One Line Bio
To the pure all things are pure.
About Sister Lucy
Raised in a wealthy family, Lucy gave all her money away at age 21 and, after graduating from the University of Syracuse, joined the Nunnery, taking vows of poverty, chastity, and silence. She devotes her life to fasting, meditation and prayer. Her Bridegroom is Jesus, her bridal banquet is eternal life.
Sent by her Abbess to Wealth Bondage to convert the ownership society to Christ whose kingdom is not of this world, she flits from scene to scene, a silent prayerful presence, providing piquancy for the depraved in their perversions and a sense of perspective for those who may yet be redeemed.
To Candidia she is "my fucking Nun." To Tutor she is an image of all he has lost and a sign of hope and pending grace.
Sister Lucy will not sleep in Wealth Bondage, nor in The Dumpster, considering it immodest, instead she has found an opening between WB and the Dumpster that leads down into the Catacombs. There she lives under wealth bondage, among the piles of bones, the reliquary of the liberals martyred there over the years, for their commitment to democracy, by the forces of Candidia's Free Market Empire. Lucy prays constantly for the repose of the souls of all men and women, whether in Wealth Bondage or in Heaven.
Quotation
(Spoken to God in prayer)
Dear Father forgive Candidia and her minions that they might someday be united with you in heaven. She worships the market; she craves money and power; she is sometimes cruel, but she knows not what she does. She is a frail human creature, like myself, a sinner. Say but the word and her soul shall be healed. And please , Father keep the Happy Tutor and all Dumpster Dwellers safe in these dark times awaiting the return of your Son in love and compassion. Forgive me my sins and place my feet upon the paths of righteousness. Let me succor the liberals who find refuge here in the Catacombs, and help them to face their fate with dignity the insults of the mob and the persecution by the forces of Candidia's Empire. With the help of thy grace, their end shall be their beginning in union with thee, far above Wealth Bondage. In thy Holy Name I pray. Amen.
"Help them to face their" what? "Their" fucking WHAT?
Posted by: Father Lapsarium | March 11, 2006 at 12:27 AM
fate ? or, as j. Alva might put it, their fecklessness ?
Posted by: JJ Commoner | March 11, 2006 at 12:41 AM
Fate, that was the missing word, Father. I will have it corrected.
Posted by: The Happy Tutor | March 11, 2006 at 10:50 AM
"Fecklessness" is good too, but to Lucy, the meek and feckless shall inherit the earth, the little lambs, not the shepherd who now leads them to the fleecing an d the slaughter.
Posted by: The Happy Tutor | March 11, 2006 at 10:53 AM
How cute is this?? I can kinda see it both ways, tho. Either dead or sleeping. Maybe it's the protruding tongue. No X's for eyes, tho.
Cute it is, then!
It really is a matter of choosing the happy path, fellers. Sincerely! : )
Posted by: flipper | March 11, 2006 at 05:25 PM
Choose the Happy Path, out behind the Children's Play Area. Be sure they bring their Happy Meals.
Posted by: The Happy Tutor | March 14, 2006 at 04:43 PM
Cute?
And how!
Have the little lady stop by my cardboard box. I've got a fine brace of altar wines to sample.
Perhaps we can compare our....habits?
Posted by: Paul Curtin | January 10, 2007 at 02:38 PM
Sister Lucy has seen worse. She has washed the lepers sores.
Posted by: The Happy Tutor | January 10, 2007 at 06:52 PM