On the Topic of Homosexual Pride...

Well, not completely, as the case I am blogging about is definitely one of heterosexual folks, but pride is certainly the issue.

Kathy Shaidle, in her huffy emotion-driven retreat from the sacraments, informs us that she is smarter than the officials of the Roman Catholic Church, whom she derides as "Eurotrash". Unfortunately she then goes on to prove that she isn't, although her regular readers have suspected this for a long time. One doesn't read Kathy Shaidle so much as to be informed, as to be amused.

It is similar to watching a dwarf bullfight: one does not go expecting great work with a bull, rather one goes looking for the grotesque. And eventually one stops going, when one realizes that the whole thing is a bit repugnant. Eventually I will probably stop reading her, as I have finally stopped reading Maureen Dowd, but I continue to be fascinated with this sort of Tory Rosie O'Donnell routine (a sort of poor man's Ann Coulter). All emotion, little thought, and funny as hell, when it doesn't seem like pissing on the front porch and expecting rewards.

More often than not I agree with Shaidle, as I often do with Coulter. She preens herself on what a good writer she is (look! she won a prize from the government, a government she claims to despise, and a government that will give her the blessing she wants for her marriage, hell, they will bless anything, men and men, dogs and cats, whatever. Why let a prior marriage get in the way?), which is unsavory to say the least, particularly when she is only slightly above average, but is generally entertaining.

However, I have a pretty strict policy: no ex-Catholics will have regular links on my blog, even semi-Catholic ones. To knowingly and willingly put yourself in an excommunicant state is even worse when you realize what it is that you are rejecting.

No, Kathy, you are not smart, not at all.