As is my wont, I have
EWTN's morning mass playing on the telly. The
broadcast comes from someplace in Alabama, and this morning the sound
of pelting rain was obvious enough that the priest acknowledged the
horrific rainstorm outside. A feeling of warmth spread over me
with
this nod to real stuff being allowed to manifest itself in a
medium
that's usually uber controlled. Maybe you had to be there. |
While
mass continued, I was perusing the web and happened upon the "Breast
Man." Wow, talk about my worlds colliding. But what a
striking metaphor for, say, trying to repair Obamacare instead just
deleting the whole thing (see post below). Dr. Garth Fisher's specialty is breast
enhancement. But wait, give him credit. He eschews the
rubber balloon look in favor of the classic ski slop, or teardrop
look. Clap clap clap. But it's the mug shots that give him away
as an ersatz creator. Bruce Jenner came in with a botched plastic
surgery; Dr. Fisher, IMO, made him even more hideous. For this
he's called the Michelangelo of the Plastic face?
Except in cases of accident trauma, or birth defects, God's original
blueprint is always better. Always. (Well, this
is pretty good)
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