—) This cartoon is Horsefathers. The Theologians Union is opposed to featherbedding the occupation solely to provide work to a relative minority, intellectual Peacocks that have invested in a lot of Papal Bull:
“It goes without saying that sedevacantism is held by only a tiny fraction of those who identify as Catholics, and it is not recognized or supported by the official hierarchy of the Church. The vast majority of Catholics recognize the popes elected since the Second Vatican Council as legitimate successors of Saint Peter. The total number of sedevacantists in the world is estimated to be in the 10,000-30,000 range.”
From Wikipedia: “ The number of sedevacantists is unknown and difficult to measure; estimates range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.4 Various fractions of conclavists among sedevacantists have proceeded to end the perceived vacancy in the Holy See by electing their own pope.5”
All I can say is that the White House was sede vacante for four years, being occupied by a strutting peacock and a horse’s rear end instead of a President.
The peahen is a rather drab looking bird. The peacock, on the other hand, possesses quite the plumage. Both answer to peacock, which plays into modern marching chants.
“Difficult to measure” applies to pretty much everything of a social or demographic nature. Polls, particularly those covering political issues or candidates, haven’t been accurate since about 2015, when large numbers of people started lying to canvassers.
I am experiencing technical difficulties, as they say. I am also out of my home state. (I am currently in Michigan.) Until I return and can address my computer issues, FA will be temporarily stuck in time. Too bad this FA installment is extra lame and a creative eyesore. I am still able to access my email, so feel free to communicate with me via that route. Sorry for letting everyone down. I should have been more proactive in taking care of potential problems, and I should have paid more attention to various red flags before things got to this point.
So, Christmas was right around the corner. I was stuck making sparkly bows for gift boxes for the Bath Mat Factory Gift Shop. Oh, sorry. I was busy doing arts and crafts in Weekend Day Care at the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory. It’s important to always keep the narrative in line with the prevailing sentiments. And that was my problem, really. I didn’t know what I should do for Christmas. Christmas in Froglandia is a different thing, I think, than what most people expect. For one thing, it’s a time when people shut down all their electronics and play with pine trees and snow. I’m only in second grade, but I know that’s not normal. I’ve seen movies. I’ve seen TV. Normal people NEVER shut off their electronics. They live by the screen, and are prepared to die by the screen. I’ve done the macaroni trees and wreaths and construction paper cards. I needed something new, but it had to be analog, and I’d spent most of the last few months with Dr. Buttchin, doing X-Menerator stuff. Time flew by, and I lost track of it. And now, here I was, without a clue how to update my act for Christmas. And I had sparkles stuck to my arms and hands. I’ve never been good with glue. I felt doomed.
I know what you’re thinking. “Weren’t you in second grade LAST YEAR?” Good catch, genius. I SAID it was kicking my butt. I had to repeat second grade. So embarrassing. I want to blame Sister Bruteforce, but I could have looked past her methods and done the work, if I had wanted to. I hadn’t wanted to. It’s the principle of the thing, really. Besides that, I was functioning at a tenth grade level, outside of class, in all subjects. But, between my excursions with the X-Menerator and a little bit of maturing over the summer, I had mellowed a little. I had decided to put in the work and skip third grade, which would put me back with my age group next school year, in fourth. The Mandrake the Magician experiment worked out, so my Arts and Crafts Daycare Warden was a lot more easy-going. She now believed that being nice to people made her seem smarter and more attractive, which it actually did, so it was a self-reinforcing hypnotic suggestion. I loved it. I wouldn’t have been in Day Care if it weren’t for Christmas Rush Bath Mat Factory Overtime. I would have had time at home to figure out my Christmas plans. But you work with what you’ve got.
Bill Thompson 7 months ago
You mean members of the vacant-throne crowd aren’t as proud as peacocks? Show yourselves!
Ubintold 7 months ago
How erudite!
Randy B Premium Member 7 months ago
The Popeless and the hopeless, uncounted and of no account, embellished and embarrassing.
