Tuesday, April 27
Visualize Whirled Pax
Well, the inimitable Onion Dome has proclaimed a new contest for an Eastern Orthodox bumper sticker--apparently, Honk 40 Times If You're Orthodox wasn't cutting it anymore. So, we wild and crazy Latins, of course, ought to reciprocate. There's plenty of Catholic bumper-stickers out there, every church parking-lot is festooned with anything from Pray the Rosary to the more fire-and-brimstone-y If you live like there's no Hell, you better be right. Both suitable and salutary messages, but the Church is full of different charisms, each with their own peculiar quirks, and I daresay, their own set of inside jokes. Are there bumper-stickers for Catholic nerds? For traditionalists? Conservatives? Opus Dei? Anglican Use fans? Dominicans? In this spirit, the Shrine offers this selection of possible new options.
I brake for processions.
Honk in Tonus Monasticus if you're a Dominican.
Biretta on board.
Support your local Subdeacon.
Happiness is a warm thurible.
My altar boy excommunicated your honor student.
William Donohue is my president.
Anathema sit!
Summa Theologica, II-II, clxviii, 4.
My other car is a sedia gestatoria.
Horn broken. Watch for crotalum.
Horn broken. (Cf. Tra le sollicitudini, St. Pius X, 1903).
I don't brake for Marty Haugen.
I'd rather be chanting.
My other car is a confessional.
To err is human. To really screw up, you need a liturgist.
We have a penance for that.
Real men wear cassocks.
Warning: Driver is in the Fifth Mansion.
Warning: Occasions of sin are more proximate than they appear.
Concuspicence happens!
I'm a Dominican. My other car is an auto-da-fe.
Jesuits: Freaking Out Conspiracy Theorists since 1540.
Honkest thou verily for ye Pastoral Provision!
And lastly:
My other chausible is a fiddleback.
Now, can our readers top these? I hope so, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here.
Well, the inimitable Onion Dome has proclaimed a new contest for an Eastern Orthodox bumper sticker--apparently, Honk 40 Times If You're Orthodox wasn't cutting it anymore. So, we wild and crazy Latins, of course, ought to reciprocate. There's plenty of Catholic bumper-stickers out there, every church parking-lot is festooned with anything from Pray the Rosary to the more fire-and-brimstone-y If you live like there's no Hell, you better be right. Both suitable and salutary messages, but the Church is full of different charisms, each with their own peculiar quirks, and I daresay, their own set of inside jokes. Are there bumper-stickers for Catholic nerds? For traditionalists? Conservatives? Opus Dei? Anglican Use fans? Dominicans? In this spirit, the Shrine offers this selection of possible new options.
I brake for processions.
Honk in Tonus Monasticus if you're a Dominican.
Biretta on board.
Support your local Subdeacon.
Happiness is a warm thurible.
My altar boy excommunicated your honor student.
William Donohue is my president.
Anathema sit!
Summa Theologica, II-II, clxviii, 4.
My other car is a sedia gestatoria.
Horn broken. Watch for crotalum.
Horn broken. (Cf. Tra le sollicitudini, St. Pius X, 1903).
I don't brake for Marty Haugen.
I'd rather be chanting.
My other car is a confessional.
To err is human. To really screw up, you need a liturgist.
We have a penance for that.
Real men wear cassocks.
Warning: Driver is in the Fifth Mansion.
Warning: Occasions of sin are more proximate than they appear.
Concuspicence happens!
I'm a Dominican. My other car is an auto-da-fe.
Jesuits: Freaking Out Conspiracy Theorists since 1540.
Honkest thou verily for ye Pastoral Provision!
And lastly:
My other chausible is a fiddleback.
Now, can our readers top these? I hope so, I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here.
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