see what it is like in Traddie-land, which now appears to be my vacation destination.
It’s a mystery. I don’t know how the Traddies deal with the knuckleheads that they attract, like the fart that lectured me at Latin Mass on Palm Sunday because I wasn’t a cynic like him explaining to me that no Christian should be voting in today’s America. Nobody is worth a vote.
Maybe I should become anti-social.
Well, humans are dirty garbage animals.