The Occasional Solipsist

Oh, that's Giusseppe. My bad.

Well then I guess the April Fool's joke is on you.

But it looks like the old guy is finally on his way out. And man oh man, are the holies coming out in droves to show their support now. Apparently, the Pope's ill health is the only item newsworthy enough to make the noon, the six and the eleven o'clock editions. Guess not much else happened today. Anywhere.

Man, as I write this, I just heard 'We'll have the latest on a special weekend edition tomorrow, starting at 7 o'clock.' Whatever.

Superwife put it very succinctly today. She has a very good habit of cutting through all the bullshit and getting right to the point. She asked me since Catholics in particular and Christians in general think that they get to go to heaven when they die, why exactly is it such a bad thing when the big guy decides its time to call his star quarterback into retirement?

Ok, the football analogy was mine, but the ruminations on death were hers. And she's right on the money.

If this guy is the head honcho's main man as Catholics believe, then isn't it a good thing that he's getting rewarded for a life of praying, not enjoying any of life's joys to excess, and completely staying away from the only thing that's really any fun - sex?

This is the part where I opt to shy away from the obligatory altar boy crack.

But this whole circus that's starting just serves as another reminder, as if I needed one, of how far away we are from living in a society free of religious dogma everywhere you turn.

Anyone know of a nice quiet island that only atheists are allowed on? If you find one, don't worry about the ticket price, just sign the three of us up. One for me, one for Superwife and one for the baby coming that I can only hope has the freedom to think whatever the hell he/she wants without being constantly brainwashed by christian fundamentalism.

And that is all I have to say about that. For tonight.

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