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So I am going to share the priest story because it’s so funny.

He was at my house, watching the first debate on CNN of all things. Two other people were also there, also me, and Father Tom.

I saw him yesterday, btw, he conducted mass and he was quite amazing I must say.

Heh. Seems he wrote a letter to the editor to the local rag and a bunch of people got mad. His letter was wonderful, to the effect that Catholics are opposed to abortion because it is the killing of an unborn human being.

Duh.

And criticism of Catholics for “forcing” our beliefs on others is unjustified and then Father Flowers uses the example of, get this, Muslims who kill their sisters who were raped for the shame this brings on the family.

Would we welcome the murder of women who are raped for the shame they bring as permitted by Sharia law?

Of course not.

So there’s no logic for being against the murder of unborn babies, ESPECIALLY late term if you want to get picky...that has nothing to do with Catholicism?

If we allow the murder of unborn babies why wouldn’t we, some day, allow the murder of raped women?

Anyway, somebody wrote the Bishop a letter about his editorial and yada, yada.

“I want everyone who feels that the murder of the unborn is wrong to stand with me,” he said and I’m thinking...What? Does he want us all to stand up?

He made references to standing with him several more times and soon we were all standing up to join him. Also Father Flowers has no hesitation about going after Muslims and I like that.

Then he tells us about his left knee, which has no cartlidge left....the guy weights almost 400 pounds. Do they give people this heavy new knees?

Anyway, I was sitting next to Father Tom when Donald Trump said something that had him protesting.

All of a sudden his 200 pound arm falls down heavy upon my own arm, which isn’t so small but go with me here, that was one big arm.

For almost a full minute that huge arm laid upon my own and I swore to God that if I must sit in this position for the rest of my life, with Father Tom’s arm holding my down with no movement I can make, than I shall sit here to my death.

Notice how I didn’t push him away in ire although it was just an arm on my arm, not an arm going up my dress or anything.

So I sat with his arm on mine, pondering how to get out of this when, suddenly, he lifts his arm then resting on mine, raises it into the air, looks at it oddly as if ‘what the hell did you do?’ and removed it.

Heh.

Like I said, I’d still be sitting there with that arm on mine had he not moved it first.

Point being, serious....I know Father Tom is a priest but go with me....he’s a man.

Men do this shit.

Heh.

It’s a small story but seriously folks, I am no raving beauty but the men do seem to be like a bus. You miss one, another one comes right along.

Been married four times, lived with a few....and I’m no virgin if you get my point.

But I know men. I like men, for the most part.

Heh.