The Catholic Church is normally an easy target for satire. There's the backwardness, the taste for boy ass, the knack for turning girls into prodigious if guilt-plagued cockgobblers. But when they actually choose a Nazi to be Pope, there's not really anything left to say.

Nothing, that is, except that it says a lot about the last guy when the first three things that came to mind when I saw this one were "bright-eyed," "spry," and "healthy."

Analogcabin @ 3:32 PM
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