Actually tried doing some work today for a change on a Friday. Looks like next Tuesday is when I get to play the research bagman and help pick up 400 $2 bills. Unmarked, I’m sure. I’m trying to imagine how thick the stack of bills would be, given that a pack of regular paper is 500 sheets, should be mildly impressive.

I’m feeling a bit better about the Catholic bruhaha. At the end of the day, I learned that some people are arrogant pricks, and it doesn’t really matter what you have to say, they won’t listen or truly care. And, god forbid, bad pun I know, that they are actually blind and wrong on their moral high horse, in likelihood they will only yell louder.

I’ve also learned that some among the pious have no fucking sense of humor whatsoever. To see an orgasmic reference to the best damned Cheerios in the world dissected drily as evidence of my moral shortcomings is high comedy itself.

I have to quote this, since in the end it is just too wonderful not too share.

Originally, in the tainted and ill-reputed entry of April 10, 2004, entitled “Easter in the land of the wicked,” I wrote:

Finally, from spiritual to material to corporeal, here is my tip for better living through diet. You gotta try the new line of Cheerios. Words cannot describe the excitement I feel in anticipation of a bowl of this magical treat. Orgasms pail in their wonderment of next to contemplating how did Cheerios do it. It’s fruit in the bowl dessicated through science and reinvigorated with milk.

A man, who I shall refer to as Boobaras, then wrote the following about poor, little, old me:

For my own part, describing this uncouth and vulgar young lady as “barbarian” is, I would submit a fairly objective statement, borne out by even a cursory look at her blog in which she compares the pleasures of certain cereals to more intimate pleasures appropriate only to the marriage bed and unfit for public conversation–save at perhaps a medical convention.

I can’t not love that point of view. I’d really want to be that guy’s wife, because clearly in their marriage bed, he’s a tiger.

So, in the end, I will be damned and unredemptive, because I live in a sensual world where food and sex can bring pleasure and where speaking openly is, well, fucking fun.

By the way, in the emails from a few kind folks, and the comments on the website I will no longer link, I gather referring to O’Malley in his zeal for tradition over shepherding his flock as being not unlike the Pharisees is a sin (or at least fighting words). I found this link, which touches on my intent. (By the way, I wasn’t criticizing church followers in my original thing, I was criticizing the leaders. It appears that quite a few people took it personally, but really O’Malley should be the one bitching me out, if anyone is.)

By the sound of it, the folks who wrote that aren’t followers of Rome and all, but I think it is nonetheless relevant. You see, the Catholic church has a history of scholarship and of adapting and making decisions within the context of the secular world. The current leadership and their antagonism of homosexuals, feminists and other non-traditional folks are putting their own rituals and traditions before what Jesus taught and what Peter wrote as the grandaddy of the popes. And, that is what I meant by comparing that group of hypocritical old men to the Pharisees. (As a sidenote, I compared behaviors, I didn’t directly call names. I was called names directly and personally. You see to me in civil discourse, you are allowed to negatively assess behavior, but name-calling is childish.)

And, so, if there are any of the lingering Catholic mob lurking here, I sign this with who I am a barbaric, unredemptive, woman of ill-repute and damn, fucking proud of it.

And, by the way, I thank the non-divine powers in the universe that I am not gay or dealing with any number of personal issues, and yet a believer all the same, trying to find comfort in the holy and apostolic church. It sounds as though right now, some of the leaders would begrudge a crust of bread, let alone succor and support.