The pope, that eternal defender of every moral known to man (women, too!) is outraged — no, OUTRAGED about the abuse of small boys left in his ministry’s care. Outraged, I tell you! Outraged that every one of them did not personally pay a visit to His Eminence’s skirts.
Ya gotta love popes. Is there possibly a target of affection more enduring than a pope? Well? Is there?