Salvador Allende And Jorge Bergoglio: A Comparison.
What is happening in the Vatican reminds one, in a way, of the events in Chile leading to the 1973 Pinochet coup.
A goddamn populist went to power on a socialist agenda and, among the (initial) cheers of the people, began remaking the world – or, at least, Chile – new.
It went well for a short while. Then, the problems began to emerge. The savage spending let the inflation skyrocket, the inflation let the real GDP contract sharply, the usual stupid socialist house of card tumbled down in less than two years. And when the economy began to fold, the malcontent started to rise. One of the main tragedies of the proto-commie is that he can’t count.
When the end came, the once oh so beloved Allende was, very probably, the most hated figure in the country. Time to restore sanity, then.
In that case, Augusto Pinochet took charge of the task; making himself culpable of many unnecessary, very dirty things, but certainly cleaning the Country of the Communist bubo that had plagued it in its last, terrible years. Fifteen years of financial stability and economic growth followed. Ah, the privilege of a functioning brain…
Francis is – perhaps, and if we don’t look too deep – not as bad as Allende. Still, one can’t but see some parallels: arrogant, dictatorial, obsessed with Socialism, and enemy of Christ, TMAHICH does remind one of your South-American revolutionary nutcase after he comes to power; though it must be said that our antidote to him – our Pinochet, so to speak; and possibly a less violent one – still has to appear on the horizon.
Francis started his Pontificate as the best thing since Jesus Christ. He left no doubt he thought so himself. For a while, it seemed that no liturgical abuse, no amount of theological rubbish and no beach ball on the altar could scratch his immaculate reputation. He was JFK and Martin Luther King in one. Gandhi-cum-Dalai Lama. He could have his cake and eat it.
It went well for a while. It went, actually, very well for as long as Francis limited himself to persecute the odd Catholic order, embrace wheelchairs and say stupid things to the people. It went well, so to speak, for as long as inflation did not pick up, and the medium term effects of savage spending and wild nationalisations were not felt.
But then he started to play to his friends, and make for himself a place in history. His obvious sponsors, the Homomafia, were demanding that he pays the entry ticket; and the Germans, who pay the most in the Vatican coffers, were starting to demand that their paying clients be satisfied. These were, so to speak, Francis’ Trade Unions and Party, and he had to satisfy them. Francis gave them a synod. One year to prepare the ground, another year to persuade the weak. He would take care that they, the Germans and their clients as well as the homos, are satisfied.
Enter the “profound and serene theologian”, Walter Kasper.
Task: preparing the ground.
Kasper starts a crusade – a long-cherished dream of his – about doing the contrary of what the Church says under the pretense of pastoral work. Here the problems start; or, if you wish, Francis’ “Wheelchairnomics” begins to contract. Several Bishops and Cardinals get very angry from the start. Kasper is rebuked, but not silenced. Five of the Cardinals start writing a book, and sending the signal this is not going to be a walk in the park. Most bishops stay silent. Kasper thinks he will eat them for Fruehstueck.
He gives interviews left and right (more left). The majority is with him, he says. The Pope is with him. He has discussed everything with Francis. Francis does not distance himself from his statements. The message is clear: I support the glorious Marxist revolution, the nationalisations and the collectivisation. I support everything. Those Cardinals who have written the book are, says Kasper, attacking the Pope. Counterrevolutionaries. Stalinism is ripe.
A Synod is prepared compared to which a Congress of the Chinese Communist Party is a masterwork of openness and transparency. It is immediately decided that reality shall not transpire outside. Reality will, then, have to be what the puppetmasters tell you. This sound very much like Commie Economics.
Congress Synod, initially it all works well. There is a lot of fully irrelevant talking as the bishops go through the motions of saying things in which the Pope is not in the least interested. After the first week, the pre-confectioned Glorious Bomb Of The Proletariat is detonated. There must be two or three people on this planet who think Francis did not OK the document, but they are probably in some asylum. The blast is there. It is Monday, the 13th of October 2014. Perhaps, it shall one day be said, this was the day Francis nationalised all the big copper mines, and angered too many of the wrong crowd.
It is now clear all over the planet that this little, arrogant, proto-commie Apprentice Sorcerer has, like Allende, gone too far. The mood is well described by a clearly well-informed source at the usual Rorate Caeli:
I have spoken to a huge number of prelates in the past few days, many of them Synod Fathers. They are all furious and indignant with Francis. A president of a Conference of Bishops of a large African country even called him to my face “an agent of disruption.” The right word to describe the general atmosphere reigning in the Curia and the Synod, after 18 months of a government imposed by fear and persecution, is one I’ve heard several times in the past week: “esasperazione” (“exasperation”). The experiences of the past century show that a government of fear and manipulation cannot subsist for long without rebellion, and that was what erupted on Thursday. It was as if a pressure cooker exploded at the end of an 18-month-long simmering.
Yep. This is Allende all over again.
Allende rapidly went toward his end when his own parliament declared the “constitutional breakdown”. The Pope cannot be ousted so easily, nor is there any Pinochet with an army in his pocket ready to intervene.
But the synod’s Fathers have clearly given a vote of no-confidence on the way this synod was run; and if they resist the counteroffensive of the Marxist troops, they will most certainly, with the help of the Heavenly Army, prevail.
There is no way a Pope can shove novelty down the throat of Catholicism is there is widespread resistance – and it does not have to be majority resistance – from Cardinals and Bishops. Let even a handful or two of Cardinals deny him obedience in doctrinal matters, and his papacy will be doomed.
A Pope needs to be respected, admired, universally seen as The Boss. There is no way he can get massive flak from orthodox catholics and save face for long, and the recent events have showed us that press spin and PR antics can only do so much.
A half dozen orthodox, and prestigious Cardinals can seriously wound this papacy. A dozen will destroy it altogether. Not in his official role, of course; but in the way he can operate and shape the Church, and in the way he is perceived by the entire planet.
A Pope called a heretic from his own Cardinals – people of recognised orthodoxy, not leftist lunatics – is the lamest lame duck that can be imagined. His wheelchairs embraces will be bitter. His cardinals considered not legitimately appointed. His encyclicals ignored and condemned. His homilies mocked. His death will be a liberation for everyone, possibly even for him. He will, very probably, rather resign and go back to the slums, saving that bit of credibility left, than run for the title of Most Shameful Pope Ever.
For this Pope, his boundless vanity and the way he is perceived from the world are absolutely the be-all-and-end-all. It is his Achilles’ heel. Strike him there, and you will wound him mortally.