ON POPE TO CROAK
(And here’s where all the lapsed Catholics take guilty offence.)
The death of the Pope is going to be yet another massive media mortality binge, moving at the speed of the 16th century, and will have us screaming before the smoke comes out of the chimney from the College of Cardinals. Like the death of Ronald Reagan writ even larger. We haven’t had a pope death in quite a while, and the last one, poor old John Paul I, left us with a big fat conspiracy theory and Godfather III. The jokes and rumors will abound soon enough – as in the tale that there’s not only a Papal Dead Pool inside the Vatican in which participants can bet on the exact hour of the pontiff’s death, but also that Opus Dei already has it fixed.

GOOD NEWS FOR PERVERTS...
From no less than Pravda online...
http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/360/15176_whipping.html

AND THIS IS JUST PLAIN FASCINATING (I could watch it for hours)
http://www.lares.dti.ne.jp/~yugo/storage/monocrafts_ver3/03/index.html

The secret word is Infallible

Frank Perdue, the chicken king, is dead. He didn’t like unions and killed a fuck of a lot of chickens. Did his own commercials, too. Looked just like Ed Koch.