Good God, We Wouldn't Want to Offend Them

Christopher Johnson of the MCJ reports the unsurprising news that at the upcoming General Convention of the Episcopal Church, among the many resolutions to be introduced and passed, effectively transforming that institution into a branch of the Unitarian-Universalists, is one

[C]hanging all references from “missionary” to “mission partner” in recognition of “the reality that when we engage in work overseas, we are learning just as much from those we encounter as we are able to teach.”

Emphasizing “the reciprocal nature of mission work in the Anglican Communion today,” the report notes that the historical understanding of the term “missionaries” has caused tensions “with our brothers and sisters around the globe.”

I can certainly understand. Even the word itself, "missionary," must cause unbearable embarrassment to those good and sensitive Episcopalians who wouldn't dream of imposing their constructed faith system on an indigenous person of a different culture.

The Episcopalians, thus, have come a long way indeed from this grand hymn, found in the 1940 Hymnal.

From Greenland’s icy mountains, from India’s coral strand;
Where Afric’s sunny fountains roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver their land from error’s chain.

What though the spicy breezes blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;
Though every prospect pleases, and only man is vile?
In vain with lavish kindness the gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation has learned Messiah’s Name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, and you, ye waters, roll
Till, like a sea of glory, it spreads from pole to pole:
Till o’er our ransomed nature the Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, in bliss returns to reign.

Those words must seem as strange to Episcopalians today as the missionaries of yore must have seemed to the heathens they sought to convert. Many of the heathen, however, were persuaded to be baptized. I wonder how much success those "mission partners" will enjoy.

Good God, We Wouldn't Want to Offend Them

Christopher Johnson of the MCJ reports the unsurprising news that at the upcoming General Convention of the Episcopal Church, among the many resolutions to be introduced and passed, effectively transforming that institution into a branch of the Unitarian-Universalists, is one

[C]hanging all references from “missionary” to “mission partner” in recognition of “the reality that when we engage in work overseas, we are learning just as much from those we encounter as we are able to teach.”

Emphasizing “the reciprocal nature of mission work in the Anglican Communion today,” the report notes that the historical understanding of the term “missionaries” has caused tensions “with our brothers and sisters around the globe.”

I can certainly understand. Even the word itself, "missionary," must cause unbearable embarrassment to those good and sensitive Episcopalians who wouldn't dream of imposing their constructed faith system on an indigenous person of a different culture.

The Episcopalians, thus, have come a long way indeed from this grand hymn, found in the 1940 Hymnal.

From Greenland’s icy mountains, from India’s coral strand;
Where Afric’s sunny fountains roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver their land from error’s chain.

What though the spicy breezes blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;
Though every prospect pleases, and only man is vile?
In vain with lavish kindness the gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation has learned Messiah’s Name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, and you, ye waters, roll
Till, like a sea of glory, it spreads from pole to pole:
Till o’er our ransomed nature the Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, in bliss returns to reign.

Those words must seem as strange to Episcopalians today as the missionaries of yore must have seemed to the heathens they sought to convert. Many of the heathen, however, were persuaded to be baptized. I wonder how much success those "mission partners" will enjoy.

Suspension of Disbelief

When phony-baloney Rolex watches began appearing on the sidewalks of New York in the late 1980s, the peddlers of the things seemed to have all learned from the same script; touting the things, usually priced between $5 to $10, as the genuine article and when asked by incredulous, if gullible, customers how they could be so cheap, replying in the few words of English they knew, sotto voce: "Maybe stolen?"

They weren't, of course, merely cheap and nasty knockoffs from China, bought from jobbers on the Lower East Side for a couple of bucks apiece. The sidewalk watch salesmen knew, however, merely hinting the shoddy "Rolex" watches they hawked might be hot would blind many potential dupes to their obvious shortcomings and they would fork over their cash. (I will confess, it was heaps o' fun standing back a few feet and watching those swindlers operate.)

