Three days ago the Pope hitched up his ballgown and bowled down to Rome’s tourist hotspot, the Spanish Steps.
There he publicly prayed to his God (whose name no Christian can tell me, Godding being a job description), to have mercy on people struggling with the pandemic.
That was an outrageous impertinence. If the Pope’s all-wise, all powerful, nameless God wants people to suffer, then asking him to change his mind which is what prayer constitutes, is utterly disrespectful.
The fact that God bore this insult rather than a bit of smiting or wiping the Pope out with a spot of lightning leaves only one conclusion. The bugger doesn’t exist.