…and various Churchmen and Catholic entities with short views on ecclesiology and long views on themselves shuffle their feet and clear their throats.
Take it away, Father Rutler!
…and various Churchmen and Catholic entities with short views on ecclesiology and long views on themselves shuffle their feet and clear their throats.
Take it away, Father Rutler!

A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Betty Duffy
Charlotte was Both
I Have to Sit Down
The Onion
The Fine Delight
First Things
Dappled Things
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
Transcendental Musings
The Ironic Catholic
DarwinCatholic
Inside Catholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Catholic Radio International
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
The Lion & The Cardinal (Daniel Mitsui)
Babes in Babylon
Fort o' Tude
Ellen Finnigan
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Godspy
Godsbody
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Don’t be silly.
You can’t be serious.
I take it this is somewhat different in tone than his brother’s Mapp & Lucia books?
Hi JOB
You’re a pretty fair wordsmith. Help me with the title of an essay I am writing.
Which sounds better?
Behind every pile of dead bodies stands a politician
In the shadows of the mountains of bodies lurks a politician
If a politician is king of the hill, the hill is made of dead bodies.
Syllogistic my brother.
The road to being a politician and/or Hell is paved with a pile of dead bodies and/or priests’ skulls.
Both sound fine, CM, but I would add:
…counting the buttons, shoes, gold fillings…and airport grants.
JOB
Kneel, then, wherever you may be:
I am the Lord of the World, said he,
And I’ll kneecap you if you won’t kneel to me,
Then you’ll kneel to me as your lord, said he.
This ruling or whatever it is does not bother me in the least bit. What bothers me is their predictability and lack of vision.
“Oh look a gargantuan incomprehensible bureaucracy imposes itself on the world to throw gasoline on a fire that it caused in the first place.”