So it is, on a much grander scale, with the gullible souls who lost their fortunes to Bernard Madoff. The New York Times has a sob story today about some of those victims and their unhappiness with Irving H. Picard,

the court-appointed trustee charged with gathering what is left of Mr. Madoff’s assets, [accusing him] of flouting the laws by not honoring their claims with the Securities Investor Protection Corporation, which insures customers when brokerage firms fail.

In other words, the dupes want compensation (from us, the taxpayers) for their investments that went up in smoke. It is an absurd request; they had ample reasons to avoid Madoff like the plague but chose not to.

Madoff's fund claimed to make money year after year, in good markets and bad, contrary to any other fund on Wall Street. Shouldn't those investors have been just a teensy bit suspicious of that? Madoff was tight-lipped on his investment strategy and entrusted oversight of his billion dollar operation to a two-bit upstate New York shopping mall accountant. Might that have raised eyebrows of some of his investors? There were murmurings for years Madoff was a slippery character, not to be trusted. Did no alarm bells go off in the heads of those investors, who surely must have heard at least some of those reports and could have done a little digging?

Most of Madoff's investors were not widows and orphans, innocent to the wicked ways of Wall Street, rather people or institutions of means who craved even more means. The attitude was: "I don't want to know how he makes his money so long as he makes me money." That is precisely what the scammer counts on in a potential mark: suspension of disbelief made possible by a larcenous or greedy nature. While we must be sorrowful for those many poor souls who lost everything they had to Bernard Madoff, we must also be mindful that they, ultimately, bear the blame for not asking themselves every now and then if it all seemed too good to be true.

(h/t For What It's Worth)

Suspension of Disbelief

When phony-baloney Rolex watches began appearing on the sidewalks of New York in the late 1980s, the peddlers of the things seemed to have all learned from the same script; touting the things, usually priced between $5 to $10, as the genuine article and when asked by incredulous, if gullible, customers how they could be so cheap, replying in the few words of English they knew, sotto voce: "Maybe stolen?"

They weren't, of course, merely cheap and nasty knockoffs from China, bought from jobbers on the Lower East Side for a couple of bucks apiece. The sidewalk watch salesmen knew, however, merely hinting the shoddy "Rolex" watches they hawked might be hot would blind many potential dupes to their obvious shortcomings and they would fork over their cash. (I will confess, it was heaps o' fun standing back a few feet and watching those swindlers operate.)

So it is, on a much grander scale, with the gullible souls who lost their fortunes to Bernard Madoff. The New York Times has a sob story today about some of those victims and their unhappiness with Irving H. Picard,

the court-appointed trustee charged with gathering what is left of Mr. Madoff’s assets, [accusing him] of flouting the laws by not honoring their claims with the Securities Investor Protection Corporation, which insures customers when brokerage firms fail.

In other words, the dupes want compensation (from us, the taxpayers) for their investments that went up in smoke. It is an absurd request; they had ample reasons to avoid Madoff like the plague but chose not to.

Madoff's fund claimed to make money year after year, in good markets and bad, contrary to any other fund on Wall Street. Shouldn't those investors have been just a teensy bit suspicious of that? Madoff was tight-lipped on his investment strategy and entrusted oversight of his billion dollar operation to a two-bit upstate New York shopping mall accountant. Might that have raised eyebrows of some of his investors? There were murmurings for years Madoff was a slippery character, not to be trusted. Did no alarm bells go off in the heads of those investors, who surely must have heard at least some of those reports and could have done a little digging?

Most of Madoff's investors were not widows and orphans, innocent to the wicked ways of Wall Street, rather people or institutions of means who craved even more means. The attitude was: "I don't want to know how he makes his money so long as he makes me money." That is precisely what the scammer counts on in a potential mark: suspension of disbelief made possible by a larcenous or greedy nature. While we must be sorrowful for those many poor souls who lost everything they had to Bernard Madoff, we must also be mindful that they, ultimately, bear the blame for not asking themselves every now and then if it all seemed too good to be true.

