Here’s the thing: The Catholic Church needs to return to the glorious old days when it robotically controlled the huge generation of Baby Boomers. They can start by returning recitation of the Mass to Latin, rapid-fire delivery in a language no one understands. Father Bonfiglio could say Mass in 20 minutes in Latin. The altar boys timed him. And bring back the doughnuts. And it was fun to attach a tissue to your hair with Bobby pins. Was it a mortal sin for women not to cover their heads in church? And we protest the burka as being too restrictive? Really — a burka is not nearly as humiliating as a wad of Charmin’ worn on the head.
Hit me on the knuckles with the clicker. Once the principal, Sister Joseph Josephine, said to me, « Where do you think you’re going, Lady Jane? » I’m still suffering PTSD because of that.
My principal, Sister Mary Jeanne, informed our tiny Mississippi Delta school that she was waging "war on gum." She was also a speeding repeat offender and was often seen by students (including me) pulled over on the side of the road, talking to a copy, as we passed her on the way to school. Her nickname among students: "The Flying Nun."
Here’s the thing: The Catholic Church needs to return to the glorious old days when it robotically controlled the huge generation of Baby Boomers. They can start by returning recitation of the Mass to Latin, rapid-fire delivery in a language no one understands. Father Bonfiglio could say Mass in 20 minutes in Latin. The altar boys timed him. And bring back the doughnuts. And it was fun to attach a tissue to your hair with Bobby pins. Was it a mortal sin for women not to cover their heads in church? And we protest the burka as being too restrictive? Really — a burka is not nearly as humiliating as a wad of Charmin’ worn on the head.
What did they do to you?
I thought this article was going to be an instructional about camping. Guess I’ll go see what the Presbyterians are offering.
They offer NOTHING.
"Plus Francis supports divorced and remarried Catholics to once again receive holy communion, which has basically ruined it for everyone."
/dead
Hit me on the knuckles with the clicker. Once the principal, Sister Joseph Josephine, said to me, « Where do you think you’re going, Lady Jane? » I’m still suffering PTSD because of that.
My principal, Sister Mary Jeanne, informed our tiny Mississippi Delta school that she was waging "war on gum." She was also a speeding repeat offender and was often seen by students (including me) pulled over on the side of the road, talking to a copy, as we passed her on the way to school. Her nickname among students: "The Flying Nun."
I had a Sister Mary Jeninne. They basically all shared the same name.