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Monday, 31 August 2015

A Weak and Vacillating age

My apologies for lack of updates when I have said I would seek to update more. I cannot begin to recount the number of draft blog posts and false starts that clutter up my account but I feel I must start somewhere because at the end of the day, I have two choices: either admit defeat and close this blog or continue it, even if it is fruitless. And since I am loathe to surrender I must commit to the latter.

As such I will now try to turn my attention away from commentary for the time being and get back to what this blog was intended for, the theoretical proliferation of Monarchy as Government and societal organization, with obvious and rightful evidence on Ireland and Ireland's situation, albeit, non-Irish who wish to take from my words and thoughts what they will are free to do so, as a pan-monarchist I must admit the strategems for monarchism in Ireland may not apply universally because everyone's situation is different. It was when I lost track of this and focused my outrage on the scandals of the Irish Government and the failings of the Church and the whoring of Europe by the European Union did I thus lose my way. There is nought I can do about the world as it is but let it suffer and rot, I must focus on Ireland before I extend my care to my beloved brothers and cousins in Europe and beyond. I cannot be blamed for this, it is the reality of the situation, though it hurts me every day to look across the Mediterranean and see the plains of Ninevah burn...

Of course I will still on occasion make passing commentary but it must be restricted to a minority of the posts on this blog, not a majority.

To this end, I will seek to start a short series of blog posts considering the strengthening aspects of Monarchy to a society in comparison to the democratic model overall and in particular how these benefits apply to Ireland. I also seek to do a series of blogposts on the acknowledgements all mature monarchists must intellectual accept as the failings of a monarchical system (both theoretical and actual with historical examples) and how best they can be mitigated within compromising the monarchist spirit, so as to better monarchist and counter-revolutionary thought.

This is important since years ago I met many a new monarchist, wide eyed and full of hope and love of all good things see nothing but good about monarchy and thus did I become wary of these very same people becoming jaded cynics in the future, and become bitter about monarchism. Mayhap this is because my own journey to Monarchism was made through the yellow tinted glasses of a cynic who had lost faith in everything and had attacked monarchism before discovering its fundamental honesty with itself as an idea and the human condition in general. All monarchists, but especially those who are zealous for the cause of counter-revolution MUST be prepared to know and accept these failings, not just so they can do battle with our detractors and the vile revolutionaries who despise civilization and all that is Good, True and Beautiful. But they must know them so they can answer the questions of their fellow monarchists, many who are not of the intellectual bent and rely on the aid of others for their edification and strength.

We must recognise the dangers of propaganda and rhetoric, more importantly its misuse of these vaunted and ancient forms of wordcraft and idea formation by the revolutionaries so as to better combat them.

For the enemy, despite their everpresence, is weak. There is nothing of substance in their bile, all they have to their credit is their dedication to their cause. But there is nothing of the stuff of heroes in their spines and already the cracks are showing, already at their moment of greatest victory over all the world are they splintering, Like a bronze colossus with feet of clay it will not stand for long and the beast will fail. The only question is will we have the tools and the strength to rebuild the walls before the wolves come.

Monday, 29 June 2015

Thermopylae


I will admit to being surprised.

I had always called that this union would fall, perhaps violently, perhaps in a velvet revolution, either way the euro would fall and this construct of those machine men, those ideologues, those golems and unmen who think but do not dream and can only paint in grey, would fall to pieces.

With the crises in Ukraine I had despaired, for it seemed, (and it still seems) that Europe's end would come from a foolish war with a resurgent Russia at the behest of these europhilic non-men and their Americanist overlords.

Yet for all of that and for all of the crises and talks and debates, it would be believed the Greeks, that irascible people of Hellas, would cave like so many others have before the paper tiger of Brussels. That they would accept the bailout on the terms of accepting more debt they could not pay in return for reward of bearing the slave collar and the wicked kiss of the lash.

I will admit, I am today, humbled and ashamed, because for the longest time I have thought ill of the Greek people. Low was my opinion and regard for them, lower still when they elected a popularist, leftist politician to rule themselves, for all his talks of anti-austerity, I thought nothing more of him than I ought of any politician, and thus did I sneer and thumb my nose.

I now stand astonished.

