tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415684.post904381972382961397..comments2024-01-10T06:40:26.416-05:00Comments on Chesterton and Friends: The League of Bearded CatholicsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415684.post-58299722934004578092010-02-11T23:40:23.901-05:002010-02-11T23:40:23.901-05:00Hi! I think this is not a complementary plan but i...Hi! I think this is not a complementary plan but its a fabulous gift for me which is very useful for me.Nice opportunity to all who go through this and win a hilarious opportunity.Thanks for the nice post.virtualserver55http://www.nethosting.com/products/VirtualHosting/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415684.post-51486473621904472622009-12-01T19:38:37.999-05:002009-12-01T19:38:37.999-05:00I hear the inner beard is substantially harder to ...I hear the inner beard is substantially harder to grow than the exterior beard, even for those who can't muster more than whiskers post-puberty.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415684.post-90228421000766302032009-11-30T16:10:22.525-05:002009-11-30T16:10:22.525-05:00I have a week of stubble, does that count?
I can&...I have a week of stubble, does that count?<br /><br />I can't resist quoting (at length) a passage I just read from The Thing, that made me laugh out loud on the bus:<br /><br />ALL science, even the divine science, is a sublime detective story. Only it is not set to detect why a man is dead; but the darker secret of why he is alive. The Catholic Church remains<br />in the best sense a mystery even to believers. It would be<br />foolish of them to complain if it is a riddle to unbelievers.<br />But in a more practical sense we may well ask a question. What do<br />they think it really is? What do they think we think it really is?<br />What do they think it is all about, or even supposed to be all about?<br /><br />That problem becomes darker and darker for me, the more I stare at it. It becomes black as midnight, for instance, when I stare at such<br />a sentence as I saw recently in TRUTH, a singularly intelligent<br />and often a highly valuable paper. It stated that Rome tolerates,<br />in her relation with the Russian Uniats, "strange heresies and even<br />bearded and wedded clergy."<br /><br />In that one extraordinary phrase, what formless monster begins<br />to take form in their visions? In those eight words it is not too<br />much to say that every term is startling in its inconsequence.<br />As somebody tumbling down the stairs bumps upon every step,<br />the writer comes a crash upon every word. The word "strange"<br />is strange enough. The word "heresy" is stranger. Perhaps at first sight the word "bearded," with its joyous reminiscences of the game of Beaver, may appear the most funny. "Wedded" is also funny.<br /><br />Even the "and" between bearded and wedded is funny. But by far<br />the funniest and most fantastic thing in all that fantastic sentence is the word "even."<br /><br />I'm also reminded of the Irish prostestant/unionist ballad, the Maiden on her Throne:<br /><br />From Antrim crossing over, <br />In famous eighty-eight, <br />A plumed and belted lover <br />Came to the Ferry Gate ; <br />She summoned to defend her <br />Our sires, a beardless race <br />They shouted, ' No surrender ! ' <br />And slamm'd it in his face. <br />Then in a quiet tone, boys, <br />They told him 'twas their will <br />That the Maiden on her throne, boys, <br />Should be a Maiden still. <br /><br />DOWN WITH SHAVING CREAM! PAPACY FOREVER!Maolsheachlannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.com