Someone remind me that it's a terrible idea to respond to someone's post on FB comparing the Penn State situation to Planned Parenthood and their "cover up of child sex abuse." Because it was posted by a Catholic.

"terrible" is spelled "lots of fun." But maybe not....

Tell them another Catholic told you, "Full speed ahead, and nuke 'em from orbit."

I just want to post, "Seriously? You really want to use THIS argument?" It was something to the affect that March of Dimes and the Susan Komen foundation both give to PP and by supporting these charities, you're abetting PP's crimes.

I could also post something about how every penny in the plate in a Catholic church has done the same thing.

I less than three JZ.

How you feeling, by the way?

Wait - PP was covering up child abuse? Is that for real because I can't tell if they are comparing abortion to child abuse or if there was something more.

No, it wasn't. But James O'Keefe tried to trap some PP employees with a sting about underage prostitutes. And the Attorney General of Kansas was trying to get all the abortion records from PP in the state in order to search for "proof of rape or incest." It was never established but a lot of Right to Life groups spread that information.

I just want to ask her sooooo badly how much she's donated to the Catholic church.

I would call it out. I usually just ignore political stuff I disagree with, but when my hs chem teacher posted something sorta wishywashy on the whole Penn State thing, I went to town (not that this is political, just ...I filter that stuff.)

I'm kinda crankily pleased that my comments got so much support from other posters who I don't even know.

Loki and the 'kin are playing. By playing I mean: racing around the house after each other, pretty much in turn, few hisses, growls or barks. Now Loki is sprawled on his back, merping and meeping at the 'kin, who is under the futon.

Now if I could just convince her that MK is not a threat. And Devi stops stalking. I think I'm going to have to shut Pumpkin in the bedroom while I'm away for TG, which will likely be a setback, but I just don't trust Devi until the 'kin outweighs her. 'Kins fierce, but wee and Devi can be a stone bitch killer.

This lapsed Catholic, baptised by a priest who was abusing boys, cosigns what JZ said.

Fine, but sneezy as hell; if it isn't the ick, it's allergies.

And... sigh. While writing the above sentence, I glanced over the laptop and saw that Matilda had fallen fast asleep, swooning gracefully on the couch in the hand-me-down flower girl dress our wedding flower girl had given her last year -- that flower girl was 9 at the time, so the dress is still ballgown-huge and foofy on her, and she looked like a toddler version of Suzi Parker in a '50s Vogue spread. Rousing her to slip her into PJs has resulted in a storm of sobbing, so I'm off for the time being.

It's hard to give up the gowns, poor noodle!