Coronation

 

Thousands of people lined the streets of London for Charles' coronation, overjoyed that the repellent, smirking Meghan Markle and creepy Old Joe Crypt Keeper Biden weren't there. And they welcomed the pageantry, ancient continuity, patriotism, pomp and circumstance of the thing. 

And what a thing it was. The anointing and crowning of a Christian monarch who serves as a national reflection of God's universal sovereignty. And ask yourselves, all you Bible Christians out there, what forms of government does the Bible endorse?

Most certainly monarchy, democracy? Not so much, perhaps not even at all. And why? Because earthly, temporal governance should mirror and be led by the heavenly. I raised this in a Baptist Men's Breakfast a few years ago.

The leader of the group had just gone out on a wing and badly embarrassed the pastor by asking these guys, over sausage, eggs, bacon and gravy on a Friday, let the reader understand, "What party would Jesus, if he were alive today, have wanted you to vote for, Democrats or Republicans?"

They ummed and ahhhd and dug at their breakfasts and didn't say much; embarrassed, you see. So I stuck up my hand and answered, "Doesn't the Bible say kingship is a valid form of government? You know, David, Solomon and all of that."

Well that went over like a lead balloon, but I wasn't wrong. Those old boys, mostly Cold Warriors, were hard and fast for democracy, a constitutional republic, 1776 and all of that. And so am I. You see, when Monarchy steps off its covenant with God to protect the people it's anointed to serve it becomes abhorrent and will be swept away. But because people lie  doesn't invalidate truth itself, whether in governance, religion or any other thing.

Still, Charles III, take note, and with it pay attention all you Godless rulers of what used to be called the Free World. You were elected, ahem, to serve us and if you don't great will be the fall of you. That dark admonition aside...

Vivat,

LSP

Dog Days

It's ferociously hot and Blue Monarchist leads the way, Edgehill's another day. But what about Naseby and Marston Moor I ask him, incredulously. 

By way of answer he sits with loyal expectancy and asks for a treat, as though that, somehow, will stop the New Model Army and advance the last gasp of chivalry. Fond imagining, but he gets one anyway.

Quarter Master over, we went out back with a good view to capturing Banbury, Reading, Oxford, and Bristol. Quite the campaign and devil take the hindmost. Charge and scatter the enemy to the winds!

Needless, Blue No Bishop No King got stuck into the Anabaptist provisions and ate my sister's dog's toy. Typical cavalier ill-discipline, raid the enemy's baggage train in the exuberance of the after-charge. And lose the war. Good work, furhead.

Chagrined, Blue Divine Right Of Kings went prowling in search of Trained Bands to destroy and defeat. Perhaps they were hiding in the cover, in a psalm-singing fit of millenarian expectancy. Good luck with that, Blue Old Service is prowling, seeking whom he may devour.

Not least the advance scouts of the enemy, Chimney Swifts. They're protected by Law, no thanks to Edwardus Coke, and doubly by a sheet of cardboard. Undaunted by pettifogging legal skulduggery, Blue Loyalist stands guard.

As did I, when I could stand. But seriously, as a loyal Son of the Crown and an irregular cavalryman to boot, let's see a bit more Divine Right of Kings and less Satanic Rule of the New World Order.

Vivat,

LSP