bingo wings" - you know, the upper arm flab - are growing smaller. Today I saw a noticeable indent in my waist.
Do I still look like Shamu in my nerdy black-and-white swim suit? Oh yeah, and add the swim cap and it is even more a comical sight. Do I care? Ah, that is one of the benefits of being over 50 and going through some cognitive therapy when I was in a bad spot earlier this year - I couldn't give a rat's ass how I look. Because I know how it makes me feel . . . strong.
On weekdays, shortly after 6:00 am, the water is smooth as glass. The Y keeps it heated - this morning it was around 80 degrees. Few people, if any, get there that early, but Tyler, the young lifeguard, still must sit in his spot. I have told him, his music does not bother me, so he turns it up and I have upbeat, Christian music playing as I swim (although I can only really hear it on the sidestroke). I am out, showered and dressed, by 8:00 am.
Today, the weekend life guard had on a local pop station that was having a flashback weekend of 70's music - hearing certain songs, I am young again, back at Camp Marydell in Nyack, NY, swimming . . .
And with it comes the usual quotes from well-intentioned Catholics: "Praise God!" "Welcome home, Katie!" "Thank you, God, for saving her and the child!" "she knows what she's talking about!"
Fellow Catholics! Given the money at their disposal for a long, drawn-out legal fight, given the swiftness of their divorce settlement and the confidentiality around it, given the fact that Katie Holmes got what she wanted . . . DO YOU REALLY THINK SHE WOULD SAY SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS PUBLICLY?!?!
Actually, to those who disparage the Catholic Church, this is called irony - and by resharing it on Facebook and posting it along with the cute cat pictures, oh ye brethren mackeral-snappers . . . y'all making all of look pretty stupid.
So, please, in the spirit of St. Thomas Aquinas, stop and think before you post.
Updated: Oy, people, what did I just tell you?!