If you are going to spend your entire life in the pork industry, you could scarcely hope for a better name than Joe Leathers. Leathers, who proudly inserts the nickname “Bacon Belly” between his first and last names, is now a retiree in Kansas City, Mo. But he has been a pig man since the beginning.

The emergence of your house from heathenism is recent, and apostasy an ever present possibility, as the Danes once showed by falling back into the worship of their devils.  But you and your people, the Geats of southern Sweden, still stand delivered.

But because we are currently occupied in our manufacture of cutesy porcelain figures, the world has been left to turn aside to aesthetic chaos.

hitler’s moms

Now that he was attracting attention, women began to take an interest in him. Most of them were aging ladies who sensed problems behind the inhibitions and complexes of the magnetic young orator, tensions that knowledgeable ministrations could release. Hitler himself later commented on the jealousies among those women who thronged so eagerly and maternally around him. He knew one, he remarked, “whose voice grew hoarse from agitation whenever I exchanged so much as a few words with another woman.” One of them, Carola Hoffmann, widow of a secondary-school teacher, who lived in the Munich suburb of Solln, made a sort of home for him and earned herself the title of “Hitler-Mutti” – Hitler’s Mom. Frau Bruckmann, wife of the publisher of Houston Stewart Chamberlain and a lady descended from an ancient noble line, also took him under her wing. So did the wife of Bechstein, the piano manufacturer. “I wished he were my son,” she said, and later, in order to be allowed to visit him in prison, she alleged that she was his adoptive mother. All of them taken together, their houses, their parties, widened the area around him and helped to make his name known.

(Joachim Fest, Hitler)

It is as if Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and the entire cast of “Twilight” were placed into a saucepan and simmered on a low boil until nothing remained but the sweet, cloying essence of fame, and if that fame were then poured into pleated tartan skirts and given pigtails.

He lives in a dumpster and is interested in the Metropolitan Opera.

Tumblr’s eclectic tastes are evident in some of the categories featured in the service’s year-end roundup. Entire sections will be devoted to photo bombing, fingernail art, unicorns, bacon, pretty colors, student loans and the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender communities.

“The people on Tumblr never cease to amaze me with their creativity and their wit and the amount of fun they are having online,” said Danielle Strle, Tumblr’s director of product for content and community.

People have been calling each other motherfuckers for over a century, but until World War II the term was typically used as an insult.

Rather than chattering about books that have not been read properly, or entering endless ecstasies about oysters and French confitures, now is the time for would-be Benedictines to consider some wise counsel I heard MacIntyre offer in 2009 when I attended the launch of his book God, Philosophy, Universities at Notre Dame, which was held in conjunction with the celebration of his 80th birthday that year.