Well, my little morsels, Father D is all over it, or as that Uptown Funk Priest Dude would say, Fo' Sho', Ma Shizzle Bro (I wanted to use another word here but people are so darn sensitive)! (ewww . . . ).
And we're goin' Traddie Catholic Old-School, "Reform of the (Mentally Unbalanced) Reform" taking our cue from the Lenten Stational Churches in the abrogated Timeless-But-Only-Timeless-Since-1570 Missale Romanum, where each day of Lent was celebrated at a "Stational Church."
Yup, we're going to visit four of everyone's favorite Stational Nuts:
Made Fun & Easy:
DAMN YOU TOO!
(Gosh if that picture doesn't remind me of the Sister of Mercy DREs who biked into the Supine Farm way back when, butts and tats and all). Reynaldo taught those "dudes" a thing or two!)
Lenten Stational Nut IV: "The Admirable Father Z(ed)!"
Through the miracle of modern technology, I was able
Take it away Fr Z (original text in red - hey just like over at his blog!)
When I was in Rome last October with a pilgrimage group of mentally unbalanced weirdos for the Summorum Pontificum Pilgrimage, which you dumb laity readers paid for, several thousand kilos of pasta and endless liters of wine included (there is another coming up this October – start sending me money now, you cheap bastards!), we had a private tour of the barracks of the Swiss Guards.
|From my visit to the Swiss Guard barracks in October 2014.|
When we were in the armory, she explained how uncomfortable the jockstraps are for the men, because they are not individually crafted. Imagine. Holy merde by the truckload, baby, did I imagine! I imagined so much I had to
However, she said that her fiancee, now husband, the Corporal wanted to get an individually fitted jockstrap.
It would coast 6000 Euro, which was out of their reach on a guard’s salary. That reminded me of how many things were out of my reach. So again I had to
However, my heart melted - and a few other bodily organs did some amazing somersaults, needless to say - when I imagined what those guards would look like all custom-fitted by yours truly. Even the fact that she said it would have Saint Sergius on the front and Saint Bacchus on the back didn't help much.
I had an idea. Actually I had several ideas. I couldn't keep the ideas from coming. I did not entertain these ideas. They entertained me! So once again I had to
What if we could find, world-wide, say, 60 gullible idiots who would PayPal to my almost empty account €100 (c. $114) for this project?
My suggestion would be that, if it isn’t too much trouble, perhaps the names of the people who donated could then be inscribed either inside the jockstrap itself or on some part of the case for it. Just thinking. Don't worry, I'll check each one after each Guard has it on just to make sure it fits properly and they spelled the donor's name right.
Does this appeal? Sure as shit appeals to me. This might even get Reynaldo to come home.
The donations would be made through MY PayPal to a specially created account for ME to HAND DELIVER at least to the cute Swiss Guards. Right now the dollar is quite strong against the the euro. Right now my account is emptier than a Novus Ordo convent at Mass time. This is a good time. And a good time will be had - by all. Or at least by me. And isn't that what's it all about? Me - and good times for me paid for by you?
Just say, "Yes, Father, because you are ontologically so superior to us and we are barely worthy to provide funding for your every wish!" Now: