On Brexit

About ten years ago, we had another of Hollywood’s “masterpieces” vomited upon us under the name of V for Vendetta, based loosely on the graphic novel of the same name. It told the story of a daring revolutionary, once tortured and abused, who dares to stand up to the corrupted, fascist party that runs the United Kingdom with an iron fist and imprisons political opponents and “undesirables” willy-nilly.

Throughout its duration, the film loses no time, in true hollywoodian fashion, in presenting a bishop as a pedophiliac party official, in introducing a closeted homosexual with a comedy show who collects Korans as a victim of the totalitarian state, and in sparing time for an imprisoned lesbian to tell her love story before behind dragged into the night, etc. etc. etc. Yet in the end, when the hero is dead but triumphant and the bad guys are even deader, thousands of Londoners donning Guy Fawkes masks march on the Palace of Westminster, to behold the final scene, which sees the representative building go up in flames, signifying the death of the overthrown regime.

Britain in the next few hours stands at the threshold of regaining or forsaking the je-ne-se-quoi that, since Henry VIII turned his back on the continent, granted it endurance, strength, and a world empire. During the vote that is to come, the nation is reliving the struggles of Gravelines, Trafalgar, and the Battle of Britain. It is again, the chance for the Kingdom to go on alone, and hopefully restore sanity and tradition (eventually), or succumb before the latest, and worst possible, incarnation of the Pan-European project; but one which differs greatly from Christendom of old, and even from the Napoleonic Order, and which instead serves naught but the interests of plutocrats, bureaucrats, and leftists and, furthermore, threatens even the continued existence of the European peoples themselves.

If the cinematic barf referenced above is any clue then, I would most certainly hope that the voters show up in droves to show their disdain for the unelected officials that rule their lives with greater power than their true and legitimate monarch. From the depths of this monastic cell, it is with earnest hope that, to quote from the flick, in the words of High Chancellor Adam Sutler: “England prevails.”