Not much autobiography to report today. I'm supposed to take three of my boys to the Pistons/Bulls game tomorrow. I bought the tickets back in December, and now a snow storm is threatening to hit tonight. It's a three-hour drive, if conditions are good. Two of the three boys will be absolutely crushed if we can't go and I would've thrown away about $200. I'm bummin'.
But I'm not bummin' as much as this pervert: A retired Polish teacher is suing the organisers of a world record sex session after they forgot to pixelate his face. Go ahead and click on the link, but the background of the story is disgusting.
Another good one from the same website: A Romanian woman needed medical help after she swallowed her lover's false teeth during a moment of passion.
Doin' Henry the Serial Polygamist Proud:
The same college [William and Mary] that recently removed a traditional cross from the campus chapel allowed a controversial sex workers' show to come give students an event complete with stripteases, feather boas and sex toys.
I found this at Fr. Neuhaus' blog entry yesterday:
Derbyshire writes that [Mother Teresa's] apparent devotion was a sublimation of her sorrow over the death of her father when she was a child. “Her devotion to Jesus was a personal attempt to deal with grief, and her dedication to the poor of Calcutta part of her effort towards self-salvation. Similar to many celebrity figures, it was all about me, me, me. This puts her work into a whole new and rather less flattering light.”
Unbelievable. The sophomoric Derbyshire is partly right, of course: Every action is ultimately centered on self-regard. Humans cannot, Thomas Aquinas liked to point out, cease to desire their own happiness, which is ultimately rooted in union with God. The question of how you get to that ultimate happiness, though, is where the vice and virtue rubber hits the fleshly and spiritual road.
That's it for now. Have a good weekend. Please say a prayer for my safe travels tomorrow.
