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March 14, 2006

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Fiendish

This reminds me of an article a couple of years ago in Chronicles that adopted all of the now-prefered usages, except that the word employed was "morose" instead of gay. And in conclusion, here is Dictionary.com on "morose":
adj : showing a brooding ill humor; "a dark scowl"; "the proverbially dour New England Puritan"; "a glum, hopeless shrug"; "he sat in moody silence"; "a morose and unsociable manner"; "a saturnine, almost misanthropic young genius"- Bruce Bliven; "a sour temper"; "a sullen crowd" [syn: dark, dour, glowering, glum, moody, saturnine, sour, sullen]

Mrs. Peperium

Fiendish, The same fellow who has his feelings hurt when someone calls him homosexual, has no problem hurling homophobic or homophobia at others even though it makes it "sound like a disease or a disorder". Also from Americablog this morning :
"Nearly a half-century ago, John Kennedy challenged bias against the Catholic Church. Now, Romney is defending bias from the Catholic Church. Romney works for all the people of Massachusetts. It is a shame to see him doing exactly what Kennedy forswore nearly a half-century ago: accepting instructions on public policy from the pope.
"And what's also a shame is that the once-respected Catholic Charities is now nothing more than a haven for gay-hating bigots. Catholic Charities has long been welcomed to the progressive table in DC politics, attending meetings with other liberal groups, etc. No more.

"Next time a Catholic Charities representative tries to attend a meeting of liberal advocacy groups, someone should show the homophobic bigot the door - preferably a gay parent. These sorry excuses for human beings would rather leave orphaned children homeless than let them be adopted by loving gay parents.

"Catholic Charities is homophobia. Do not support them any longer."

Mrs. Peperium

BTW, isn't the lad aware of separation of Church and State? Romney is defending the rights of his citizens - all of them to practice their religion.

Mrs. Peperium

Have a bracer before you read this :

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2006/03/07/wspain07.xml&sSheet=/news/2006/03/07/ixworld.html

Misspent

There was an article in Touchstone magazine a few months ago that traced the origins of the term "homosexual." Even that word is not very old.

http://www.touchstonemag.com/archives/article.php?id=18-10-036-f

Andrew Cusack

St. James, Martyrs of Spain, and Francisco Franco, ora pro Hispania!

Fiendish

Pretty soon, this will all be as American as Progenitor B-hood and apple pie.

Misspent

This is troublesome. A comes before B, so are the Spaniards saying that Progenitor A is superior to Progenitor B?

Fiendish

No sweat. You can be born an A, and self identify as a B. (Don't confuse this with Alphas and Betas in Huxley's dystopia.)

Mrs. Peperium

More on Catholic Charities and the gay agenda by Jeff Jacoby of the Boston Globe ;
http://www.boston.com/news/globe/editorial_opinion/oped/articles/2006/03/15/kids_take_back_seat_to_gay_agenda/

Card's wife

Mrs. P, are you there?

Mrs. Peperium

Barely.

Card's wife

Me too. How about Dick O'Dow's on Friday?

Mrs. Peperium

No.

Card's wife

Mrs. P, you'll feel better later. It's only a hamster.

Mrs. Peperium

That's not it. It has been my policy to celebrate St. Patrick's Day in the privacy of my own home or someone else's. This policy was instituted do to a near miss when I was just a mere slip of a college girl. My roommates and I were invited to a St. Patrick's Day party by some very nice gentlemen from Fiendish's alma mater, Boston College. It was while at that party when I was dancing to 'Tainted Love' while standing atop the back of a sofa that I lost my footing - there were about 5 of us on the sofa ridge and I was the only girl - and fell backwards and nearly out a window. The only thing that saved me from falling 5 stories down was a quick thinking Irishman. I also instituted a policy of not dancing on the backs of sofas no matter how attractive the men were.

Quicquid

I now have the image of Mrs. P dancing on the back of a sofa to "Tainted Love" burned into my brain. I fear that image will never leave me. Decades hence, when I can barely perceive the world around me, her sinuous Soft Cell swerves will still be corroding my synapses.

Whatever

http://www.anglican.tk/fun/IMG_0317b.jpg

Quicquid

Great Sinuous Soft Cell Swerves! It's the Episcopal Diocese of Michigan being Relevant!!!

Card's wife

Mrs. P, we have to go to O'Dows. Rory the bartender told me that all is forgiven about last year. He said many of the regulars are coming back on Friday just to see if you'll be there and to see an encore performance.

Mrs. Peperium

Oh you of little memory. That wasn't St. Patrick's Day. Rory is just trying to get you to get me to do it again. There's probably a wager involved.

Card

Oh yes, I think you're right. It was probably St Egbert's Day. Or some such festive occasion. In any event, the one I'm thinking of involved vast quatities of gin and tequila. Lots of broken glass. Big chunks of several dinners. Loud swearing. And, that final perfect touch for our finest moments: The request to leave under our own power or be aided by the helping hand of some large gentlemen who lacks either a green card or a working knowledge of the English language.

Mrs. Peperium

Card, what are you talking about? I was talking about the time I had the wardrobe malfunction and my virtue was rescued by your mongrammed nail clipper. Which, once it rescued me, I promptly dropped it and it was lost for almost all eternity. The nail clipper only resurfaced after a large enough reward was put forth by Mr. P.

BTW, who ever heard of an Irish bar employing a Russian bouncer? If you ask me that guy's IRA and that I-din't-spake-zee-languuuash is a front. It only takes a few black and tans to see right through it.

Card

Perhaps you're right, Mrs P, I find it so difficult to keep all these lovely evenings in order...I mean, well, there just seems to be so many of them.

Just take tomorrow evening for example. Or Saturday. I mean, they haven't even happened yet, but I know full well that they're going to be full blown disasters... or triumphs, depending on your point of view.

As an optimist, I'd say they're going to be absolutely wonderful! Which, of course, means that I'm certain we will offend great numbers of people and be asked to leave. Which also means I will then be able to play the part of the highly offended patron who is at a complete loss to understand the ignorance, vulgarity and rudeness of those who've asked us to leave.

I really can't wait. This promises to be the best St. Patty's Day ever. And I fully intend to be at my most offended. And arrogant. And obnoxious.

And if I play the whole scene properly, we should, as usual, be expelled and gone before they even realize we haven't paid them a penny for our over-indulgence in their alcoholic repast. Excellent!

The Fiendish Lout and Andrew Cusack combined couldn't have choreographed anythihng more splendid. And you know how they love to offend people.

Mrs. Peperium

Count us in. Mr. P and I are in need of some civil disobedience. All for a good cause of course.

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