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Seven More Deadly Sins

Here is a quick link to a very interesting commentary by P.J. O'Rourke on the Vatican's recent listing on the all-new, brand spanking Seven Deadly Sins. I think that O'Rourke is onto something here. Those new Vatican sins are all over the shop and contradictory. I think that I like his list far more.

Comments

Lara said…
thanks for visiting my page! this post is really interesting, thanks for the links. these modern sins are so debatable :)
Lezard said…
Very interesting post today, I hadn't heard about the new sins until today! I'm not sure though that this new list will bring back crowds to confession!
Thanks for visiting The Hague Daily Photo.
 gmirage said…
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-my comment is not an abuse, kris.- lol.
Kris McCracken said…
Oh people can abuse me, just not each other.
Anonymous said…
I found the list interesting and the last item spellbinding as I don't know of any church or group that has more wealth than the Catholic Church.
Anonymous said…
Read some of today's modern sins and confess your own, anonymously at http://iconfessmyself.blogspot.com
Kris McCracken said…
Okay Anonymous, you don't know me and I don't know you. I don't mind people pimping their blog in the comments, but not under the cloak of darkness and anonymity.

I’ll let it slide this time because I’m a nice guy, but the next time...

SNIP!

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