I find myself not angry - no, anger is far too crude a companion for what I feel, but profoundly disheartened. The kind of disillusionment that settles quietly in the bones, like winter that never quite leaves. There was a time when certain things were untouchable. Sacred, even to those who did not believe. A time when reverence wasn’t negotiated, and dignity wasn’t subjected to the vulgar theater of politics. But now, now we watch, almost numbly, as the President of a nation once draped in the language of divine purpose, descends deliberately, unapologetically into the desecration of what millions hold holy. And what’s more tragic? Not the act itself. No, history is littered with powerful men behaving badly. What is truly unsettling is the applause. The defense. The eager chorus of those who should know better, twisting themselves into moral pretzels to justify what, in quieter times, would have been unthinkable. You see, when reverence dies, it doesn’t die loudly. It erodes, slowly, politely, disguised as opinion, cloaked in ideology. Until one day, you wake up and realize that even the Vicar of Christ, the spiritual shepherd to over a billion souls has become just another target in the carnival of ridicule. Our Pope @Pontifex is not equals with the President of the USA, and they will never be. “Woke,” they say. “Senseless.” “A puppet of this or that.” How pedestrian. How painfully small. Because whether you kneel in pews or scoff from a distance, there are symbols in this world that demand a certain restraint. Not out of fear, but out of an understanding that once you reduce everything to mockery, you are left with nothing worth respecting. And that, I’m afraid, is where we are. A society so desperate to win arguments that it has forgotten how to preserve sanctity. So intoxicated with noise that it no longer recognizes silence as wisdom. I would hope, perhaps foolishly, that those entrusted with spiritual authority might summon the courage to speak. Not in whispers. Not in carefully crafted evasions. But with the kind of clarity that reminds the world that some lines once crossed are not so easily redrawn. Because here’s the inconvenient truth: What you tolerate, you teach. What you excuse, you invite. And what you repeatedly mock eventually loses all meaning. And when that happens, when nothing is sacred, you don’t just lose your faith. You lose your soul. President Trump is losing the faithfuls, he is, and whether he is doing this intentionally to hurt JD Vance will be a subject for another day. He must apologize to the Pope.