Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Nutz to the Ratz

Well, Benny the Ratz is coming to visit my town next week, and of course the media is all atwitter.

Thank all gods for Christopher Hitchens (don't we just love the delicious irony of his first name!) and the people who post to his blog:

Christopher Hitchens: What I'd Ask the Pope

If Ratzinger is not asked at every stop he makes, and in level yet firm tones, why he and the Vatican continue to shelter Cardinal Law, our profession will have shamed and disgraced itself. We already know that the Pope is a Roman Catholic. What we need to hear is his reason for giving sinecure and asylum to the man who organized and excused the rape and torture of tens of thousands of American children. And then, when he has given his first answer, we need to hear how he answers all the supplementary questions.

Oh, you bet! Like "Hey, Benny, if you could do it over, would you still have goosestepped off to join Hitler Youth, or would you have had the courage of your after-the-fact convictions and been dragged away to a concentration camp to suffer for them as a true and noble Christian martyr should?"

But no living journalist will ask him that except one of the Hamill boys, Denis or Pete, and my guy Jack Cafferty, and the city authorities will probably keep them chained up in a dank, disused subway station until Popey's visit is safely over. Rats indeed!

My favorite response by FAR on Hitchens' blog (a poster, to one of the "faithful"):

Let's see... you BELIEVE that a cosmic Jewish zombie, who is his own father, can make you live forever if you symbolically (1) eat his flesh (2) and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was tricked by a malevolent entity (3) into eating a piece of fruit from a magical tree... (etc.)... and that there is something horribly wrong with people who ARE NOT so gullible and droolingly stupid as to believe such outrageously ridiculous codswallop.

(1) or actually---depending on which particular christ-cult sect you belong to
(2) in the form of a cracker
(3) disguised [as] a talking snake... with legs

It's very wrong of me to laugh (so hard I almost unseated the laptop), because I do believe other people's spiritual beliefs must be respected (except if they involve child polygamy, priests abusing young boys, female genital mutilation, honor know the dirty laundry list as well as I do) if you want them to respect your own, but I have to say this is one of the best arguments for atheism, or at least non-Christianity, I've ever read. Give me Thor and Morrigan and Dionysus any day!


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