Yet Another Reason To Dress Well: As has likely occured to our readers, virtually all of the pre-worn JCPenney jeans and Nikes worth their weight in gold are just junk made in China. A search of the former chain revealed no good, American made pants, but a visit to the local Jonathan Reid revealed a slew of slacks made in the States. Besides the good looks (and I tell you, if we could ever reform into a Catholic community as we should, there would be no jeans or Slipknot shirts; if one is to be a moral, chivalric man, they've got to go the whole nine yards and dress snazzy!), people should really be more responsible, and buy this stuff. I mean, I've got nothing against Chinamen, but handing over our hard earned dollars to those grubby ex-Commis is not a fine plan! I'm saying, put patriotism over popularity for once!
The Young and Once Good Pundit
A blog concerned generally with the finest points of politics, popery, poetry, and punditry, from the perspective of a young convert to the Roman Catholic religion.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
On the 15th of April, anno Domini MMVI, I finally was baptized and confirmed. T'was the most incredible experience of my life. Now, within the Catholic Church, I'm a neophyte (somewhat of a freshman).
Unfortunately, I was the only man in all of Northampton, Massachusetts to be baptized as an adult and converted formally to the One True Church of Jesus Christ. With a population teetering near 30,000, this is a pitiful show for the Church that must convert all the world. Due to it's impotency, I'll probrably move to Saint Benedict Center's hometown, Richmond, NH, after I graduate from a Catholic college. Saint Benedict Center is committed to teaching the faith without compromise, something the liberals who ran my RCIA could not do.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Michigan GOP is supporting Michigan Citizens for Life in an effort to amend the state's constitution, and define life as beginning at conception! As Cal Zastrow, the organizations leader said, "The party is staying true to its platform." !!!!!!! I may be mad, but I still have hope that one day the United States of America will join that hallowed league of Colombia, El Salvador, Malta, and Ireland where abortion is illegal. As Abraham Lincoln once said,
"No one has the right to do what is wrong". If the GOP will ever kick out its Arlen specters, doug Forresters, Mike Bloombergs, and Rudy Giulianis, I have no doubt that she will crush the Democrats and abortionists once and for all, and try once more to form a more perfect union.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
And the best poem of all...
Poem #5
Therein is seated the death of sorrow
O what lustre she sees on the morrow,
A silent, benevolent, living lady.
Maverick artist of the rising day,
A passionate star among Orion's train.
Intricate eyes were the poet's dismay,
Destiny's manifestation's hand convey
Eden anew's chanting, shuddering rain
neuce released by her hope and fair array.
Lamenting dusk reveals the evening haze
And let the satellite's pale, stolen glare
Define every strand of lovely auburn hair
Yes! Though never shall I earn her amber gaze.
Familiar minds and common thoughts despite,
Altruistic damsel, fairest fairy
Invoking eyes were bright frost-bit denarii
Rosary and quiet voice gave no requite.
Lay not down thy ardor, crusader knight!
Amber-eyed Hibernia keeps guard
Under vaulted cove to witness thy fight.
Render Saladin's sabre to minute shard
Endure in desperate Jaffa for maiden's sake
Nullify Christendom's bane, her soft hand's thorn.
This was written by me several months ago, and I will soon read it in Northampton High School's annual poetry slam; perhaps a blogger or two can enjoy it beforehand. God bless!
Monday, April 03, 2006
One fine damsel in one of my classes must depart in May, her being a senior. Her being quite pretty, I wrote this poem for her, which she will receive the day before she graduates. This blog being so unpopular, I might as well post it here ahead of time; she won't find out!
On Miss Southerland's Depart
Erica, her beauty floweth over
The sweet-sipped cider of late October.
A bit is good, with some for all,
For fairness flowed so free this fall.
The earth was filled far in such soft cider
Which warmed our ankles, sprung from the cistern;
And as she now recedes
I must weep.
Its the best I could cook up last evening; I hope I will win a nice hug!
The sweet-sipped cider of late October.
A bit is good, with some for all,
For fairness flowed so free this fall.
The earth was filled far in such soft cider
Which warmed our ankles, sprung from the cistern;
And as she now recedes
I must weep.
Its the best I could cook up last evening; I hope I will win a nice hug!

