What a comparison.
On the one hand you have Donald Trump who scorns any and all who might be thought rivals and who uses all the PR and negotiating mockery and cruelty that are standard tools of business. It is all about him. Everything is about him.
On the other hand you have Francis who went to the conclave that elected him expecting to go home to Buenos Aires after the duty of voting had been performed. We should remember that he does not like Rome and would rather be somewhere else. He warned the conclave that they should carefully consider whether they wanted him. He knew that he would be a transformational figure and a pastor to every soul that he could touch. So far as I know he still refuses to live in the pontifical palace where he would be waited on hand and foot. Instead he lives in a guest house somewhere in Vatican City. The Fiat clown car that he rides around in is endearing in its sentiment and a marvelous contrast once again to The Donald's magnificence or triviality, however you wish to perceive him.
Francis is a man who says he wants to retire before he dies so that he can go out for a pizza with friends. The Donald is a native New Yorker who eats pizza with a knife and fork.
Francis accepts that he might be martyred on any of the many occasions when he gets out of the Fiat and plunges into the embrace of the crowd. He laughs and says he is ready so long as the end is not too painful.
Does The Donald think himself replaceable? pl