I have been so busy rehearsing for the play The Rimers of Eldritch that I haven't had time to post for a week. And meanwhile, liberals are still up to their old tricks. Guided by PC, someone has put up a sign in the NHS hallway ordering us not to use 'gay' to mean stupid or uncool. Despite the extreme amount of 'hate speech' apparently goin' down (and almost always when no homosexuals are in sight), I've gotta say, that sign is so gay! This is Northampton! Gays are seldom insulted, and certainly not as much as Christians. I mean, usually in Noho the word gay is just bandied about by straight men demeaning other straight men for their girliness, whereas there's practically an elite class whose profession is insulting God and the Catholic Church.
At least I'm still ahead of them in the happy realm of poetry:
Sonnet XXXIII: Go not to Mass
Can't we two gather in the Duomo
A shelter from the without satan's smoke,
Show to his blinding arm, some counterstroke
And then in His unrestrained mercy go?
No. When in Holy Mass we kneal and pray
Silent before the ark, three high hums sound,
Embarrased, then a chirp. As we glance 'round,
I look to you: My too-bright chorus say
Your immodest joy to God at his throne.
But here, my dear, buoyant and becoming
You are against a liturgy drumming,
Rev'rent: That loved of saints, do you bemoan.
Let's stir not the Word, let's say a Ros'ary prayer
In singing notes, ask thus for Jesus' care.
It is written for a cute girl, again Jewish, who is so hyper and silly that she'll occasionally make a silly sound, and quick become embarrased (with a cute smile).
For the record: Go to Mass.