(h/t For What It's Worth)

Best Run-On Sentence and Headline I've Seen in a While

(From here)

Protesters from '68 Democratic National Convention gather in Chicago to protest police reunion to celebrate those who thumped protesters 41 years ago and probably wouldn't mind doing it again if those balding hippies get too close

Thank you sir! May I have another?

Best Run-On Sentence and Headline I've Seen in a While

(From here)

Protesters from '68 Democratic National Convention gather in Chicago to protest police reunion to celebrate those who thumped protesters 41 years ago and probably wouldn't mind doing it again if those balding hippies get too close

Thank you sir! May I have another?

Pork, Swine Flu, It's All the Same to Dodd

From Now! Hampshire:

Yesterday, with great fanfare, Senator Chris Dodd (D-CT) announced that a Connecticut-based company named Protein Sciences Corporation had been awarded a $34.5 million contract from the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services with the potential of it being extended to five years at a total cost of $147 million to produce influenza vaccines.

*****

Dodd’s press release says, “I am pleased that the Department of Health and Human Services has finalized their contract with Protein Sciences Corporation. This major investment in a Connecticut company by the Federal government will create jobs and protect the public health.”

What Dodd doesn’t mention is that a company with serious financial liabilities may represent a huge risk to the American people if it proves incapable of producing a viable flu vaccine. This is not the first time Dodd has been at the helm of a ship pointed in the wrong direction.

No kidding. You have to wonder if there is some congenital defect in Dodd that makes it impossible for him to act ethically.

(h/t Instapundit)

Pork, Swine Flu, It's All the Same to Dodd

From Now! Hampshire:

Yesterday, with great fanfare, Senator Chris Dodd (D-CT) announced that a Connecticut-based company named Protein Sciences Corporation had been awarded a $34.5 million contract from the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services with the potential of it being extended to five years at a total cost of $147 million to produce influenza vaccines.

*****

Dodd’s press release says, “I am pleased that the Department of Health and Human Services has finalized their contract with Protein Sciences Corporation. This major investment in a Connecticut company by the Federal government will create jobs and protect the public health.”

What Dodd doesn’t mention is that a company with serious financial liabilities may represent a huge risk to the American people if it proves incapable of producing a viable flu vaccine. This is not the first time Dodd has been at the helm of a ship pointed in the wrong direction.

No kidding. You have to wonder if there is some congenital defect in Dodd that makes it impossible for him to act ethically.

(h/t Instapundit)

Like Falling Off a Log

Since, as predicted, Mr. Hope and Change has sided with the corrupt and entrenched thug-leadership of Iran rather than with those who yearn to breathe free, now is the time for all good lefties to come to the aid of their party and commence the trashing of the Iranian freedom fighters. I suggest the they enlist the aid of Michael Moore: anybody who would portray Saddam Hussein's reign of terror in Iraq as an era of peace, prosperity and children flying kites before the American tanks rolled in should have no trouble at all depicting those believing in freedom of speech, equal rights for women, due process--that sort of thing--as fascist reactionaries.

UPDATE: The president addressed the Iran uprising at a press conference this morning, with a statement that began

I have made it clear that the United States respects the sovereignty of the Islamic Republic of Iran, and is not at all interfering in Iran’s affairs. But we must also bear witness to the courage and dignity of the Iranian people, and to a remarkable opening within Iranian society. And we deplore violence against innocent civilians anywhere that it takes place.

The Iranian people are trying to have a debate about their future. Some in the Iranian government are trying to avoid that debate by accusing the United States and others outside of Iran of instigating protests over the elections. These accusations are patently false and absurd. They are an obvious attempt to distract people from what is truly taking place within Iran’s borders. This tired strategy of using old tensions to scapegoat other countries won’t work anymore in Iran. This is not about the United States and the West; this is about the people of Iran, and the future that they – and only they – will choose.

