A heavy work-week hasn’t enabled me to scan the blogosphere this week, so I’m reveling in a Saturday pot o’ tea and chance to make the rounds.

From Touchstone’s Mere Comments blog, this on the latest concerning what the Anglican bishops are doing with their current cultural warfare. It’s encouraging that they can be clear-spoken when the issue is big enough but unfortunate if the author Ian Hunter is accurate with this criticism:

If the Canadian Bishops want a text for their upcoming deliberations, I make bold to suggest these words of the Old Testament prophet, Jeremiah: “”It is you - shepherds of my people - who have scattered my flock; it is you who have driven them away; it is you who have not attended to them” (Jeremiah 23; 1-2).

It seems impossible to believe that the Anglican/Episcopal Church won’t split over this. And meanwhile, in the Lutheran Church, the thunder rolls …

And as long as you’re at the Touchstone site, I found the Hunter S. Thompson requiem touching. Not a fan of The Great Gonzo — never could see the point in revisiting the hubris of the 60’s — but Hutchens gave me something to take away for all the little gonzos I know.

Huw points us to the new OCA site and then is gentlemanly enough to refrain from making a comment. I’m not a gentleman — yuck.

Here’s another problem with the problem-riddled Michael Jackson case. I haven’t bothered to give this whole fiasco much space — or thought really. Personally, I could believe that Jackson may not have had sex with this boy or any other boys in any sense that normal people would recognize. On the other hand, if all he’s doing is being a 44-year-old man who tucks them in, gives them hot milk and coos and fusses over them like a sweetheart, he still ought to be prevented by any means necessary from continuing to do it. He may find it charming, but he’s giving pre-pubescent children less hope of growing up normal than his father gave him — and he’s been complaining about that for years. But let’s be clear: whatever sentence he gets (if he gets one), all the parents who ever allowed their dear children to sleep over at his house unchaperoned deserve at least the same.

The new Conciliar Press blog is having a name contest. Shows the best and worst of throwing these things open to all comers. Conciliar’s Consiglieres? Blog-o-ciliar? Now, really.

Via Orthodixie – Oh great. This kind of publicity the Church doesn’t need.

On the other hand, I hadn’t heard anything about this weeping icon in Philadelphia. Thanks, Jim.

Love this picture from the Hillside Farmer. But I’m also happy to be living a little further south or middle or something.

But speaking of impatient animals, Clementine is starting to shift around in her sun-spot and shoot occasional “Why don’t you go out and play?” looks. I must obey.