Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Secret Life of Catholic Super Hero – Bill Donohue / Tim Dolan ??
I cannot quite figure it out yet.
Which one of the two people never seen together in public around New
York City - Bill Donohue or Tim Dolan is the real Catholic Super Hero? Are there two or merely a Clark Kent type single Hero guy?
Bad Cop - Good Cop / Bill Donohue - Tim Dolan |
Mild mannered Archbishop Tim Dolan jumps out of his limousine and into a pay
phone kiosk (not many of them left in mid-town Manhattan) – Hot under the
Oxford Shirt collar Bill Donohue jumping into the men’s room at Rosy O’Gradie’s
or any other mid-town rummy tourist bar and voila – Super Hero.
That’s not to say that Dolan’s fabulous polyester outfit makes him the
superior half of the Super UberCath team fighting off secularists and atheists
with tax free 501(c)3 DOLLARS.
Ten second PR sound bites are a modern art form and currently a required two semester subject in seminaries worldwide for the guys being groomed for success by the Father Escriva and Maciel cadre of Catholic training types these days.
The Shadow Knows |
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In Dolan’s Colon (that rhymes) – Artiste Bill Donohue at Catholic League Displays his “Obama in Feces” Decorative Artwork
Eyes reading a telepromter? - Bill Donohue - The Catholic League |
Bill Donohue is like a pit
bull. He won’t give it up in terms of being an unrecognized artistic genius having
to muck about with the likes of Archbishop Dolan and Rupert Murdoch over at Fox
News.
I did not know that the
Santorum crowd, the Pink Palace crowd in the NewYork archdiocese like to play
with “brown” Play-Doh and call it art.
I
want Bill Donohue’s job. And I won’t have Yahoo as my homepage in the office
like Bill – Yahoo! - OMG!
$400,000 a year to sit
around an executive suite with a view of Central Park and fantasize about black people in their
own feces as the new mean spirited Catholic League / Cardinal Dolan sponsored
$$$ vvision of art. LOL. LMAO.
Gee Bill, Nostalgia. Now I understand the “New
Evangelization” completely.
I haven’t had so much fun with
nostalgic memories since I was two and playing with my own feces that fell out
of one of those old fashioned cloth diapers that my mother had to recycle in
the wash.
Catch 3:09 – 3:59 of video above to listen to a grown man whine about decorative art. Old decorative art.
BTW the way Cardinal
Dolan, I am a starving poet. Send me
some grant money. Pleese!
Here is a sample of my work:
Santorum’s Best – a poem
There once was a cemetery
Crook from Milwaukee Nantucket
Who had a drunk stooge
Who could only flunck(y) it
In life. …
But when it came to his
art
The sterling part, the
secret
Was found obviously hidden
In his eyes, stars, in wide stance
on a
toilet seat perhaps
And (or) in Dolan’s colon.