This morning my wife, who was raised Catholic, declared that the Pope is here - pointing to the tv that had a live feed of the Pope standing next to Obama in the rose garden. They stood, listening to different songs. The President stood with his chin held high while the Pope looked like his bowels had stopped working. I got an idea and declared to my wife that I, too, was going to start dressing in a big costume. And, I'd get a big gun, and lots of people with guns. And, I'd march around and demand respect and that everybody do what I ask. The costume, you know, is the key component. I do wear a costume now sometimes - a nice suit and tie. I look kind of like Ben Bernanke...only blond...and with hair. But, the reaction is the same. People want to serve me and do what I ask. Time for me to step it up a notch, though. Oh...and, send me your children.

(HEAVY sarcasm)