For the Greek people have proven, more than their riots and fury ever could, that they have mettle in them still. The past two days have been a whirlwind: the collapsed talks, the surprise referendum for the will of the people, that bane of the Eurocrats, the refusal of last minute concessions by international creditors as too little too late, the closing of the banks, the tumbling down of the markets. For all this may cost me, personally, in thousands of euros (I have savings in the Republic from when I worked there), I can only salute them and watch in envy as the Greek did what no other European did; they stood and defied the world. They in this shining moment, were a nation, a flawed nation, a nation with divisions, but still a nation of colour and character, a nation of red blood, that somewhere down there, for all my cynical judgements, there is a spark of principle. There is the beating heart of man still in the Greek

I only pray they do not sell it now at this, the eleventh hour, despite whatever may come. My God, its really happening.

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Snakes amidst the emeralds


On May 22nd the country marches to vote in a referendum. And like other referendums before it, the side not sponsored by the state is savaged, demonized and the public urged and urged with threats of mean names and disapproving finger waving if they do not vote as the state wishes.

And make no mistake, the yes vote is the vote almost every party in the republic implicitely supports, if not explicitely such as the more socialist parties.

I, being the cynic I am, am wary of the millions of dollars from American trusts poured into Ireland promoting numerous 'progressive' causes, and knowing of the apathy of the Irish populace and the utter catastrophe that is our moral and civic backbone, know full well I am preaching into a hurricane. The propaganda will likely win out, the beleagured Irish once again bullied into going the way of so many other fish in the river instead of swimming upstream like the fish of wisdom, the undecided will have the decision made for them and those who dared to vote no will be found and, one way or another, pay for their defiance in subtle, small ways that nonetheless cut deep.

But I have been wrong before, this is the electorate, after all, that did that most rare of things and exercised the proper duty of caution a democratic citizen is supposed to do when presented with an urgent vote. And for their temerity they were shamed and brow beaten and forced to vote again. But this same electorate saw the shamefulness of those who would grasp for the throne of the presidency and elected the quiet man in a brisk and surprising bout of mass wisdom to choose the humble and well spoken over the brash and the boorish, the likes of which will probably be never seen again. But this is the same electorate that voted for Divorce too. And when they vote for gay marriage which I have little practical reason to doubt, they will, in due course, vote for their rights to adoption and then, because everything else has been thrown out, Ireland will at last be an abortion on demand country, because at that point, why not?

At least, that is where reason would take me. But like I said, I've been wrong before, and miracles do indeed happen. But even if it is defeated we cannot rest easy, St.Patrick's work has been undone, and the snakes have come home to rest between the blades of grass in our fields.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Foolish Mammon

One cannot look upon the horrors of war wracking Ukraine and think anything of God can be found in its cause.

However, for all of Putin's evil and, in particular his anti-monarchism I cannot fault him from desperately scrambling to break NATO's encroachment and encirclement of Russia, from securing Crimea (which I personally maintain did belong to Russia to begin with, its transferral to Ukraine was a mistake and even if there was some funny business in the plebiscite that transferred it to Russia, that it was always going to be a majority landslide was without doubt), and for playing economic hardball with Europe by turning off the gas and refusing to buy western products, particularly food. Make no mistake, Putin closing his markets to us is hurting European economies more than anyone wants to admit.

Now we have the foolishness of America lowering the value of its own dollar, artificially bringing down the price of oil to the lowest it has been worldwide in a decade. Anyone with a shred of sense should be looking at this sudden abundance of cheap oil with wide eyed alarm, and it is another attempt to break the Russian Economy (and that of Iran's) for the sake of this new influence war where world leaders no longer care about how much they are destroying civilization in the process. For some, unknown bloody reason the west is trying to provoke the Russian bear who is sending subs off the coast of that Feminized embarassment to civilization known as Sweden just to remind people the ursine has claws and teeth still.

I stand here and watch two markets crash, the American and the Russian and have no doubt Russia will likely hit the ground first but I know all too well how this is not going to matter a damn. Russia, people often forget, is filled with Russians. And Russians don't give a damn. They will gladly endure the sufferings of crippling depression for a few short years if it means humiliating America, who they see as a hate filled enemy. And the west continues to pound the same war drum it pounded against the taliban, against Iraq, against Assad in Syria and now we are portraying Putin as some kind of Hitlerite monster.

Its almost as if we want a war.

