Taps

 

You're maybe recovering from "Cherry" Vann, we are here at the Compound, but note this. Taps just rang across this small town, pre-recorded from the bell tower of the Court House, yes it should be a church. But whatever, very moving, and a call to stop for a moment and pray for those who put their lives in harm's way and beyond.

Without them, where would we be? On topic, have any of you been to a quiet, peaceful, calm, civilized English village or small town? Sure you have. Go in, if you haven't already, to the parish church, a building which has stood for maybe a thousand years or more.

It'll be open, unlike our churches in Texas, so go through that ancient oak door and wonder at the thing, a place where Christians have worshipped for at least hundreds of years. As you do, look at their War Memorials. The first one, typically 1914-18.

Take a little time over it, read the names, there are many of them, hundreds even, all from tiny country villages and towns, men who died when there was real labor on the land. Working men, agricultural laborers and the like, enlisted men. Yes indeed, but also commissioned ranks who were hugely slaughtered, destroying the nation's ruling or governing class. 

We could call the latter "gentry," those people who had enough land and income to not have to work, who gave themselves accordingly to the good of the people. You may recall, only men with a settled income could become MPs.

Those men built the greatest Empire the world has ever seen and were destroyed by WWI, WWII and the utter evil of Socialism, the very politics of greed and envy. Pray, ye heathen, for those who gave their lives that we could live free.

Boodles Forever,

LSP

Patriotism

 

Rightly moved by small town Itasca's war memorial, Wild  commented:

I once heard Chris Matthews pontificating on his tee-vee show trying to explain the xenophobia of the red state hick by saying the little guy loves his country because that's all he's got. Meaning, the more enlightened portion of the populace would not be such fools... Not only did he miss the point, he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge a second time.

 

he put his Oldsmobile in reverse and drove off the bridge. Dam straight. Patriotism, true love of Patria, begins at home, not with abstract bi-coastal Harvard inspired imagination but with love of where you actually are, the one you're with, your family, village, town, city and on. Chesterton expounds:

Let us suppose we are confronted with a desperate thing, say Pimlico. If we think what is really best for Pimlico we shall find the thread of thought leads to the throne or the mystic and the arbitrary. It is not enough for a man to disapprove of Pimlico: in that case he will merely cut his throat or move to Chelsea. Nor, certainly, is it enough for a man to approve of Pimlico: for then it will remain Pimlico, which would be awful. 

The only way out of it seems to be for somebody to love Pimlico: to love it with a transcendental tie and without any earthly reason. If there arose a man who loved Pimlico, then Pimlico would rise into ivory towers and golden pinnacles; Pimlico would attire herself as a woman does when she is loved. For decoration is not given to hide horrible things: but to decorate things already adorable. A mother does not give her child a blue bow because he is so ugly without it. A lover does not give a girl a necklace to hide her neck. If men loved Pimlico as mothers love children, arbitrarily, because it is theirs, Pimlico in a year or two might be fairer than Florence. 

Some readers will say that this is a mere fantasy. I answer that this is the actual history of mankind. This, as a fact, is how cities did grow great. Go back to the darkest roots of civilization and you will find them knotted round some sacred stone or encircling some sacred well. People first paid honour to a spot and afterwards gained glory for it. Men did not love Rome because she was great. She was great because they had loved her.

 

GKC and Wild, I'd argue, are right in the X Ring.

Your Patriotic Pal,

LSP

"The Cause" or "A Tale of the South"

Inspired by moonshine posts on various sites my mind ran to a friend of the family who lives in Oxford, England, the 'City of Screaming Tires.' He's a literary critic and writes books, which is a fine job if you can get it, but his American forebearers in the 1920s weren't so grand. No, one of them was a bootlegger with a mobile still which he'd move about from location to location in his old Ford truck.

All well and good, business boomed and the product was good, so good that its purveyor felt compelled to sample his 'product' from time to time. You know how it is, quality control is key, and the quality in question was excellent, it really worked, so much so that still, truck and bootlegger ended up driving full tilt into the Courthouse in the center of town. Serious offence and what was he charged with?

An illegal still? No.

'Moonshine'? No.

Reckless drunken driving? No.

Destroying the Confederate War Memorial? Yes.

I'm sure he got time for that and doubtless well deserved. Enough 'Memorials' - off to say Vespers, shoot + ride about on horses.

God bless,

LSP