Fock the Pope

So the pope's died. It happens, you know? Born, take oath, make anti-woman statements, die, get big funeral, replaced with exactly similar old bloke. What's sad is that Andrea Dworkin's died. Now she was one of a kind. She's become a byword for all kinds of bollock-removing feminist excess, but I'll bet none of the people who write this shit have read her actual books, which are occasionally a tad OTT but essentially very sensible. Ave atque vale, pal. They don't make them like her any more.