A red phone in the Oval Office rings. President Kennedy takes the call.
“Hey, Jack, do
you think you could do me a few favors?” “Sure, Your Holiness. Name them.”
“For starters, how about a law requiring every American eat fish on
Friday?”
“Done. What else?”
“Maybe go to Confession more
often? And lay off the blonde.
You know, your birthday
songbird?
“Hmm, that’s a tough one. Got anything less
complicated on your mind?”
“How about dropping one of those fancy-schmancy
A-bombs on Russia? This Communism stuff is getting out of hand.”
“Now you’re talking. Let me take care of some
commotion down in Cuba first, but then I’ll get right on it.”
Of course, if a pope had this kind of pull, Al Smith
would have been elected in a landslide back in 1928. Everyone would have known
that within moments of Smith placing his hand on the Bible—the Catholic
version—Pope Pius XI would’ve been in his ear, ordering him to quash prohibition.
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