The nineteenth-century glory of Catholicism rises to sainthood: Pope Francis approves canonization of John Henry Newman.
I read that article yesterday, shortly after reading a series of Drudge splash headlines about the new expose book on homosexuality in the Vatican: Explosive new book lifts lid on gay priests in the Vatican:
The book, “In the Closet of the Vatican”, written by French sociologist and journalist Frederic Martel, reports that around 80 per cent of clerics working in the Roman Curia are gay ”“ although not necessarily sexually active ”“ and details how they adhere to an unspoken code of the “closet”.
But then again, postmoderns in the Church have tried to deconstruct the pants off of Newman, claiming he was gay, without a shred of evidence other than this gentleness and soft-spoken ways.
Happy Valentine's Day, btw. In this day of botched romantic notions, however, I'm not sure we can celebrate it anymore.
This is great: Panera Bread's Socialist 'Pay What You Want' Experiment Fails Miserably. Um, well, yeah. It's a fundamental tenet of human action that people want as much as they can get with the least cost (either in effort or money). That's why the lottery is so popular. It sounds like, in this case, a lot of people felt they had hit the Panera Bread lottery.