“For unto us a Child is born” from Handel’s Messiah performed by The Choir of King’s College, Cambridge; The Brandenburg Consort; and conducted by Stephen Cleobury.

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
~~Isaiah 9:6 (KJV)

Bee Gees — Spicks and Specks

Gentle Readers–

In these Decadent Times when Jacobin and Levelling ideas dominate there are still a few people prepared to stand up for the old truths regarding human nature (namely the need for hierarchy due to the inequality of Man) and risk opprobrium. One such hero is Paul Gottfried. This picture is taken from The Rebellion Blog which also has a link to a video lecture where he puts forward some rather challenging ideas.

Your Humble Servant,
Mild Colonial Boy, Esq.

P.S. Readers may also be interested in Murray Rothbard’s Egalitarianism as a Revolt Against Nature (1973)

(image from Wikipedia)

There is no man, let him be aware of it or not, who is not a combatant in this hot contest; no one who does not take an active part in the responsibility of the defeat or victory. The prisoner in his chains and the king on his throne, the poor and the rich, the healthy and the infirm, the wise and the ignorant, the captive and the free, the old man and the child, the civilized and the savage, share equally in the combat. Every word that is pronounced, is either inspired by God or by the world, and necessarily proclaims, implicitly or explicitly, but always clearly, the glory of the one or the triumph of the other. In this singular warfare we all fight through forced enlistment; here the system of substitutes or volunteers finds no place. In it is unknown the exception of sex or age; here no attention is paid to him who says, I am the son of a poor widow; nor to the mother of the paralytic, nor to the wife of the cripple. In this warfare all men born of woman are soldiers.

And don’t tell me you don’t wish to fight; for the moment you tell me that, you are already fighting; nor that you don’t know which side to join, for while you are saying that, you have already joined a side; nor that you wish to remain neutral; for while you are thinking to be so, you are so no longer; nor that you want to be indifferent; for I will laugh at you, because on pronouncing that word you have chosen your party. Don’t tire yourself in seeking a place of security against the chances of war, for you tire yourself in vain; that war is extended as far as space, and prolonged through all time. In eternity alone, the country of the just, can you find rest, because there alone there is no combat. But do not imagine, however, that the gates of eternity shall be opened for you, unless you first show the wounds you bear; those gates are only opened for those who gloriously fought here the battles of the Lord, and were, like the Lord, crucified.

~~ Juan Donoso Cortés. Essays on Catholicism, Liberalism, and Socialism (1879). (HT Wikiquote)

~~L.W. Sheldon. Sheldon’s Twentieth Century Letter Writer: an up-to-date and accurate guide to correct modern letter writing (1901), p. 122.

(from University of Pittsburgh’s Digital Research Library via Centuries of Advice & Advertisements).

Chorus
Awa’, Whigs, awa’!
Awa’, Whigs, awa’!
Ye’re but a pack o’ traitor louns,
Ye’ll do nae guid at a’.
1.
Our thristles flourish’d fresh and fair,
And bonie bloom’d our roses;
But Whigs cam like a frost in June,
An’ wither’d a’ our posies.
2.
Our ancient crown’s fa’n in the dust -
Deil blin’ them wi’ the stoure o’t,
An’ write their names in his black beuk,
Wha gae the Whigs the power o’t!
3.
Our sad decay in church and state
Surpasses my descriving.
The Whigs cam o’er us for a curse,
And we hae done wi’ thriving.
4.
Grim Vengeance lang has taen a nap,
But we may see him waukin -
Gude help the day when Royal heads
Are hunted like a maukin!

ANNUNCIATION.

Salvation to all that will is nigh ;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die,
Lo ! faithful Virgin, yields Himself to lie
In prison, in thy womb ; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He’ll wear,
Taken from thence, flesh, which death’s force may try.
Ere by the spheres time was created thou
Wast in His mind, who is thy Son, and Brother ;
Whom thou conceivest, conceived ; yea, thou art now
Thy Maker’s maker, and thy Father’s mother,
Thou hast light in dark, and shutt’st in little room
Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb.

NATIVITY.

Immensity, cloister’d in thy dear womb,
Now leaves His well-beloved imprisonment.
There he hath made himself to his intent
Weak enough, now into our world to come.
But O ! for thee, for Him, hath th’ inn no room ?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and from th’ orient,
Stars, and wise men will travel to prevent
The effects of Herod’s jealous general doom.
See’st thou, my soul, with thy faith’s eye, how He
Which fills all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie ?
Was not His pity towards thee wondrous high,
That would have need to be pitied by thee ?
Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

From John Donne’s La Corona.

Lyrics by Ray Davies

We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, Vaudeville and Variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save strawberry jam and all the different varieties
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
We are the Draught Beer Preservation Society
God save Mrs. Mopp and good Old Mother Riley
We are the Custard Pie Appreciation Consortium
God save the George Cross and all those who were awarded them
We are the Sherlock Holmes English Speaking Vernacular
Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty and Dracula
We are the Office Block Persecution Affinity
God save little shops, china cups and virginity
We are the Skyscraper Condemnation Affiliate
God save tudor houses, antique tables and billiards
Preserving the old ways from being abused
Protecting the new ways for me and for you
What more can we do
God save the Village Green.

Your Humble Servant,
The Mild Colonial Boy, Esq.