This is extraordinary; he served 27 years for a murder he didn’t commit and it was Golf Digest who helped free him.
Feinstein Plays Her Trump Card on Kavanaugh
When the Kavanaugh hearings began on Sep 4, I told you what the Democrats would do. They hijacked the hearings at the very outset with guerrilla tactics. They played their latest dirty trick this weekend with a four decade old unsubstantiated allegation; she claims that when they were both 17, Kavanaugh got drunk and tried to take her clothes off.
Kavanaugh unequivocally denied it and 65 women who knew him in high school went public in his defense, defending his character and conduct at the time, and since. Dozens of other women who have worked with and for him in the intervening decades have come forward defending him. It might not be enough.
The accuser could have come forward and testified (but that would have involved cross examination), and the Democrats could have shared what they knew in July (but that would have undermined the strategy).
They’re not interested in justice, let alone truth. I hope the GOP digs deep to find a backbone and slam this through on a 51-50 vote. If they fail, I hope Trump nominates some firebrand like Amy Coney Barrett who will terrorize the Left with glee for four decades.
The reporting from the Washington Post
The Courageous, True Story of a Little Girl, Her Daddy and a Bad Priest
So… What should Mom and Dad have done differently? I will weigh in later so my ideas don’t poison the well.
… Read the restIt was 1963 and I had just turned twelve.
I’d gotten my period a year before and was developing faster than most girls in my class. Where they were still short, rosy-cheeked, and flat-chested, I was six inches taller, growing into a B-cup, and getting acne. It was an awkward, confusing time for me.
Sadly, my mother was pre-occupied with her newest baby and my other eight siblings. Dad was mostly at work trying to make enough money to keep us all in parochial schools. I often felt alone and—like most kids that age–unable to share my feelings with my parents. Thank God for Celestine, our full-time housekeeper who was a sweet, second mother to me. She’d watched us kids outside playing and heard some of the neighborhood kids making comments. She promptly dragged me down to the five-and-dime to buy me my first bra.
“We don’t need those nasty boys looking down your blouse,” I remember her saying.
I know she was trying to protect me, but somehow, I got the message that there was something shameful about me in the word nasty and the fact that I had breasts.
Nonetheless, I knew I was “becoming a woman” and it was (for vague reasons) something special that should be celebrated, and something precious that should be safeguarded. I just wished I’d had an older sister or someone to
Beautiful Medieval Chant in a Little Chapel in North Carolina
I stumbled onto this little country chapel with a Missa Cantata and an extraordinary arrangement of the Kyrie sung by the schola led by Jim De Piante.
Make sure you listen to this:
A Tour of the Sacred Heart Cathedral in Knoxville
My tour of the beautiful new cathedral in Knoxville, TN. Go on Twitter and thank Bishop Stika for his wisdom.