Now do not make the mistake I am advocating appeasing Putin, I am not. Russia, historically is terrible at offensive wars against the west unless they are part of a wider alliance. Putin knows this and a war would be next to fruitless for Russia, no, Russia knows it fights best when it fights defensively and without the Soviet Union it does not have to prop up shadow wars in far flung nations to project itself anymore. If anything, Putin knows if he is going to fight a war, he's going to fight it on Russian soil where the West, historically, will never win. Its the difference between a risky gamble and a sure thing, this is why I am unconvinced at best and cynically sceptical at worst at the fearmongering of the media towards Russia, which is arguably becoming more Christian and Holy in spite of its dictatorship compared to the West and its shadow police states (remember those? And we think we're the good guys). Meaning we do not have to give Russia anything, I am just saying provoking the bear is foolish and, worse than that, useless. The Russians will endure any hardship if they see it as the fault of foreigners. Which lets be fair, as bad as Putin is, their suffering will be our fault.

Personally the Ukraine crisis could be solved with a hefty dose of Realpolitik. Acknowledge Crimea as Russia's internationally, boot the fascists out of Kiev and have the government there give legal status to the Russian language and ensure protection for the Russian population there (which is a very sizeable minority anyway) instead of demonizing them. Work out economic deals and concessions with Russia IN RETURN FOR Russian acknowledgement of Ukraine as within the European sphere. What does this achieve? Putin saves face domestically, he is known as the president who got back Crimea and their economic concerns regarding Eastern Ukraine (which are beyond substantial) are protected. What do we get? Ukraine as a Western aligned buffer state, albeit one with trade concessions to Russia but which benefits from the EU (it won't but if I get started on the foolishness of the EU's actions regarding Ukraine I'd be here all day) and, more importantly, we open up the Russian market to the European and the American markets again, facilitating trade and the flow of goods back and forth which can only ever be a good thing.

No one really wins in this scenario but you know what the point of it is? No one loses either, and a war is stopped. But no because of Europe's self destructive ambition at creating a secular, culturally myopic mittle europa and America's desperate attempts to maintain international hegemony at the cost of everything else, we will never stoop so low as acknowledge the Russians as people, Russia as a great nation with concerns and interests of its own and we will not assume Putin is a reasonable man who understands realpolitik and can make the best of a bad situation. It is domination or destruction, a total war mindset completely out of proportion to the problem at hand. We will not deal with a dictator.

Oh but we're fine with dealing with repressive Suadi Arabia, the monstrous regime in Peking and perfectly willing to turn a blind eye to the horror of radical Islam here at home.

And people wonder why I so adamantly despise ideological governments.

Sunday, 20 April 2014

Happy Easter

Have a happy Easter everyone!

-Servant

Monday, 17 March 2014

Happy St.Patrick's day



And here's to many more.

Its been a rough start to 2014 so far hasn't it? Well so far we're all still here and the Ukrainian crises hasn't resulted in America or the West doing anything stupid yet and Putin got what he wanted in order to save face for the shenanigans in Sochi, meanwhile the Irish government continues to be a bad parody of a banana republic. Business as usual. I apologise for my lack of activity as I have been focused squarely on securing employment and other such matters that are a tad more pertinent then maintaining a blog, which I greatly regret as I miss making articles, but alas, priorities.

That said however, it is good to see the monarchist movement is still alive and well on the internet, and in places, even turning opinions. We've all seen the anti-reactionary and pro-reactionary FAQs that have popped up over the last year and there are now more channels on youtube that, while not specifically monarchist in nature are certainly more critical of the modern paradigm. It always did amuse me how that website seems to have the greatest concentration of monarchists, but then again, it has the greatest concentration of absolutely everything else so I guess the logic follows.

Hopefully, if all goes well and Europe doesn't spontaneously catch light I can get back to business.

Slan go Phoile

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Happy New Year, Happy Christmas and other thoughts

I would like to wish all my readers a very happy and safe New Year's and hope you all had a good Christmas.

Its been a rough year for everyone, or so it feels. Abdications left, right and center, modernist self destructive programs running rampant destroying whats left of culture and tradition in all corners of the world and suddenly everyone realizes its ok to be paranoid because your government is almost certainly spying on you. Of course, being raised in the generation of social media, were posting every snippet of your personal life online for all to see is considered a virtue, indeed, a social necessity among the unthinking masses, the majority of the population has been conditioned to accept government monitoring of everything they do as normal.

In fact, it is not. Indeed the revelation of so much spying is only the tip of the iceberg, the logical conclusion of the social ills we have all been suffering from, and I will outline what that actually is.

