There was a time when messiahs did not need a communications strategy.

Or, for that matter, a well-timed photo.

Yet here we are, with our fearless leader taking a swipe at His Holiness, Pope Leo XIV, while he leans into an overblown, elevated sense of self along with an outrageous visual aide.

Obviously, I am not a theologian, but I was under the impression that sainthood or anything in that general zip code tends to be conferred over time, as well as anointed by a knowledgeable, ethical group of peers-not uploaded between posts.

So typical. Why wait for history to weigh in when you can get ahead of it with good lighting and a large social media following.

Meanwhile, Pope Leo XIV continues doing Pope-like things with humility, compassion, tending to the spiritual while somewhere in the digital ether, the tone feels  different. Less Sermon on the Mount, more casting call for self-appointed Savior: The Limited Series.

Exaggerated, grandiose, pompous confidence rules the day as it is really not easy to place yourself in that kind of narrative without at least a passing nod from, well, anyone else.

But subtlety has never really been the point with this self-ordained saintly sociopath.

Theologically speaking, we used to wait for signs.

Now we get posts.

Suggestion…maybe let the Pope handle the Pope things.

The closest the now alleged Dr. Death can get to Popedom is golfing with taxpayer dollars in a facsimile of the Popemobile.