Bet you can’t.
Channeling Upton Sinclair: Read this disgusting MIRROR story about the horse meat scandal in Europe. And then try to eat boxed lasagna.
“Dear Brothers,
I have convoked you to this Consistory, not only for the three canonizations, but also to communicate to you a decision of great importance for the life of the Church. After having repeatedly examined my conscience before God, I have come to the certainty that my strengths, due to an advanced age, are no longer suited to an adequate exercise of the Petrine ministry. I am well aware that this ministry, due to its essential spiritual nature, must be carried out not only with words and deeds, but no less with prayer and suffering. However, in today’s world, subject to so many rapid changes and shaken by questions of deep relevance for the life of faith, in order to govern the bark of Saint Peter and proclaim the Gospel, both strength of mind and body are necessary, strength which in the last few months, has deteriorated in me to the extent that I have had to recognize my incapacity to adequately fulfill the ministry entrusted to me. For this reason, and well aware of the seriousness of this act, with full freedom I declare that I renounce the ministry of Bishop of Rome, Successor of Saint Peter, entrusted to me by the Cardinals on 19 April 2005, in such a way, that as from 28 February 2013, at 20:00 hours, the See of Rome, the See of Saint Peter, will be vacant and a Conclave to elect the new Supreme Pontiff will have to be convoked by those whose competence it is.
“Dear Brothers, I thank you most sincerely for all the love and work with which you have supported me in my ministry and I ask pardon for all my defects. And now, let us entrust the Holy Church to the care of Our Supreme Pastor, Our Lord Jesus Christ, and implore his holy Mother Mary, so that she may assist the Cardinal Fathers with her maternal solicitude, in electing a new Supreme Pontiff. With regard to myself, I wish to also devotedly serve the Holy Church of God in the future through a life dedicated to prayer.”
The last Pope to resign was Gregory XII in 1415. I don’t think he Tweeted. Or wore beautiful red Prada shoes.
It’s flu recovery weekend. For Ayden it’s his letters, pop tarts and peanut butter cereal. For me, CAFFEINE for the first time in months. For mom, soup. And for all three of us lots of sleeps. A nice cold winter day for it, too. Later on we may embrace the world again and go for some Japanese. I really think so.
My local paper is applauding a DJ returning home from the ‘big cities,’ coming back to backwards Schuylkill county, and with him funk music in an all vinyl style.
I wish him luck and ANYTHING that makes this county more lively is a plus.
But my fear? There are already too many mullets existent in this area… And I’d hate to see them coupled with browns fuzzy carpets of the 70s.
Bring the vibe of funk, sure. But maybe also ditch flannels and mom jeans.
This seriously would be the scariest storm ever…
Braving the NYC blizzard to get to Saturday Night Live is none other than Justin Bieber. This is a snap from his Twitter with Lorne Michaels. I don’t have a joke. Lots of others will.. But I did initially think this was a grandmother celebrating her granddaughter’s first day of school.
I think all the cold and snow in New York will lead to lots of Sunday morning Bieber fever.
The median of the Long Island Expressway near exit 60. #NBCNewsStorm
(Video: Anthony Quintano / NBC News)
The sounds of silence on a major interstate after a blizzard. Somewhat chilling, no pun intended.
John Silver shovels snow between buried cars in front of his home on Third Street in South Boston, Saturday, Feb. 9, 2013.
AP Photo/Gene J. Puskar
How depressing.. Not being able to see your car in winter is similar to not able to see your feet after a big dinner. The digging out occurring now….in very windy conditions.
More: Young women dazed, restrained in hospital beds, acting possessed and then becoming catatonic. They’d been so normal, when suddenly their lives went haywire.
“One minute I’d be sobbing, crying hysterically, and the next minute I’d be laughing, said Susannah Cahalan, of New Jersey.
The other scary thing is that very often it may be completely misdiagnosed as a mental disorder .., or even in the religious world, as a satanic possession..
So…why the cluster?