This story is really fun to read out loud. It’s about a man, his squirrel and the government that would try to separate them. Don’t worry: the good guys win.
In the Vancouver Sun today, one cover story started, “If Pope John Paul II dies, who will take over his duties?”
Wow! Is there a chance he might survive the septic shock, kidney and heart failure, Parkinson’s disease and old age he has been struggling with? Neato! Here I thought it was a done deal – you live, you get really really sick, you die, but apparently not.
I would like to suggest a reality show contest to choose the next pope. If there is any place in this world for outrageous tests of courage, intelligence and the ability to live a life of calm and peace while under constant public scrutiny, I think that place is in the Vatican to choose the next leader of the Catholic Church. Who cares if some random hottie can eat a doughnut full of rotten meat? I want to know what the potential pope would do when faced with such a dilemna. So a bunch of university-addled, publicity-hounding twits can create a meatball pizza and sell it in New York for money. Can the pope?
That said, I do hope Pope John Paul II’s body is released from its terrible endurance test and soon.