Promotor Fidei, Punk.
It has been one week since the anointing of King Charles III. King Charles the sausage-fingered.
Sadly, William did not turn up in an Apache helicopter seeking trial by combat in a challenge to the throne, as I had hoped he might. The changing of robes, crowns and carriages was televised with the slow and steady cadence of a hypnobirthing breathing coach. Thusly, the bitterly swallowed pill of acceptance made its way down my throat, and after one week, is now sitting comfortably in my lower intestine.
If you’d asked me five years ago, I never would have thought I’d miss the Queen when she was gone. But here we are.
Thankfully I’ve spent the week in Aberdeen, and I visited Saint Machar’s tomb, outside old King’s College at my Alma Mater. Doing so reminded me of how many Kings, and their follies, we have endured as a people throughout the ages.
Context can save us from despair, and legend can instruct us in the protocol for dealing with things. Just as our capable ancestors surely did.
Of course, the music was powerful, and the ceremony had its beauty. The country was covered in Union Jacks, instead of rainbow swastikas and Ukraine flags, for a change. The English (at least in Yorkshire) seemed to begin ‘celebrating’ as soon as the pubs opened on Wednesday morning and showed no signs of slowing down as I sailed out from Whitby harbour on the evening’s high tide after the coronation.
It was a shaky departure, punching out uncomfortably into a persistent North-easterly swell that had prevented us from leaving port for several days prior.
I don’t pretend to be the most educated person, or the purest or wisest. I tend to rely on instinct, intuition and the little scraps of knowledge and character I have managed to scrape together in forming and reforming my wretched self over the years. However, one shortcut to critical thinking that I have found to be invaluable is to understand that all action is communication.
Everything you do has a logic to it that reveals your inner philosophy. In this way, the sum total of your actions begins to reveal the claims that you hold to be true about life.
For example, if you believe it is virtuous to be a victim, you will likely remain one all your life. If you believe that a father owes something to his children, then you will stick around, even if your ex-wife is mentally deranged. Perhaps for no other reason than to offer small moments of sanity to your offspring, who might otherwise be condemned to grow up entirely within the world of a crazy person. And if you believe everything is meaningless, you might just kill yourself.
All of our lives are an argument. Kurt Cobain was so powerful because he didn’t just sing about his nihilism. He acted it out with integrity.
Everything we do is a claim. Our action is a claim that we think it is right to do what we have done. He who lives by the sword dies by the sword because he has told the world that he accepts the rule of the sword. Our lives may be bound by limitation and frailty, but they are an argument, even when we are not fully conscious or in control of our argument.
When people practice what they preach, they clearly believe it. This can be an awesome sight to behold. Like when a father forgives a man who killed his son in a car accident. Or when the parent of someone who was shot dead still believes in the right to bear arms.
Aligning our actions with the highest principles is so difficult because it requires us to align our innermost thoughts and emotions with those principles first.
Inconsistency may be the hobgoblin of little minds, but only the greatest among us ever achieve this alignment to a masterful degree. And most of them get nailed to a piece of wood for their trouble.
Kids, top tip from Oscar Wilde: ‘If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh. Otherwise, they’ll kill you’.
Perfection does exist among men. However, we may see its’ principle manifest in the predictability and certainty of the properties of matter and nature. Cosmic order communicates to us at every level, and every scale, that consistency is king.
Reality itself is an argument that creation is good.
So what did last week’s spectacle tell us? What argument are we making as a nation? What argument does our King make?
At least the orthodox element of Charles’ ancestry and coronation afforded a nice uniting touch to the ceremony. Being presented with a piece of the true cross can only be a portent of future unity, even if the man is as contradictory as Kanye West.
I shall not repeat what was said in the mess room that day, but I’m sure you can imagine. Even the normie royalists among us find the King and his former mistress deeply unpleasant to contemplate.
Well, on the surface, the WHO declared the ‘crown-virus’ pandemic to be over the day before the coronation. Nobody in attendance at the event was required to demonstrate that they’d submitted to a bimonthly injection regimen and digitised national socialist tagging program. Presumably, this was to keep in line with the ‘diversity’ theme of the day.
It was a rather strange paradox to hear how King Charles was so keen to depart from tradition – as much as was allowable under the law – when the entire ceremony highlighted the fact that tradition is the only reason to tolerate his promotion.
In what way can a monarch rebel, in our constitutional monarchy?
It was no less paradoxical to hear a man swear an oath to be the defender of the reformed protestant faith, after publicly declaring that he wishes to defend ‘all the faiths’.
Faithfulness, like romantic love, is by definition, exclusive. Not ‘inclusive’.
