While the rest of St. Blog’s busies itself today with the latest speculations about such ephemera as the fate of Cardinal Law and the worst scandal in the history of the American Church, your humble scribe sleuths out the really big stories for the ages.

FLASH! True Identity of Nihil Obstat May Have Accidently Been Revealed!

Writing from his Fortress of Solitude deep in the bowels of the Rocky Mountains and monitoring the activities of each St. Blog’s parishioner (particularly their use of punctuation and grammar), Nihil Obstat has long generated a mixture of terror, respect and deep amusement among blogger who just aren’t sure (or don’t care) where a body is supposed to put its (it’s?) apostrophe. A mob armed with torches is currently descending on this fortress with copies of The Deluxe Transitive Vampire: The Ultimate Handbook of Grammar for the Innocent, the Eager, and the Doomed which they intend to set alight and hurl into the pile of candy bar wrappers wreathing his work space. A glorious pyre and a fitting end.

Oh, and in case they’ve got the wrong guy, they will issue a full apology.