My translation: "If the legitimate government of Iran would have the simple decency to crush this rebellion swiftly and discretely it will have nothing to fear from the United States and business may continue as usual."

I wonder what President's backup plan is, however, if the Iranian government is brought down.

Like Falling Off a Log

Since, as predicted, Mr. Hope and Change has sided with the corrupt and entrenched thug-leadership of Iran rather than with those who yearn to breathe free, now is the time for all good lefties to come to the aid of their party and commence the trashing of the Iranian freedom fighters. I suggest the they enlist the aid of Michael Moore: anybody who would portray Saddam Hussein's reign of terror in Iraq as an era of peace, prosperity and children flying kites before the American tanks rolled in should have no trouble at all depicting those believing in freedom of speech, equal rights for women, due process--that sort of thing--as fascist reactionaries.

UPDATE: The president addressed the Iran uprising at a press conference this morning, with a statement that began

I have made it clear that the United States respects the sovereignty of the Islamic Republic of Iran, and is not at all interfering in Iran’s affairs. But we must also bear witness to the courage and dignity of the Iranian people, and to a remarkable opening within Iranian society. And we deplore violence against innocent civilians anywhere that it takes place.

The Iranian people are trying to have a debate about their future. Some in the Iranian government are trying to avoid that debate by accusing the United States and others outside of Iran of instigating protests over the elections. These accusations are patently false and absurd. They are an obvious attempt to distract people from what is truly taking place within Iran’s borders. This tired strategy of using old tensions to scapegoat other countries won’t work anymore in Iran. This is not about the United States and the West; this is about the people of Iran, and the future that they – and only they – will choose.

My translation: "If the legitimate government of Iran would have the simple decency to crush this rebellion swiftly and discretely it will have nothing to fear from the United States and business may continue as usual."

I wonder what President's backup plan is, however, if the Iranian government is brought down.

An Extraordinary Evening

The Solemn Pontifical Mass (extraordinary form) I attended this past Friday was quite an event, extraordinary you might say; I wonder if I will ever witness its like again.

The setting was stupendous, the opulent Church of St. Jean-Baptiste on the Upper East Side of Manhattan (pictures courtesy the Society of St. Hugh of Cluney; many more on their website). I attempted counting the number of sacred ministers and servers as they processed and came up with 28. The mass setting was by Ockeghem Josquin (what was I thinking?), works by by Palestrina, Byrd, Victoria and, of course, chant; organ music by Butxtehude and Alain. All were performed beautifully by the choir and organist, who played on a superb sounding instrument. Truly unforgettable.



The pontiff making it all pontifical was Bishop Fernando Arêas Rifan of Campos, Brazil, Apostolic Administrator of the Priestly Union of Saint Jean-Marie Vianney, a strong advocate of the extraordinary form of the Roman Rite. From the pulpit he pontificated (I assume that's what a pontiff does) not only on the occasion of the mass, the Feast of the Sacred Heart, but also on the extraordinary form itself and why it is so vital to Holy Church: without even considering its beauty and majesty, it serves as a redoubt against error and misinterpretation. I can concur with that: even in my short tenure as a Catholic I have witnessed sufficient "creative" Novus Ordo masses to last a lifetime.




*****

As I was coming down the steps of St. Jean-Baptiste after the mass, a well-dressed, clean-cut fellow was handing out copies of a letter addressed to Archbishop Dolan that urged him to establish a parish following "the extraordinary form of the Roman Rite as contemplated by Summorum Pontificuam." The man was asking people to sign the letter and mail it to the outfit responsible for it, which in turn would bundle the whole lot and send them to the Archbishop.

