Sunday, July 4, 2010
Photo-op for the man who likes costumes
Bishop offers healing prayer for Earth's water systems
Soooo, he sprinkled water (was it filtered?) while in his costume...
The bishop, donning a white ceremonial smock, a pink skullcap and long, embroidered stole around his neck, gazed out over the open water.
"If BP can't plug the leak, maybe God can," he said. (And that worked, right?)
In a brief and windswept afternoon ceremony at the edge of the pier at Jarvis Beach, Wilkowski prayed for the good health of the Great Lakes and for all of the waters on Earth. It was a blessing, he said, built out of frustration as he and millions of Americans have watched the unsuccessful attempts to stop the flow of oil off the Gulf Coast.
Wilkowski, who grew up on Chicago's South Side, said he believes in the power of nature to heal itself. He has seen it firsthand with the slow but steady recovery of the Little Calumet River from intense industrialization decades ago.
But Wilkowski worries the ever-expanding spill in the Gulf of Mexico may be too large even for nature to overcome. That's why he paused Sunday to ask for God's help, and to recite the same blessing he gives to those he visits in the hospital.
"I believe all the waters of the world are a part of us," said the Rev. Mike Bonnett (another loser priest-at-sea), a member of the diocese who assisted in the blessing. "So many things are happening in the world that are not conducive to the overall health of the planet. This is one small part we could play."
Wilkowski worries over the BP oil spill, but has no worries over repayment of seeding monies I spent (out of my Social Security) for the establishment of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce.
Isn't he a good citizen, condoning robbery?
Soooo, he sprinkled water (was it filtered?) while in his costume...
The bishop, donning a white ceremonial smock, a pink skullcap and long, embroidered stole around his neck, gazed out over the open water.
"If BP can't plug the leak, maybe God can," he said. (And that worked, right?)
In a brief and windswept afternoon ceremony at the edge of the pier at Jarvis Beach, Wilkowski prayed for the good health of the Great Lakes and for all of the waters on Earth. It was a blessing, he said, built out of frustration as he and millions of Americans have watched the unsuccessful attempts to stop the flow of oil off the Gulf Coast.
Wilkowski, who grew up on Chicago's South Side, said he believes in the power of nature to heal itself. He has seen it firsthand with the slow but steady recovery of the Little Calumet River from intense industrialization decades ago.
But Wilkowski worries the ever-expanding spill in the Gulf of Mexico may be too large even for nature to overcome. That's why he paused Sunday to ask for God's help, and to recite the same blessing he gives to those he visits in the hospital.
"I believe all the waters of the world are a part of us," said the Rev. Mike Bonnett (another loser priest-at-sea), a member of the diocese who assisted in the blessing. "So many things are happening in the world that are not conducive to the overall health of the planet. This is one small part we could play."
Wilkowski worries over the BP oil spill, but has no worries over repayment of seeding monies I spent (out of my Social Security) for the establishment of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce.
Isn't he a good citizen, condoning robbery?
America the Beautiful!
Words by Katharine Lee Bates, Melody by Samuel Ward (First published 1895)
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice, for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice, for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
What goes around, comes around...eventually
Bill Morton's Horoscope for today, July 4, 2010. He was born April 20, 1977 at 12:01 AM.
ZODIACAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR TODAY
ARIES (March 21-April 19): Working off debts and obligations means being around people you don't necessarily like. Put immediate emotional distaste aside and work toward a larger objective.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You are liable to buckle under pressure today. Start the day making yourself mentally and emotionally strong and centered. Be prepared for anything, especially a crisis.
Courtesy: UPI
Crisis isright, and I am going to create it, regardless of the man who calls himself a bishop, because he likes to dress up in costumes!
ZODIACAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR TODAY
ARIES (March 21-April 19): Working off debts and obligations means being around people you don't necessarily like. Put immediate emotional distaste aside and work toward a larger objective.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): You are liable to buckle under pressure today. Start the day making yourself mentally and emotionally strong and centered. Be prepared for anything, especially a crisis.
Courtesy: UPI
Crisis isright, and I am going to create it, regardless of the man who calls himself a bishop, because he likes to dress up in costumes!
Well, I have an answer, but still no payback!
This e-mail is further evidence of a Catholic bishop condoning robbery, yes robbery of a woman who was trying to give a kid his dream, give him a break.
I have not been a cyber-stalker nor a cyber-bully. I am merely seeking repayment for monies put out to give Bill Morton his 'dream' of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce.
He has been lazy re: attaining new members.
But for this supposed 'holy' man to accuse me, first (back a bit) of being a 'racist' when he did not know how to remove himself from being a 'follower' of this blog, and to now call me a 'cyber-stalker and a cyber-bully'--PREPOSTEROUS!
He set the timeline for monies to be repaid--I did not.
