The Papal Flop
How the clowns have fallen! The Mass in Philadelphia might have “attracted” (read: not repulsed) less than 80,000.
The mind boggles. A Pope visits, and a well-attended football match will attract more people. The Mayor, very appropriately called Nutter, says it's not about the numbers. He would have been happy with a half dozen in his living room, I suppose, but I am sorry to say the excuse does not work.
Let us call this with his name, shall we? This was a big flop.
Francis made everything he could to please the godless – that's what he does all the time, any way -, but being the Pope he had to say, in a way, and en passant, a thing or two that sounded vaguely Catholic. This is enough to deprive him of the status of Most Favourite Idiot by the liberals, whilst the despise and horror of the Catholics continues unabated.
Too weak for the wrong crowd. Utterly heretical for the right one. Already boring for all the others.
That's it. That was it for Frankie The Clown. He is now just another “has been”, ready to be thrown in the rubbish bin of former reality show starlets.
This is what happens to you if you make yourself the whore of popularity. He had to know he had it coming.
Unless he dies or resigns (let me be clear on this: both extremely desirable outcomes) he will live to see his ignominious descent into churchofengland (one word) nothingness, as the serious Catholics refuse to go to hell with him and the others just refuse to have anything to do with him.
What a sad clown this evil clown is.