While in Church, a Catholic Woman Says: "I almost got in a fistfight today"

I stopped into a church today intending to pray the whole Rosary (all 15 decades) sitting before Our Lord reposed in a tabernacle. I got through the Joyful Mysteries when a crazy man/professional panhandler entered the church begging for handouts. He zeroed in on me and wouldn’t relent. I tried to ignore him. Then… he touched me.

Now I’m engaged. It’s on. He curses me, turns and faces Our Lord in the tabernacle, curses Him, and then spits at Our Lord in the tabernacle. Now, this is where it gets… interesting. Crazy panhandler dude then wheels back on me and says, “Why don’t you go back? Why don’t you go back where you came from?” Over and over again. Now, I guess there is a certain general quality to that statement, but I found it interesting considering that the creature that was saying this had just cursed and then spit upon Our Blessed Lord reposed in the tabernacle. Hmmmm. Maybe someone doesn’t like like me being here in Riverville. Edifying!

There were two men, excuse me, “men”, who were associated with the church sitting behind me, so I enjoined them to render assistance. [What I just did in that last sentence is called "foreshadowing". Can you guess how THAT turned out??] They replied that there was nothing they could do. Ah, the battle cry of the post-Christian “man”: THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO!

So crazy panhandler dude, seeing that I’m on my own, decides to get bold. I drew him back away from the tabernacle, still trying to enjoin the “men” to get involved. Then, crazy panhandler dude charged me.

And here is where the mental preparation pays off. He was about 15 feet away, and when he charged I thought three things in this order:

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Holy Cannoli
I'd guess that the soldier was following orders and so he did not interfere with the screaming kid. I'd also guess that it was a N.O. mass since Trads, from my experience, have more consideration for others than to allow their bundle of joy to so greatly disturb the mass and many of the mass goers.
Dr Bobus
A few years ago toward the end of Sunday mass a child started screaming. Not crying. Screaming. On and on. It was obviously a situation where one of the ushers should have advised the parents to take the child toward the back of the church to the vestibule. None made a move. Were they pansies?
Well, one wasn't. He is a Medal of Honor winner--I know him and his wife. In fact, I was told he is the …More
A few years ago toward the end of Sunday mass a child started screaming. Not crying. Screaming. On and on. It was obviously a situation where one of the ushers should have advised the parents to take the child toward the back of the church to the vestibule. None made a move. Were they pansies?

Well, one wasn't. He is a Medal of Honor winner--I know him and his wife. In fact, I was told he is the only man in history to have the Combat Infantryman Badge, Combat Medic Badge, and the Medal of Honor.
Holy Cannoli
Although I would have advised most women to react differently in a similar situation, I like this lady and her story, a lot. Too bad she wasn't carrying an umbrella. :o)
As far as the 2 effeminate pansies “THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO!” sitting behind her who looked like men , they were not men. If this courageous lady were a relative or a friend of mine, I would definitely have eventually met up with …More
Although I would have advised most women to react differently in a similar situation, I like this lady and her story, a lot. Too bad she wasn't carrying an umbrella. :o)

As far as the 2 effeminate pansies “THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO!” sitting behind her who looked like men , they were not men. If this courageous lady were a relative or a friend of mine, I would definitely have eventually met up with these 2 and told them to their faces that they were cowards and a perfect example of the wussification of the Catholic Church post VC-II. I probably would be a bit more emphatic depending on how they responded to me.

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