He knows he is wrong (as others have agreed), yet continues to reinforce his support for Bill Morton. Is there something untoward going on between them? I know the Bishop stayed over at Bill's place many times, and at one point, Bill would not let me enter the apartment until he had 'cleaned up a few things', though the porn mag and a role of toilet tissue remained in full view.
The fact that the monies owed has not been addressed is indicative of the fact that there are no monies available. Because Bill Morton and Bishop James Alan Wilkowski and the members of the board of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce are SIMPLY INEPT!
Instead of an e-mail that would ask for an extension re: payment, his e-mail asks for a lawyer's name, which means Bill "LAZY BOY" Morton cannot sell this Chamber worth SH+T.
My disappointment is stressful. My physicians recommend 'no stress', yet this self-appointed 'holy man of God' can only call me names. And refuses to address the issue of proper repayment!
AARGH! What a pathetic excuse is this man!
He has no idea of reality, and is somehow demented. (By his desire to surround himself with younger men?)
There was a night, back in autumn of 2009, when Bill Morton was at my place enjoying yet another free dinner, when he received a phone call from this Bishop-man. Bill broke down in tears; apparently the Bishop told him he was in hospital, and could be dying.
(Drama Queen? Yes, I think so, because he is still here today, calling me a 'cyber-stalker' and a 'cyber-bully'.).
Bill Morton had a nervous breakdown in front of me, and I tried to comfort him as best as I possibly could.
And things were never the same after that.
I dealt with complaints from my neighbors re: the crying noise of that night.
And shortly thereafter, I resigned from the Chamber due to Bill Morton taking the advice of Bishop James Alan Wilkowski: Disregard the vote by the Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce Board to lessen the membership fee by half.
So, Bishop who loves to wear costumes, apparently your word (vis a vis repayment to me) is worth NOTHING! NADA! NIENTE!
And you no longer have any credibility as a human being!
I have not been a cyber-stalker nor a cyber-bully. I am merely seeking repayment for monies put out to give Bill Morton his 'dream' of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce.
He has been lazy re: attaining new members.
But for this supposed 'holy' man to accuse me, first (back a bit) of being a 'racist' when he did not know how to remove himself from being a 'follower' of this blog, and to now call me a 'cyber-stalker and a cyber-bully'--PREPOSTEROUS!
He set the timeline for monies to be repaid--I did not.
He knows he is wrong (as others have agreed), yet continues to reinforce his support for Bill Morton. Is there something untoward going on between them? I know the Bishop stayed over at Bill's place many times, and at one point, Bill would not let me enter the apartment until he had 'cleaned up a few things', though the porn mag and a role of toilet tissue remained in full view.
The fact that the monies owed has not been addressed is indicative of the fact that there are no monies available. Because Bill Morton and Bishop James Alan Wilkowski and the members of the board of Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce are SIMPLY INEPT!
Instead of an e-mail that would ask for an extension re: payment, his e-mail asks for a lawyer's name, which means Bill "LAZY BOY" Morton cannot sell this Chamber worth SH+T.
My disappointment is stressful. My physicians recommend 'no stress', yet this self-appointed 'holy man of God' can only call me names. And refuses to address the issue of proper repayment!
AARGH! What a pathetic excuse is this man!
He has no idea of reality, and is somehow demented. (By his desire to surround himself with younger men?)
There was a night, back in autumn of 2009, when Bill Morton was at my place enjoying yet another free dinner, when he received a phone call from this Bishop-man. Bill broke down in tears; apparently the Bishop told him he was in hospital, and could be dying.
(Drama Queen? Yes, I think so, because he is still here today, calling me a 'cyber-stalker' and a 'cyber-bully'.).
Bill Morton had a nervous breakdown in front of me, and I tried to comfort him as best as I possibly could.
And things were never the same after that.
I dealt with complaints from my neighbors re: the crying noise of that night.
And shortly thereafter, I resigned from the Chamber due to Bill Morton taking the advice of Bishop James Alan Wilkowski: Disregard the vote by the Rogers Park Chamber of Commerce Board to lessen the membership fee by half.
So, Bishop who loves to wear costumes, apparently your word (vis a vis repayment to me) is worth NOTHING! NADA! NIENTE!
And you no longer have any credibility as a human being!
A most fascinating video
Please go here and view 'One Nation Under God'.
No Sheeples Here provides us with the best excuse to start doing our homework now in regards to the upcoming elections in November.
You have the internet...search for your candidate...if he/she is not up to your personal standards, throw the bum out!
I repeat: THROW THE BUM OUT!
No Sheeples Here provides us with the best excuse to start doing our homework now in regards to the upcoming elections in November.
You have the internet...search for your candidate...if he/she is not up to your personal standards, throw the bum out!
I repeat: THROW THE BUM OUT!
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