The real scandal...

Picture of Fr. Edward Sequeira SVD


Orissa burns.
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While nearly every Catholic blogger, after stumbling all over themselves to denounce Nancy Pelosi and Joe Biden as the worst scandal since the molester-priest cover-up; now most of them are peeing all over themselves touting Sarah Palin as the greatest thing since vitamin-enriched white bread - at the same time, Indian Christians, especially Catholics, are enduring the worst persecution that country has ever seen.
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Yet the press, along with many bloggers fail to take note. Instead, as one blogger would have it, Catholic bloggers are encouraged to unite and keep up the rhetoric against Nancy Pelosi. Scandal mongers.
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Orissa Burning blogspot.

Ward on the elections...

Petticoat Junction

Sarah Palin - tall and simple - the GOP convention starts next week!

Sarah Palin

Sarah Palin's parents at home, watching coverage of their daughter.
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Obviously the family loves animals, so she can't be a bad choice. And she can drill for oil any place she wants - even the White House lawn if she wants to.
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Quote of the week:
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I got an interesting comment from a lady I consider to be a devout Catholic, wife and mother, she wrote:
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"And yet, here I am presented with a “Pro life, family values” lady, who doesn’t think twice about her four month old down syndrome baby, who will be left to the custody of someone else while she pursues her political career. Is that what we call “family values”? Being pro life does not stop at birth. If she did not consider her special needs child before her career, can we trust her not to put her “values” in second place again when the time comes for political advancement?"
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A different perspective.

The Office

Kat's favorite show. She is quite the art lover too.

Another dream...



As a dream one wakes from...
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I was trying to keep someone out of my house - yet the stranger, dressed in black, with his face obscured, reached through the lattice and unlocked the door. I was on the floor, trying to get up to defend myself, shouting, "Who are you? Who are you?" And then, as he reached for my neck, I awoke.

When do the Olympics get over?

Not soon enough.

I am so sick of watching women athletes in prime time - who cares? Unless it's beach volleyball of course. But why is the coverage always focused on the women doing the sports - where is the stuff men want to watch? Even the rowing focused more on the women. And I never saw any wrestling either.
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Unless you're a dad - most guys don't want to watch women's sports. I think we men are getting squeezed out by the feminist agenda. Notice how the women are always doing the driving in car commercials and dad is tending the kids? And in most TV ads the dad is always made to look dumb about everything, or takes on feminine characteristics, while the woman is the kick-boxing champ of the world and the major bread-winner.
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Men are being castrated by the media.

Mr. Frosty Smooth!

I have put on weight and that is why I'm not hanging out with people these days.

Disco

ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Snagglepuss

Once upon a time...

There was a little black and white cat who visited my yard to look for critters to eat. My house was well known to all the cats in the neighborhood as a sort of game refuge for wild rabbits, moles, and chipmunks and mice and squirrels and tons of birds. They also knew two spinster cats lived here, and always wanted to get a glimpse of them. One day, the little black and white cat came up to the door to where the dowager cats were lounging, and the the ladies started hissing and growling at the intruder, and he ran off.

Then I began to notice that the wild rabbits were eating my clematis, and the squirrels and chipmunks and moles were eating my zucchini and tomatoes and eggplants. I confess I was very disappointed in the critters. Until I noticed the little black and white cat, whom I began to call Snagglepuss, lounging on my front steps - laying in wait for a snack. It was then that I decided I can have an outdoor visitor cat, who enjoys working in the yard; and two indoor spinster cats - who do nothing but eat and sleep anyway.

The End.

Un homme et Une Femme (1966) - Samba Saravah

Anouk Aimee... je t'aime! Hence my love of Samba.

Astrud Gilberto - Agua De Beber (1965)

I absolutely love music like this!

A Day in a Monastery

Please pray for a dear friend who enetered monastic life on the feast of the Assumption. He is finding it very difficult to adjust.

Best in Show

"I woke up - I was so glad!" Actually that never happened.

Ellen gets married again - or is it the first time?



Ellen weds the beautiful Portia...
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At home - the wedding was at home. People can do pretty much whatever they want at home. For instance, my dad never beat up my mother in public, but did so at home. Of course, same sex couples can get married in California. I think you can do pretty much anything in California.
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I may be wrong, but I thought Ellen wed Anne Heche as well? And then Anne was found wandering into other people's homes or something. I never really liked Anne. Portia is prettier.

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Ellen is so funny. Cute too. Portia is beautiful though.

Crosby Stills Nash A Long Time Gone Woodstock 1969

August 15, 1969

it's too late - carole king

One rainy afternoon, while we were driving around... this song came on the radio... and we looked at each other... and we knew it was over. True story.

Amy Winehouse - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Great song - greater interpretation!

Jeff Beck - A day in the life (Beatles)

Unbelievable.

Crosby Stills Nash Young - Almost Cut My Hair

Far out!



Today is the 39th anniversary of Woodstock!


"A long time time gone!" - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
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No wonder I'm in this mood...

Thinking back...

"I feel like letting my freak flag fly..." - "Almost Cut My Hair" - Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

"But I'm not giving in an inch to fear,
cause I promised myself this year...
I feel like I owe it to someone..." - Lyrics

Video

The melody of this song says so much more than the lyrics.

Dance wit' me!


When I was in High School girls danced together and held hands and stuff... nobody thought anything of it.

Family photos.


Hot dogs for supper!
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That's me in the foreground - with the cool tie, then my little brother Timmy, Dad, Mom, and my sister Beth - my brother Skip was taking the photo.

Olympics: Diving Pairs.


The Cats Who Captured Gold!
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From the Chinese diving team, synchronized divers, Chow Mein and Su-Lin-Suey took home the gold!
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Meow-yay! Yay-meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!