PraiseofFolly 7 months ago
—) This cartoon is Horsefathers. The Theologians Union is opposed to featherbedding the occupation solely to provide work to a relative minority, intellectual Peacocks that have invested in a lot of Papal Bull:
“It goes without saying that sedevacantism is held by only a tiny fraction of those who identify as Catholics, and it is not recognized or supported by the official hierarchy of the Church. The vast majority of Catholics recognize the popes elected since the Second Vatican Council as legitimate successors of Saint Peter. The total number of sedevacantists in the world is estimated to be in the 10,000-30,000 range.”
https://wherepeteris.Com/what-is-sedevacantism-who-is-a-sedevacantist/
Imagine 7 months ago
Certainly more than we will ever know. Nine at least. But they tend to be rather vacant.
phritzg Premium Member 7 months ago
“We’re here, we’re Popeless, and we’re darn proud of it!”
Flynn White Premium Member 7 months ago
From Wikipedia: “ The number of sedevacantists is unknown and difficult to measure; estimates range from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.4 Various fractions of conclavists among sedevacantists have proceeded to end the perceived vacancy in the Holy See by electing their own pope.5”
The Old Wolf 7 months ago
All I can say is that the White House was sede vacante for four years, being occupied by a strutting peacock and a horse’s rear end instead of a President.
Huckleberry Hiroshima 7 months ago
The peahen is a rather drab looking bird. The peacock, on the other hand, possesses quite the plumage. Both answer to peacock, which plays into modern marching chants.
Brass Orchid Premium Member 7 months ago
There should be a Venn Diagram for this, somewhere. But I was not able to find it.
!!ǝlɐ⅁ Premium Member 7 months ago
They want to be known as a pair of peacocks, but they should just be called ‘peafowl.’
Zebrastripes 7 months ago
Darn! I left my Thesaurus at home…LOL
ChukLitl Premium Member 7 months ago
Just going from root words here, sedated vacant stare after eating large fowl?
Lots of hard to quantify factors, like weed is more than thc & cbd. Life is complex.
Kaputnik 7 months ago
I recognized “pavonine” as a word, the meaning of which I once knew. But I had to look it up again.
“Sedevacantist” was a new one to me.
The other words were familiar, particularly “the” and “to”.
Dan Collins creator 7 months ago
My thoughts exactly.
Radish the wordsmith 7 months ago
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition?
charles9156 7 months ago
reminds me of something else
coltish1. 7 months ago
“Difficult to measure” applies to pretty much everything of a social or demographic nature. Polls, particularly those covering political issues or candidates, haven’t been accurate since about 2015, when large numbers of people started lying to canvassers.
Mike Baldwin creator 7 months ago
Very cool art, the words hurt too much to read,
davewhamond creator 7 months ago
Get ready to hang this one in the art gallery!
willie_mctell 7 months ago
In the US there is a sedevacantist movement that involves the presidency.
6turtle9 7 months ago
A merging of minds can have unintended consequences.
Sisyphos 7 months ago
Verily, they strut about and cluck a lot, but most of us easily ignore them….
davidob 7 months ago
I can not face it, nor deface it. I can’t space it or erase it. I don’t yearn to kern, but I’ll learn.
3hourtour Premium Member 7 months ago
…saying that the pope isn’t the real pope is like saying Trump won the election…
…though all evidence shows otherwise…
…it is purported propaganda…
…via clicking your heels together three time…
…repetitions..
…
…repetitions…
…repetitions…
…question…
…electing a molester, dictator…
…anti-Christ…
…forming hate and division…
…freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose…
…and nothing means nothing but it’s free…
…and ya gotta have something…
…if you want to be with me…
Teresa Burritt (Frog Applause) creator 7 months ago
I am experiencing technical difficulties, as they say. I am also out of my home state. (I am currently in Michigan.) Until I return and can address my computer issues, FA will be temporarily stuck in time. Too bad this FA installment is extra lame and a creative eyesore. I am still able to access my email, so feel free to communicate with me via that route. Sorry for letting everyone down. I should have been more proactive in taking care of potential problems, and I should have paid more attention to various red flags before things got to this point.
Brass Orchid Premium Member 7 months ago
F(roglandia) Christmas
So, Christmas was right around the corner. I was stuck making sparkly bows for gift boxes for the Bath Mat Factory Gift Shop. Oh, sorry. I was busy doing arts and crafts in Weekend Day Care at the Froglandia Bath Mat Factory. It’s important to always keep the narrative in line with the prevailing sentiments. And that was my problem, really. I didn’t know what I should do for Christmas. Christmas in Froglandia is a different thing, I think, than what most people expect. For one thing, it’s a time when people shut down all their electronics and play with pine trees and snow. I’m only in second grade, but I know that’s not normal. I’ve seen movies. I’ve seen TV. Normal people NEVER shut off their electronics. They live by the screen, and are prepared to die by the screen. I’ve done the macaroni trees and wreaths and construction paper cards. I needed something new, but it had to be analog, and I’d spent most of the last few months with Dr. Buttchin, doing X-Menerator stuff. Time flew by, and I lost track of it. And now, here I was, without a clue how to update my act for Christmas. And I had sparkles stuck to my arms and hands. I’ve never been good with glue. I felt doomed.
