Then I might as well hang up my garter belt and forget about it? Rats!

Don't.

You can bet she knows him better than anyone else does. How many women could be so blind as to claim a legitimate innocence after all these years? He may have made her a kept woman, but not w/o her knowledge and consent therefore equal guilt. She has her palace and status for now though she won't like the bill when it comes due.

Wouldn't it be karmic if wifey or the girlfriend offed him?

Every word out of Robertson's filthy mouth marks him as a true heretic

Not only in a religious sense but by any sane and decent secular standard as well.

HE'S A SOCIOPATH!!!!!

A pox on their house

I consider myself a devout Catholic (regardless of opinions to the contrary here in RedNeckLand), but I intend to carry with me written instructions to avoid Catholic Hospitals in the event of life-threatening emergencies when traveling. I've always vowed to stick around and haunt anyone who even tried to circumvent my end-of-life directive, and if they think I'm a pain in the neck now, just wait!

Pix of Brigid AND Molly Maguire at last!

All but the bottom one of Brigid were taken this morning. We tried to get the two to stand together but they were too hyper. See how Brigid has grown in 3 months! All her food seems to grow her taller; she's not filling out yet although she gets all she wants to eat. She's about a half inch taller than MM, and I hope she doesn't grow too much taller or she might try to jump the 4' fence someday, which she could. At least she does have tiny feet, so maybe.... I'm 5' and she can stand up at 6 months and put her paws in my hands. It's the only trick she knows. I DIDN'T crop her tail; it's just curved out of sight.

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I can sympathize with the creeped-out lady

Because I had a peeper one time. Well, technically. I'd just moved in the night before and didn't have the windows covered yet. No fence up either, of course. The chows were so stressed and exhausted that I'd given them a sedative for the night and they were out like a light. But I heard a tapping on the window of the living room where we'd crashed, and when I looked in that direction I saw the ugliest mug imaginable pressed tightly against the pane. Think Don Knotts after being kicked by a mule and you'll know what I mean.

I screamed instinctively which woke the dogs and they started their noise, so the guy jumped back. When I ran outside to confront the old coot, leaving the dogs inside, he was shaking like a leaf. He claimed he only wanted to talk to me and ask if I was going to have a yard sale since there were still various items on my porch. Which was probably true or else why did he announce himself. I spoke to him rather sharply and warned him that if he ever came around again, I'd let the chows have their way with him. He toddled away as fast as he could. Having decided he must be a bit dotty I never called the police and the guy never came back, of course. But it was still scary and I had bad dreams for awhile.

But yeah, I like the paintball solution best for electronic spies.

Thanks for the post.

I'm sure this coordination of services for the poor pleases not only Dorothy Day but all of heaven itself.

I even got to meet Angela Davis once at a rally

My fiance started to introduce us but she was giving me that stern look, so I put on my best Jimmy Carter smile, reached for her hand, and said "My name is ****, but you can call me Honky!" She didn't expect that at all, so when the shock passed she laughed. Word always had it that she was not an easy person to amuse. But I had to do something to break the ice, and that was the first thing that popped into my head; so as usual, I said it. It's a blessing and a curse, because I tend to follow impulses. Sometimes people want to hug me, other times not. Definitely NOT!

Don't think of it as necessarily an absolute union

But perhaps, rather a kissing cousins type of thing. Catholic priests have always been allowed to practice Buddhism as well since the latter IS a philosophy rather than a religion, and they can co-officiate with Buddhist monks at weddings. A lot of Americans don't seem to know this and if they do, they often disapprove. But it's common in Asian countries and a pretty fine idea in my view.

So if a Catholic priest can co-officiate with a Buddhist monk at a holy rite, then why can't the same be done with Anglicans? As I recall, at least at one time efforts were being made to reach the same agreement with Lutherans. Although I'm told that in Missouri the official Lutheran position remains that the Catholic Church is the whore of Babylon, not Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama! Unless they think it's a trinity of some kind. No wonder the flocks are so set against each other.