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BY Mark Shea
As many of you know, earlier this week I finally broke the silence and “came out”. I am Jolly. As I told my readers over at Inside Catholic:I am Jolly. I can’t help it. I was just born that way. And I am no longer ashamed!
I can’t remember when I first felt Jolly. Maybe it was when I was eating that second bowl of ice cream and watching The Flying Nun when I was eight. Maybe it was that tender coming-of-age moment when an older Jolly man brought Kentucky Fried Chicken to a beach party I was invited to at the age of 15 and I ate half the bucket. I don’t claim to understand everything about the complexities of this glorious and challenging appetite God has given me. All I know is, Jolly is the way God made me, and I have nothing to be ashamed of!
Please go and read the whole thing. I insist. You people, like everybody else, need to be forcibly re-educated into a Jolly-positive lifestyle. This is particularly true of brainwashed Catholics with your shame-based religion of self-denial, bafflegab about “disordered appetites”, and oppressive Dark Age nonsense about the “sin” of gluttony. When you are done, return here and finish this article.