mea maxima culpa
yesterday's aha moment arrived while i was standing in the local grocer's waiting in line at the customer service desk for a copy of a new dvd. the line was about fifteen minutes long (elvin conceptions of being helpful aside this could be an actual "waste of time", but feh.) anyway, the line went past the racks of newspapers. on the cover of the new york times was a picture of popa nearly dancing next to dububbaya just looking as gleeful as i've ever seen an 80 yr old German. the paper next to this was our local rag. the headline was big and bold. popa's quote, "we are deeply ashamed." my mind flitted back and forth between the image and the words, until finally it dawned on me that i was near shouting, "HE'S _SO_ FULL OF SHIT!" it's like paris hilton apologizing for all the syphilis in manhattan in the seventies, but still. i don't think his apology has even that much weight. my heart goes out to those whose lives were destroyed by priest abuse, they deserve every tithe and more, though that'd still not make up for it. and this farcical tour of his is pre-empting the compassion summit in seattle last week. i want to shoot my tv.