There's no rest for the wicked and so I found myself hosting our Southern Deanery and several bishops, "Should we meet at Ya Ya's?" offered one pontif, and I countered, "No, I'll provide food and we'll meet at the Compound." What did this mean?
I laid it out, "Gentlemen, it's very complex and nuanced. Start at one end, seize a plate, napkin, mustard, mayonnaise, meat, cheese, perhaps a pickle and off you go." And off they went. You'll be intrigued to know roast beef was most popular. Ham? Not so much.
At the end of it all we vowed to continue the crusade against leftist liberal atheism, so no change there then. I tell you, what a good group of men, and I don't say that lightly. In other news, you may have noticed Canada's gone full NWO Com/Cap.
Good luck, frozen North. Smart people are moving South while they still can. It's warmer here. And cheaper. Not so many solar panels, you see.
LSP
PS. Word to the wise -- if you're prepping lunch for Texan clergy buy beef, medium rare obvs.