Not long ago, I posted an article in which I issued a mea culpa for my absence and lack of posting on the blog along with an explanation that I was driven away from my duties because a pall of sheer despair had descended over me. The reason for that despair is obvious and dealt with in that post. What I did not consider is how many of my fellows it also affects. Out of the many blogs I follow, almost all of which are monarchist, only 2 update with anything resembling consistency, most of the other 20 or so have long since died off and I fear for the exact same reason this blog had been put on indefinite hiatus. Indeed, the seeming futility of raging against the world and all its terrors is enough to shake the courage of any of us, were good is rewarded with injustice and injustice is awarded with praise and cheers. The world has become a frightening, mad place.

One source, not the only source but a key enabler of almost all the evils we face in the modern and post-modern era, is democracy itself. Now, it has already been scientifically proven that democracy does not achieve its fundamental purpose: That of having the informed, engaged public consult and vote on issues of import for the day. Indeed, through rigorous practice it has been proven time and time again, all Democracy actually manages to achieve is to divide the public, encourage ideological tribalism and engendering apathy in the majority of the citizenry. It is this apathy that allows the corrupt and morally bankrupt political classes to become more and more degenerate and get away with more and more scandals to the point were now the press and media are tools of a political establishment going through the motions of partisan politics when in reality it is the same machine with interchangeable parts. This was seen spectacularly in America in the wake of the Snowden leaks, (I do not mean to pick on America in this instance, the country merely provides a good case study of what I am trying to point out). Its media immediately started smearing the leaker and trying their damnedest to ignore the content of the actual leaks, certain news websites were banned on American military bases and America started pulling almost every sneaky trick up its sleeve to get a hold of Snowden and put an end to the scandal, even going so far as grounding the plane of a foreign head of state by pressuring its European allies to refuse it landing permission and ordering it to land before it had even reached the Mediterranean.

And the people did not care. Oh certainly, there was some outrage, but where are the riots? Where are the formally recognized demands for impeachment of a president who has bankrupt his country, incites racial hatred for political gain, enables the assassination and detention of his own citizens on the flimsiest of grounds. It is the same elsewhere, the revelations and actions of America this year should have set off a diplomatic firestorm that should have destroyed America on the international stage. It only caused a few grumbles and a half-hearted attempt by the shambling, bloated corpse that is the European Union to shake a stick at America. So now we have hard evidence we all live in police states, and apparently, no one gives a damn. In fact, the courts, which I have an affinity for with my background in law one minute denounced America's spying operations as illegal, only to declare a week later it was, in fact, legal. Which shouldn't matter with all those 'secret courts' the government runs. It really is enough to make one lose faith.

And despite all this, it has only made our political masters all the bolder. The false conservatives in Britain for example, made a recent about-face on their promises to the people on regulating the impending immigration from Bulgaria and Romania, mere days before the restrictions are lifted. Once more the people of the UK are to suffer, unwanted and unconsulted and unlimited immigration straining their welfare services, housing and healthcare to further extents and drastically increase the percentage of unemployed because Britain simply doesn't have the robust economy it needs to absorb this influx. No one does! No matter how many times people say the recession is over, it simply isn't. The Republic doesn't need too much dwelling on it, Enda Kenny has been trying his damnedest to shove through as many reforms and laws as he can. The entire, shameful debacle that was the abortion bill debates and eventual passage, the brushing over of Alan Shatter's criminal threats of using Gardai acquired information against political opponents, the attempts to dissolve the Seanad and concentrate all legislative power in a single house, the Anglo-Irish tapes which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt this country was duped and sold up the river by economic war criminals who effectively convinced our country to sell itself into debt-slavery. I have said enough regarding the Irish government, it needs to be destroyed, for it is a dead thing that cannot be saved and reform would be fruitless.

But even so, in Europe the case is much the same elsewhere. In France, president Hollande blithely ignores MILLIONS of his own citizens protesting his gay marriage bill, race riots in Paris and no-go zones and ghettos throughout France where the French are not welcome and would face violent assault by the Muslim residents for daring to walk freely in their own country. Now he gets the go ahead from France's constitutional court to flat out tax the rich for 75% of their earnings. I do not care how wealthy someone is, it is literally sinful to take three quarters of a man's wages. I do not expect the rich to stay in France for long after this, perhaps not even the companies they work for, France will suffer for this foolishness for the rich will not stay. I do not mean to sound as a defender of the super rich or make the mistake of conservatives in America who shore up corporatism on the misguided belief it will help smaller companies and greater economic growth for the lower classes, it is simply the reality that society needs the rich and rich, being rich, don't have to suffer unduly when they can merely move out.

