Look, I’m all for this humility stuff that the new Pope is pushing, but he’s got it all wrong about what it means to be Pope.
Argentina is playing for the World Cup championship, and where is Mr. Argentina?
We’re not sure if he was sitting around with a bunch of his Cardinal friends, or hanging with some old nuns, watching the Argentina-Germany game at some sports bar near the Trevi Fountain. Or if he was at what has somehow become known as a “watch party” at St. Peter’s Square in the Vatican, watching on a huge TV propped up against St. Peter’s. Leading cheers: “Give me an A…give me an R…”
Or maybe he let the nuns lead the cheers.
But you have to take advantage of being the world’s No. 1 holy man. Jump into Vatican 1 and fly down to Rio for the game. You’re the Pope. Just make a call and tell some ticket guy to leave a couple in your name. Use the other ticket for one of the old nuns, paint her face blue and white, have some fun.
But, no, you’re worried about the poor people.
That’s why I should have been elected Pope. I would have known how to play the role.