I am on vacation, so I am not paying huge attention to the papal visit. That's what vacation is for, right? Plus I don't believe he is the Pope. Neither do my sedevacantist friends at RETROrate. Neither do the seminarians I am turning into pre-Vatican II meaningless relics. Neither does our real Pope, anti-Pope Pius XIII, Truman Cardinal Capote.
Since my hosts and traveling companions are all living with me off the stupidly generous donations of the very stupid laypeople who read my blog and are dumb enough to think that 1) I believe in God 2) actually pray for anyone at my 15 minute daily Tridentine Requiem Masses, we're eating whatever the hell we feel like eating. Some of it dead. Some of it alive.
I miss the Surging Seminarians of Madison. And all the other delicate devotees I was able to get the dumbest laity to provide pom-pom hats and useless scruple spoons for so that they'll be as irrelevant and useless to the future of the Catholic Church as I am.
Fortunately, the places we hit here in Tokyo are staffed by people who remind me of my favorite seminarians back home.
Even the crazy ethnic chick I have militarizing my clerical shirts has a look-alike here in Tokyo!