there are days....

... when i wake up angry. nothing serious, just annoyed by some subconscious ditty or another. today wasn't one of them. i bounded out of bed, put on some java, and about spilled it in my lap. allow me to explain in more detail:

i woke up at the crack of 16:00 (don't hate me, i work in the middle of the night), and started my normal routine of wading through the webpages in my favorites category. i have a folder for blogs, and in there is a link to 'clean cut kid', the work of an informed leftist right here in our red state. normally this blog is about the nasty doings of the local political right, and makes for some interesting fun in a shake-yer-fist sort of way.

today, i couldn't believe my red, unfocused eyes. i believe i began to understand, in small part, the term "recovering catholic", and what it could and/or may portend.

in today's world, so full of entirely needless suffering, i would hope that the church would be a beacon, an ages old place of sanctuary where people could get the help -spiritual and otherwise- that they need to move forward. conversely, i feel it has become something else altogether. shame on you, father christensen.