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Papal Pissedoffedness

Pope Pick-A-Name-Any-Name Benedict XYZ (better known as Joey to his Nazi homeboys) today started off his claptrap in Australia urging those down under to forsake the spreading of whatever spiritual desert and to embrace Christianity in order to build a new age free from greed and materialism.

Free from greed and materialism? That pointy hat on his head no doubt costed more than my monthly, maybe annual or even lifetime income! And I'm pretty sure there are more hats where that came from, stashed up somewhere in the Holy See's hat closet.

Speaking of closets ...

That lace gown thing. Pretty maybe. But really, despite being so very
J. Edgar Hooverish for sure, I'd bet money probably not a Target buy.

Okay, in fairness, the red misshapen poncho might well have been a discounted purchase from some clearance bin of irregulars (no other reasonable explanation I can consider) but still ... the old dude does happen to live in the fucking Vatican palace, for Christ's sake!

Allegedly, anyway. Calls to Jesus' office to confirm whether or not actually for His sake have yet to be returned. Busy schedule.

Bottom line, the Pope preaching against materialism seems to me as ludicrous as if George W. Bush went marching for peace.

It just grated on my nerves is all, for admittedly no apparent reason. Maybe I should simply take back up chain-smoking. I was much more pleasant and less irritable back then.

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  1. Irritable or not, I think you make a good point here. Whatever happened to leading by example?

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  2. Leaders actually leading by example? That's a funny thought.

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  3. Yeah...this coming from the guy who made the news because of his fancy shmancy red shoes.

    Oh, and for the record? Jesus is usually out fishing (he actually only has to catch one, then he can head home) on Sundays, back in the office tomorrow, 9 sharp.

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  4. Mother Teresa lived a great life and she practiced what she preached.

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  5. Mother Teresa was one of sadly too few exceptions.

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