I took a copy and may well sign and mail it as requested. Still, I cannot help having reservations about this project. Much as I love the extraordinary form and much as I should love to see it returned to everyday use, I am also mindful it attracts, to be tactful about it, extraordinary types (I remember their analogues in Anglo-Catholic sacristies), whose life's purpose, it seems, is knowing every jot and tittle concerning its celebration and pouncing like panthers on those they perceive as erring, no matter how inadvertently. Make no mistake, we want and need people like them, they who exercise diligence over our Holy Mass, but just imagine the lot of a priest assigned to a parish where only the extraordinary form were celebrated; he would be living under a microscope, the poor unfortunate. Far more advisable, I think it, to bring the extraordinary form back to all parishes.

An Extraordinary Evening

The Solemn Pontifical Mass (extraordinary form) I attended this past Friday was quite an event, extraordinary you might say; I wonder if I will ever witness its like again.

The setting was stupendous, the opulent Church of St. Jean-Baptiste on the Upper East Side of Manhattan (pictures courtesy the Society of St. Hugh of Cluney; many more on their website). I attempted counting the number of sacred ministers and servers as they processed and came up with 28. The mass setting was by Ockeghem Josquin (what was I thinking?), works by by Palestrina, Byrd, Victoria and, of course, chant; organ music by Butxtehude and Alain. All were performed beautifully by the choir and organist, who played on a superb sounding instrument. Truly unforgettable.



The pontiff making it all pontifical was Bishop Fernando Arêas Rifan of Campos, Brazil, Apostolic Administrator of the Priestly Union of Saint Jean-Marie Vianney, a strong advocate of the extraordinary form of the Roman Rite. From the pulpit he pontificated (I assume that's what a pontiff does) not only on the occasion of the mass, the Feast of the Sacred Heart, but also on the extraordinary form itself and why it is so vital to Holy Church: without even considering its beauty and majesty, it serves as a redoubt against error and misinterpretation. I can concur with that: even in my short tenure as a Catholic I have witnessed sufficient "creative" Novus Ordo masses to last a lifetime.




*****

As I was coming down the steps of St. Jean-Baptiste after the mass, a well-dressed, clean-cut fellow was handing out copies of a letter addressed to Archbishop Dolan that urged him to establish a parish following "the extraordinary form of the Roman Rite as contemplated by Summorum Pontificuam." The man was asking people to sign the letter and mail it to the outfit responsible for it, which in turn would bundle the whole lot and send them to the Archbishop.

I took a copy and may well sign and mail it as requested. Still, I cannot help having reservations about this project. Much as I love the extraordinary form and much as I should love to see it returned to everyday use, I am also mindful it attracts, to be tactful about it, extraordinary types (I remember their analogues in Anglo-Catholic sacristies), whose life's purpose, it seems, is knowing every jot and tittle concerning its celebration and pouncing like panthers on those they perceive as erring, no matter how inadvertently. Make no mistake, we want and need people like them, they who exercise diligence over our Holy Mass, but just imagine the lot of a priest assigned to a parish where only the extraordinary form were celebrated; he would be living under a microscope, the poor unfortunate. Far more advisable, I think it, to bring the extraordinary form back to all parishes.

Our Future Leaders

If you ever wonder why the vast majority of college students supported (if not actually bothered to vote for) Barack Obama, the following story from today's New York Post may offer a clue.

Cops in Washington Square Park have put the kibosh on a crack-addled con man's new twist to a classic scam, police said.

Joseph Bacon, 45, was busted after duping at least eight NYU students with the crack-pipe version of the "dropped glasses" bit -- in which he'd bump into strangers, tell them they broke his gear and demand payment, cops said.

In each case, he allegedly convinced victims to go to an ATM and give him anywhere from $20 to $60 to replace his "broken" crack pipe.

Bacon was busted June 15 and picked out of two lineups by shakedown victims. He has been charged with two counts of robbery.

Our Future Leaders

If you ever wonder why the vast majority of college students supported (if not actually bothered to vote for) Barack Obama, the following story from today's New York Post may offer a clue.

Cops in Washington Square Park have put the kibosh on a crack-addled con man's new twist to a classic scam, police said.

