One of the things that I share in common with the "J-Blogger who Banned Me" is a deep and abiding contempt for and paranoid suspicion of all things Catholic.
Ruminating over 15 Av I was struck at how this hateful Church of Love demonizes that which we hold to be the holy of holies. Namely, the natural love between man and wife and especially it's bodily expression. For them holiness can only derive from being "wed" to the unseen and unknown. But I suppose that this is the logical conclusion of a bogus miracle and the krumkeit stone upon which their entire church is built...conception sans physical love. How could such an arrangement NOT warp the minds and souls of their religious leadership? And how could flocks led by such pastors not themselves be grazing in weed infested pastures?
In any event as a Chieftains fan I came across these deliciously snarky/bitter lyrics by Joni Mitchell that are spot on in capturing the perverse inversion of love and hatred manifested in the whole insane arrangement:
"These bloodless brides of J**us,
If they had just once glimpsed their groom,
Then they'd know,
and they'd drop the stones,
Concealed behind their rosaries,
They wilt the grass they walk upon,
They leech the light out of a room,
They'd like to drive us down the drain,
At the Magdalene laundries"
THE MAGDALENE LAUNDRIES by Joni Mitchell
Qedusha-Havdala...have you had yours today?