Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori.
No more than a couple of weeks ago, Francis had told us that war can be legitimate when resisting unjust aggression. He was wrong, of course – war can be perfectly legitimate exactly in case of aggression: the Crusades come to mind – but hey, even with his tunnel vision at least he could see a part of the truth.
All is forgotten now.
War is “madness”, he said visiting the Redipuglia memorial: a wonderful, monumental work built by Fascism to honour those who died in WWI. War is born of greed. War is irrational. War is the fruit of (how can you be wrong on this?) “intolerance”, and “lust for power”.
Screw you, you who died to the hundreds of thousands to defend and honour your Fatherland. Screw you, you who thought a life laid to the feet of the Fatherland is a life well spent. Screw you, you widows and orphans of fallen soldiers: you have been duped and betrayed by your own husbands, by your very fathers!
Screw you, you brave soldiers. Francis truly doesn't care a straw for your sacrifice. And he tells you so in the very monumental structure built to honour you, and to remember your sacrifice!
You can't be heroes, because in Francis' world a war can never produce a hero. You are either hapless victims, or violent bastards. He will accommodate you by the half-idiots without any problem, though. He is so merciful, you know.
Let me stop here, because my blood pressure is now beyond blogging level.
May God remember the sacrifice of those who gave their life for the Fatherland. It is sweet and honourable to die for the Fatherland. Those who do deserve to be cherished in the memory of their own people; their sacrifice honoured, and taken as example.
Dulce et decorum est pro Patria mori.
I have more than the impression than to die a Pope Francis will be extremely bitter, and utterly indecorous.