...I couldn't be Pope.
After those comments I'd have to hang up my tolerance. I'd be loud, tell the bishops to get a squad to find her and have her excommunicated before sundown. There'd be press, television spots, radio announcements, and the guarantee she'd be thrown in jail for trespassing is she so much as walked across the curb in front of a Catholic church.
That's why I couldn't be Pope. That, and I'm not Catholic.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.