Lent Has Come, Just In Time

God's timing is perfect

From a fresco at the tomb of the Apostle Saint Andrew. Here he appears after death with the baby Jesus, in sacra conversazione, or eternal communion with God.

Confession: In the last few months, I began to indulge in the venial sin: despair. The Golden Age is upon us, the last few years of the best American president of my lifetime, a top three all timer, but when you live in California, in Los Angeles, that glory is drowned out by the crushing weight of living under an idiocracy.

We would never, it seems, clear out the miscreants and parasites siphoning off our precious dollars into their fraudulent scam businesses. We would never deport more than a handful of illegal aliens and visa overstayers.

We would never clear our streets of homeless junkies and the attendant misery. We will never boost the plummeting birth rate.