Hitler, My Foot
And in the end, he did it.
Francis broke the last taboo of political discourse and called his Catholic enemies friends or enablers of Hitler.
I thought calling “walls” un-Christian was the bottom, but the man somehow manages to find a new low every couple of weeks.
For the record, populism in various guises gave us Andrew Jackson, Theodore Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan. It also gave us, in a way, Joan of Arc. But in the end, it is not about labels.
The populist movement we are witnessing now is the result of artificial, bonkers policies which a limited cabal of elected politicians is trying to impose on their voters. These policies are so out of touch with common sense, so imbued of a mixture of kindergarden do-goodism and surrender (for a price) to globalist enterprises that it is no surprise at all that, at some point, the voters start to wake up and react to the madness.
They also see very clearly where the interest of their alleged “betters” lie. In Germany, former Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder accepts an extremely well paid job for a company controlled by Gazprom. In the UK, failed wannabe fag Nick Clegg cashes in his check with Big Globalist Brother and takes a job as PR Honcho at Facebook. The elected politicians will ruthlessly lick the boots of big corporations, preparing a golden retirement for themselves whilst they ruin our Countries and threaten our Christian Civilisation. Merkel, always the hypocrite, says when she retires she wants to open a restaurant. We shall see.
Francis does not get this, because he is dumb. He has strained all his scarce neurons in his youth learning a destructive ideology and is now unable to see past it, not even after decades of failure. And he hates you, he hates you as a Catholic with a hatred I bet not even five and a half years of insults can convey.
You are the Hitler, Frankie dear. You, not we, are the menace to Christian civilisation. Leave Trump, Salvini and Orban alone, do us a favour and retire back to Argentina, where you will be able to play armchair revolutionary all you want until Satan comes by to collect you.
Hitler, my foot.