Who Is Today's Saint? (Special FranIam Edition)

Today's saint is not a saint, though she is on-track to become one. Fresh! Today marks the anniversary of her death in 1980, so I guess this is the day my Saint-A-Day Guide has assumed would be her feast day.

She is Dorothy Day. (Not Doris Day, lover of animals and the fabulous Rock Hudson). Apparently the most fascinating thing about Dorothy Day is that she had an abortion. Okay, I kid. Except that every single bit of information about Ms. Day on the 'nets include the fact that she had an abortion. Personally, after a lifetime of good works, I would think that would suck. Maybe they'll make her the patron saint of abortion doctors?

Here's what my Saint-A-Day Guide says about Dorothy Day:

In her younger days Dorothy was a suffragette, a Communist, a journalist [blog note: isn't that redundant?] a free love advocate and a knockout to boot. She had a seies of lovers (including Eugene O'Neill), a divorce, an illegal abortion, and a "punk" hairdo, and she could make wine from dandelions and parsnips. Pregnant with her (out-of-wedlock) daughter, she became interested in Catholicism. Dorothy converted, left her lover, and raised her daughter alone. Because the Catholic Church had brought her to Christ, she put aside her reservations about its bureaucracy and bilious priests-"One must always live in a state of permanent dissatisfaction with the Church," she said. She and her fellow pacifist Peter Maurin founded the Catholic Worker for the poor and disenfranchised of society and personally distributed its newsletter. Dorothy built and lived in a "hospitality house" in the slums of new York, which she established to feed and shelter the homeless. She slept on a cot there and would wear only secondhand clothes. In the words of the Making Saints author, Kenneth Woodward, "Dorothy Day did for her era what Saint Francis of Assisi did for his: recall a complacent Christianity to its radical roots." She died penniless, and Abbie Hoffman, Cesar Chavez and Daniel Berrigan attended her funeral. When Dorothy's expensive canonization process began in March 2000, Father Berrigan, calling her the people's saint, suggested the money be given to the poor instead. She might have agreed: when a reporter, in light of her status as a living Saint, asked if she had holy visions, Dorothy's response was an irritated "Oh shit!"

If Ms. Day were alive today she would not be a Saint (uh, cuz' she's still not), she would be Angelina Jolie.

She has done it again!

BAC made that muvee about Chimpy McStagger and I blatantly ctrl+c ctrl+v'd it right here to Just Wondering, commenting that she could also do the same video for Pickles, because the song is Amy Winehouse' Rehab song.

Well, BAC did make the Pickles video but she did not reuse the Rehab song. She picked what should be Pickles theme song. And she has outdone herself.

Is the war over?

I accidently got myself into a blogger war with Splotchy of the fabulous I, Splotchy. This is a mistake I will never make again. I used the word 'taint' in a title last week and then casually wondered to Splotchy when he would be using the 'taint' word again.

That meant war.

Taint is kind of a naughty word which describes the area of your body known as the perineum. It's called that because it t'aint your ____________ or your_____________. (Please fill in your own wholly inappropriate description of your genitals and your anus).

I was feeling like Napolean in Russia during this war when suddenly, Splotchy surrendered.

Little did he know I was just about to hoist the white flag myself.

So, Splotchy, you were a very intimidating combatant. I will never go to the mattresses with you again.

Enjoy Sister Rosetta Tharpe, on me. (Double click through to YouTube. Well worth it.)