I was going to title it “We have two disappointing bishops on our hands,” but then I noticed the Facebook meme for “Blackout Tuesday” and got distracted.

The two disappointing bishops are, pardon me I mean no disrespect but I must say it, Bishop Barron and our own good Cardinal Cupich. The excellent and hardworking Bishop Barron concludes at the end of a longish article, “Pentecost and the fires in our streets,” essentially that all the looting is owing to “400 years of racism,” which by the way is Antifa’s own trope. Yes, so that’s why Antifa would try to burn down a historic Episcopal church in Washington D.C., and that’s why my employer has had at least five stores of its retail chain in Chicago looted, and one essentially destroyed, even to the warehouse, the IT room and all the cash registers.

And our good Cardinal Cupich writes a…

. . . from Aussie writer Lydia Davis’ early collection Break It Down (1986):

Though everyone wishes it would not happen, and thought it would be far better if it did not happen, it sometimes does happen that a second daughter is born and there are two sisters.

I love (a) the sentence structure, (b) the irony.

Ald. Ray Lopez said the mayor told him he was “full of s–t” when he demanded to know her plan to protect neighborhoods. His response? “I told her, ‘F–k you. You don’t know what’s going on.’”

Heated exchange:

By Sunday night, Lopez said neighborhoods were in chaos, and he believed his warnings about a “coordinated attempt to destabilize our city” had proved true.

On a second conference call between the mayor and aldermen, Lopez said several aldermen were “in tears” about the damage done to their communities.

“I asked her point-blank. I said, ‘I told you this was gonna happen in the morning. I warned you. What is our plan for the neighborhoods? How are we gonna stabilize the communities? We need a five-day plan. The assumption that this is all gonna go away because you’ve got a curfew is wrong. We need to stabilize the communities. I want an…

Step One, about getting to know yourself, rings a bell.

Try asking your Maker, who knows all there is to know about you. He can open you up if you calm down enough to ask Him. A hundred years from now, you’ll be glad you did. Heck, with any luck, a few hours or minutes from now.