Charle Pierce esquire.com
I am fairly sure that Dunking On Paul Ryan is not one of the Ignatian Spiritual Exercises, but maybe it ought to be. It certainly feels good. The zombie-eyed granny starver from the state of Wisconsin has been reminded, time and time again, of one of the shebeen’s most important rules.

Do. Not. Fck. With. The. Society.

Last week, you may recall, news broke that, back in April, the Speaker’s office ousted congressional chaplain Fr. Pat Conroy, S-freaking-J, for a prayer that was insufficiently grounded in the Gospel According to Art Laffer. Conroy resigned. On Thursday, he un-resigned, with a bang. From Politico:

While you never spoke with me in person, nor did you send me any correspondence, on Friday, April 13th, 2018, your Chief of Staff, Jonathan Burks, came to me and informed me that you were asking for my letter of resignation. I inquired as to whether or not it was “for cause,” and Mr. Burks mentioned dismissively something like “maybe it’s time that we had a Chaplain that wasn’t a Catholic.” He also mentioned my November prayer and an interview with the National Journal Daily.

He just called you out as a gutless weasel, Mister Speaker.

Recently, on April 27, you publicly indicated that my “pastoral services” to some Members were lacking and that I did not offer adequate “spiritual counseling” to others. This is not the reason that Mr. Burks gave me when asking for my “resignation.” In fact, no such criticism has ever been leveled against me during my tenure as House Chaplain.

He just called you out as a gutless liar, Mister Speaker.