May 2025
"The People's PINO"
And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. / And being with child, she cried travailing in birth, and was in pain to be delivered. (Apoc. 12:1-2)
In this month dedicated to Our Lady the above passage readily springs to mind. We rightly associate it with Our Blessed Mother. But its actual meaning is found in Luke 24: 35-48, where Our Lord preached that "The Messiah had to suffer and rise from the dead on the third day, and repentance, for the forgiveness of sins, is to be preached in his name to all the nations, beginning from Jerusalem." This, teaches St Augustine, is the Bride chosen by the divine Bridegroom: "the Church is spread all over the earth and has taken all peoples to her heart." In the Douay-Rheims, Bishop Challoner elaborates thusly:
"A woman": The Church of God. It may also, by allusion, be applied to our blessed Lady. The Church is clothed with the sun, that is, with Christ: she hath the moon, that is, the changeable things of the world, under her feet: and the twelve stars with which she is crowned, are the twelve apostles: she is in labour and pain, whilst she brings forth her children, and Christ in them, in the midst of afflictions and persecutions.
After casting "the third part of the stars of heaven...to the earth" with his tail, the woman's persecutor, "a great red dragon," stood before her; "that, when she should be delivered, he might devour her son":
And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with an iron rod: and her son was taken up to God, and to his throne. [Apoc. 12: 3-5]
The woman then "fled into the wilderness, where she had a place prepared by God," while "A great battle in heaven" ensued between Archangel Michael and the great dragon — "that old serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, who seduceth the whole world" — until the latter was cast out, and his angels with him, "unto the earth."
Before this happy expulsion, which saw the "salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the power of his Christ" ushered in (12:10), heaven rejoiced.
Not so the earth, which convulsed and moaned. For "when the dragon saw that he was cast unto the earth, he persecuted the woman, who brought forth the man child....Having great wrath, knowing that he hath but a short time" (12:12).
Indeed, for millennia he furiously hunted and harassed the woman (the Church/Our Lady, and their seed), until his persecutory pièce de résistance — the apocalyptic deceit and ambiguities of
Vatican II — was made manifest in the 266th pontiff.
Reality and hope
Whether #267 will up Satan's liberal ante sufficiently to formalise the de-facto schism personified by his predecessor — who reportedly aspired to "split the Church" and certainly left her teetering on the precipice — is the pressing question. We will know the definitive answer soon enough, possibly before this edition lands, although the latest stats provide a terrifying clue. They reveal that about three-quarters of the current crop of cardinals have been created by Francis! Do the math.
An enclave within the conclave, this subversive bloc seems destined to entrench the earthly peace that the late pope preferred over the peace of Christ, as Argentine Archbishop Aguer lamented shortly before his compatriot's death. If not through a Francis clone formed in his precise image and likeness, at least via a fellow-travelling prelate equally partial to Jorge Bergoglio's belief system: namely, Modernism; the synthesis of all heresies and secularising force par excellence, condemned in Pascendi by the Pope whom Francis claimed, with trademark perversity, to revere.
The good news is that this likely scenario is far from certain. Jorge's complacent crew rule the roost but his "God of surprises" may shock us all. The astonishing conclave that threw up Saint Pius X when the papal tiara was all but set upon Cardinal Rampolla's allegedly masonic head, is proof of that miraculous possibility — for which we ever hope and pray through the agency of St Joseph, Protector of Holy Church, and Our Lady, its Mother.
Nonetheless, as things stand and humanly speaking, the persecution of the "woman" and her (uncompromising) children looks set to ramp up as the rock of Peter, captured and weaponised, sinks further into the fetid synodal sludge that so invigorated Francis; a syncretic swamp tailored for the One-Worldism he championed for his handlers.
Requiescat in pace
Whatever happens, with death having finally thrown down the Dictator Pope we at least have some weeks of relative peace to savour; a brief but blessed respite from our living purgatory. Marked by horrific scandals and rank betrayals without end, his Reign of Terror spanned a dozen years. It felt like
a hundred. Especially for those recording it all, like CO.
