But today even my petrified heart strings were tugged in that direction (must be that upcoming Holy Year of Mercy) by the strange plight that seems to have struck the Z-man, even as he escapes his exhausting ontologically superior life dividing his time between being stuck in Chinese-food-free Madison designing Fabulous Frilly Antique Vestments and getting his not inconsiderable ass out of Madison by adding up Frantic Frequent Flyer Miles. And he's already put out word to the brainless laity that he wants to celebrate the Traditional Latin Mass in Hong Kong. So hop to it: Get the Dong to Hong Kong to Make Up for Crap You've Done Wrong. Has a ring to it, eh? But I digress . . .
The other day, Father Z rejoiced that Pope Francis judged someone . . . And, typically, the Z-man found a chance to make $ome non-$tipend $hekels off the sad news, by using a pope he has no use for!.
But then this came across the international wire today and, like I said, even my hardened heart was stirred to pity for the pathetic plight of poor Father Z.
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