The Meddlesome Priest :

Angels fall out of the sky all the time. One was a Russian bride named Lena Ova. Guess she leaned too far. Just because her wings were fake doesn’t mean she wasn’t a real angel. Oh, you think it’s funny? If you want God to laugh, then tell Him of your plans. You ask why would God make fun of us? What else has He got to do? He built derision into the design of the universe. Otherwise He’d get bored. However perfect, it has to be boring just loving yourself. Even fourteen-year-old boys give that handy-craft up rather quickly. So, make sure rednecks can’t wash the blood off their pickups. Make sure Mexicans park their cars on the lawn. And don’t let Orientals know how to drive. Whatever you do if you’re God, give Africans racist glasses since 'race' doesn’t even exist in human biology. These things keep the universe laughing. Splat! There goes another angel falling from the sky. Actually, what you do with the shotgun I give you for your Christmas is none of my busines...

The shooting culture war is just about to be begin by the Left   “Moral narcissism pervades our educational system. Instead of cultivating rigorous reasoning, inquiring minds, and appreciation of the diversity of views about freedom and equality that constitutes the American political tradition, many of our schools—from kindergarten through college—proselytize on behalf of progressive political aims.” --- Roger L. Simon, in “ I Know Best: How Moral Narcissism Is Undermining Our Republic What have fools learned at the University of Waterboarding? Why, moral narcissism of course.  It's now OK to destroy your enemies if they are not cultural-Marxist-Gaystapo-Femmafia soldiers.  Nesting birds, whores, and well fed dogs always return to the halls of their masters for a treat. Last century's philosophy is this century's mythology. In death we are all the same. But some are more the same than others. Haven’t you noticed? No one in prison is guilty. Every phony PhD...

  Senator McCarthy: “Are you now, or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party?” The Meddlesome Priest: “ Of course not, Senator, I have a soul. Members of the Communist Party, by definition, have no souls. Therefore, Senator…. Bailiff: “Remove The Meddlesome Priest. Next witness.” A soul is a kiss to build a dream on. Forgotten kisses are packed away in attic trunks awaiting curious cats. Like other things, they should not be counted along with years, lovers, and glasses of wine, Capella tells us. Fate, Fortune, and Destiny are the husbands of our soul. The first is imponderable, the last two are innumerable. Someone took the time to create the constellations so we could not count our souls in stars. Truth is the acceptance of the reality under the reality. Instruments and devices, play things of science, only measure obvious realities. We are the hidden realities, as Juliet put it so well; “ When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, ...

Memories can only be harvested from the dead. Plato would have loved her. “Miss Perception” was an equal opportunity stripper. She displayed her wares nightly at the Old Howard Theater in the Scollay Square section in rancid Boston long before the ‘Big Dig’ ran over budget. Eddie got us seats next to JFK one Friday night. Jack previewed what Bill Clinton could do with a cigar. We were 15. Eddie’s dad was in the mafia. Jack was only a Congressman at the time. But, he had big ideas.  Maybe. She descended from the ceiling riding a white baby grand piano. To the strains of ‘The Stripper’ from the David Rose orchestra, she seductively masked her intimate parts with skillful twirls of a long, pink feather boa.  What a sight! Pure Platonic essence of politically correct stripper. She was the first Buddhist Eskimo in an iron- lung to strip for JFK. Mea culpa! Lewd, shouting, cat-calls, lascivious whistling from drunks and trolls down front was only outdone by the st...