Hallowe’en
As I proceed farther into the posthumous phase of my career as a hack journalist, I am unsurprised to find that my readership is falling away. A leading indication of this has been donations. My donations have almost dried up, though perhaps my failure to explicitly ask for contributions partly explains the dessication. Too, I write on buzzing current issues and events, less and less, and I am more and more insulting to my readers. To be in Canada and to be supporting “La Trompe” may be fun — for I am contemptuous of local opinion — but there is more to literature than inviting retaliation.
Nevertheless, my old promise to continue writing, regardless, for as long as I can form words, or as I may enjoy the permission of the Canadian legal and tax authorities, still stands. I am aware that I am close to the last person writing from this icy latitude who is aware of the (mostly British) principles on which Canada was founded, and similar, on which the Western world was operating, at least some of the time. We were free countries, which required, from Canada for instance, a willingness to fight: “No price too high.” I am proud of my actual ancestors, who immediately risked their lives when it was called for. And I am very deeply ashamed of my contemporaries.
My pleasure in the regime next door, can be quite misleading. It is nice that they have revived some common sense. But in a blink the dark, corrupt, profoundly stinking Democrat Party could come back to power. (They are as vile as our own Liberal Party.) However, my hope for this world does not depend upon “Conservatives” or “Republicans”; but upon a revival of Christianity and of the Catholic Church; and, for instance, the forced retreat of the tribal “religions” that have been replacing her, with the decay of our intellectual and moral faculties. It is not good to know that we are going to Hell. Instead, let us affirm the truth: that salvation is through Christ.
Meanwhile, we come again to the Vigil of All Saints; a day of fasting and preparation.