This kitten needs a good home
I’m hoping one of our kind readers in the Washington Metro area will adopt this kitten. Her name is Lisette. I think she is about eight to ten weeks old. Please email if you can give her a home!
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This kitten needs a good home
I’m hoping one of our kind readers in the Washington Metro area will adopt this kitten. Her name is Lisette. I think she is about eight to ten weeks old. Please email if you can give her a home!
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DC Radio station WTOP reports that a rifle and scope were found in the suspect’s car. Thanks be to God!
I have no time this morning to take a stab at this. Nearly the entire piece has this tone:
In its Oct. 18 official rejection of the U.S. Bishops’ proposals pertaining to sexual abuse, Vatican bureaucrats sent a disturbing message to Catholics everywhere: Child sexual abuse is no big deal.
It was written by Paul Steidler and Mark Serrano, members of the Survivors Network of those Abused by Priests. Is this righteous indignation or just plain wrong?
I saved a very, very small part of the planet today
Twice in as many days I witnessed a guy who works next door throw his empty soda can into the sewer right outside my office window. The sewer drains into a gulley that drains into a large pond across the street. A gaggle of geese lives around the pond. Yesterday I vowed if I ever saw him do that again I would give him a biodegradable piece of my mind. Today I did. In the nicest possible way I introduced myself, told him what I’d seen him do and kindly asked him if he had a can he wish to dispose of he should come into my office, ask for me, and I would see that it was properly recycled. I asked his name, shook his hand firmly, and told him it was nice to meet him. He was embarassed and, I think, somewhat frightened.
No one is ever going to mistake me for Captain Planet because I drive a Ford Explorer, I smoke rather large cigars, and I can eat about one fifth of my weight in veal before losing consciousness. I don’t chain myself to trees much less hug them, but I believe that God has given us as a race stewardship of this planet in the same way he has given us as individuals stewardship of our mind, body and soul. Some times doing good simply means not doing bad.
An editorial in today’s Washington Times
We don’t have any armchair advice for the police. We don’t care whether they hold press conferences once an hour or once a day. We don’t think we know better than them how to do their job. We are disinclined to criticize any part of their job performance. We only have two words for the police, sheriffs, FBI, ATF, and other law-enforcement men and women in our communities: Thank you. Thank you for doing the best you can. Thank you for trying to find one clever killer out of a population of 4 million. Thank you for working overtime and missing your families and home. Thank you for dashing to the scene of the most recent outrage at all hours of the day and night. Thank you for standing in the middle of the Beltway stopping traffic never knowing whether in the next car you will be looking down the nose of a grumbling commuter or down the barrel of the killer’s gun. And thank you for doing all this at a pay substantially below that of most of us whom you are risking your lives to protect.