Okay. I’m officially sick and tired of all the fuss about who the next pope will be. ABC’s Diane Sawyer is in Rome, so is CBS’s Scott Pelley, and hanging around the Vatican is CNN’s Anderson Cooper. Give me a break.
A conclave of celibate old men, disproportionately Italian, disproportionately European, who espouse strange doctrines largely dreamed up during the Iron Age, will don their scarlet drapes and matching hats and eventually send us a smoke signal indicating they have secretly elected an old, probably white, guy who will climb into his bullet-proof pope-ride and tell Catholics around the world many things that they will subsequently ignore.