This Pope is a Dope

I knew Pope Francis would be a poverty buff and a phony bologna misguided, false helper-of-the-poor, pat-yourself-on-the-back simpleton. The other day, surrounded by the luxury and treasures of the Vatican, he attacked capitalism as “a new tyranny, urging global leaders to fight poverty and growing inequality….”

That’s the same type of socialistic tripe we hear from Obama who also lives like a King in the White House. The Kings occasionally come down from their palaces to wash our feet.  I’d rather kick them.

These pontiffs live in Vatican City or Washington DC, but they actually live in Oz. They are the most spoiled individuals in the world, yet they try to pretend that they are part of the huddled masses. Thus they want to live like they are rich but enjoy the spiritual superiority of associating themselves with the poor.

What does the Pope, economic dolt, have to offer in place of capitalism? Communism. A form of bureaucratic government that never worked and left hundreds of millions dead in its wake. And his political equal, Obama, wants us to get a fair share while he gobbles down millions leading a jet set life style.

The Pope goes on to attack “the global economic system” and the “idolatry of money.” Since when is economics spoken of in idolatrous terms?

The Pope speaks out against “an economy of exclusion and inequality.  Such an economy kills.”  Nonsense.  Our economy is the freest in the world and gives everyone an opportunity for equality.

pope2And as for the Pope’s statement that our economy kills. Has he ever looked over his left shoulder to Chairman Mau and Stalin? It’s embarrassing that a man in such a high position could be so simplistic. I hate to say it, but this Pope is a dope.

I am sick of do-gooders telling people they should be ashamed of having money.  Money breeds money.  And the more money the rich have, the more it filters down to the poor. This is done by productivity — not theft.

The pope is a cliché of fake poverty. And yet he lives in an insulated, rich city, the Vatican, and has the power of a king. Give me his job. I’d be happy to walk around in robes and eat cheap dinners. I’d be happy to pretend I was one of the disadvantaged I represented.

Make me a pope. Let me enjoy the fringes. I won’t complain about an economy where I live like a prince.

If the Pope knows so much about the homeless, why doesn’t he live on the streets with them? Why doesn’t he give up all the pomp and circumstance of his position? Why does he coddle the poor and then leave them to return to the Emerald City of Oz?

Give me a real Pope. One who is not ashamed of pomp and circumstance. One who does not hide behind the egregious pride of fake humility.


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David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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