So St. John's has 200 small white wooden crosses on the Great Lawn today to symbolize tragic deaths in the U.S. It's a little macabre, I'd say. It kind of looks like a makeshift graveyard. It doesn't exactly set a nice spring mood. I love being Catholic.
The Classic Culprits:
The Catholic Church's Personal Vendettas:
Ah, yes. I'm not sure if I prefer this display to the chalk renditions of fetuses on the walkways of the Residence Village. (I'm not kidding. I wish I took pictures of that too but it freaked me out and pissed me off into a such a state that I forgot.)