Cut this rank nonsense. The U.S. Catholics, if they weren’t so SCARED to stand-up to the ‘church’, could do so, so much to get a meaningful resolution to the absolutely disgusting sex crimes committed on children by Catholic clerics.
For God SAKE stop giving the Church MONEY.
On one hand they wring their hands, and on the other, they can’t wait to give money to the Church.
Yes, the age old weakness the Church has exploited for millenia. The belief that giving money to the Church will wash away your sins.
The Catholic Church only worships one thing and one thing ALONE. Money, money, money — especially US dollars.
If the U.S. Catholics just STOP, just for ONE SUNDAY, giving the Church all that money they will stop and take notice.
Francis will be on Twitter saying “OK, which U.S. Cardinals do you want gone”.
This hypocriticism that the U.S. Catholics are powerless MUST STOP.
They have all the power in their grubby paws.
STOP the money.
Please. Just stop for ONE day. This Sunday.
Simple as that.
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Attribution WILL be enforced.
These ruins are NOT really a part of that Massacre. They are ruins that are BELOW the cave, on the other side of the Canyon.
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Cetirizine Hydrochloride = Brand Name: Zyrtec.
I have been taking 10mg of (generic) Zyrtec, i.e., Cetirizine Hydrochloride, DAILY, without fail (but maybe at most a few times) for 5 years and 8 months; 2089 days.
I would swear by it. I thought it was a miracle drug.
My primary care doctor, at the time, i.e., 2012, had told me that I should do so.
I used to be haunted and plagued with severe bronchitis. At least twice year, once in Spring the other in Fall, bronchitis would cripple me. So, in November 2012, after I nearly DIED from a bout of bronchitis and coughed so hard that I broke a rib, my doctor told me to start taking Zyrtec.
IT WAS MAGIC.
It stopped my bronchitis — dead. I really haven’t had a debilitating attack in those 5.6-years.
I was so happy. I would tell others about it. I had my 12-year old on daily Zyrtec — and her doctor was fine with it.
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Today, I had my dreaded physical. Different doctor, same practice. The other one, who told me to take Zyrtec had left.
This doctor, who I have been seeing for the last 4 years is an Indian, my age and we share a very similar background.
So, he goes through ALL my health woes, my unstoppable weight gain up near the top since some of my other problems can be attributed to it.
He tells me that he is CONVINCED that most of my problems are due to my daily Zyrtec. I spluttered and choked.
He, then, makes it worse.
He said he tried telling me last year at my physical, but when he saw how happy I was with the Zyrtec he decided to wait. BUGGER.
He told me to take 10mg Loratadine (generic Claritin) instead, daily — and ONLY take Zyrtec, occasionally, if the Loratadine “wasn’t cutting it” on days when my allergies were real bad. WOW.
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But, not so now. And this Summer I have had my Garmin Fenix 5 on my wrist thick-and-thin even when we were in Arizona. So, the tan lines are pretty obvious when I take off the Fenix 5 to dry it after I take a shower or go swimming.
My tan lines (and I also have some on my shoulders from my topless activities involving a backpack) amuse Teischan. She says: “teenage girls would kill to have that tan”.
I have always known that I tan.
My adoptive mother was obsessed as to the exact shade of my skin color. She hated it when I turned dark from the sun.
My mother, even by over normal coffee au lait standards, was dark and she did NOT like it. She wore thick, WHITE pancake makeup to make herself look ‘white’. Here is an example.
This was also before SPF-40 (or any SPF) sun-block was in fashion. Otherwise she would have had me permanently covered in it. I don’t wear sun-block. I do not need it. I do NOT burn. The only time I was forced to wear it, for a couple of days, was in Hawaii. The sun did burn my back. Not badly, but just enough.
Anywho … Even when I was in my 30s, my mother never let go off her concern as to my skin color. The VERY FIRST words out of her mouth, each and every time we met, wherever it was in the world, would be either: “Oh! You have got darker” or “Good. You have got lighter“. I kid you not. Never, “good to see you” or “how are you”. It was always, without ever a fail: “Oh! You have got darker” or “Good. You have got lighter”