the beginning of advent is one of my favorite times of the year, since it always brings the feast of St. Nicholas, heretic-puncher.
sadly, since vatican ii, most so-called “catholics” have traded in their fisticuffs for hand-holding and hugs. it’s pathetic. why, i bet the average novus ordo bishop doesn’t even have a set of brass knuckles these days.
shoot, the wiseguys at NCR want women clergy? i guess you’ll have to forgive me for thinking that was already done.
as for me, my preference is for clergy in clerics and packing some heat.
ok, back to heretic-punching: i’ve always loved the idea, but since i’m not particularly strong or in shape, i’ve been been wary to get in actual fistfights with heretics.
i have been known, however, to hit people whom i disagree with when they’re not looking.
(more after the jump…)
granted, not all of these folks were heretics, but they sure had it coming to them.
don’t they always.
i’m sorry to say that i myself have never punched any particularly notorious heretics, at least not yet. i have my wish list (it’s about a mile long, as you can imagine), but i’m still waiting for an opportunity to do it. perhaps i could ambush Christopher West at one of those “theology of the body” seminars he’s always giving…
what about you, my fair and faithful readers? any good heretic-punching stories among you?