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Roman Catholics enjoy having a little fun with the fact that in the interchange between the Anglican and Catholic worlds, all the theological talent tends to flow one way. Over the years, Rome has received such distinguished Anglican converts as George Rutler, Dwight Longenecker, the Prof and FW Ken while the Anglicans got theological airheads like Katharine Jefferts Schori, Matt Fox, Alberto Cutié and Jim Naughton.
Then there are the facts already on the ground. Benedict Groeschel and Mother Angelica are Catholics. John Shelby Spong and Gene Robinson are Episcopalians. Say it with me. Ballgame, thanks for playing.
But the LORD calvinistically foresaw the dangers of this situation (see what I did there?) and provided Roman Catholics with numerous safeguards against spiritual pride. Roger Mahony. Joan Chittister. The National Catholic Reporter.
Douglas Kmiec.
The former Reagan adviser and self-described “pro-life Catholic” made headlines in 2008 when he proclaimed, ex cathedra, that it was morally acceptable for Roman Catholics to vote for Barack Obama, the most pro-abortion president this country has ever known. Dougie’s invested, as they say, which is why he opened a piece on the recent opening of the George W. Bush presidential library in as juvenile a fashion as he did:
The past was forgotten for a few polite hours this week at the new George W. Bush presidential museum and library at Southern Methodist University (SMU). Despite the celebratory good time, Jon Ward reported for Huffington Post the on-going effort to burnish the George W. reputation in time for the opening of the library wasn’t going all that well.
Library? Are there books in this “library”?
Ha, ha, ha. Cuz George W. Bush is, like, really stupid and stuff. Ha, ha, ha. Never mind the fact that the Barack Obama’s presidential library will consist of a couple of shelves of Korans and a couple of shelves of Communist literature while the rest of the space will be devoted to however many “memoirs” the Dear Leaderhas ghostwritten writes. Then Dougie doubles down.
The dedicatory event, however airbrushed, was a swell affair for the swells, but not even a fine bubbly was sufficient to allay the anxieties of the jobless “recovery,” if moving from do not resuscitate to critical merits the word. Unfortunately for Republican partisans, the Reagan presidency remains the only light still shining on their rhetorical hill, and the dear late president’s Alzheimer’s seems to have been unexplainably, if selectively, contagious.
Up yours, Dougie. Ever seen anyone die from Alzheimer’s, bitch? I have. You can’t compare the father to the son, says Dougie, but I’m going to do it anyway because, well, that’s how I roll.
It is invidious to compare fathers and sons, and the senior Bush whose reputation for decency was learned from his own father, Senator Prescott Bush, would be the first to disclaim the comparison. However, not even the worst memory can fail to acknowledge that Papa Bush, now sadly weakened and in wheel chair deserves credit for assisting Kuwait repel an actual Iraqi invasion, as distinct from a Bradley vehicle road trip hunting for fictitious WMD. George senior also had his problems with “the vision thing” (by his own self-admission), the tax thing (by his honesty for the need for revenue notwithstanding those lips of his that too many remembered, darn it, made an imprudent promise at the convention), and the reelection thing (having lost the “big mo” to another lone star circus act known as Ross Perot).
But let’s make fun of GWB some more.
First Lady Barbara Bush deployed her usual winning ways and candor to take the helium out of W’s suggestion that soon it would be Jeb’s turn. Mrs. Bush’s declaration that the nation has had enough Bushes was the welcome equivalent of the first GW’s democratically-important return to Mount Vernon after two terms. Oh yes, Jeb is the smart one and avoids whatever it is that causes W to start and end sentences without verbs and other syntactical disorder, but enough already.
Here’s a suggestion, Dougie. “Convert” to the Episcopal religion. You know you want to.
Then there are the facts already on the ground. Benedict Groeschel and Mother Angelica are Catholics. John Shelby Spong and Gene Robinson are Episcopalians. Say it with me. Ballgame, thanks for playing.
But the LORD calvinistically foresaw the dangers of this situation (see what I did there?) and provided Roman Catholics with numerous safeguards against spiritual pride. Roger Mahony. Joan Chittister. The National Catholic Reporter.
Douglas Kmiec.
The former Reagan adviser and self-described “pro-life Catholic” made headlines in 2008 when he proclaimed, ex cathedra, that it was morally acceptable for Roman Catholics to vote for Barack Obama, the most pro-abortion president this country has ever known. Dougie’s invested, as they say, which is why he opened a piece on the recent opening of the George W. Bush presidential library in as juvenile a fashion as he did:
The past was forgotten for a few polite hours this week at the new George W. Bush presidential museum and library at Southern Methodist University (SMU). Despite the celebratory good time, Jon Ward reported for Huffington Post the on-going effort to burnish the George W. reputation in time for the opening of the library wasn’t going all that well.
Library? Are there books in this “library”?
Ha, ha, ha. Cuz George W. Bush is, like, really stupid and stuff. Ha, ha, ha. Never mind the fact that the Barack Obama’s presidential library will consist of a couple of shelves of Korans and a couple of shelves of Communist literature while the rest of the space will be devoted to however many “memoirs” the Dear Leader
The dedicatory event, however airbrushed, was a swell affair for the swells, but not even a fine bubbly was sufficient to allay the anxieties of the jobless “recovery,” if moving from do not resuscitate to critical merits the word. Unfortunately for Republican partisans, the Reagan presidency remains the only light still shining on their rhetorical hill, and the dear late president’s Alzheimer’s seems to have been unexplainably, if selectively, contagious.
Up yours, Dougie. Ever seen anyone die from Alzheimer’s, bitch? I have. You can’t compare the father to the son, says Dougie, but I’m going to do it anyway because, well, that’s how I roll.
It is invidious to compare fathers and sons, and the senior Bush whose reputation for decency was learned from his own father, Senator Prescott Bush, would be the first to disclaim the comparison. However, not even the worst memory can fail to acknowledge that Papa Bush, now sadly weakened and in wheel chair deserves credit for assisting Kuwait repel an actual Iraqi invasion, as distinct from a Bradley vehicle road trip hunting for fictitious WMD. George senior also had his problems with “the vision thing” (by his own self-admission), the tax thing (by his honesty for the need for revenue notwithstanding those lips of his that too many remembered, darn it, made an imprudent promise at the convention), and the reelection thing (having lost the “big mo” to another lone star circus act known as Ross Perot).
But let’s make fun of GWB some more.
First Lady Barbara Bush deployed her usual winning ways and candor to take the helium out of W’s suggestion that soon it would be Jeb’s turn. Mrs. Bush’s declaration that the nation has had enough Bushes was the welcome equivalent of the first GW’s democratically-important return to Mount Vernon after two terms. Oh yes, Jeb is the smart one and avoids whatever it is that causes W to start and end sentences without verbs and other syntactical disorder, but enough already.
Here’s a suggestion, Dougie. “Convert” to the Episcopal religion. You know you want to.
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