Dear Francis, please don’t make American Catholics choose between the pope and the Cheeto because you can bet they’ll all be eating orange communion wafers next Sunday
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Yeah, my mom loved the church in a way that I think transcended a the actual hierarchy of it. I think she saw the church as something that had been corrupted by its leaders, but that at its core, was some sort of pure form of love. She had that old school religion.
Oh she’d outright defy the Pope if she thought he was in disagreement with how Jesus would have preached. I remember her driving me to the comic shop and going off on how the ban on gay marriage was just wrong. Like in this “I feel pity for the Pope for believing this, but he’ll come around…”
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Like “I was here first, mofos.”