We now live in a perfect storm of corruption and vileness. The only ray of light I can see is Hungary struggling against all the tremors and tribulations thrown at it to determine its own destiny, for good or for ill, things are so bad that even the Authoritarianism of Putin seems preferable to the moral relativistic yet absolute tyranny of the west. Democracy has only facilitated this downfall of civilization, it is not the only cause, certainly, but everything I have laid out above can be traced back to the effects it has had on society. If nothing else, democracy on the national scale, needs to die as an idea. Which, at this point, can only happen when it falls naturally and violently which is becoming increasingly likely it will if this new economic bubble anyone with sense can see coming miles away bursts. Otherwise we will just stay under the grindstone forever, it is no wonder so many of my peers dedicate their time to other matters these days.

I know I started off this article wishing you all a happy New Year, and I mean it. I wish you all the best, but I would be a liar if I said I honestly think 2014 will be a good year for anyone.

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

New Traditionalists

A return to the more general Traditionalist battle.

As of late I have been reading A Return to Order by John Horvat II. The book, primarily, concerns a very American take on the need to return to an organic traditionalist society and goes a long way to pointing out the underlying causes and currents that led to our current state affairs, with a particular, and rightful, focus on the economic insanity we have slowly been delving into since the 1700s. I would recommend the book as part of a wider diet on traditionalist thought and it is heartening to see the roots of the cause take root in America of all places which has never been a friend of traditionalism.

It does however; contain the amusing, I would say adorable, naiveté that one can return to a traditionalist society, more so, feudalist as the book espouses, without a return to monarchism and aristocracy. While it does not express it, the underlying implication in this book, and unfortunately with a lot of newer traditionalists I have found, is that the modern republic was somehow an aberrant evolution of traditional society, aberrant in the sense it defied the downward spiral of civilization and was not, indeed, a symptom of it. It reminds me of the charming belief of many contemporary American conservatives who believe the country's original values were the pinnacle of civilization and the downfall of America only really began with the instituting of the Federal reserve, or the sexual revolution.

This is not to imply John is new to the traditionalist scene, no, I am merely pointing out an additional underlying current I have noticed, using his text as an example.

I am, however, not particularly concerned about this, indeed I see it in the same light I see the enthusiasm of newly converted monarchists. That of unbridled and unshakeable belief in the rightness of the cause and all the benefits therein while subtly ignoring the inherent problems with all the zeal of the convert. That is, before they mature in their thought. I know this because it was exactly how I was when I eventually became a monarchist, although indeed, I had the advantage of coming to my monarchism as a cynic and seeing the inadequacies before my conversion. It involves a lot of thought and re-evaluation of what you hold dear as should any change in ideology, which is why so many of the public, so cowed by consumerism and encouraged not to think are reluctant to do so. After all it only benefits the party system is the public is divided and recalcitrant to change opinions, job security is a hell of a motivation.

So too I believe is the case with new traditionalists. Slowly but surely they might come to realize a republic on the scale of a country is incompatible with the other traditionalist values they cherish, and the living examples of such states lasting the test of time while remaining somewhat traditional can be counted on one hand, (not counting city states), such as Switzerland, although I have heard arguments to the contrary. It’s not guaranteed, after all, I did meet a monarchist one time who was so utterly convinced his beliefs could be married with Marxism. I'll let you figure that one out, as I have no answers for you there.

Granted they're welcome to try, a traditionalist republic would have certainly been the eventual result had say, the Confederate states of America successfully seceded from the USA, which while the slave issue would be eternally regrettable until the CSA's European friends pressured them into giving it up, would have been immensely interesting as a nation. But forgive me if I don't hold my breath, as that outcome seems even more radically unlikely than the restoration of a crown.

With all that said, I do recommend a reading of this book; it provides a necessary economic focus on the traditional battle that is at once different from Distributism and at the same time, complimentary. Always good to have more diversity from the modern, accepted models.

