PopeWatch: From the Pen of Sister Calamus

Dear Diary,

Sigh.  I don’t write you as much as I should.  Too upset most of the time.  Father Supercilium told me today that since the Pope no longer is very mobile he has been tweeting up a storm.  The above is a sample and a response.  I don’t wish to be judgmental Diary, but the Holy Father on his own can’t tweet his way out of a wet paper sack.  He has no gift for writing and merely repeats what he has said so often.  I really wish that I could return to Nashville and my happy convent life.  The garden and the compost heap call to me, and if the Holy Father is going to be doing his own tweets anyway, what good am I doing?  I asked permission to leave last month and Father Supercilium said the Pope said no.  According to Father Supercilium his exact words were:  “No!  Tell that gringa sister that she will stay here since she thinks like the young morons on  Twitter and that may still be useful to me.”  The Holy Father has always been somewhat grouchy but the pain in his legs make him a Holy Terror to be around.

Of course Diary this gives me time to work on my other projects.  But that is enough about that, even to you Dearest Diary.

With Mister Musk having freed the Twitter Slaves, the Holy Father is going to encounter more push back to his Tweets.  He will not like that.  Well Dear Diary I feel better after confiding in you.  Here in Rome the only real friends I have are you, God, the Holy Mother and Mrs. Bear.