Paul VI's spurned love letter turns 38

Today is July 25, 2006.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday Humanae Vitae! Happy Birthday to you!

And many more.....

Shedding light on the Luminous Mysteries

The author sent this to me, so I sent it to you. A kind of primer to the Rosary in light of John Paul II's re-configured mysteries.

There go the brides

What? I thought lesbian couples were famously rock-solid and life-long by nature? Then why do so many "gay marriage" pioneers break up?

Now their daughter will have two mommies living separate lives.

Nice going, Massachusetts.

Muslim cleric hates the British so much that he...

Some of you will remember crazed Muslim cleric Omar Bakri, England's leading voice of praise for terror jihadists. He left the Evil English Empire on a one-way ticket to Beirut to get away from it all.

Doh!

Now Now he's begging the Royal Navy to get him outta there.

If I may borrow a Yiddish term, there's chutzpah, then there's chutzpah.

Tolkien. Grave. Spinning.

Loved The Lord of the Rings? My friend Barbara Nicolosi heard director Peter Jackson say that the real theme of the LOTR movies was "protecting the environment."

You read right. Protecting the environment.

Tolkien's epic drama reduced to a green ad.

Now this.

I, for one, am glad the great man is not alive to see what the LOTR profiteer leeches have done with their cash.

When abortionists repent, convert and unite

Satan is clever, God is a genius.

Now doctors who quit killing babies for a living can find support and encouragement in The Centurion Society.

Hat tip to ole Quintero for tracking this down.

Episcopal spine specimen

Bishop John Yanta of Amarillo, TX, has gently, charitably but firmly lowered the boom on the allegedly delicate issue of young women dressing like, well, (koff koff) dressing immodestly to Mass.

I, for one, am tired of walking up to Holy Communion when the girl in front of me has on tight sweatpants bearing the word JUICY across her buttocks. And how 'bout them beach flip-flops? Or how about the shapely Extraordinary Minister of the Eucharist with the plunging neckline? To make matters more awkward, according to Cardinal Mahoney's Pastoral Letter Gather Faithfully Together, EMs are supposed to look you straight in the eye as they distribute the Host. This often translates in reality as a dew-eyed, quasi-romantic glance -- at the very moment you're expectantly waiting to receive Jesus.

I've heard immodest dress defended here in LA because of the heat. Trust me. Amarillo is more deadly in the summer than low-humidity Los Angeles.

No, I'm not saying people need to wear top hat and tails to Mass, nor even that more casual attire is inappropriate when it's hot out. I am saying that people have generally not been instructed from the pulpit to keep in mind, when choosing what to wear to Mass, Whom it is they meet and consume during the sacred Liturgy.

Far too many young people (especially) dress for Mass in ways they'd never dream of dressing for a job interview. Ironically, if the same people were invited to a Presidential gala, they'd instinctively wear their Sunday best.

Yes, I'm glad they're in church in the first place anyway, blah blah blah. That's not really the point, is it.

De profundis

Seriously, if it could, mind you, how much wood would a woodchuck realistically be expected to chuck?

Also, did Joanie really love Chachie, or were they just actors pretending?

Finally, I have felt for many years that Whitney was saving all her love for me, personally. But I must say she's been extremely subtle about this, never having called me once.