The year 2020 is over. Finally. This miserable 'Year of the Rat' is grinding to a socially distanced conclusion. Year of the Rat is one of those Chinese astrological thingies. 2021 will be the Year of the Ox. Mostly irrelevant trivia and I can admit that. So as we close out this year of pandemic rage and trump bullshit, there's an article on the Google News page that Pope Frances is planning on sitting out the year end festivities at the old Vatican on account of the Pope's back is killing him. Pope Frances has a case of the lumbago, and that's what you get when you have to carry the load of the Catholic Church on your shoulders. Seems like a damn heavy load to have to carry alone. However that is the Pope's job and the work is it's own reward. That and a bad back. Bummer no doubt. Anyway, the Pope is being replaced at the year end rights by one of the Cardinals of the church and the Vatican Secretary of State will fill in for the Pope at one of the other thingies that the Pope celebrates at year's end. Pope Francis will offer prayers in the privacy of the Papal Library. I could imagine that Pope Frances will pray that he might find some relief for his aching back. Those pesky Catholics can be a busy damn bunch and the Bishop of Rome has his hands full on any regular day not counting a year end liturgical soiree. The pedophile priests must give the Pope a headache all in and by their grabby little selves. "Come here you sultry little altar boy, I've got a holy vestment I'd like you to touch..." the Rev. Evgeny O'Connor. I'd bet the Pope will offer prayers for a quiet and peaceful end. To the year of course. now for some machine art and stuff.
a sad story from the suffering muralist -
the house of perpetual graffiti -
Happy New Year everyone. Next year just might be better. Maybe... :]
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