Monday, 21 October 2013

On having a difficult Monarch

A question Monarchists often get asked when they make the case for monarchism is the oft cited yet poorly thought argument: "But what if we have a bad monarch?" By which we could argue all day by what we mean by bad, there have been numerous harsh rulers in human history who often brought their country kicking and screaming into either greatness or equality on the world stage. But of course they mean the tyrants, or the imbeciles, or the ones who don't know what damage they do to the hearts of their subjects and countrymen by poorly thought out words.

However to these people, and many of whom are my fellow Catholics, I say 'Well, what about Pope Francis?"

The Catholic Church and its members are facing this dilemna right now, and it pains me to say it but yes, I honestly think Pope Franciscus is a 'bad Pope'. At least, by all indications he is one. For are we all not bound to obey him? Particular myself since I did swear publicly to do so. Therefore we are faced with a great difficulty, obeying and loving a Pope whose inconsistency and flippancy is harming the faith we love. And make no mistake, it is.

Now before you fling the fire and arrows at me, I am not comparing him to the Borgias or other 'black Popes', certainly not, he has yet to prove himself a Tyrant so he does not deserve such rotten comparisons. He is however, endlessly flippant in his manner of speech and flouting of Papal protocals. He is the Pope and he may live where-ever he wishes, but the cumulative effect of flouting of traditions and, indeed, treasures of the Faith, (It pained me to see him on the balcony without him wearing the red), has done immense damage spiritually. His casual remarks about the greatest evils of the modern world being youth unemployment and loneliness of the elderly rocks the Catholic base because it is so supremely out of touch with the modern world and its multitudious failings, some of which are infinitely greater then the evils he mentioned. And of course, I say this as an unemployed young man.

This is not meant to be a criticism of the Pope as there are better Catholics then myself discussing his recent actions, but rather a preface to our real concern in this article: That is how Catholics are handling it.

The answer: Badly.

The difference has been staggering. Those who considered themselves conservative Catholics who condemned the liberal Catholics of the world for trying to shut them up under Benedictus are now shouting at the traditionalists to shut up for fear of causing dissent over the Pope's actions, while the traditionalists, who for years had been shrugging off the odious and unjustified title of Pharisee seem to be in danger of outright calling the Pope a heretic, some even openly flirting with Schism.

All the while the liberals are purring like Persian cats in the laps of the enemy and organisations like NARAL are doing the happy dance.

Pardon my language, if you will my friends.

But you all need a bloody slap across the jaw.

The Pope's actions are incredibly regrettable, although he hasn't contradicted Dogma or doctrine, but that is no excuse for the conservatives to forgive the foolishness of his recent actions. The doctrinal sanctity is the Bailey of the castle, and you should not count it as a victory that it has not fallen when the walls are tumbled, the moat crossed and the surrounding city in flames. Meanwhile, to traditionalist, I would warn that flirting too close to schism risks the same as opening the gates to let the enemy in, because when an army's heavy shock troops leave the formation, what will forestall the enemy's spears? Are you that keen on letting the line break?

Thank God we have Francis and not a Borgia, because if this is how you conduct yourselves in the face of a Pope who is merely SUPREMELY naive and, dare I say it, Childish (not childlike) in how he conducts his office, I'd hate to see how you would fair if we truly had a black Pope to contend with.

If you want to have an effect on how he conducts himself, then, take advantage of something we all know he actually pays attention to. Send him a letter, have it signed by thousands of concerned Catholics (don't you dare tell me you are incapable of doing it, a hundred Catholics with a rosary can start an avalanche) with actual ink, in their actual handwriting. Its been done before, agree to a formal letter in respectful tone, detailing the anguish the Pope's actions have caused and more importantly, ask him why he seems as though he is blind to the anguish it causes. Then sign it with everyone you know, pass it along to the next city and so on. If secular people on a site as odious as Deviantart can do a similar project, you damn well can as well. He may turn away a spiritual gift of a million rosaries, but I'd like to see him turn away a letter with so many names upon it, written in their own hands. If nothing else, we'd get the measure of the man.

As for myself, I will admit, although I am loathed to, I had misgivings from the start with Francis. From the moment I saw him on the Loggia, I had a strange, deadening feeling inside my heart, I do not know what it was, probably nervousness, but I paid it no mind, I was not going to judge a man I did not know in the slightest based on a mere feeling.

What disturbs me most, is that through reading the blogs of my fellows I found I was not the only one who felt it.

Friday, 18 October 2013

With apologies to Narcissus

It has been some time since my last post and it has been for a good reason. Because for the longest while I have been under the veil of utter despair.

