Sic
Sic, in lieu of
infallibility, decides to give prophecy a whirl
Sr. Romana Hertel from Milwaukee writes, Your page in the
Nov. 20 issue is the best ever. Why cant everyone write such
beautiful prose?
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We are suddenly and inexplicably in the year 2017. Those
bedraggled people lined up at the courthouse door are the last few Americans
waiting to testify to Judge Starr. There has been no U.S. president since 2012
cause no one has been cleared by Starr for the job. You read it here
first.
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Move over, Shelley and Shakespeare. James Cassidy of Elmhurst is
Sics latest poetry dude. And on the hottest topic in town:
Are you really on the level That youre looking
for the devil? Through Forums and Acropolises You seek for
Mephistopheles. In modern and in ancient times He walks in many different
climes, From 40 days of Jesus fast To canvassed paintings from the
past His location is in question. That should not cause
indigestion, For though you may not want to hear it, Hes unseen for
hes a spirit. You cannot really shoot or club Pure spirits like
Beelzebub.
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The Cassidy opus arrived just as This Space was giving up the hunt
for Satan. Between ourselves, theres nothing so lacking in humor as a
devil who doesnt show.
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The pope is coming to St. Louis in January, and you cant
imagine how complicated things are for the locals. A letter to all priests from
Msgr. Stika warns against vendors selling papal wine without license from the
archdiocese. Nor will they be, Stika adds adamantly.
This raises the question: Whats to stop This Space from
selling pope-on-a-rope soap to the citizens of St. Louis? Furthermore, Sic has
appointed ourself official columnist of the impending visit. Go ahead, tell
Ratzinger.
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Dearest Sic, begins Sally Butler, who refers to a New
York Times magazine piece on status. The status symbol for RC clergy is cuff
links, they say. For nuns its more complex: I think the ability to
add the most recent disaster to a prayer groups list of intentions,
writes Butler. The disaster must have taken place in an extremely remote
part of the world and during the previous night.
Butler invites suggestions for other status symbols. Well,
lets go.
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And Jerry Filteau of San Antonio was surprised to find in
the McBrien column of Nov. 20 the astounding revelation that even as he railed
against presidential sex, Special Prosecutor Starr himself engaged in
lip-pursuing moralism.
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Theres also a booklet with volunteer
opportunities for the papal visit. Here Sic sniffed our chance at last to
place the pointy hat on the papal head, or maybe be back-up driver for the
popemobile, but we can tell you right now, all the good jobs are gone.
Whats left is bleak: Bus Ticket Checker, Transportation
Crew, Commemoratives Vendor (has an asterisk that we failed to nail down),
Miscellaneous (dont be fooled by this one; it means willing to be
assigned to any job not yet identified, inside or outside, anytime of day or
night at any location -- but not including commerce with the popes
pointy hat), Walk Marshal, Bus Greeter -- you get the idea.
Each job requires certain skills, usually pleasant, outgoing
and firm. That firm comes up a lot, for example Greeters:
firm, outgoing and diplomatic.
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These are childrens alleged letters to God.
Dear God: Instead of letting people die and having to make new
ones, why dont you just keep the ones you have now? (Jane)
Dear God: I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church.
Is that okay? (Neil)
Dear God: Thank you for the baby brother, but what I prayed for
was a puppy. (Joyce)
Dear God: Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if
they had their own rooms. It works with my brother. (Larry)
Dear God: You dont have to worry about me. I always look
both ways. (Dean)
Dear God: I think the stapler is one of your greatest inventions.
(Ruth)
Dear God: I didnt think orange went with purple until I saw
the sunset you made on Tuesday. (Eugene)
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Speaking of Linda Tripp: Shes out of work cause no one
will work with her at her regular job. Go ahead, hire her.
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But back to Cassidys Sic Seeks Old
Nic!
You wont find him lest in hell; And bloodhounds
cant, he doesnt smell. The FBIs out for theyd
hate Commingling of both church and state. ... Your search must never end
in panic If it discovers whats satanic. It will cost much more by
far To leave it up to Kenneth Starr.
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We now move forward to 2037. Starr is the only living person left
in America. He had to subpoena people into not having more people in order to
halt the population until he could interrogate everyone extant. People
eventually died from boredom, even those with book deals, which was everyone
who testified to the grand jury, which in turn was everyone alive, at least
until the grand jury died one by one from a fungus caused by Kenneths
powerful moral whatnots.
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As anyone can see, Sic has moved from our infallibility phase to
prophecy. We found infallibility a bust unless you hit a home run, i.e.,
something irrefutable and an eye-popper to boot. Other well-known practitioners
have settled for an infield single or even a bunt, offering infallible stuff no
one on earth could prove one way or another. As any theologian can see, this is
a dubious infallibility that any conperson could practice without help from on
high.
Prophecy, now: Just wait until 2037 and youll see how Sic
hit the home run.
National Catholic Reporter, December 18,
1998
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