Baseball and Hellbound Protties

Last night we went to Porky's, our favorite blue-collar pizza parlor (excuse me, pizza palace) in San Leandro. They had baseball on the TV. I had forgotten that there were still teams playing baseball. Even this late in October. I was just at the Colliseum yesterday but there was no game going on. Come to think of it, none of the players were around either, so they must be done for the year. Too bad, as the weather has been much better for baseball in October than in September.

Maybe in April, when we are in Arizona with the team I might suggest the idea of playing baseball in October to one of their folks. It really makes marketing sense, as a few more weeks of baseball are sure to increase ad revenues, ticket sales, memorabilia sales, etc. Maybe it would be one of those suggestions best left to Saturday night, closing one of the bars with the marketing folks:

"You know, you ought to consider playing in October! I think October baseball would go over very well in Oakland. And I am not talking about that one week into the month business, either, but all the way through..."

Of course in April, everyone is positive that THIS YEAR will be THE YEAR! So, the natural response is "oh, you watch. Come October we're going to sweep the Series!"

April optimism. I bet even that every April the Cubs think that they aren't going to stink. Hah!

And speaking of stinking, that makes me think of heretics, liberals, apostates, and pagans.

The other day, in writing about Meier, I said, "to Hell with her" due to her abandoning the True Faith for some Prottie Dog Heresy (tm). A friend of mine said, "oh no, that is too much like Hamlet."

So let me clarify. When I said "to Hell with her" I meant that not as a wish but simply as an observation. It seems to be her wish. I hope she sees the light and comes back to Holy Mother Church and the Sacraments. I also hope that she withdraws from consideration and the President appoints a real nominee, but that is beside the point.

The point is that this bright woman is on the road to Hell, a road of her own choosing, and it is too bad.

So, here is some food for thought:

There are no Protestants in Heaven.

Pray! Obey! Fight! (and thanks to the Professor for this wonderful combination of two great slogans. I think I might make him an honorary Falangist).

And, while on the topic of stinking pagans, have you ever noticed how comical the Wicci people are? Where does Central Casting find them? OF course around the Feast of All Saints, they come out of the woodwork, declaring that they don't wear pointy hats, that they don't ride brooms, but then they spout all of this balderdash that is actually funnier than the stereotypical witchery (and I am not saying that they are telling the truth, as they are devil worshippers, even as they say they aren't. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't wear pointy hats in their covens. I have certainly heard some cackle).

Neo-Wiccans would be a laugh riot if they weren't spreading this crap around. The Armed Forces have Wiccan chaplains. These are grown-ups with a solemn duty, and they are running around dabbling in this stuff. I bet you Portugal doesn't have Wiccan chaplains (Spain, alas, has a prime minister who might as well be a witch, complete with black hat and broom). Malta doesn't have Wiccan chaplains.

Wiccan chaplains did not tend to Miguel Cervantes at the battle of Lepanto!

If there are two crimes that are deserving of the death penalty they are:

1. Promoting Celto-Germanic paganism and
2. Promoting the ordination of women

Under the Keilholtz Dictatorship the law will read:

"All those women and their accomplices (accomplicesses?) who have hands laid on them on riverboats shall be burned at the stake with the rest of their coven."

Posted by erik at October 20, 2005 10:58 AM | TrackBack