The Pope’s in Germany.

I’m watching the broadcast of the mass he’s holding, and can’t get over the fact that so many people don’t think there are better ways of spending a Sunday morning than standing in the glaring sun and watching scores of men in silly robes reciting from a book that’s lost its relevance a long time ago.

On the other hand, here I am, watching it all on TV, marvelling at the scores of men in silly robes and wondering where all the good ghostwriters in ancient Jerusalem had been hiding when they were casting for that book. So maybe it’s not that bad of a pastime after all.