In honor of the Chinese Olympics...


Remembering Chow Lee.
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Chow Lee was the butler in the riveting television series "Falcon Crest" - he is pictured in the photo above, center, back row.

"Oh come on! Just one kiss - it's not going to kill you!" - Basil Faulty

"The Archdiocese of Cincinnati has issued a detailed list of inappropriate behaviors for priests, saying they should not kiss, tickle or wrestle children." - Source
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But who would do that anyway? Unless you are Byzantine rite or a traditionalist (they kiss rings and consecrated hands) - or a relative, who would kiss a priest? And what priest in this day and age would ever dare touch a kid? Especially by tickling - that is like torture and wrestling is just gay. But I guess the rules have to be stated in an age without boundaries.
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The list includes what is good touch however: "It says priests may still shake children's hands, pat them on the back and give high-fives." I wouldn't even do that.
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No more "koochi-koos" for baby either! (This is what happens when lawyers write church policy.)

Regina Caeli




Queen of Heaven rejoice!

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One of the Carmelite brothers sent me these photos of an altarpiece panel I did for their Prior. It depicts Christ appearing to Our Lady on Easter Morning. Much of the imagery is taken from the Song of Songs. The panel is slightly more expansive than these detail shots.
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The Carmelites are a Diocesan community located in Hopkins, MN at the Church of St. Joseph where Fr. Dvorak, the community's prior, is pastor. For information on their community you might want to contact Br. Alphonsus at this address: alphonsus733@juno.com

Thirty-six steps...



"Though He should kill me, I trust Him." - Job

It has been 36 years since my conversion and return to the Church. I've struggled. At times very, very hard, and at great expense and against the grain, to remain faithful to the Church. I have only found solace - real joy and real peace - in Jesus present in the Blessed Sacrament. Otherwise, I have never experienced any support, but only my weakness. I have never belonged to any of you - only Christ. Call me what you will, but Christ is mine and I am His.

Favorite endings.



"Several minutes passed before help arrived for him, who had fallen over sideways in his chair. He was carried to his room..."

Clown Ministry

College of St. Catherine.

Cathy said as soon as she graduates from Clown School she is going back to blogging. (Make-up is her favorite class - wouldn't you know!)

Blogger's night out.

Some local bloggers at a restaurant called The Little Red Wagon.
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They were having dinner last night with the Drysdales. (Milburn and Mrs. Drysdale are not pictured - they refused to be photographed with the group. Ms. Hathaway couldn't make it.)

Photo analysis - #1 in a series.

This is my first post for my new series involving personality profiling from photos. (It's going to be quite popular.)
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Disclaimer: I do not intend to be mean or demeaning of persons, like people were to that poor college professor who desecrated the Eucharist. (Gosh! People made fun of his job, his college, his education level, his academic level - no wonder people hate Catholics.) So anyway. No. I won't go there.
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"Father" Janice: (Claims ordination as a priest.)
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From the looks of the photo, she appears to be 50-ish. Probably married with children and possibly grand-children.
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It appears she colors her hair and either does it herself or goes to a neighborhood hairdresser - the roots, you know. Should have been touched up before ordination.
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Facial traits also indicate the likelihood she may be a smoker - now or at one time. The bags under the eyes, the lines around the mouth, suggest that. Although some of the lines are probably laugh lines, so she probably has a fun sense of humor.
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One might assume she has little or no taste as evidenced by the vestments, the Peter Pan collar sticking out around her neck, her pose, and the background art. (This isn't uncommon for spiritual people however.)
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The environment chosen for the photo also suggests to me she is into or open to New Age spirituality and knows very little about authentic Roman Catholic doctrine, theology, spirituality, liturgy, and so on. It is obvious she has a taste for novelty in religious matters. Of course, she is not really a Roman Catholic priest either - thus she may have an aptitude for acting or impersonations. (This is strictly my personal take on the way she presents in the photo.)
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All in all she looks to be a very nice person, in a Shirley McClain sort of way.
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The End. (The author admits his studies are purely speculative and in no way can be considered factual.)

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Seriously. I can read all of that from just one photo. I am so not lying or pretending or anything like that. Please, no snarky comments either - I do not want this to be an occasion for scorn or contempt for persons - seriously.
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People to watch for in my upcoming series:
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Cathy Alexander
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Bishop Pellotte (aka the Battered Bishop)
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Joee Toadjack
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Janet Reno
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Tonya Harding (Before and after!)
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Stay tuned!

Why I do not post my real photo in my profile.

Suspicious minds want to know.

Because I'm very ugly and fat and I have never liked the way I look. Let me explain: I think I have horrible teeth, a goofy smile, a fat Irish nose, small lips, beady eyes, receding hairline - almost to the back of my neck, jowls that someone once told me looked like gopher cheeks - before they dropped, my eyebrows are too far apart, I wear glasses, - yeah - I'm just too ugly to look at. And plus I think it is sort of funny to have a profile photo that everyone who knows me knows it is not really me. And I get a lot of Internet hits this way too. Oh! And it protects my privacy because I'm not recognized in public by anyone...
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And guess what? Very often when I do see people I once knew, worked with, went to school with, or have met briefly, I often do not say anything because I am completely convinced that;
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A) they would not, and/or do not remember me,
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B) are embarrassed to admit they know me,
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C) are deliberately avoiding me because I'm not a good person,
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D) never noticed me in the first place,
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E) or they just don't like me,
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F) and sometimes all of the above.
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This is absolutely true and explains why I rarely speak first when I see an acquaintance in public; I honestly do not want to interrupt or bother them. All-rightey-then.