Golly! That’s nine days away! Sorry about that, y’all. Had some things to think about. I’m retiring. If Diocletian can quit to grow cabbages so can I. It’s just so boring! I’ve got a confession to make. I can’t be arsed over the Asteroid anymore.
This is a photo of the main strip in Norcia’s centro storico, getting ready for the festa di San Benedetto tomorrow. It comes off the Twitter page of the Norcia commune. Apparently we’re supposed to be proud that the town is now beholden to the
It’s a question of re-orientation. Our attention, while we think we are attending to the will of God, is wholly centred on the world. It is nagging me, this feeling that there is a strange and apparently disconnected series of things that somehow, when put
Latest for the Remnant “The Purgative Way and the call to holiness; How to Ignore Walter Kasper and Co. and Become a Saint.” It’s all part of my ongoing effort to focus on the Faith instead of the Crisis alone. To use the Crisis as
All his plots, all his machiavellian manipulations, his grasping at power and lust, his ruined vocation, a life spent on evil, and it was all for nothing. The thought of his condition now is terrifying. May God have mercy on him. And on us, on all