The Pope is 82 years old. Funny thing about octogenarians. They get pretty set in their ways. The ones who were always gracious and loving and wise and magnanimous reap what they have sown in the care they receive from friends and family. The ones who have been heartless and judgmental and careless with those entrusted to them still receive the maintenance and respect that good people always extend to anyone who is elderly, but a persistently hateful elder doesn't get the luxury of a pass in matters of sin, crime, justice and reparation.
The disgruntled German Shepherd doesn't care for what is being said about him, and he used his Palm Sunday sermon to say that faith in God helps lead one “towards the courage of not allowing oneself to be intimidated by the petty gossip of dominant opinion.”
Oh, Mary, how the congealed liebfraumilch of human kindness doth stagnate in your icy Bavarian veins!