In Which Ironicus Announces: We Are Precogs

OK so you probably come to this blog thinking no matter how badly things are going in your life, at least you aren't Ironicus Maximus. That's all right. Socially redeeming value is overstated anyway and though this blog may be the scale that forms along the toobz of these here inter webs, we proudly proclaim that we also serve who only...uh...waste your time.

Well, that probably could have been phrased better, but our point is that even though your visit to our little neighborhood is preceded by low expectations, occasionally even we rise to the level of mildly informative. To wit: Last week in what has become semi-regular visits to the red hat club we wrote the following:

His strong comments placed the blame for the crisis squarely on the sins of pedophile priests (who, he pointed out, are legally not employees of the vatican, but private contractors), repudiating the Vatican's initial response to the scandal, in which it blamed the media as well as pro-choice and pro-gay marriage advocates, sun spots, the economic collapse in Greece and the designated hitter rule for mounting a campaign against the church and the pope.

Now, admittedly that part about those in the church employ being private contractors was a throw away line, one of those things our fingers type while our minds are occupied  with higher thoughts, like when did they add a Hajib competition to the Miss America pageant? However, it those very times when we have totally distracted ourselves, even from our distraction that we are open to higher signals, to the force if you will, to echoes of future time, to eternity, to the very voice of god. Stoli helps too, but we'll let old Benedicto tell it:

The Vatican on Monday will make its most detailed defense yet against claims that it is liable for U.S. bishops who allowed priests to molest children, saying bishops are not its employees and that a 1962 Vatican document did not require them to keep quiet, The Associated Press has learned.

 Yes, ladies and gentlemen you heard it here first. El Popo Grande is cutting the boinkers loose. May the sweet Jebus and his sainted momma watch over their  pasty white behinds 'cause misters, this here church is aloha.

Now don't go getting all huffy either padres. Read your bible, Matthew 28:20 says Jesus is with you until the end of time, but Bene? He jets.  See ya don't want to be ya.