Me too. I can’t imagine anyone on the face of the planet who lives in more opulence than the Pope. Oh, the defenders will screech that it doesn’t belong to him personally, but please. It may be the biggest palace in the world. He dresses in gold-encrusted garments, headpieces and robes, and he wears designer Italian shoes. Imagine the staff of servants and security.
People have to bow to him, call him fancy titles, and kiss his ring, or is it his foot.
Just like Jesus, I always say.