Just recently got back from a trip to Italy. Spent most of the time in the Umbria and Tuscana regions but spent a couple of days in Roma to see the sites. The wife wanted to take in the vatican museums and I have to admit I wanted to see what I had previously only seen in Art History class lectures, so I spent about 35 Euros to get the tour. 35 Euros to those pedophile protecting sons of a bitches, c'est la vie. About half way through the combination of great art and crushing humanity I started to get a sense of deja vu. I identified it as the last time I was in Disneyland. Crushing masses, endless lines, and gift shops at every turn with the fucking pope's grill plastered on coffee mugs and buttons. I actually saw a Buddy Jesus bobble-head outside of St. peter's square. I wonder how he got away with that. Anyway, the similarities are obvious: cult following of salivating masses giving up their hard-earned money to revel in fantasy. On my few trips (always a mandatory social responsibility) to disneyland I always would do a quick calculation on the amount of people times the entrance fees plus the average amount of souvenirs. Good money if you can get it. And the pope gets it. That facility must generate tens of millions in pure profit. I'm sure he gets a cut from the vendors outside the vatican walls. I guess humanity (of which I no longer count myself as member) are hard-wired to worship. Disney, the church, celebrities, politicians; they're all worshiped for reasons I don't understand. Reason being the operative word, because I use reason therefore I don't worship. Which is the second revelation of my trip and will be edified in the next post.
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