Joseph Bacon, 45, was busted after duping at least eight NYU students with the crack-pipe version of the "dropped glasses" bit -- in which he'd bump into strangers, tell them they broke his gear and demand payment, cops said.

In each case, he allegedly convinced victims to go to an ATM and give him anywhere from $20 to $60 to replace his "broken" crack pipe.

Bacon was busted June 15 and picked out of two lineups by shakedown victims. He has been charged with two counts of robbery.

Looking Forward to This

Solemn Pontifical Mass celebrated by Bishop Fernando Areas Rifan of the Apostolic Administration of St. John Mary Vianney. Church of St. Jean Baptiste, Fr. Anthony Schueller, SSS, Pastor, 184 East 76th Street, New York, NY, 7 P.M.

Looking Forward to This

Solemn Pontifical Mass celebrated by Bishop Fernando Areas Rifan of the Apostolic Administration of St. John Mary Vianney. Church of St. Jean Baptiste, Fr. Anthony Schueller, SSS, Pastor, 184 East 76th Street, New York, NY, 7 P.M.

Dazed and Confused

There is a dust-up about a crony of the President, an ex-NBA star and now the mayor of Sacramento, who was discovered to be into the AmeriCorps organization for about a million bucks. A deal was made with the miscreant in which he would pay back half of the filched funds but only if he could find the money and only if he bloody well felt like it. A member of the independent Inspectors General, whose job it is is to look into these things, Gerald Walpin, cried foul at this cozy arrangement and was fired for his trouble by the President.

Unfortunately for the White House, the press is giving the matter far more attention than they had reckoned (though you can hardly blame the White House for their mistaken assumption) so major spinning has commenced. Earlier this week Norman Eisen, the White House Special Counsel to the President for Ethics and Government Reform released a statement that claimed that at an earlier AmeriCorps board meeting, Mr. Walpin, 73, "was confused, disoriented, unable to answer questions and exhibited other behavior that led the board to question his capacity to serve." That in turn led to the President losing confidence in Walpin, hence his firing. So says Mr. Eisen.

Well then. Let me first state I know several people who work for the government and to a man and woman they are conscientious, hard working and deliver value to the taxpayers for their efforts. I should also add Inspector General Walpin's health and mind seem to be in fine repair and that he is more than up to the job. However, let us also stipulate that for most Americans, a member of the White House staff stating with a straight face a federal employee was actually fired because he "was confused, disoriented, unable to answer questions" not only borders on the comical but is deeply and comfortably ensconced in the lame. The White House will have to do a lot better than that if they want this nasty little problem to go away. So far, though, that's their story and they're sticking to it.

If there is a bright side to the farrago it is that I am presented, yet again, with an opportunity to quote from the funniest play ever to run on Broadway, the British import Beyond the Fringe; this time the skit of a coal miner who wistfully laments he would rather have been a judge (with emphasis added by your humble editor):

Yes, I could have been a judge but I never had the Latin, never had the Latin for the judgin', I never had it, so I'd had it, as far as bein' a judge was concerned. I just never had sufficient of it to get through the rigorous judging exams. They're noted for their rigor. People come out staggering and saying "My God, what a rigorous exam!" - and so I became a miner instead. A coal miner. I managed to get through the mining exams--they're not rigorous, they only ask one question, they say, "Who are you", and I got 75 per cent on that. I'd rather have been a judge than a miner...Being a miner, as soon as you are too old and tired and sick and stupid to do the job properly, you have to go. Well, the very opposite applies with judges. So all in all I’d rather have been a judge than a miner.

Rem acu tetigisti? Assuming most will agree that our sad coal miner's description of judges' job requirements extends to certain others in the public employ, the White House may have a serious credibility problem on its hands.

