The Pope Died
I don't mean to sound rude or callous, but in a way I'm glad the Pope died.
Now, it's not that I wish people dead. I'm sure he was a great guy. And no, we probably didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of issues, but of all the people in the world (and, more specifically, all the religious leaders in the world) he's one that I liked.
I'm glad he passed away because of an interview I heard last night. On Coast to Coast AM, a show that deals a lot with the strange, paranormal, etc, a priest, Father Wingate was adamant that the Pope wouldn't die. Something about the Pope having to do a few more things. And this priest was damn sure about his prophecy! Nothing was going to deter him. Even the possibility of being wrong.
And he was wrong.
And I was glad.
The reason? If he was right, and the Pope managed to survive, I would have to reevaluate everything. Imagine a wacky prophesy coming true. That, in my mind, would have been a veritable miracle. I would have to then put a lot more stock in this christianity stuff.
But as it stand, I can go about my idolatrous and hedonistic ways!