Old Time Religion in the Third World

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In a twist, these wealthy American congregations are essentially putting themselves up for adoption by Anglican archbishops in poorer dioceses in Africa, Asia and Latin America who share conservative theological views about homosexuality and the interpretation of Scripture with the breakaway Americans.

-- Laurie Goodstein, "Episcopalians Are Reaching Point of Revolt" in The New York Times

As the paleo-conservative Episcopalians splinter off, I cannot help finding it amusing that they would prefer to associate with Third World churches, while finding it reassuring that such values are more Third World than First World. I also wonder whether this also shows how far we have advanced in race relations that race is not a problem for even paleo-conservatives, preferring to jump into 'bed' with them, so to speak.

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Old Time Religion in the Third World

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In a twist, these wealthy American congregations are essentially putting themselves up for adoption by Anglican archbishops in poorer dioceses in Africa, Asia and Latin America who share conservative theological views about homosexuality and the interpretation of Scripture with the breakaway Americans.

-- Laurie Goodstein, "Episcopalians Are Reaching Point of Revolt" in The New York Times

As the paleo-conservative Episcopalians splinter off, I cannot help finding it amusing that they would prefer to associate with Third World churches, while finding it reassuring that such values are more Third World than First World. I also wonder whether this also shows how far we have advanced in race relations that race is not a problem for even paleo-conservatives, preferring to jump into 'bed' with them, so to speak.

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Raining Leaves

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How lovely to walk under a rain of leaves! The falling orange petals under a gray sky.

I suppose it would be too much to hope to walk under a light snow, crossing a whitening landscape. I hanker to experience that one more time in life.

As it is, it was too warm for the single sweat jacket that Monk brought out, which ended up tied around his waist, though it was pleasantly cool, probably too cool for shorts.

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Raining Leaves

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How lovely to walk under a rain of leaves! The falling orange petals under a gray sky.

I suppose it would be too much to hope to walk under a light snow, crossing a whitening landscape. I hanker to experience that one more time in life.

As it is, it was too warm for the single sweat jacket that Monk brought out, which ended up tied around his waist, though it was pleasantly cool, probably too cool for shorts.

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Spanish TV

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God, that info babe on the Spanish TV show "Republica Deportiva"! So bosomy and dressed in a little skirt with a slit that opens unto Paradise. I swear you can see flashes of panties.

It is even distracting me from "The Road." It is a little incongruous to be reading about stark barrenness in a post-apocalyptic world and then looking up and seeing the Land of Milk and Honey.

If only American TV would pick up on this. But I am afraid this is seen as being somehow degrading to women, pffft!

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Spanish TV

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God, that info babe on the Spanish TV show "Republica Deportiva"! So bosomy and dressed in a little skirt with a slit that opens unto Paradise. I swear you can see flashes of panties.

It is even distracting me from "The Road." It is a little incongruous to be reading about stark barrenness in a post-apocalyptic world and then looking up and seeing the Land of Milk and Honey.

If only American TV would pick up on this. But I am afraid this is seen as being somehow degrading to women, pffft!

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Blowjob Nation?

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The first time I heard a mother of girls talk about the teenage oral-sex craze, I made her cry. The story she told me—about a bar mitzvah dinner dance on the North Shore of Chicago, where the girls serviced all the boys on the chartered bus from the temple to the reception hall—was so preposterous that I burst out laughing. The thought of thirteen-year-old girls in party dresses performing a sex act once considered the province of prostitutes (we are talking here about the on-your-knees variety given to a series of near strangers) was so ludicrous that all I could do was giggle.

-- Caitlan Flanagan for The Atlantic

Here is a smokingly provocative article. I only skimmed it, and I am left hanging over how much is exaggerated and how much I have really been short-changed in life. Another hawt excerpt:

The moms in my set are convinced—they're certain; they know for a fact—that all over the city, in the very best schools, in the nicest families, in the leafiest neighborhoods, twelve- and thirteen-year-old girls are performing oral sex on as many boys as they can. They're ducking into janitors' closets between classes to do it; they're doing it on school buses, and in bathrooms, libraries, and stairwells. They're making bar mitzvah presents of the act, and performing it at "train parties": boys lined up on one side of the room, girls working their way down the row. The circle jerk of old—shivering Boy Scouts huddled together in the forest primeval, desperately trying to spank out the first few drops of their own manhood—has apparently moved indoors, and now (death knell of the Eagle Scout?) there's a bevy of willing girls to do the work.

I came across parts that suggested Ms. Flanagan was not inclined to jump on the extremist reaction of excited feminists, but she does seem to feel that we are a culture polluted by pornography, and that this is a problem. Unsurprisingly, I think it is great for young gals to discover their powers of self-expression, and the real problem is being left out.

( excerpt and rap lyrics )

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Blowjob Nation?

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The first time I heard a mother of girls talk about the teenage oral-sex craze, I made her cry. The story she told me—about a bar mitzvah dinner dance on the North Shore of Chicago, where the girls serviced all the boys on the chartered bus from the temple to the reception hall—was so preposterous that I burst out laughing. The thought of thirteen-year-old girls in party dresses performing a sex act once considered the province of prostitutes (we are talking here about the on-your-knees variety given to a series of near strangers) was so ludicrous that all I could do was giggle.

-- Caitlan Flanagan for The Atlantic

Here is a smokingly provocative article. I only skimmed it, and I am left hanging over how much is exaggerated and how much I have really been short-changed in life. Another hawt excerpt:

The moms in my set are convinced—they're certain; they know for a fact—that all over the city, in the very best schools, in the nicest families, in the leafiest neighborhoods, twelve- and thirteen-year-old girls are performing oral sex on as many boys as they can. They're ducking into janitors' closets between classes to do it; they're doing it on school buses, and in bathrooms, libraries, and stairwells. They're making bar mitzvah presents of the act, and performing it at "train parties": boys lined up on one side of the room, girls working their way down the row. The circle jerk of old—shivering Boy Scouts huddled together in the forest primeval, desperately trying to spank out the first few drops of their own manhood—has apparently moved indoors, and now (death knell of the Eagle Scout?) there's a bevy of willing girls to do the work.

I came across parts that suggested Ms. Flanagan was not inclined to jump on the extremist reaction of excited feminists, but she does seem to feel that we are a culture polluted by pornography, and that this is a problem. Unsurprisingly, I think it is great for young gals to discover their powers of self-expression, and the real problem is being left out.

( excerpt and rap lyrics )

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