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Speak the truth in love. Eph 4:15

[Unam Sanctam]

Bishops exist to proclaim the Gospel of Christ Jesus. It is not their own. They are not innovative theologians, especially when it comes to Moral Theology. They are responsible for handing on the tradition of Jesus Christ, faithful to his word, faithful in administering his sacraments, and faithful to the life of prayer.

So true, and precisely what the Spongs, Smiths and Robinsons of this world forget or deny.

[AnAmericanMother]

Just happen to know the song he refers to - from Les Miserables (my daughter's theater group at school just put it on last year). The subject of the song is a scaly innkeeper who exploits the heroine and persecutes the hero.

Moderately bad language, for those who wish to avert their eyes:

Master of the house / Keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em / Of a sou or two
Watering the wine / Making up the weight
Pickin' up their knick-knacks / When they can't see straight
Everybody loves a landlord / Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases / Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!

Master of the house / Quick to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby / To pass him by
Servant to the poor / Butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, And lifelong mate!
Everybody's boon companion / Everybody's chaperone
But lock up your valises / Jesus! Won't I skin you to the bone!

His slatternly wife's version works, too:

`Master of the house?' / Isn't worth me spit!
`Comforter, philosopher' / -- and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain / Regular Voltaire
Thinks he's quite a lover / But there's not much there
What a cruel trick of nature / Landed me with such a louse
God knows how I've lasted / Living with this bastard in the house!

All together now:

Masters of the land / Always get our share
Clear away the barricades / And we're still there!
We know where the wind is blowing / Money is the stuff we smell.
And when we're rich as Croesus / Jesus! Won't we see you all in hell!