You will have noticed, regular readers, that the Bear is making up for his hiatus by shoveling large quantities of poorly-written material into the never-satisfied maw of SCB. (Although rehabilitating St. Pope John Paul II's mishap with the Qur'an was a fun bit of agitprop.)
It's not so much that I'm bipolar: my energy is just unevenly distributed.
A blog article is perhaps the most ephemeral of literature. Most of them have a shelf-life of 24 hours. Maybe twice that with a Pewsitter bump. You can't even line your bird cage with them. You've got to move fast, fly under the reader's radar, drop your bomb right on target, then escape before their critical faculties can engage.
Once a reader suggested the Bear submit something to a real outlet, like First Things. Does the Bear think he could write that well? Maybe. But it would be work, and that's what he retired to get away from.The bliss of blogging is that you don't answer to anyone.
As if the Bear's distemper were not enough, last night his blood sugar rocketed up toward 400 micro-decaliters or whatever the units are. Anyway, this is supposedly high. (You didn't know a Bear could be diabetic? Try living on honey and berries and see what happens to you.)
Lent is just around the corner. Medical science has taken so much from the Bear he has hardly anything left to give up for spiritual reasons. He can't even wear a hair shirt (pointless, for obvious reasons). But there is one thing.
During Lent, SCB will be a Francis-Free zone. That's right. The Bear is giving up the Pope for Lent.
Oh dear, you say, whatever shall the Bear find to write about? (Some of you won't even say that sarcastically.) Well, the Bear doesn't know. He used to write about stuff until the Bergoglio Black Hole swallowed Catholic blogdom. He just needs to remember. (Good luck with that while he's on that pill that makes him... um... where was this going?)
Where indeed, you are asking yourselves right now.
Well there's an answer to that.
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