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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.
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Lara said…
thanks for visiting my page! this post is really interesting, thanks for the links. these modern sins are so debatable :)
14 April 2008 at 14:39
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.
14 April 2008 at 17:38
 gmirage said…
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-my comment is not an abuse, kris.- lol.
14 April 2008 at 18:08
Kris McCracken said…
Oh people can abuse me, just not each other.
14 April 2008 at 20:06
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.
14 April 2008 at 20:23
Anonymous said…
Read some of today's modern sins and confess your own, anonymously at http://iconfessmyself.blogspot.com
16 April 2008 at 04:12
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!
16 April 2008 at 16:05
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