Saturday, August 25, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
You take off your clothes, and I'm obligated to publish the photos. I do, after all, need the hits on my blog!
Republican Veep-pick Paul Ryan.
His Royal Nekkidness, Prince Harry.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
BERNARD was born at the castle of Fontaines, in Burgundy. The grace of his person and the vigor of his intellect filled his parents with the highest hopes, and the world lay bright and smiling before him when he renounced it forever and joined the monks of Citeaux. All his brothers followed Bernard to Citeaux except Nivard, the youngest, who was left to be the stay of his father in his old age. "You will now be heir of everything," said they to him, as they departed. "Yes," said the boy; "you leave me earth, and keep heaven for yourselves; do you call that fair?" And he too left the world. At length their aged father came to exchange wealth and honor for the poverty of a monk of Clairvaux. One only sister remained behind; she was married, and loved the world and its pleasures. Magnificently dressed, she visited Bernard; he refused to see her, and only at last consented to do so, not as her brother, but as the minister of Christ. The words he then spoke moved her so much that, two years later, she retired to a convent with her husband’s consent, and died in the reputation of sanctity. Bernard’s holy example attracted so many novices that other monasteries were erected, and our Saint was appointed abbot of that of Clairvaux. Unsparing with himself, he at first expected too much of his brethren, who were disheartened at his severity; but soon perceiving his error, he led them forward, by the sweetness of his correction and the mildness of his rule, to wonderful perfection. In spite of his desire to lie hid, the fame of his sanctity spread far and wide, and many churches asked for him as their Bishop. Through the help of Blessed Eugenius III., his former subject, he escaped this dignity; yet his retirement was continually invaded: the poor and the weak sought his protection; bishops, kings, and popes applied to him for advice; and at length Eugenius himself charged him to preach the crusade. By his fervor, eloquence, and miracles, Bernard kindled the enthusiasm of Christendom, and two splendid armies were despatched against the infidel. Their defeat was only due, said the Saint, to their own sins. Bernard died A.D. 1153. His most precious writings have earned for him the titles of the last of the Fathers and a Doctor of Holy Church.
REFLECTION.—St. Bernard used to say to those who applied for admission to the monastery, "If you desire to enter here, leave at the threshold the body you have brought with you from the world; here there is room only for your soul.". Let us constantly ask ourselves St. Bernard’s daily question, "To what end didst thou come hither ?"
I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . .
I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .
(“From Beyond”, 16 November 1920)
Presumably, the only type of "rape" which allowed.
As if there is a FUCKING LEGITIMATE REASON for rape.
What? Date rape? Random rape? Incestuous rape?
Now you know where the Republican Party stands.
In the circle which says there is a "legitimate" rape, which is permisable.
Posted by B.man at 8/20/2012 12:18:00 PM
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Life is truly the ultimate horror. Forget the machete. Forget the chainsaws. There's no such thing as happily ever after.