Black Vatican #6

Artist's Comments:
I made today's strip extra large. Perhaps even Biggie Sized...

It's my little way of saying "Thanks for not kicking me" for last week's absence of art. For anyone wondering, I did put the time to good use; I turned in my 73-f*@#ing-page research paper on Thursday. I think it will do well. And my test on Tuesday went... "well"... I didn't key my professors car, anyway.

As for the comic:

While all of our comics are accounts of actual Vatican affairs, some have been slightly embellished for your reading pleasure. Today's strip, however, is a verbatim account of a conversation between the Pontifex Niger and me. We didn't even change the names... let's face it, no one here is innocent.

I do feel the need to clarify:
I don't actually support beating animals - I mean children. Damnit...

Anyone who knows me has heard, at least once, a truly morally devoid comment pertaining to something some parent forgot to leash, or muzzle, or both. Probably at a restaurant or other public gathering place where the child's disruptive potential is at it's peek, ready to rain terror down on all those within the range of it's voice and smell, like some form of long-banned psychological warfare.

Let it be known I don't actually hate children.
I just don't like them.
Or want them around me.
Or want to think about them... ever.

But, being raised by an Elementary Special Education teacher with the patience of a saint - despite my best efforts - I am actually rather good at working with them. And in a pinch I have been known to take care of the little urchins for extended periods of time. Though I loathe every second of it.

Reverend's Comments:
As you can see, Flynn is trying some new things with the comic. Thus far I like the new look, but we both eagerly await parishioner's comments. Since it is, after all, your loyalty that make the Ministry the mighty stegosaurus of heathen smiting that it is today - we value your opinion. Feel free to tell us how you feel about it. In particular, I draw your attention to the art in my office...

You'll be happy to know that I did acquire a new phone yesterday. After several months of lackluster service, the papal Razr V3 was in need of euthanasia. While I did enjoy the vocabulary challenge of trying to send text messages without the letters W, X, Y, and Z, I was getting pretty pissed about not being able to dial any number with a 9 in it.

I now have a shiny new bluetooth phone, and I was able to purchase it for a reasonable price without extending my contract for another 2 years. The excommunication of Motorola may be downgraded to a simple censure if this phone performs well...