I've been sitting on the blog sidelines quite a bit lately. Blogging can be like a long baseball game - sometimes I get bored and end up leaving for a while for a bathroom break or to get some nachos. Then when I get back to my seat, I'm like the aging baseball player and I just can't seem to get my swing around on the fastball anymore.
I dunno. But every once in a while as I'm sitting on the end of the bench in the late innings and sipping an after-work bourbon, I feel the tap on the shoulder from the skipper who says, "you're up, kid." So I walk slowly to the plate dragging my bat, the old bones creaking and under a hail of catcalls that I'm all washed up. I step to the plate - I knock the dried dirt from my cleats with he end of my bat. I dig in at the plate and stare at the punk pitcher on the mound and wait for whatever news he will be serving me up.
Here is my plate appearance on the Notre Dame Cathedral fire.
The official line seems to be that the fire's cause was accidental. Some are speculating terrorism. Listen people, if it walks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, if it farts like a duck, - it's probably a f%&king duck. And if it WAS a duck, I think we can all agree the duck is a devout muslim duck.
By the way, why was this church built in FRANCE? I'm sorry, but having a church with this historical significance and with it housing such priceless works of art and religious relics in France is akin to leaving your Lamborghini in the protection and capably shaky hands of deputy Barney Fife.
"Hey Barn, here are the keys to my priceless 850-year-old Catholic Cathedral. Try not to get any scratches on it."
I mean, c'mon! France? The French seem more concerned with Americans pronouncing Notre Dame with a long "A" than concerned with actually protecting this holy sanctuary. The fact that it hasn't been perpetually listing at 45 degrees is a miracle in and of itself I suppose.
A seeing eye single.
Here is my plate appearance on the muslim bombing attacks against Christians in Sri Lanka this Easter Sunday. (meme not mine tho)
The wife and I are what those leftists call 'Easter Worshippers', and so we showed up to St. Mary Queen of Angels Catholic Church this past Sunday a little early so we would get a seat from the expected influx of a large number of "Chreasters" (those folks who only show to Holy Mass on Christmas and Easter). Unfortunately these Chreasters never showed enmasse, and as it turned out, there were many empty seats available. I never thought I'd miss them but I did. What is happening to The Church?
Our Pastor just happens to be from India, so you can be assured he had a few words regarding the terrorist attack in Sri Lanka. To paraphrase, he said that in Mohammid's tomb you will find his desiccated bones. The tomb in which Jesus was buried is empty. While this statement seems self-evident on its face and not in any way inflammatory, I wonder if Pope Francey Pants would agree.
What is up with Pope Francis's advocacy for Islam and could it destroy Europe?
The chief proponent of putting forth a smiley-face view of Islam has been Pope Francis. He has reassured Christians that Islam is opposed to violence, advised Muslim migrants to find comfort in the Koran, and has portrayed terrorists as betrayers of true Islam. I've said it before and I'll say it again -
Impeach Pope Francey Pants.
Ground rule double.
You might say, "I have muslim friends and they are not murdering terrorists! Stop with you Islamophobia!"
My answer to you is quite simply that if your friends are truly muslim and they are truly not murdering terrorists, then your muslim friends are doing it wrong.
Peaceful muslims are actually channeling the love of the one and only triune God. one God in three persons, the "consubstantial Trinity". For, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God". the Creed confesses that the Spirit "proceeds from the Father and the Son.
Telling peaceful muslims that they should seek comfort in their Koran is like telling Katlyn Jenner he looks sharp in those size 13 red pumps and that evening gown. You're trying to make yourself feel better and more "tolerant" by ceding their lies to them, as if this makes you a good person? If you had a muslim friend and you truly loved them, you would tell them the truth. Namely, that their so-called prophet was a murdering pedophile unworthy of watching your 6-year-old daughter for 5 minutes while you run to the store (let alone be trusted to tend your pet goat sans chastity belt for that long) and who is dead and decayed in his grave, while Jesus, the Son of God's tomb is empty - for He is Risen and is seated at the right hand of the Father in glory - and in Him who the faithful put our hope and trust for salvation.
That said, I am a sinner and sometimes fall short of the glory of my lord. I'm not much of a cheek-turner, and if you try to pluck a whisker I will unleash whatever hell I am capable of bringing on you. I may not come out on top, but maybe at the very least by fighting back, we both crash into an empty field in rural Pennsylvania.
Walk off home run.
Now back to the nachos and bourbon.
