At first, I thought this meant smaller portions.
What a fun treat from the NYT.
Sort of keeps the mind off the troubling times we’re in, the economy under duress, newspapers collapsing, the seeming non-existent end to all of this trouble caused by men who had no clue how to govern for eight years.
Goodness, it’s hard not to feel a little cynical, isn’t it?
Good on you, Ms Dowd, for taking on the challenge so few are willing to take, to call an institution to account for its behavior.
Although the Catholic Church’s current behavioral issues stem from a long lineage of similar problems (viz. centuries’ worth), it is always amusing to see the Church seething with indignation at having been called out. (See here for the reaction from Mr Dolan, the Archbishop of New York).
No, Mr Dolan, this is not “the anti-Semitism of the Left”; for that to be true, there would have to be some truth to actual anti-Semitism. It’s a lackluster but common ruse to berate one’s critics as purveyors of racism, and it only reflects on the antagonist, in this case, the Church.
This isn’t a case of racism, however: it’s the case of one Church and its unbearable record of outmoded thinking and poor treatment of women. How easily its throng of followers will permit that record to continue.
“Mother earth is highly celebrated during the fall demonic harvest. Witches praise mother earth by bringing her fruits, nuts and herbs. Demons are loosed during these acts of worship. When nice church folk lay out their pumpkins on the church lawn, fill their baskets with nuts and herbs, and fire up their bonfires, the demons get busy. They have no respect for the church grounds. They respect only the sacrifice and do not care if it comes from believers or non-believers.”
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If only one could read one’s words as others can, and do. Christianity, in its more imaginative forms, such as Ms Daniels portrays here, looks more like a literary foray into romantic fiction-cum-Harry Potter paranoia.
In fact, perhaps that is what we see here.
I enjoy reading unapologetic authors who share their opinion, however jolting. Especially from someone so refreshingly honest. Confessedly, I’m unfamiliar with much of Vidal’s work and his remarkable repertoire of dry and scathing wit.
This also impressed me, here, a recent English interview with him.
