Hit by a Shea(t) storm.

The hit meter is beginning to spin like my house's electricity meter on 115 degree Fresno day when the air conditioning is running. It's odd. I turn out profound commentary on on the moral virtue of fortitude, and no one cares. I offer up cutting edge social polling data on Catholic theological attitudes and obscure papal documents, and no one cares. [Go here and look one post up.] I do a riff on buried anti-Catholic assumptions in the the presentation of Reformation history, and I actually get some nice feedback.

But I make one passing reference to a famous Belloc couplet - which I thought was from G.K. Chesterton - and I get an avalanche. Thanks for visiting. Hurry back. Eventually, I'll get the hang of this blogging thing.