More than 4 months have passed since the death of Francis, and some still stroll as if nothing happened, emboldened, through the corridors of Rome, and carrying out special missions around the world. Some think that with the Pope dead, the problem is over. Mistake. The real drama, what allowed the cruelty of Bergoglio’s pontificate, has not gone away: the courtiers, the accomplices, the professional flatterers, remain in their positions. And too much time has already passed without any movements.
The Manufacturers of the Sham
Does anyone really believe that it was just one man responsible for this disaster? No, ladies and gentlemen. This was a system. A regime. A network of unscrupulous mediocrities, incapable of a gesture of honesty even if their lives depended on it. They invented the story, they sold the farce, they maintained the taboo. The Pope could be naked, in pajamas, or in a poncho and flip-flops: they always found a way to convince us that everything was a prophetic sign, a living catechesis, a masterpiece of creative mercy. The springtime.
Is it necessary to recall the Dantesque scene of taking the totally senile Supreme Pontiff, in pajamas and poncho, for a walk through St. Peter’s Basilica? Anyone with a minimum of decency would have died of shame. But the courtiers have no face, only a mask. They are the ones who prepared the scene and, right after, wrote the press release so that we all applauded the «spontaneous» gesture.
The Taboo of Pointing Out the Madness
And woe to anyone who dared to raise their voice. «What a horror, InfoVaticana! What an atrocity that it occurs to you to point out that it’s absurd to take the Supreme Pontiff totally out of his mind through St. Peter’s Basilica…!». Because if there was anything worse than the Pope’s arbitrariness, it was the moral violence of his cheerleaders, always ready to point out, accuse, expel from the circle anyone who strayed from the narrative. They, the guardians of the taboo, those who out of interest, fear, or pure collective cowardice, silenced all criticism and consecrated the lie.
The Cruel Regime of Those Who Remain
Today many of them are still there. Some have recycled themselves into sudden fans of unity, others still talk about the Holy Spirit as if nothing had happened. They are the same ones who remained silent in the face of abuse, justified the unjustifiable, and sold every week a new humiliation as a sign of evangelical freshness. The Pope is no longer here, but they remain: we don’t owe them one more minute of silence or respect.
The Church will survive bad pontificates. But what it can never afford again is this court of undignified flatterers, without faith and without conscience. They are the real drama, the true responsible for the great cruelty of these years.
Enough of the Sham
It wasn’t just Francis. It was the regime. It was those who made it possible, those who looked us in the eyes and asked us to applaud the lie, those who forced us to be silent, to accept the absurd as normalcy, to swallow the Pope in pajamas through the basilica and, on top of that, smile.
The great wound of these years is not only the cruelty of power, but the submission of those who sustained it. And they are still there.