The clearly contrived effort to have every possible shade of skin tone, variation of gender, and outsider of every kind at the heart of the national moment reached peak silliness in the clumsy readings of scripture by the big-eared, unelected, Hindu, Cheshire cat-like, Sunak. A Prime Minister whose chameleonic ability to say whatever words are expedient, regardless of his personal beliefs, served only to palpably demonstrate the total corruption at the heart of our halls of power.
The staging of the diversity-fest was so clearly crafted to serve the one-world governance narrative, that it contradicted the very idea of a nation. If, the King of England cannot celebrate his coronation in an indigenous ceremonial fashion, in his own native land, in the same way, that his forty predecessors could, without fear of upsetting ‘minorities’, then is not the very idea of ‘culture’ itself under threat?
The problem with the socialist idea of equality, in this superficial way, is that if everyone is special, then nobody is special. And by trying to demonstrate the virtue of the outsider, the King has detracted from what was supposed to call attention to the special nature of his rank.
To try so desperately to show the world how ‘inclusive’ the new monarchy will be, our new King has shown that he has no preference between insiders and outsiders. He has demonstrated that he thinks his subjects are each as special, generic, interchangeable, and indistinct as the other.
In this way, contrived appearances of ‘connection’ and ‘inclusion’, become distancing, separating, and dissolving.
The media has done its job of setting the table for public debate, within the pre-defined acceptable limits. The right of republicans to protest monarchy. The extravagant spending while much-needed social programs go underfunded. The tourist dollars brought in by the event. The diplomatic advantages of having a non-partisan national representative for British interests.
Fluff. Distraction. Programming. A self-defeating argument of a ceremony.
Only hardcore punk conservatives understand the real issue of the day.
Trust.
Flat earthers. Holocaust deniers. Chem-trailers. Mud-flooders. The Michelle Obama is a man crowd. Moon landing deniers. The Birds Aren’t Real brigade.
Like ancient Greece, rhetoric has become the primary weapon in our late-stage democracy. And trust in authority of any kind, including the basic authority of sense-data, is at an all-time low.
Perhaps it is just my cynicism or the fact that I watched the coronation on TV, instead of being there in person, but I felt myself totally unmoved by the performance.
When King Charles spoke, I felt nothing. He seemed insincere, procedural, and about as far from being humbled by the experience as one could possibly be.
He took the power, in the way that Smeagol grasped for the ring. All for himself, quick, fast, and in a hurry.
He looked altogether too comfortable taking his position. To rule over others is to claim superiority over others. And he really seems to believe in that.
We all know this, and we all expect it. Some of us even defend it. But I think in Charles III’s case, I suspect we all feel it to be a lie.
We all know he lied to his first wife and cheated on her.
38% of Brits believe that Princess Diana was murdered and that Charles probably sanctioned her death in some way. But we don’t even have to go that far. The very fact that he cheated on his wife at all, proves he is an oath-breaker.
So why on earth should we believe his oath to serve and defend our nation?
The Netflix series The Crown masterfully cast a more handsome actor for the part of Charles than the real deal, and in so doing made his infidelity somehow seem a little more virtuous. In truth, if you imagine his real face making those disgusting telephone calls to his additionally adulterous Queen, you see the affair for what it was. Repulsive.
How can a man who lied to his own children, his wife, and probably himself, be expected to keep an oath to his nation and to God?
Our promiscuous tax collector-in-chief has clearly and vocally made superseding pledges of loyalty to shadowy technocrats, eugenicists, and organisations that seek to supplant the idea of nations altogether, replacing them with a fascistic mode of consumerist-communism.
His ceremony, therefore, was a performative contradiction. A lie.
The beauty of the pageantry and symbolism of the ceremony could not conceal that fact. It was plain for all to see.
Well, to those with eyes to see.
I do have a couple of friends who attended Westminster Abbey in person. I think it was clear from their social media posts that they thoroughly enjoyed the day, and felt very special to be invited to the event in person. No doubt in ten years, after the civil war and the battle for Taiwan, they’ll be there to swear in William as well. And they’ll feel very special and privileged on that occasion too.
But I don’t think it’s their proximity to power that makes those people special.
The people who make this country work, in spite of itself, will be special people under any form of government. The people who actually take their oaths seriously are what really make our society work. The ones who truly accept the stranger in their hearts and integrate them into their neighbourhoods and lives are the real breathing lungs of inclusion and exclusion that society requires.
We need not fear, in the long run. David and Saul taught us in the book of Samuel that a King who dishonours his oath to God will be supplanted in due course.
‘Even the righteous may fall for a lie, but the liar will stumble on the truth…By much cleverness, the liar fools himself’. Matthieu Pageau.
