The demoralisation will continue until morale improves
When your enemy controls your institutions, humiliating you becomes the point of ceremony.
Happy new year. May it bring good fortune and blessings to everyone reading this.
Right, that's enough positivity, because the bitter pang of shame is still fresh in my mind as I write this at 00:30 on 01/01/23.
The London firework show was predictable for a public display in current year, but no less painful. The London Eye with the colours of the Ukrainian flag, an announcer saying “London stands with all victims of conflict and the climate crisis”, immediately onto rainbows and talks of “queerness”, “liberation”, “equality” and such.
A brief interruption with soundbites of the late Queen, with good cherry-picking to follow the previous segment by playing a clip of her talking about “respecting the dignity of other people to come to greater understanding”, deliberately distorting the image of this faithful Christian woman as someone who would personally accept the message prior. Next was a customary clip from King Charles (who knocked his Christmas speech out of the park, by the way) talking about ecology. His ideas regarding it are actually quite good, but the media has long falsely painted him as being all in on their side regarding eco-communism.
Once that was begrudgingly done, we moved swiftly on to more “love is love”, ‘queer anthems’, rainbows, grime (London rap) and so on and so on.
What struck me was how much this bothered me; especially compared to only a year ago when I might have rolled my eyes, and the year before that I would not have cared at all. Tonight, I caught myself grinding my teeth and realised I hadn’t blinked for what must have been at least a minute.
I know why I was bothered: I'm a Catholic and care about my country’s history. It’s not some mystery as to why this display went against my sensibilities, but I was surprised by how deeply I felt the demoralisation, which was an intended effect.
The degenerate communists of the Cathedral control our institutions without contest - this shouldn’t be news to you. But this victory lap really made me see that if we don’t completely restore these institutions, and soon, England will be gone. It is already hanging on by a thread. The monarchy, our oldest and most independent institution, is given an inconvenient sideways glance amidst the proselytising of the New Religion. At the national level, that is all which remains of our culture whether you like it or not.
Damn whatever your political theory says about the validity of the monarchy! The very survival of this civilisation is now a dying light, and that is where it still faintly burns. To not care about this would betray an inalienable part of who I am, and to betray the history of my ancestors who I owe everything - including my life - to. I used to not care, but now there is no going back.
I can’t help but find a silver lining in everything, and am grateful for that. What I see here is my own resilience. With every humiliation ritual that I’m subjected to in the form of a leftist victory lap of capturing our institutions, I grow more opposed and defiant of their religion. Every time I think that I can’t reject their premises and values any more, they push me into further dissent. The more that I observe their disgusting affronts to nature and order, the more I love that which they hate, and foresee the unsustainability of their methods and goals. Nature can only be defied for so long until it violently comes back around at lightning speed.
England may now already be functionally dead. But as long as it exists in living memory, it’s heart still beats - no matter how faintly, it beats nonetheless. With every act of demoralisation, sure, more normies absorb and internalise the values because they just follow whatever they’re told. But, more people who fondly remember England are snapped out of the matrix. If you’re an adult and are more astute than average, that fireworks display might at least make you raise your eyebrows, as I did last year - even if only because you consider that this all would have been unthinkable merely when your parents were your age. If that’s so, take it from me that 2023 is going to be a hell of a year for developing your thoughts and views.
Your country still lives. It's on life support, and the enemy wants you to forget even that - but you must never. Your country lives in you and your compatriots brave enough to remember it. The fight to save it has not even begun, and we are at great risk that it could fizzle out without even so much as a fight. But as long as there is a chance, never say never, know that stranger things have happened, and nature is always a self-restoring force in the end.
When the enemy demoralises and humiliates you, it may well work, as it did with me. But, after 45 minutes of writing, I am smiling, and only love my country more than I did before. The war is raging, but in this battle over my resolve, I have won.