Ob hearing of the Texas Santa Claus murders.


Ooh--You better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is gunning--for you.
He's made his list, he's checked it twice, and that bloodthirsty bastard's not very nice:
Santa Claus is gunning--for you.
He spies when you are sleeping, but he shoots when you're awake. He don't care if you're bad or good, he'll shoot you like a snake.
Don't sit on his lap Connie, don't give your wish list, Tim. He thinks you're greedy rat-tots, and they're all the same to him.
Oh, you better not shout, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is gunning for you.

Eulick McCreavis

Ain't It Grand?

If it turns out that He (or She, or It) does exist, it is patently obvious that God has delusions of grandeur.

Some shrink on the news says pedophilia is a biological condition. This would indicate that sexual preferences are all inborn.
When I was a kid I had no interest in playing doctor with children of either sex. I was much more interested in playing psychiatrist.
That is to say, shrink. I knew then that I could make pronouncements that would remain unquestioned for at least a little while.

When Innocent VIII pitched a fit
Poor witches took a hard hit
He hung them and burned them
Impaled them then scorned them
Because of his Papal Bull shit.

Hoof Ardette, SJ