When I collaborate with murderous regimes, I also choose aliases that’re wildly ironic, like “Prince I Love You Forever, You Are Awesome And Will Be In Heaven.” Because Pope Francis is totally into irony:
By this thesis, in short, the coming of Saint Francis was like the birth of a child in a dark house, lifting its doom; a child that grows up unconscious of the tragedy and triumphs over it by his innocence. In him it is necessarily not only innocence but ignorance. It is the essence of the story that he should pluck at the green grass without knowing it grows over a murdered man or climb the apple-tree without knowing it was the gibbet of a suicide.
Except the new Pope knows where the bodies were buried, because he was complicit in their kidnapping and torturing and disposal. But I like that he’s trying to pull the wool over his flock’s eyes, because I’m into literature and that’s a pun.
UPDATE: I’m sure this means I’m racist against bald white Catholic converts to Judiasm, but NO TOUCHING!
UPDATE (DB): One of the last emails that my father sent me, it turned out, was when Benedict was elected: “We Catholics have ourselves a Nazi Pope. Sieg Heil!” I’m confident that he would welcome Francis with similar reserve.