Who be da man???

Right now there's a fascinating discussion over at Bettnet.com on "the vice of effeminacy," specifically as it affects the Catholic priesthood. You'll see my comments in there as well.

When I was a boy, we had a young curate at our parish named "Father K." The pastor was an Irish-German known for fire-and-brimstone homilies, but K was tall, thin, slight of build, and soft-spoken. The story goes that one night, there was a knock at the rectory door. K opened it, to see a man with a gun informing him that this was a hold-up, and demanding money. Without batting an eye, K responded, "Oh, don't be ridiculous," and slammed the door in the guy's face.

Did I mention he could sink a basketball from thirty yards away?