My dad has taken to calling the new pope Adolf. "The man just looks evil," he insists emphatically. "Evil!"
I don't know whether he's trying to drive the point home or if it's the low-grade Alzheimer's speaking, but his love of dissecting the allegedly demonic appearance of Pope Benedict is seemingly limitless. His keen interest in the Holy See puzzles me for a few reasons. First, we're not Catholic. Secondly, although the family never uses the word, my dad's an agnostic. Because my father watches a hefty share of television, I suspect that his popemania parallels that of mass media. When the television cameras move to the next story, so shall his interest. Still, sometimes I wonder if I'm going to pick up the phone one day to hear my father ranting about the cut of the pope's robe. "It's all wrong for his figure," he'll say. "Doesn't he know that you've got to keep ankles like that covered up?"
I don't know whether he's trying to drive the point home or if it's the low-grade Alzheimer's speaking, but his love of dissecting the allegedly demonic appearance of Pope Benedict is seemingly limitless. His keen interest in the Holy See puzzles me for a few reasons. First, we're not Catholic. Secondly, although the family never uses the word, my dad's an agnostic. Because my father watches a hefty share of television, I suspect that his popemania parallels that of mass media. When the television cameras move to the next story, so shall his interest. Still, sometimes I wonder if I'm going to pick up the phone one day to hear my father ranting about the cut of the pope's robe. "It's all wrong for his figure," he'll say. "Doesn't he know that you've got to keep ankles like that covered up?"
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