Yes, those will be years to live through and suffer through.
But David taught us more than how to take down a giant with a rock and dribble down our beards. He taught us how to endure as a conservative rebel.
David was the hidden king. The secret authority.
The people knew he was the true authority by his merits in battle, and his works as a defender of the people.
David began his relationship with the witch-hunting tyrant Saul, as a musician and entertainer, brought in to amuse and soothe the demon-possessed tyrant. But like President Business from The Lego Movie, Saul could not tolerate David’s freedom and fluid movement. Like our own coronatarian technocrats restricting our movements during lockdowns, or when President Business glued all the Lego pieces together to fix them in place, Saul tried repeatedly to spear David, and ‘fix’ him to the wall.
Too much control kills a society, just as micromanaging employees kills a business enterprise or the camaraderie of a ship’s crew.
But David takes refuge in the temple. He sustains himself on the food of priests. He takes refuge with the enemies of Israel, the Philistines, and uses their own slain giant’s sword to attack Israel’s enemies while pretending to be on the side of a foreign King. Much like the people in World War Z who become like zombies, in order to pass through the hoardes in plain sight.
Pretending to be crazy, living on the margin, and being on the fringe. This is how David survives the tyrant and secretly defends the good, for God.
Despite having the chance to kill King Saul, he never takes it. He proves that he is not a revolutionary, and by keeping his deeds pure, and holding true to his oaths, he proves himself subject to the higher authority of God’s law.
This conservative rebel is the very man our coronation procedure is designed to pay homage to. This is the very story that our untrusted King is supposed to be reminded of, by last week’s spectacle.
Just like living through lockdowns, ever-shifting covid goalposts, and stifling social pressure to conform to tyranny, we must now again live through tyrannical power-seeking authoritarianism. The only way to do that is to copy that punk-like conservative attitude of defiance and keep true to real morality.
We need to nurture the truth and protect it. Like a candle in the wind. (Sorry, had to, lol).
The power of the nation-state lies entirely in how it captures our attention. The predatory and cannibalistic nature of governments that steal their power from the productivity of the masses, through inflation, debt-bribery and money creation is sustained entirely with smoke and mirrors.
We know that the idea of a King is a lie. We know that we are all human, and we all sin. But we can tolerate that illusion a little better if our sovereign acts as a convincing ‘better’. If we can believe, even for just a moment that he is just one little bit higher up, and a little closer to God than the rest of us.
Pretty tough to achieve that illusion these days, when 90% of internet coverage of Charles points out that he’s spent most of his life hanging out with known paedophiles and eugenicists.
The people who have been pissing and moaning endlessly in the press this week about what a waste of money the monarchy is, or the coronation was, are completely missing the point. They are simply telling us that they are revolutionaries.
Those moaners are not against someone having the power to rob you while you sleep and turn men into meat at will. They are telling us explicitly that they want that exact same power for themselves.
King David taught us when he took Saul’s spear and his water while he slept, but resisted the temptation to kill the tyrant in his sleep, that we must resist the urge to engage in the same corruption as our enemies. We become the authority in favour by keeping true to our principles.
Practically, we do this by not perpetuating the system of fear and division. We do not seek government contracts or state funding for our businesses. We do not participate in proxy wars that prop up the regime. We do not allow the government’s dissolution of our demographics by mass immigration to turn our hearts to bitterness. Rational Xenophobia must not become racism or hysterical witch-hunting.
It’s easy to be a rebel now. Speaking the truth is the new punk rock.
Punkservatism, if you will.
Punkservatism is what you will get when people who accept authority in general, reject a specific misuse of authority.
Punkservatism is the opposite of the progressivism that calls old things bad and new things good, based on zero metrics. Punkservatism is not counter-revolutionary, but anti-revolutionary. Punkservatism does not seek power for itself but demands that those in power abide by the same rules as everyone else, without exception.
That’s what we need to be if we’re going to survive in plain sight, and not cede our country to snakes and tyrants.
The only way to deal with an unfree world s to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion – Albert Camus.
So when they try climate lockdowns, Punkservatives will not snitch on their neighbours for driving a diesel car on a Sunday or blaspheming against Saint Thunberg. And when it is illegal to catch a fish, gather rainwater, or share our rations, we will not grass on ‘violators’. And when they come for the churches, temples and mosques, and scapegoat the illegal immigrants that are ‘overwhelming’ our already corrupt and bankrupt public services, we will turn to charity over tribalism or human sacrifice.
You see, the coronation was the greatest use of public funds that could ever be conceived. Televising that show of insincerity for all to see, laid bare the rot at the head of the fish, and pulled back the curtain on the wizard, once and for all.
Well. Until the next time, at least.
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