Nonetheless, we naturally and earnestly pray for the soul of Jorge Bergoglio, hoping that he repented before his last breath and/or 'took the Fifth,' as it were, and got away with it. After all, at that dread moment every soul is exposed by the Just Judge; each one wholly reliant on the flow of grace from His Sacred Heart.
The posthumous case for Jorge was once well stated by his fierce critic Ann Barnhardt, a well known blogger who considers him to have been an Anti-Pope. Although unsparing in her condemnation of a man she viewed as "one of the most evil men in the history of the Church," during his lifetime she constantly rebuked those who considered him a lost cause and irredeemable, urging them "to consider Jorge Mario Bergoglio himself as a human being" and not to adopt a 'wait until he dies' approach; an attitude she rightly lambasted as totally at odds with the Catholic duty to pray for his conversion.
"We love our neighbour for the love of God," she reminded them. "God made Bergoglio, God incarnated for Bergoglio, God suffered and died for Bergoglio, God rose from the dead so that Bergoglio might be saved. Deny this true base premise, and it’s a short logical jump to wondering if YOU, ME or ANY OF US MIGHT BE SAVED."
Indeed. So may God reward Francis for whatever good he might have done (to include his urgent call for an Israeli ceasefire to "aid a starving [Gazan] people that aspires to a future of peace"), and judge him mercifully for what he did (to harm the Faith and souls), and what he failed to do (by way of not upholding and passing on that which he was obliged to uphold and pass on).
Devilish symmetry
Clearly, like those who disowned him during his life, the sincere hope that he might now rest in peace despite having disturbed everyone else's for so long, is not shared by many of those struggling to cope amid the papal ruins he piled up. For these, the end could not come soon enough.
The last Final Straw Moment (of which too many to count) did nothing to kindle their mercy.
Stripped of papal dress and dignity he was wheeled into St Peter's shortly before his death sporting a poncho draped over black trousers: a farewell look-at-my-humbleness photo-opportunity that flashed images of a dishevelled grandad around the world.
Just as arriving in a Fiat Punto and departing in a poncho lent a certain devilish symmetry to his devilish reign, so too this departing degradation neatly bookended the contempt for the papacy that kick-started the Terror: papal titles and traditions being oh-so-humbly shredded from the off.
Pope or PINO?
How starkly his unkempt Basilica visit contrasted with the comportment and dignity maintained by John Paul II throughout his last years of intense suffering. Among much else, the devout and dutiful difference between #264 and #266 spoke to Jorge's devastating impact on Catholic morale. His attention-grabbing stunts dragged the papacy down, deflating the faithful even as they inflated the terrible irony dripping from the title of his autobiography: "Hope." In fact, the impious Liberalism he falsely peddled as "hope" drove his pious Catholic flock to despair, not least because it was tailored for his fellow partisans of error within and without the Church.
Within, it buoyed prelates, priests and people of every egalitarian, utopian, secularising Modernist stripe; who revel not in raising but razing the Faith, with a laser focus on Catholic liturgy, tradition, and beauty.
Without, it was the sort of fraudulent "hope" that appealed to obstinate, unrepentant sinners; not just to the sexually immoral and sexually deviant criminals, but to political grifters and other white-collar crooks who piggy-backed Jorge's promotion of environmental, migratory and other trillion dollar-globalist scams. Thus, neo-Marxist millionaire Barack Obama and crime family boss Joe Biden led the way in canonising Francis.
Renowned for his plagiarism, Apostate Joe duly ransacked the official bag of tribute-phrases and pulled out "The People's"-prefix. Though hackneyed and cringeworthy, for the first time in his entire life he got it right. For Jorge was indeed, as he proclaimed, "The People's Pope": viz., not God's.
