White Horse, Paris, and Death Worship

Well, guys, we made it to another Saturday. It was quite a week wasn’t it? Another really great speech from the President, which led to the greatest display of cognitive dissonance in history – thinking at one and the same time that our withdrawal from the Paris Accord will be the end of the world, and at the very same time thinking that it doesn’t really matter, since it wasn’t binding. Well, it always matters what the United States signs off on, and there is still a bunch of us that insist the United States of America is a sovereign country and will so remain. Seem like Donald Trump agrees with us.

Then there was the abortive Kathy Griffin publicity stunt, that backfired so badly that Chelsea Clinton and Keith Olberman both objected to her leftist stunt, well she screwed up. In truth, I feel a bit sorry for her, I can remember when she was mildly amusing (so mildly that I can’t remember what TV show she was on). She’s a D-list comedienne because she used to be rather cute, and with F-level talent. Well, few have underestimated the level of American entertainment.

But she’s unimportant, worshipping death has never been an American pastime. We tend to focus on the future, intensely, and find ways to go there, life is our thing. I can also remember a saying that I heard from a US Marine

It’s God’s job to judge the terrorists…

It’s our mission to arrange the meeting!

That works pretty well for me, for a whole lot of the nonsense we are dealing with now.


In other news, whoever these death worshippers of Anti-fa or whatever group of losers are, they have apparently run out of Confederates in Texas, or something. They’ve decided that a statue of Sam Houston, the first President of Texas must go.

Well, good luck with that, Texans, even more than most Americans are rather proud of their heritage, as they should be, and have a reputation of reacting rather strongly to people messing with it. Been that way since Col. Travis drew that line in the sand with his saber, I doubt it’s changed.

GK Chesterton wrote in Orthodoxy, in 1908 that

“Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about.”

He’s right of course, and the foundation of that is that all we have, we have built on the shoulders of our forebearers. He also wrote

” The theory of a complete change of standards in human history does not merely deprive us of the pleasure of honouring our fathers; it deprives us even of the more modern and aristocratic pleasure of despising them.”

 

But we go on. Trusting God and in ourselves as God gives it to us to see us. Not Gott mit uns, but We are on the Lord’s side -we hope. And if you can’t see the difference, you need some education.

When things are dark, or streaky, like now, a couple of verses of Chesterton’s Ballad of the White Horse, introduced to me by my dearest friend run through my mind. I love the whole poem, but it is much too long to post here. They are these.

I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher

The lines are repeated in a different context toward the end as Alfred gathers the Saxons for what will prove the last and successful battle

“And this is the word of Mary,
The word of the world’s desire
`No more of comfort shall ye get,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.’ 

Now it proves the flint against which the iron of resolve is sharpened, and the Saxons rally and they win, even though all had seemed lost.

Let’s finish with a couple of verses that reminds us of the outcome.

And this was the might of Alfred,
At the ending of the way;
That of such smiters, wise or wild,
He was least distant from the child,
Piling the stones all day.

Alfred has faith and he had patience, and he had resilience; he lacked the capacity to despair. In short, he possessed all the Christian virtues. He listened to Our Lady and he understood her advice, and so, at the height of the battle:

The King looked up, and what he saw
Was a great light like death,
For Our Lady stood on the standards rent,
As lonely and as innocent
As when between white walls she went
And the lilies of Nazareth.

 

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2 Responses to White Horse, Paris, and Death Worship

  1. the unit says:

    I read it somewhere. Anti-fa’s. They be fascist anti-fa’s. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    • NEO says:

      That they be, and they need to be put down.

      Like

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