In the healthily rambunctious spirit of Michael Novak's posting yesterday (I refer to his "Beer Blessing" in ecclesiastically resplendent Latin), I was reminded of Belloc's immortal lines in praise of the place of ale in Western civilization. I apologize in advance for the questionable quality of my response to his words of wisdom.
Whenever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There's always laughter and good red wine.
At least I've always found it so.
But when the Catholic sun doth sink,
There's stench of Hitler, Stalin's stink.
We hate to say we told you so.
JP (with apologies to HB)