New Book About Francis: It’s Popcorn Time!
From what you can read in the link above, it is going to have a nice mixture of what we already know (the arrogance and repression of every Catholic voice and impulse, the astonishing lack of every sense of shame and coherence), what many of us have already suspected (the habitual vulgarity and the explosions of bad temper), and what is new but not surprising (the open opposition of his Jesuit superiors and colleagues, when some of them were still Catholics, to him as a person and to him becoming a Bishop).
It is very consoling to this old heart to see that what was seen, only a couple of years ago, as the unforgiving rant of some bitter bloggers is now becoming a mainstream topic, at the point of having books exclusively centered on the peculiar traits of the Evil Clown being published in several languages.
You are welcome.
As they say in Italy, il tempo e’ galantuomo: time is a gentleman, in that it takes care that everyone is treated fairly. But it is not so, that I – and those who, like me, exposed the crass nature and innate vulgarity of this man – have particular divination instincts.
The reality was there, staring at us in the face. Every Italian mother tongue could easily recognise in the “#azzo” (this is an extremely vulgar Italian word) video the nonchalance, the naturalness of use of the man who is accustomed to pronounce such words often; like you would see in, say, a coarse daily labourer trying to engage in “clean” conversation and failing miserably as his habit has the better of him. It was also not difficult to realise that, among civilised people, refusing to show up at a concert where he was to be the main guest, the host, and the people the invitees where there to see without any warning is the obvious mark and business card of the vulgar boor.
It was all there. One only needed to be willing to see.
I have, by the way, suspected for a long time the Catholicism and general morality of Bergoglio’s parents.
It can, obviously, always be that good parents are tested with a son going totally astray notwithstanding their honest effort. But it is far more probable that negative traits so ingrained in this man (from the obviously extremely vulgar disposition to the great propensity for shameless lies: “soon, soon!”) are the product of either parental environment or careless child raising. Being Italian, I know that demographics: the lowly educated, coarse, vulgar, resentful blue or very low white collars who have been, for decades, the hunting ground of the Communist Party. I have been to school with their children, and I have observed the parents (who were, I am happy to say, so shockingly different from mine). You could easily see that those particular apples had not fallen far from their respective trees. You could also, growing up, easily notice that decent parents never had vulgar sons, only vulgar parents had. You could also see that past the age of mandatory schools (where they almost invariably failed to take advantage of the excellent education system Italy provides to everyone, irrespective of social condition; a trait vastly different from Anglo-Saxon Countries) they rapidly fell behind as those properly raised started to spend countless hours on Latin, Greek, History, Philosophy and other disciplines that, actually, teach you to think, and behave like a decent man, why the sons of the Communist-voting proletariat became exactly like their fathers and mothers, vulgarity and lack of skills included.
I wonder whether some of the coarse, vulgar, bullying, resentful school comrades on my childhood should not have entered a Jesuit seminary instead.
Who knows. In time, they could have become the Pope.