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I joined FB to get news about particular things, and the original reason that I joined has gone away.  Now I find myself getting really annoyed by a number of people who are from my old church who link YouTube videos, usually of beautiful choral music from England, from a site that’s called “Unapologetically Episcopalian.”  I find myself thinking, “Really, these people don’t think they have anything to apologize for? Really?”  In fact, one of my “friends” who is, in reality not just virtually, a friend, complained to me over lunch about the elevation of Mary Glasspool.  Mind you, not that Bishop Glasspool is a practicing lesbian (someone please alert me when ECUSA elevates a chaste single person: now, that would be news,) but that the ceremony included incantations performed by local Native American shamans to wit, “And to Mother Earth who created us all…”

There comes a point where the gerrymandering of religious tenets begins to resemble the old Steve Martin routine:

“I used to smoke marijuana. But I’ll tell you something: I would only smoke it in the late evening. Oh, occasionally the early evening, but usually the late evening – or the mid-evening. Just the early evening, midevening and late evening. Occasionally, early afternoon, early midafternoon, or perhaps the late-midafternoon. Oh, sometimes the early-mid-late-early morning. . . . But never at dusk.”

On a somewhat lighter note, I observe that a “What Not to Wear” fan has created a blog called “Bad Vestments.”  Long overdue and I note the prominence of Katherine Jefferts-Schori in the BV All Time Worst Top (Bottom) Ten.

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