the point is that you never make any pope, a saint...
        you need only one, st. peter...
               making popes into saints is a bit don quixote,
windmills turning into giants!
                     what happened was really a don quixote
moment in christian history...
                  what, so he's a saint because he forgave
the turk that shot him, but he forgave him
                   while the turk was sitting in a prison cell?
why not forgive him, and send him to siberia,
  and make him succumb to the curse of cain?
                     let him wander free...
                            now that would be true forgiveness,
making him sit in a 6 by 6 by 3 cell and then talking
to him, saying: i forgive you... isn't exactly forgiveness.
how can you forigve, but at the same time use
the full extent of the law?
                                       ship him off to siberia!
let's see what freedom and forgiveness are really like
when combined.
        another thing that ****** me off...
                             apart from the above...
   so he's the saint known as:  kissing the airport tarmac
as some sort of gesture of grace... right?
    i'm going to start calling him  the tarmac-kissing "saint".
if that's the case, why shouldn't descartes be regarded
as a synonym of st. thomas... i mean: both of them
took the pillar of their belief as: belief through doubt...
but descartes ins't a saint...
           oh, couple doubt with belief, and you're almost
like a woman...
        it's the     is it?           and      isn't it?
               **** me... a bit like me,
   i drink, and build up an appetite, as if i were a pregnant woman,
c'mon: pickled chilies? processed cheese? crème fraîche?
       cherry tomatoes? bacon?
                 in a tortilla?    
why not throw a gherkin into the combo while you're at it?!
is this the first pope-saint?
                               now i'm thinking: the 16th century
jesuits would be *******... they'd revive the inquisition
if they had to.          ship the turk off to siberia,
                   and kiss the actual earth of the country
rather than stage a photo opportunity, kissing the airport tarmac;
oh wait... too late... he slobbered himself to death
    on the throne... but at least elvis died on the throne of thrones...
the ******* toilet.
                   i too would love to die... while taking a ****.