So, then, we have a new Pope today. Pope Paedophile CCLXVI takes over from his predecessor, Pope Paedophile CCLXV, and promptly begins treading the same filthy rut all his predecessors have trod. And a filthy, deep rut it is, and all.
In the meantime, science shook the world six or seven times this week, from the discovery that bee venom in nanoparticles can kill HIV to the discovery that Mars could well have supported ancient life up to half a billion years ago. How many changes to the world have prayers achieved this week? None whatsoever.
We'll miss all the Pope Palpatine jokes, of course - but then, this is a time to set aside the jokes and look on the new Pope Irrelevance CCLXVI with a serious expression. The last one had to retire because we were skewering him on every subject; wait till this one meets the real world and finds how ineffectual his invisible friend in the sky actually is when it comes to handling reality.
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