The Pope and the Dope

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Michael Jochum
is in Arvada, CO.

The Pope and the Dope

When a man like Donald Trump starts taking swings at the Pope, it’s not politics, it’s pathology. It’s the sound of a hollow ego rattling around inside a gold-plated echo chamber, desperate for applause it can no longer command, so it settles for outrage instead. Because outrage, for Trump, is currency. It’s oxygen. It’s the only thing keeping the bloated carcass of his relevance upright.
This is what it’s come to. Not policy. Not leadership. Not even the cheap theater he usually peddles. Now it’s spiritual drive-by shootings, lashing out at a man of faith because he dares to represent something Trump has never understood and never will: humility, compassion, and a moral center that isn’t for sale to the highest bidder.

Trump doesn’t attack strength. He attacks decency. Always has. Because decency exposes him. It stands there, quiet and unshaken, and by its mere existence reveals him for what he is: a petulant, grievance-soaked narcissist who confuses cruelty with power and noise with authority.

Pope Leo, whether you’re Catholic or not, isn’t playing that game. He doesn’t need to. Men like him navigate storms with steadiness, not tantrums. With conviction, not cheap insults. He doesn’t have to scream to be heard, and that alone is something Trump cannot comprehend.

I’m not Catholic either. But I recognize courage when I see it. I recognize sincerity. And right now, in a world being dragged through the mud by ego and ignorance, the presence of someone grounded in truth and moral clarity isn’t just refreshing, it’s necessary.

Trump can keep barking at the heavens all he wants. It won’t make him taller. It won’t make him wiser. And it sure as hell won’t make him relevant in any way that history will remember kindly.

—Michael Jochum
Not Just a Drummer: Reflections on Art, Politics, Dogs, and the Human Condition