There are still so many obstacles, feeling
like swimming against the tide, but reading your posts gives me a good push to continue.
Not exact matches
It's always hard to
swim against the
tide, and in the debate on homosexual lifestyle it feels, at times, more
like a tsunami.»
Furthermore (and this bears repeating) you will hear no support for the
likes of Francis Phillips, or any other lay Catholic
swimming against that particular
tide, from the English bishops, if for no other reason that it might cause the faithful to call to mind an (at the moment) dormant issue: their continuing support for the Soho Masses, at which homoerotically active homosexuals (self - proclaimed as such) regularly, and some say blasphemously, receive the Sacrament of the Altar.
I want freshness and excitement and movement, and yet I am
swimming against what feels
like an insurmountable
tide of writer's and photographer's block to deliver even a single post.
I'm not proud of this story but I'm sharing it to let all of you know that even someone
like me, with strong views on the subject of junk food in schools, can be cowed by the prospect of
swimming against the
tide.
Like, «you can not
swim against the
tide» on this one or my personal favorite «we can not put the genie back in the bottle,» but the fact is Uber has changed the game.
Swimming harder
against the inevitable
tide of forgetfulness than the Grey Ghost is Bruce Dern's George Sitkowski, governor of troubled, racially divided Scranton, a man who, upon his re-election, discovers that no one really
likes him.