FLIGHT SUIT 7 months ago
Speaking as a very creepy male, I appreciate a woman who ignores red flags!
3hourtour Premium Member 7 months ago
…I am doing my annual reading of A Christmas Carol…
…the part that all the movies never seem to get right …is The Ghost of Christmas Past…
…the ghost in the book looks old & young in moving in & out each other…
…I confess…
…it is hard to understand…
…or get right…
…until one day I was thinking about my late Mom…
…moments when I was a kid…
…when she was older & on oxygen…
…and I was in high-school h she was wearing a wig…
…all these different ages of her flashing through my mind…
…and suddenly I got it…
…memories…
…that was the Ghost of Christmas Past exactly…
…WoW…
Mad-ge Dish Soap 7 months ago
Hey, Hay…
Mad-ge Dish Soap 7 months ago
Looking Good
Mad-ge Dish Soap 7 months ago
Grand Open and Reopening. The sucker and the suckered.
charles9156 7 months ago
frogs taking a break ;+)
Mad-ge Dish Soap 7 months ago
Dream Catchers.
The Catchers do it better in hardball and any balls.
Note the size of a catchers mitt!
Zebrastripes 7 months ago
See you soon, T! ☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️
Brass Orchid Premium Member 7 months ago
I know what you’re thinking. “Weren’t you in second grade LAST YEAR?” Good catch, genius. I SAID it was kicking my butt. I had to repeat second grade. So embarrassing. I want to blame Sister Bruteforce, but I could have looked past her methods and done the work, if I had wanted to. I hadn’t wanted to. It’s the principle of the thing, really. Besides that, I was functioning at a tenth grade level, outside of class, in all subjects. But, between my excursions with the X-Menerator and a little bit of maturing over the summer, I had mellowed a little. I had decided to put in the work and skip third grade, which would put me back with my age group next school year, in fourth. The Mandrake the Magician experiment worked out, so my Arts and Crafts Daycare Warden was a lot more easy-going. She now believed that being nice to people made her seem smarter and more attractive, which it actually did, so it was a self-reinforcing hypnotic suggestion. I loved it. I wouldn’t have been in Day Care if it weren’t for Christmas Rush Bath Mat Factory Overtime. I would have had time at home to figure out my Christmas plans. But you work with what you’ve got.
3hourtour Premium Member 7 months ago
…St.Paul had a thorn in his side…
…he constantly tried to pull it out…
…but it stayed…
…he denied it…
…but it was there he knew…
…but…
…though he admitted to himself that it was there…
…now, part of him…
…perhaps always part of him…
…it was not his wish…
…this was an unwanted mistake…
…ok…
…not a mistake…
…a temptation…
…yes…it was a temptation…
…he sighed…
…not a temptation…
…part of him…
…not unholy exactly…
…it was like going downstream …
…easy…
…but he didn’t ‘want’ it…
…it interfered with his goals…
…with whom he desired to be…
…the blind man taught him a lesson…
…blindness does not define me…
…I accept it…
…but my body does not control me…
…I am more than just a blind man…
…I see beyond it…
…the man…
…the crippled man…
…did more than most…
…I listen to my body…
…but I talk back…
…Mary…
…scarred and abused…
…but always cheerful…
…once told him…
… You are the only one that sees through the facade…
…how miserable inside I am…
…and he had told her…
…yes you do suffer in misery…
…but every day ‘you choose’ to put on your happy face to others…
…you are not pretending to be happy…
…you choose to be…
…or you would not do it…
…you deny what life has thrown at you…
…you choose …
…‘you’ choose…
…whom and what you are…
…I look up to you and your willing conviction to whom you are…
…not to whom you pretend to be or are being forced to be…
…you are a hero to me…
…and it was true…
…he often dwelled on his own thorn…
…instead of mentally chopping it off…
…because it gave him compassion…
…instead of judgement…
…compassion over suffering…
…this is where faith wins…
…he thought…
…no pain-no gain…