The Leader They Deserve

There we go - we have a pope. Who, we??

Again, the news are talking about him like Papa Ratzi was the leader of all people. Well, he certainly knows what that would mean, some 65 years ago one of his countrymen had similar aspirations, but he didn't have to be elected by a congregation of Alzheimer patients.

They had - what? - 120 to chose from, and who do they elect? The most conservative right-wing crusader they had among their ranks - if there was such a thing as "militant" in today's catholic church, he'd be wielding an AK-47 and wear a t-shirt saying "Death to Faggots". Good grief!

I spent a couple of days in Edinburgh this week, and, coming back from a conference, switched on the TV. The most hilarious thing of all was, the TV showed the picture of a little chimney, white-grayish smoke wafting from it, and the commentator was discussing with somebody you couldn't hear whether this was "indeed white smoke, or whether it is black - we can't really tell at this moment, it does look somewhat awfully grayish to me, I'm waiting for confirmation yada yada yada..."

Anyone with half-decent eyesight was able to tell it was fucking white.

And then, again, what almost made me drop my laptop, were the people, crying from mass-hysteria (I'm refusing to accept that it was anything remotely resembling "joy"), tears streaming over their dumbstruck sheep faces - all that was missing was the collective "BAAAAHHHH!" We had to make do with collective clapping.

PARDON?

I guess these people would clap their hands, too, if somebody told them that, yes, there are little green men from Mars, and YES, they have taken over the governments of the world in the style of "Mars Attacks".

Come to think of it: I'd applaud that, too.

That was the stinky thing about my conference in Edinburgh. The rest was good. The Single Malt collection of the Sheraton IS something to write home about.