Papa Beeeeee

Pope Benedict (or Papa Beeeeee as I call him) has broken his wrist in the bath. So it's not just me getting clumsy. I did the same thing once, but I did it in a more dignified manner... not in the bath. And for a minute I forgot that the news headline says it happened in the bath and thought that perhaps he just got muddled up in his skirt. After all he is not a teenager, he's 82. The new report also said he's 82 and has got no health problems. It makes me envious, but then of course God wouldn't never allow such a prized one of the flock to have health problems. Pope John Paul was a fine man, I so liked the guy, such a kind face. This one isn't. Every time I see his picture plastered somewhere it's a man with a grin, the type of ... I'm so fabulous kind of grin. Perhaps he needs to change his perception about himself. He isn't so fabulous. He thinks gay people are sinful and is always talking about how God made a man and a woman. I agree, but God also made gay men and women. And although I'm not gay, I could have been. I had enough problems growing up totally straight. Why doesn't Pope Be put himself in a gay shoe for once? Imagine how harrowing it must be to watch the world function as man+woman while you have feelings for people of your same sex. The least Papa Be can do is be kind. He's not, but hey he's a Raztinger, so it's a kind of, what do you expect sort of thing. The man will never win my sympathy, and it's ok because my sympathy means nothing to him. Still, it means a lot to me. How would he feel if we suddenly started to generate the idea that since man was born to copulate with a woman, then he's also wrong, seeing he chose his chastity vow and chose to deny God's greatest gift of sex in the process? I was brought up to accept gifts politely and say thank you. This man probably wasn't. And I keep wondering what exactly broke his wrist. We'll never know.