Last Saturday Rocky and I went to Mass and were "treated" to the spectacle of the guest priest telling a joke about an assassination attempt on the president. I think the priest misjudged the room. Yes he was in DC and most of the people in the pews were government workers who will still be voting Democrat five years after they're dead but there was a sound in the church of decent people gasping in surprise.
After the dismissal Rocky asked if I was going to say something to Father Visitor or to the pastor who was completely blindsided by the joke, poor man. I said "no," and bolted for the door. Fr. Visitor is supposed to be here for three weeks. I really hope he's not celebrating this week.