Upon The Feast Of The Visitation

The Baptizer gets baptized.

Tropical Storm Arthur Forms

Take That, ObamaGirl

I laughed, I cried.



Dip of the do-rag to Mrs. Swaim.

An Interview I Am Not Going To Do

In case the print is too small for your deteriorating vision to discern, that tiny part you can't read is Fr. Richard Rohr singing the praises of this work of literature.

Thanks, but no thanks. I had my fill of aging hippies with breathy voices and dead brain cells advocating disembodied spiritualities when they turned me into a homeless person. Although, if any of my readership wants it, I think I still have the box it came in...

'I Have Bought A Piece Of Land And I Need To Go Out And Look At It; Please Consider Me Excused.'

I bought a house. I'm moving on Saturday. Life is chaos. No blogging for now.

Upon The Feast Of St. Augustine Of Canterbury

"Rowan Williams, you're sitting in my seat."

This Day In History

On May 23, 1533, King Henry VIII of England finally completed his seperation from Catherine of Aragon. What is one to say? This is the event around which the Church of England sprang from the sporadically fertile loins of Henry VIII, and over which St. Thomas More was demanded his life.

Celebrating 445 years of seperation of state and Church...