Dazed and Confused

There is a dust-up about a crony of the President, an ex-NBA star and now the mayor of Sacramento, who was discovered to be into the AmeriCorps organization for about a million bucks. A deal was made with the miscreant in which he would pay back half of the filched funds but only if he could find the money and only if he bloody well felt like it. A member of the independent Inspectors General, whose job it is is to look into these things, Gerald Walpin, cried foul at this cozy arrangement and was fired for his trouble by the President.

Unfortunately for the White House, the press is giving the matter far more attention than they had reckoned (though you can hardly blame the White House for their mistaken assumption) so major spinning has commenced. Earlier this week Norman Eisen, the White House Special Counsel to the President for Ethics and Government Reform released a statement that claimed that at an earlier AmeriCorps board meeting, Mr. Walpin, 73, "was confused, disoriented, unable to answer questions and exhibited other behavior that led the board to question his capacity to serve." That in turn led to the President losing confidence in Walpin, hence his firing. So says Mr. Eisen.

Well then. Let me first state I know several people who work for the government and to a man and woman they are conscientious, hard working and deliver value to the taxpayers for their efforts. I should also add Inspector General Walpin's health and mind seem to be in fine repair and that he is more than up to the job. However, let us also stipulate that for most Americans, a member of the White House staff stating with a straight face a federal employee was actually fired because he "was confused, disoriented, unable to answer questions" not only borders on the comical but is deeply and comfortably ensconced in the lame. The White House will have to do a lot better than that if they want this nasty little problem to go away. So far, though, that's their story and they're sticking to it.

If there is a bright side to the farrago it is that I am presented, yet again, with an opportunity to quote from the funniest play ever to run on Broadway, the British import Beyond the Fringe; this time the skit of a coal miner who wistfully laments he would rather have been a judge (with emphasis added by your humble editor):

Yes, I could have been a judge but I never had the Latin, never had the Latin for the judgin', I never had it, so I'd had it, as far as bein' a judge was concerned. I just never had sufficient of it to get through the rigorous judging exams. They're noted for their rigor. People come out staggering and saying "My God, what a rigorous exam!" - and so I became a miner instead. A coal miner. I managed to get through the mining exams--they're not rigorous, they only ask one question, they say, "Who are you", and I got 75 per cent on that. I'd rather have been a judge than a miner...Being a miner, as soon as you are too old and tired and sick and stupid to do the job properly, you have to go. Well, the very opposite applies with judges. So all in all I’d rather have been a judge than a miner.

Rem acu tetigisti? Assuming most will agree that our sad coal miner's description of judges' job requirements extends to certain others in the public employ, the White House may have a serious credibility problem on its hands.

More of Canterbury's Best Coming Home to Rome

Anglican Convent of All Saints to be Received in Full Communion

I'll bet many of you didn't know there were Anglican nuns but there are indeed and they go back to the nineteenth century, an outgrowth of the Oxford Movement. In addition to the excellent work they do, as Anglo-Catholics (as you might expect) they often are far better respecters and practicers of Catholic tradition than many Catholic orders (see below, now there is a nun).



There are in the State of Maryland, particularly in the Baltimore area, some superb pockets of Anglo-Catholic worship, where the faithful must be feeling rather beleaguered these days. No doubt they are aware of this recent and sad development and, I hope, are taking stock of their situation.

(Thanks to William Tighe)

More of Canterbury's Best Coming Home to Rome

Anglican Convent of All Saints to be Received in Full Communion

I'll bet many of you didn't know there were Anglican nuns but there are indeed and they go back to the nineteenth century, an outgrowth of the Oxford Movement. In addition to the excellent work they do, as Anglo-Catholics (as you might expect) they often are far better respecters and practicers of Catholic tradition than many Catholic orders (see below, now there is a nun).



There are in the State of Maryland, particularly in the Baltimore area, some superb pockets of Anglo-Catholic worship, where the faithful must be feeling rather beleaguered these days. No doubt they are aware of this recent and sad development and, I hope, are taking stock of their situation.

(Thanks to William Tighe)