Pope Francis finally addressed the Catholic Church’s truth in a letter to his global flock. Admitting that there was institutional abandonment of its vulnerable children. Too little too late for decades of victims. But. A good start. Still. How many priests are in jail for committing obvious sexual predator crimes?
WSJ’s great sports columnist, Jason Gay poses a question. If you owned an NFL team today would you sell it or hold on to the investment? Given injuries, political controversies, player misconduct, lagging attendance, tv ratings. What would you do?
Melania Trump sporting a pussy bow as she headlines a cyber bullying conference. First First Lady Troller-in-Chief.
Sizzling in the City. Weeks of air conditioned whirring leads to wondering.
How can Catholics continue to go to church? Where are you Francesco? Don’t say you’ll hold those accused or covered it up accountable. Boston’s Cardinal Law just died in the Vatican’s lap of luxury. A generational epidemic with no cure-ate in sight.
Why would Broadway talent & Melania impersonator Laura Benanti take part in the Luann de Lesseps Real Housewives Countess Cabaret Show? Sad.
Why do professional women on television continue to dress like they are at the beach or going to a hoochi afterhours club? If men wore muscle shirts would you take them seriously?
Will Tiger ever win another major? Still mourning his runner-up finish at the PGA a week ago. Broken record alert! He needs new blood on the bag. Ditch Joey. And. The driver.
Why is Trump having a Hamptons fundraiser in the middle of the day on a summer Friday? Because he is Trump the ultimate traffic troll. And. For a hot dog.
Christmas Eve Lobster Palooza! No Newburg this year. Thanks to Alicat & Co.
Centerpiece by Joe
Then. Midnight services. Glorious music. Gorgeous architecture. Lots of incense.
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine
Sinterklaas Eve. Dutch tradition. December 5th. Putting carrots out for Sint Niklaas so he will fill the wooden shoes with candy for the children. No chimneys involved. Nor toys. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could leave it at that? Done! Kids can get toys & games all year long now anyway. On Amazon. Not only is bricks & mortar retail on its last gasp. So soon is consumer Christmas! Back to families, carols & food. Yay.
Larry David & Lin Manuel Miranda’s Fatwa! the Musical. Please. Broadway!
btw Deutsche Bank isn’t Dutch.
Earthquakes. Mexico. Check. Superstorms. Puerto Rico. Caribe. Florida. Check. World War 3. Iran. North Korea. Check. According to a Christian numerologist, this coming Saturday, September 23 the world will end. Biblical signs sure are lined up. Exoplanets newly discovered may go rogue. Nostradamus nothwithstanding. Won’t plan on going to book club next week.
Again. Brothers at the center of terrorist attack. This time Belgium. It started with the Tsarnaev sibs of the Boston Marathon massacre. The Chechen Brothers KaramazOff. Disaffected young men ostracized and marginalized in their adopted or native land. Attracted by a global gang of thugs to mount revenge in the name of religion but with no real devotion to it.
So. It we take Cruz and Trump to their logical conclusions. Arrest all swarthy young brothers. Just to be safe.
What happened to Sunday? It used to be devoted to going to Church. Gathering to pray in the local house of worship. Today, Americans of all denominations can be seen genuflecting in front of the big screen and the NFL. Football has kidnapped a whole day of the week. Klieg lights illuminate gigantic stadiums as altar candles flicker out.
Families gather around a communion bowl of Doritos in fervent prayer for their team to prevail. Players themselves raise their eyes toward the Lord in praise and thanks. Devoted dance. God must love them more than the Broncos, Seahawks or Colts. On any given Sunday. Faith is powerful. So is our quarterback.