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HONOLULU (AP) — The second miracle in allowing a nun to soon become St. Marianne Cope involves the healing of a New York woman who had an infection that was destroying her organs.

Details on the miracle were revealed for the first time Tuesday by the Sisters of St. Francis of the Neumann Communities in Syracuse, N.Y. They say a bag of soil containing Marianne's bone fragments from the Hawaii peninsula where leprosy patients were exiled was pinned to Sharon Smith's hospital gown. She was cured after months of prayer to Marianne.

Sure sounds miraculous to me! Sign me up! That popey guy really sets the bar high, huh? With standards like these, it's a wonder they don't make 50 new saints a day.

Excuse me while I go pin a baggie filled with dead people to my pajamas. Yuck.

PS: Is that first sentence in the AP article awful, or what? Yeesh.

Does not compute

What's wrong with this picture?

What would John Lennon have to say about this? A lot, I imagine. New York's mayor Mike Bloomberg has decreed from on-high that musicians and singers may no longer, you know, make music or sing in Central Park. At least, not in the "Quiet Zones" and Strawberry Fields has, incredibly, been designated as a "Quiet Zone". This picture tells the tale. What boobery, what nincompoopery! It's astoundingly out of step -- but then, that's NY's mayor Mike Bloomberg. No clue about how the soiled masses might view this.

Can you imagine what John would say? It would be such fun. He'd have a huge musical gathering in Strawberry Fields by nightfall with TV cameras following his every move, and live broadcasts going out over the net to the entire world. He'd call on people everywhere to join him. "Bring a musical instrument and a bed, and plan to stay for months!" It would morph into a park-wide artist's festival that no one on the planet could shut down. And suddenly, world peace would break out all over.

And then he'd write great songs about the whole thing and make us feel like we were there when it all came down. Dang, I miss this man. And Bloomberg -- you're an artless twit.