Neanderpundit

God guide their hands and minds.

I have a few friends who own these unfortunate vehicles. I know they are economical, practical, durable workhorses, which will do any task asked of them; and do it utterly without style. I have often wondered why anyone would own one of these vehicles of legendary ugliness; then it dawned on me: It’s me. Ugly? Yes. Practical? yes. Durable? yes. Cheap to own? in spades. All this time I’ve been disparaging the Element (which element, I suspect as Click and Clack say, is probably Butt-Uglium) but in point of fact, it’s the car that most closely approximates me.

Good grief.

All the nimrods who are praying for a new “liberal” pope, feck off.

Here’s the deal: You don’t go the ford dealership, buy a Ford, then complain it’s not a Pontiac. If you want to worship God, and you want to simultaneously be gay, Go to one of the churches that will accept you, there are a lot of them. Want married priests? go somewhere else. Want condom use? be a lutheran.

This is not a cafeteria plan. There are rules. Don’t like them? tough. Go where the rules suit you. I will not hear anything about “well, I love being a catholic but” Sorry. Being a catholic means following the rules of catholicism. I’m not officially a catholic anymore because I’ve remarried outside the church. So I can’t receive communion, etc. Those are the rules. I follow them. I don’t like them, but I caused that by my direct actions, just as the direct actions of many people cause them some trouble with the church. I’m not going to ask the Church to change it’s rules to accomodate my sins, and neither will you.

Update: Francis Poretto expounds, with his usual depth of analysis.