I admit it. In the face of swine flu, the economy, joblessness, foreclosures and Lindsay Lohan's meltdown, this is just a silly post. At least I warned you. I apologize to those of you who might have seen these photos but for those of you who haven't, here you are. While I think the whole exchange is hilarious, it does point to a larger issue. I don't know what it is, I'm just trying to justify posting this.










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If they exhibited a sense of humor like this a little more often, there's a tiny chance they could win me back.
"Dear Delia,
I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your cat. I remember how devastated I was when my cat (Hieronymus) died.
The key text is Romans 8.19-21 but study the whole passage 8.18-39. It may be that cats don't have 'souls' but this text points to the renewal of the whole of creation. I hope it will be of some comfort to you.
Best wishes
Richard B."
So, that won't settle it for some, but it does for me. I have to give the Catholics credit on this one for their signs. Maybe the Presbyterians think cats aren't predestined to go?
The 11th commandment: Thou shall not park except in designated spots. Sinners will be towed.
Rated.
I think it's actually an attempt to get the gutterpunk kids (ALL of whom have dogs) into church. I don't know whether it works or not.
Interestingly, the church is a storefront church that takes up one half the building. The other half is taken up by The Double Play, which is the second-sleaziest gay bar in the Quarter.