Pope the Polack is talking with a distressed young priest, Father Finger.

"Oh, beloved Polack," says Father Finger, "the more I listen to the confessions of all these good Catholic Christians, the more tragedy I see. And this tragedy has even infected those of us within the church."

"Really?" says the Pope. "Like what, my son?"

"Oh, Your Holiness," cries Father Finger, "I fear that even good Christians are gamblers, drunkards, sex maniacs and homosexuals. And not only that," continues the priest, "but it is happening even within the very Church itself."

"Just rubbish," exclaims Pope the Polack, "most good Christians that I know never swear, gamble, drink or rape inside the church."...........................OSHO