Between saying the Office, walking the dog, tending to the bees and the garden, baking altar breads, stringing rosaries for the missions and plaiting disciplines for the growing number of Traditional-Orders-(and-more-and-more-Oratories)-of-one-or-two that count on my expertise with that rare craft . . .
So in my free time it's just me and the computer, which means I've been able to introduce you to Blogging Fruitcakes galore: the anti-Francis freaks of RetRorate, Fr ZZ (top), the anti-every-Pope-but-Benedict XVI (even though he required her absolute ordination) Rev. Mother M. John Cunniwicke, the bow-tied dear olde things of The New Liturgical (Bowel) Movement and of the sodomy-obsessed Blogger-in-the-Closet-in-Chief Mundaboor.
But just the other day, I discovered a FaceBook Fruitcake!
Everyone's warning us of the dangers of Social Media.
Who knew that a principal casualty could be your ecclesiastical career?!?!?!?
Case in point: imagine being pastor of one of the largest parishes in the Archdiocese, and Director of Liturgy for the Archdiocese, and posting THIS about your newly-appointed Archbishop?