[Update on the Feast of the Chair of Sant Peter in Rome. I was writing a brief follow-up to this article on Tuesday, January 16, 2024, when the computer I have been using for the past nine months died. Although it took several efforts to arrange with overseas customer service representatives whose English is at times incomprehensible, a technician will replace the motherboard as the computer is still under warranty. In the meantime, though, as there are pressing matters upon which I desire to write, a donor loaned me the money for a backup computer, upon which this update is being written. It is my expectation to have the follow-up to this article posted by late this afternoon, at which time I will begin work on a commentary about Jorge Mario Bergoglio's latest interview. Thank you for your patience.]
It is after midnight on the Feast of Sain the Paul the First Hermit and the Commemoration of Saint Maurus, the first disciple of Saint Benedict (and a patron of those suffering from rheumatism). The title of this commentary is self-explanatory.
The next original article to appear on this site will deal with the quadrennial farce whose first actual scrimmage takes place today in the State of Iowa, in which I lived and taught during the 1992-1993 academic year and also in which I spent a good deal of time from December 8, 1995, to February 12, 1996, campaigning as a campaign-endorsed volunteer speaker for Patrick Joseph Buchanan. Perhaps I will write that experience one time as, though I withdrew from all activity in electoral politics in 1999, it was very interesting.
Anyhow, I have procrastinated long enough. It is time to sober up and write about that which is naturally absurd.
Our Lady of Prompt Succor, whose feast is celebrated in some places today, pray for us.
Saint Paul the First Hermit, pray for us.
Saint Maurus, pray for us.
