Habemus Papam

I've really been enjoying the soap opera that is modern Catholicism.  It looks like it will continue to be interesting.

We have a new pope, to go with the old one (one could be forgiven to observe).  Part of the fun over the last week or so was the speculation all around as to whether the church would choose this kind of pope or that kind of pope.  As if there were really any mystery about it.  They are in trouble, have been for years, image-trouble, numbers-trouble, legal-trouble, so of course, I figured, they'll pick someone to lead a close circling of the wagons.  They did too, they picked a Jesuit.

Yes, a Jesuit, a soldier in the "Army of God."  Then, in a brilliant P.R. move, having picked a wolf to lead the church, they immediately clothed him in a suit of sheep's clothing in the form of his name, Francis, the most un-Jesuit name there is.

So St. Francis will be the face above the table, while the stiletto will remain hidden under the table.

Let's see how this thing goes.