"Semper Vigilans contra Tempesta Stercore"
This was at the very core of my desire to begin a blog two years ago; to share the thoughts of one on watch for fecal funnel clouds and stir kindred souls to action. Though I've lacked the tenacity of Miss Baby Blue, or the fire of Mr. Virtue (Kinda sounds like a Marvel Superhero), I reached to be a watchman on the wall calling out to sane minds across the net.
In the past two years, we've witnessed the TEC flip the bird to God and their brethren in the Global Anglican Communion. We've observed as American civil and political discourse devolved into something akin to a troop of petulant middle-schoolers engaged in a name calling context. The profane is now couched as clever and the sluttish has been lionized as haute couture. Instead of operating hydrogen-powered flying cars, we now have an emerging generation that has become obsessed with tribal tattoos, paleo-piercings and a nihilistic zeitgeist that would make Anton LeVey blush.
It's time to take the reigns back, to become the Adult Supervision that the Almighty is calling us to be folks; to stand pro veritas and contra mundus. Anyone with me?