Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The fun never ends
It must be nice to live perpetually in the 1960s, to be forever insulated from the terrible three decades-long morning-after hangover that came of them. To continue to wallow in the mud and filth of the ecclesiastical Woodstock, even into your fifties and sixties. It would be great, don't you think, to live in a little bubble-world in which the oil crisis, AIDS and Islamism never came along to spoil the Doobie Brothers festival o' fun.
Dig those groovy vestments hey?
Oh well.
H/T to Chris.
But look, the lady in the white parka on the left has her head covered! Who says the Reform of the Reform is not beginning to take root?
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