[Thorondir]

Now, Thorondir, I know you're going to question my motives here, and that's fine.

No. Not really. Your solution would be fine with me, I think, though I am not certain I know what you are saying. It would be fine for me not to have the twister-players paw at me like chimpanzees during an irreverent gossip-society gathering, where I have to walk out hurt at the end and tell my children to push all of father's wacked-out heresies out of their minds on the way home.

That's all I ask. Is it too much? I just want to be a plain, old, rational, reverent, Catholic rather than a Druid/Gaia/Wiccan/Feminazi/Liberal/Modernist/Beelzebubbian.

Now I know that many NO masses are good and reverent and clean, but the situation is mind-bogglingly out-of-control here in Tuscoddom and Arizomorrah.

[rogator]

"Now I know that many NO masses are good and reverent and clean, but the situation is mind-bogglingly out-of-control here in Tuscoddom and Arizomorrah"

Having grown up in Arizona and left there in the very early sixties, I was amazed at the liturgical wasteland I encountered when I was assigned to an Arizona air base in 1984. I did not even recognize the interiors of churches I had attended and served Mass in fifteen years earlier. The abuses in the Masses were outrageous.
Unfortunately the abuses I encountered then in Arizona I am encountering now in Oregon.