Hey don’t mention that god to me, I’m done with him, that tornado in OK was the last straw. Everyone knows their hardly any sin in OK to speak of. What’s he up to now? Deterence? Preventive scare?

I always preferred the Devil anyway at least he was always coaxing you to do fun things like sassing your mother, swearing, lying, and playing with your…. And BTW I’m really sick of people not capitalizing his name. It’s his name right? Everybody gets their name capitalized.

Your use of a negative stereotype of young people (adolescent language) is actually more offensive since it defames a whole group of people who already are looked down on. Irony lives!

From all appearances jc was likely gay himself. As for as those who wrote the stories about him, what was their orientation? Why don’t priests marry? most don’t want to. Seems to me likely a large part of the church early on and on down thru the monasteries etc. was organized around a gay orientation.

Obviously I know nothing of church history such as it is and plan to keep it that way. Just waiting for it to go away here as it has in Europe etc.

No, I prefer they keep digging, the poop they fling is increasingly falling in on top of themselves.

One might say, might one, that the Gallup poll shows that the faithful lie easily, and by about 80% in this case. Seems they have a rule about lying, but I guess it’s not always operative.

The ‘intrinsically disordered’ bishop plowing new ground in the vast field of of catholic irony

Thank you for reminding us what we are deep down. None of us would exist without our natural feeling of care for others. There are so many forces trying to take it away from us, unfettered capitalism anyone? Challenge the purveyors of the ‘me first, us first’ attitude wherever they appear.

I do hope that the beliefs you expressed or implied are sincerely held ones and not the other kind. Do I take it that your sincere beliefs are consistent enough that you would offer similar advice on hearing that, in conformity to the owners religious sincerely held religious beliefs, a person of color was refused service at a Woolworth lunch counter?

Looks scary to me. How about a happy or at least a benign face.

So when did they start this ‘stress’ thing? Don’t recall it growing up. Is this what you mean? : load, weight; anxiety, concern, uneasiness, worry; aggravation, anger, annoyance, exasperation, irritation, persecution, trouble?

I think it used to be called ‘life’. Then the pill pushers began market it.

I blame the marketers for damn near every problem.

So I’m takin a break on despising obama, turning my disgust towards the voters where I guess it belongs. Yada Yada, misleading mass media, yada, yada. I think Nader was right a few years ago. We gonna need more war, more unemployment, more bank/wallstreet theft, more cuts in SS, medicare, more development towards the police state, more climate change… for our edification. We are just too fat and happy as things are. What’s it gonna take to wake up boobus americanus? Doubt I will live to see it.

Now that you mention it, I blame the invention of the wardrobe, where it all began. Better we had left it as something comfy to wear in the locked ward.

Closets. The american invention of the ‘walk-in’ closet enabled this accumulation and signaled the ending of civilization as we have known it. We could have nipped it in the bud with a librul tax on closet space but it’s too late now.

You cannot get rid of closet smell but if you don’t go in there you won’t notice it so much.

Inspiration from the past. Thinking of the 2 bedroom, two closet house six of us lived in when I was growing up and trying to recall where we kept our stuff, well duh, we didn’t have stuff. We weren’t poor but I don’t recall things like we have now. Xmas decorations were in the attic with maybe some old clothes. Seems to me that now I can store most everything I want to save in my big cell phone.

Mornin, Elliot, pups,

OK here’s the plan; live as if I were moving back into my 19 foot camper van in a day or two. I lived/traveled in that van for about five years when a friend advised me of a big house on the paradise island of Galveston for sale cheap. So coming up to two years in June I have been accumulating stuff, mostly garage sale stuff unable to pass up. Just yesterday I began gathering stuff to take over to a neighbors yard sale. The adventure begins again. 28oo square feet must go into 120 square feet. The compromise this time is to acquire a large storage trailer I can fill and park someplace and just let the heirs deal with it. Wish me luck.

My money is on a miracle.

If Krill’s mother were alive would she let him go out in public dressed like that?