This van belongs to one of our maintenance guys. I walk by it every time I take out the trash, and it usually has some combination of “REPENT YE SINNERS!” emblazoned on its windows.
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“June 25th 1821, Patk Hunt to Catharine Kilduff, being dispensed in the prohibitted Degrees of 3&3 of Kindred, Pres[ent] John Hunt & Thos. Murphy”
I have no idea how closely Patrick and Catherine were related–they aren’t my ancestors–but related they apparently were. That’s okay though, I guess, as long as the Church gives you a dispensation.
Also look at how nice the handwriting is! Calligraphic, even. Unfortunately most of the parish registers do not look this lovely, and they certainly aren’t this legible.
Circle the ghosts
and dance for joy
on this sacred day
And may I say, I’m not at all sorry to see that Papa Ratzi is resigning at the end of the month?
Rapture by Blondie
Harold Camping has disappeared. Now, the cynical among us might think he’s hiding out or that he’s died of embarrassment after May 21st came and went and we weren’t all Hoovered up into Heaven. I, however, prefer to think that his rapture visions were true, but that he misunderstood, and that yesterday God called him–and him alone–home. Or maybe it was Satan. I get those two mixed up sometimes.
I’ve been reading a lot of fundamentalist Christian blogs lately, and one of the things that has especially bothers me is the purity pledge phenomenon. The fathers promise to protect their daughters’ hymens until the girls are married, at which point ownership of the daughter is transferred from father to husband. The girls–some of them just 5-6 years old–must promise to abstain from sex until marriage. There is, of course, no corresponding ceremony for mothers and sons, because boys have no responsibility to remain pure. The girls must not only police their own sexuality, but that of the males as well. If the boys stray, it’s the girls’ fault, because girls are all dirty dirty whores deep down inside. It’s “she was asking for it” with a fundie twist.
Anyway, romantic dates with dad? O gross!
When the End Times come, everyone but Kirk Cameron and his banana will be stuck here on Earth.
If you find you’ve misplaced your corkscrew in the ensuing chaos, not to worry! All you need to open a bottle of wine–and those of us Left Behind will surely be requirous of an adult beverage–is a shoe.
I just got back from running errands, one of which took me past a Christian school where a ball game was in progress. The players were wearing long, tunic-y uniforms with large crosses on the front. It looked for all the world like a bunch of little kids were heading off for their first crusade, and I wonder if the analogy was intentional.