Modestly hiking the southerly extreme of his cassock’s skirt, Pope Francis, in a single bound, leaped onto the Fruitcake Caravan of global climate warming change, with an Ah Do, Ah Do Believe encyclical – due out tomorrow – smilingly endorsing the fraud of the century.
What, me worry?
He is expected to provide an economy sized bottle of aspirin with each copy of “Be Praised,” since the darned thing runs to 192 Ah Believe pages.
As a nervous lefty, he believes in spreading his faux expertise like infested peanut butter, among not only Catholics but all others whom he likes to think of as Not Yet Catholic.
With this voluminous bilge, he sets himself up as one of the silliest sounding liberals in public life, a considerable accomplishment. Chirping like a well-trained parrot, he sings the politically correct notes of the global change warming Gospel. Does polly want a cracker, too?
This could give atheism its heftiest boost since Martin Luther left the church 498 years ago this afternoon.
In the strictly modern spirit of Kiss Me Cait Jenner, Polka Dots Dolezal, Czar (I Didn’t Walk, Iran) Obama and other museum oddities of the day, Pope Francis transferred into clown clothes, transforming himself from a somewhat serious person into a circus sideshow, a full-blown fruitcake destined for an isolation booth.
His knowledge of climate change would put an infant to shame. No one else. His lack of sophistication should, but won’t, embarrass him.
In honor of the pope’s deviation into Wonderland, we breathlessly await Swish Obama’s next encyclical, How I Became a Spasmodic Christian to Boost My Campaigns.
