The week
Unlike the Vatican, one tries to avoid political topics in Holy Week, and generally to conceal one’s more extravagant opinions. But with the Iran war in progress, and with it perhaps the best prospect of annihilating psychotic Islam since Pope Urban II agreed with Alexios Komnenos (at the Council of Piacenza) that Jerusalem really ought to be returned to the Christian fold (March 1095), it is hard to shut up. There were problems, too, during the First Crusade, and even during the defence of Europe by Charles Martel, but one has to start somewhere, and it is important to persist.
Among the chiefmost problems on our side, is that the secular media of “Christendom” have overwhelmingly betrayed. This, one might argue (as I have) has been the case since the later XVIIIth century, although seldom as vulgarly and ignorantly as now. Indeed, from the BBC to the Wicked Paedia they are unambiguously on the other side, and too, shameless liars. They rattle on and on about the wreckage in Gaza, where the Israelis do not intentionally execute civilians, while holding their silence (for instance) on the five hundred thousand Christians who have been massacred by Muslims, in Nigeria alone. President Trump would be, I think, wise to ignore the media, except when he can do them some crippling injury. For as William Blake observed, in a Proverb, “The busy bee has no time for sorrow.” Or more explicitly, “Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.” We, or should I say he, is at war, simultaneously with the Mullahs and the Democrats.
There will be casualties, such as among my readers; someone goes hysterical whenever I open my mouth. It is the Age of Bafflegab, as my papa used to say, and anyone who speaks will find that he has alienated a few more former allies, when he drifts into the truth.