Does anyone recall - quite a few years ago - either Village Voice or Rolling Stone or Reader(?) had a cover story about Mother T…the author did a fine job of linking her with Gadaffi and several other dictators, also went off on her mis-use of donations and her secret luxory quarters far from the slums in India…I remember reading it and thinking the author did a fine job of documenting his story as well.
If anyone else can remember reading this…let me know and I will try to Google my way to a copy!
Swampbear is on the right track . . . Can Ma T. take all my gorgeous J. Peterman skirts—bought three years ago—and increase them one dress size, so I can fit into them? Or, better yet, decrease me by one dress size? Pray-us Jay-sus!
I’ve got some new boots that, it’s gonna take a miracle for me to walk in without injury to myself or others, (I’m fine, as long as I can get going pretty fast). So Mama T could set her tiny little ass on my shoulder, and be my part-time guardian angel.
VATICAN CITY (AP) - In a highly publicized event, Vatican officials revealed today the specifics of a miracle which is expected to vault Mother Teresa into the ranks of sainthood as early as Thursday. Cardinal Emile Francisco announced to the gathered crowd “Mother Teresa’s shit don’t stink.”
The revelation fulfills the Catholic church’s last requirement for beatification, which is a miracle proven to have taken place after the subject’s death. Vatican researchers reportedly spent several weeks examining several “coproliths”, essentially petrified feces, reported to have belonged to Mother Teresa, who died in 1997.
“It’s true”, said one member of the research team, “it really has no odor”.
The pope was unable to be reached for comment on whether Mother Teresa’s shit may have stank while she was still alive.
The holy poop will likely be displayed as a sacred relic in one of Calcutta’s many open sewers.
Well, I just bought some lipstick today, (CoverGirl Continous Wear Vintage Wine) because it was on sale. I cracked it open in the car, put it on, and it was WAY too pink. Eep. I was embarrassed to walk from the car to my apartment.
But then I got home, ate dinner, and decided to give the lipstick a second go. And…
it looked great. Now I may not know much about Catholics or Whipples or lepers, but I DO know lipstick. And when a stick of lipstick that is on sale CHANGES color, well, it’s enough to make me praise the baby Jesus.