Just as Joe himself was a PINO (President in Name Only), so too Jorge was a Pope In Name Only pontiff: "The People's PINO." And precisely so because his flexible pseudo-Catholicism stretched to meet the perverse needs of "The People"; descendants of the golden calf-idolaters forever seeking an elastic faith to accommodate their sinful addictions.
To that end, Francis assumed the mantle of an anti-Moses; neutering the Ten Commandments as he played to the pagan crowd. So urgent was his craving for their acceptance and admiration that he happily rationalised their sins, and let them die in them (Jn 8:24).
Quid pro quo
The pagans returned the favour by puffing him up: stroking his ego; stoking his narcissism. Fortune magazine ranked Francis as number one in their list of 50 greatest leaders. "Pope Francis, everyman pontiff," cheered Al Jazeera. Thrown a 'get out of hell free' card — the false hope of sodomising themselves to an early grave without eternal consequences — the pink press idolised him.
Above all, as we often recorded, the Masons embraced Jorge as one of their own, smug in the knowledge that he had long accepted honorary membership of the Buenos Aires Lodge. And so they acclaimed him from first to last, concluding with a final gush from the Italian Lodge.
The following snippets strip away the Catholic fig leaf with which Francis sought to cover his masonic 'vision' for mankind: trumpeting "diversity," "equality" and "inclusion" but seeking, in fact, to demonise, relativise and exclude Absolute Catholic Truths anathema to Freemasonry; which the Old Mass he despised both shielded and radiated:
"[Francis] was a pastor who, with his teaching and his life, embodied the values of brotherhood, humility and the search for planetary humanism."
"The vision of Pope Francis... is characterised by a profound resonance with the principles of Freemasonry, the centrality of the person, respect for the dignity of each individual,..."
"His encyclical Fratelli tutti represents a manifesto. Freedom, Equality and Brotherhood is the triple value asset of Freemasory. Overcoming divisions, ideologies, [and] single thought to recognise the richness of differences and build a humanity united in diversity, this is what Francis ardently wanted, the same plan pursued by the Grand Lodge of Italy."
This appeasement-adulation quid pro quo began at the beginning and barely paused even on those rare occasions when Francis went off globalist message on topics like the Russia-Ukraine war and Israel's Gazan genocide. They also tolerated his strong anti-abortion outbursts, safe in the knowledge that in between times he muddied the waters by lauding to the skies notorious baby-killers.
These periodic globalist blips notwithstanding, the PopeINO constantly handed sinners stones instead of bread: preaching the false hope of the subjective social gospel instead of the true joy of the objective (dogmatic) Gospel of Life. He thereby swapped his fidelity to the one true Catholic God — the Prince of Peace; Whom, he insisted, "is not Catholic" — for the false peace of the false god of the pagans — the prince of this world.
Beseech the "woman"!
For the rest of us, in the world but not of the world, the only hopes we ever held were for: 1. his Pauline conversion; or, 2. failing that, God gifting him a very early reward.
The latter was always more likely than the former, but it did not come to pass. In the end we had to guts it out for 12 years, awaiting the hopeful opportunity that now presents itself: the election of an authentic, authoritative Catholic Pope. And, preferably, a Pope Saint; a St. Pius X figure to clean up the almighty "mess" Jorge gleefully touted at the outset of his reign, and went on to make his raison d'être. From melting down the power of the papal keys with his "Who am I too judge?" blow torch, to his truly demonic attempt to snuff out the sacrosanct Mass of Ages, he left wreckage wherever he went like a signature calling card, to the delight and applause of the enemies of Christ and His Bride the Church: the "woman" of the Apocalypse hunted by their Luciferian master.
Since Our Blessed Mother too is signified by the "woman clothed with the sun," and May being a timely Marian month for a conclave, let us entreat her to crush the old serpent's head beneath her heel; bringing to naught all attempts by his seed to contrive another PINO (Francis 2.0), so that we, her seed, will prosper under a resolute Pope worthy of the name, and the office.