Sleeping in the bed that the feminists made and other random thoughts

• When I was a child my parents lived in a building that had an office employee whose nick name was Pinky. I never knew what Pinky's real name was. He always wore pink or pastels and his hair was in the same style as my mother's. He hated children, spoke quietly and quickly to men, and hung around with a group of older women with no families or husbands. They hissed and cackled like a coven of witches.  I never saw him with any of my mother's friends or any women who seemed happy or nice. My mother was polite to him but since she despised gossip  she never conversed with him about anything but maintenance requests. 
  
  There is a priest, who I will not name who reminds me of Pinky. He spends a lot of time on social media and seems to have a bee in his bonnet concerning the nun who spoke at the RNC convention. I was too young to understand why Pinky seemed timid or hostile towards normal ladies  and although I take offense at the nun's referring to Our Lady as an unwed mother,  I think I see what this priest's problem might be. When I was a child I found Pinky to be frightening at times because of the blazing meanness that always seemed to exude from him  but as an adult I look at this Pinky-like priest and feel revulsion and then profound sadness because he is a priest.
  
   One day a future pope is going to have the courage to suppress  the Jesuits, and  the Legion of Christ and require a severe reform of much of the Franciscan and Redemptorist orders. 
  
  St. Peter Damian, pray for us. 
  
  
  
  
  
•  A week ago a woman walked up to a Philadelphia cathedral lector who had just finished reading  and punched her twice. It probably wouldn't have made the news if it hadn't been caught on the Mass live stream video. The police later said the attacker is non compos mentis  and let her go. Some people assumed that this was a BLM attack but it's more likely that this woman was simply nuts. The mad, the drug addict, and the drunkard are usually to be found on the steps, the grounds and in the pews of big city churches, especially the cathedrals. When Rocky attended Bible study at St. Mathew's Cathedral he used to check the ladies room before anyone went in because it wasn't unusual to find someone in there who might get aggressive with a lone woman. 
  
  One person watched the video of the frightening incident  and asked in her Tweet where the men were. I didn't laugh but I did smile sadly. Ladies, depending on where you live, we women have been on our own for decades and quite a few of us deserve it. If you stood silent or cheered, "Go Girl!," while at least two generations of boys were mentally castrated then you don't have the right to complain "Where are the men?" 
  
  
  
  
  
• I remember when Hurricane Isabel hit Virginia. After three days with no power our apartment building got hot and humid and the smell in the common ares was pretty gross. When my husband I and stepped out into the hall we actually smelled waste and I do not mean kitchen trash. Why that happened when we all still had flushing toilets and tap water is a mystery but we never forgot how unpleasant things got within a mere three days. Just when I snapped and told Rocky that we had to go to my mother's, the power came back on. Rocky and I have been seriously thinking about what we are going to do in an civil emergency and the knowledge that quite a few of our neighbors are going to be a problem has got us looking for backup housing. Wherever we go, it has to be within driving range of a decent parish with a reverent Mass. 
  
  
  
  
  
• Speaking of parishes, Rocky and I were driving along and saw a church that we've never noticed before. We went in and it was awful. It was one of those gray and beige concrete block warehouse style churches with the corridors to the school, office and meeting rooms. It took a few minutes to find the actual church and then it took more minutes to find the Blessed Sacrament. We left because there was  a meeting going on and the attendees didn't look too happy to see us. I asked a Knight of Columbus who was there if they had a chapel and he told me that due to Corona the chapel was  being repurposed for use as their confessional.  When we went back to the car we noticed an old man praying his rosary in the garden. It was a nice garden and since it wasn't too inviting inside he had the right idea. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
• The younger Gordon brother and his wife are going to teach a Catholic Home Economics course starting in October. That's not a bad idea in itself. A shamefully large number of young people seem to have no idea how to fry an egg, clean a toilet properly or manage their personal finances.   However, if you don't have or want to spend  $250 for the course  you can watch home arts videos on You Tube at no additional cost beyond your internet service. Check out Alaska Granny, At Home with Lynn Wilson, This and That with Denise Jordan and Lynette Yoder.