eet the new Pope, same as the old nipple headed bastard. A man who claims to have the ear of, and to speak for, the creator of the universe and yet, so humble in his infallibility. He takes the bus, doncha know? Not anymore. It’s corporate jets, palaces and armoured ice cream trucks until he croaks or, can no longer be an enabler.
“and what other business could you be in, where your company gets caught running a child sex ring, since forever, and you still keep your customers?”