I’m not in the mood for the Pope.
So the little jack-ass is stepping down. I just wish Hitchens were still around to slap him around a bit. At least TDB brought back a very good 2010 article he wrote, you can see it here. Yonks ago I wrote about the Pope for a Spanish paper. I focused mainly on the ‘everyone had to be part of the Hitler Youth‘ line- primordially because a number of Jehovah’s witnesses (some from Ratzinger’s own town), refused to join any Nazi organization. Some paid with their lives. I’m also amused at how Catholic commentators are trying to rewrite history and propose the Pope was the great anti-pedophilia guy of the institution, when in fact, he spear-headed the massive cover-up.
In case you didn’t know: On May 18, 2001, Cardinal Ratzinger, then Prefect of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, wrote a letter to the Catholic Bishops on how to handle abuses that were occurring in the Church. It ordered that “cases of this kind are subjected to the pontifical secret” (Houston Voice online, August 29, 2005). That means keep quiet, it also asserted the Church’s right to hold inquiries behind closed doors and keep the evidence confidential. Breaching pontifical secret carries serious penalties.
Anyway… My first flowers of the season are starting to bloom. Someone gave me some stunning azaleas. A friend is separating after a seven year marriage- terribly sad, but I think it’s the right choice in the long-run. We invited him to spend some time here at the house and he can also bring the children for vacation in summer. Things to do ease the transition. I bought myself a box set of Maria Dolores Pradera. A whiskey sour, a little cigar and Pradera sounding through the garden as the weather gets a bit warmer- excellent combination. Sometimes it looks as if the leaves and branches are swaying to the music. I also bought lots of flower seeds- I want flowers year-round. Business isn’t bad. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but I was offered a partnership in a big interior design firm. A fifty percent partnership, which is scary. If I had a ton of money stashed away (…aah, those were the days), I wouldn’t dream of taking on this sort of responsibility- but as things are, I just have to do it.
I leave you with a funny (real) video of the Pope watching topless acrobats:
And my azaleas