Hello Pope!

And welcome to Scotland and the rest of the United Kingdom. Of all the pointless activities in all the world you’d think telling the Pope he’s wrong must rank pretty highly. So I don’t think there’s much point in standing outside Bellahouston Park today shouting “There is no God you know” at the 70,000 Roman Catholics attending the Papal Mass. Nor do I think there’s much to be said for wasting time and energy complaining, in effect, that the Pope has the effrontery to be, well, the Pope.

But it seems that there’s no exhausting the appetite for being outraged these days. This week it’s the Pope’s visit but last week it was Tony Blair’s memoirs and next week it will be something new and boring again.

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I’m not on the Pope’s team and, for that matter, hold a scepticism about the Catholic Church (as an institution and a powerful one at that) that long pre-dates* the current Pope-bashing.