The reasons many fold, of course, and, to regular visitors and readers of this blog, quite obvious. I am something of an introvert, you see, while I can chat up a storm when in the right mood, I nonetheless keep alot of thoughts close to my chest including personal ones, as is only proper and gentlemanly. However, it led to a disproportionate amount of naval gazing on my part, self criticism and defeatism which conspired to choke whatever flame I had to motivate my writings on this blog. For quite some time I doubted I even believed anymore. But such is the way of depression.

Over this period I attacked myself for personal failings as well as the impossibility of saving this world, restoring monarchy in any sense were it would be worthy to be restored, or even as moderately saving Ireland from its own downfall.

Well so it was until I went to the Novena of St. Gerard Majella in Dundalk this past week, as did thousands of others. There, amdist the confessionals, the soaring arches, the beautifully vaults of the ceiling and the high altar did I make my first confession in a quite some time. There really is nothing like having a weight lifted off of you to give some perspective on exactly how silly you have been. I started to analyse exactly why I had been the way I had been.

My answer came to me as soon as myself and my mother walked back to our car. We passed by a corner bar, quite a large one, that had been shut down. Iron grates placed upon the windows and doors and in a doorway there was a pair of red slippers and an empty bottle of vodka.

It was a microcosm. The reasons why I had been in such despair in miniature form. Upon asking my mother about the bar I learned it was actually quite a popular one back in the day, and the most stereotypical of Irish bars as Irish bars get and looks about what you'd expect. Complete with the now old fashioned hanging sign advertising Guinness. The global recession had killed it and the area was poorer and more distraught for the loss. And as we drove passed newly built yet thoroughly empty office buildings I began to consider what else had been killing me silently.

The first of many instances I recall was walking in the castlecourt shopping center in Belfast. I was standing in line for burger king (fastfood being a problem in itself but one cancer at a time please), and in front of me in the line were a pair of girls no older then 14, 15 at the most. Both were wearing black jackets with a pink female figure in silhouette on its back grasping a pole suggestively. They were both attendants at some pole dancing instructor class, I saw this and my heart broke. What was once and still is illicit, erotic and shameful is now being thought to young girls as exercise and socially acceptable. This and a million other things accumulated silently but it was only now I realized that it wasn't these evils that had been having such an effect on me, but my impotency in countering it.

I am reminded of a post on the badcatholic blog on Patheos, which rages against the ephemeral and immaterial nature of modern day language and concerns. Modern morality is relativistic, good and evil are relative, which ultimate means all moral concerns are immaterial and do not ultimately matter. Therefore you must constantly talk in circles when confronting someone on a matter. He compared it to something like trying to grasp smoke or boxing with a ghost. Futile by design.

And it was this powerlessness that got to me in the end. What was I to do? Scream at the children in front of me that they were being trained to prostitute themselves? Insist in paying the shopkeeper in grams of gold for my purchases to frustrate the monetary noose around our necks? What issue could I truly solve without proclaiming myself Dictator and usurping the nation?

And so I festered, failing to look after my own well being of body or soul for such was my despair. I started this blog knowing I was fighting an uphill battle from the utter depths of the Marianas trench for a goal that was ultimately intellectual: that of propagating monarchism as a valid idea in the Irish consciousness. But all the horrors of the modern world desecrating absolutely everything sacred and beautiful, and the blunt truth that nothing but forceful emotionalism will win hearts in this narcissistic age of hedonism and vice forced me to curl up in my foxhole, shell shocked. King David had it easy, it seemed, at least Goliath could be struck.

So it would have been the end of this blog had it not been for that Novena and my remembrance of that kernal of Irishness. That stubborn, dogged, bloody minded refusal of evil. The same spark that brought the Drunkard to prayer, and the spiteful man to give to charity. Less because it is expected and more because it is what ought to be done and somewhere within us we know it. It is what brought my mother to confession even though she continues to stress to me that she doesn't believe she requires it. A strange sort of hope that confounds despair, and sunders confusion. That even now with our culture so thoroughly ravaged and destroyed by Americanism and the financial follies of the modern world, Hibernia can still be saved, body and soul. If Ireland could survive the horrors of neglect, murder, rapine, famine, torture and war through the centuries, it will survive this most brutal of drug addictions. Such is what I believe. Or else I will die.

I know not how, or by what means, but this ship will be righted and by God, it will have a crown.