On Friday night, I watched Artemis 2 re-enter the Earth’s atmosphere and splash down safely in the Pacific Ocean. I was holding my breath a little, just like everyone else who watched Challenger explode. But despite that tiny “no joy” moment of fear, the splashdown was perfect and all four Artemis astronauts emerged happy and well. That was a good Friday night.
Then on Saturday, Chicago’s own Pope Leo threw down the gauntlet at Trump and Vance and Netanyahu and Putin, galvanizing at least two generations of lapsed Catholics. Meanwhile, all of Budapest was out in the streets celebrating Orban’s likely downfall in advance.
In other news, JD Vance failed to end the war in Iran, so we’re not out of the woods by any means. I meant, Trump is still President. But between JD’s campaign trip for Orban (which I still have not wrapped my head around because what the FUCK) and his unsuccessful Iran war negotiations, that’s two big JD losses in quick succession, and that’s good news all on its own.
All of this is to say that something is shifting. Things are changing. It’s Sunday morning now, and I’m going to Mass for the second consecutive week.
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