by Glenn Fairman 6/27/16
In calling down from Heaven the first postulate of prudent government, England’s own G.K Chesterton once exhorted us that “It is hard to make government representative when it is also remote.” And in light of last week’s events, that Prince of Paradox might also have offered that a people enamored with its kings finally saw fit to dispense with its oligarchs. Yes, contrary to every hysterical prediction provided by globalist poseurs with bad haircuts, the Patriot’s Dream prevailed – leaving waffling Belgians apoplectic. In the end, the pound dropped but the sky did not cave. Indeed, the great unwashed, proving that one can still lie back and think of England, pumped 9 grams behind the ear of a beast grown fat on a diet of British prerogatives.
In retrospect, so loud were the plaintive cries of elitists that it brought to mind the Kaiser’s march through Liège during the Great War. The hoary prospect of Cosmopolitan Europe’s impending doom – delivered by a pastiche of eel and egg eating peasants – provoked cranky mother oaths from the spoilt children of Euro-Disney. The epithets of: nationalist, racist, nativist, xenophobe, and troglodyte were hurled as so much excrement from a monkey’s cage at voters who wanted only to take back the reins from the new patrician class: those sheiks hell bent on converting Rule Britannia to Cairo on the Thames.
Although accused of harboring the small and narrow parochial vision, Brexit emerged as the headiest of patriotic movements with an eye aimed towards pulling the fork from the light socket before Pemberley burned down. Now, if “narrow” means national sovereignty, then it was deemed preferable to that broad but unmarked path to cultural negation. And as if on cue, Chesterton assures us: “Modern broad-mindedness benefits the rich; and benefits nobody else.”
In the field of mathematics and science, the aggregation of facts into larger and more elegant wholes – even unto laws, is how the disciplines proceed. Yet, it will never be so with men and their politics. An untidy mankind will always elude the contingency of the material world because they are differentiating and valuing beings who are servants to their hearts and what they hold freely as first things. The blessings of friendship and the association with like-minded beings are the first fruits of family and village. The art of the political, in its greatest sense, is a coming together of equals for the purpose of the Good Life: where nodes of power are centered close to home, and a people’s laws and customs annunciate that shared organic hope.
The dream of a United Europe has forever been a historical pipedream, but its acceptance gained a large measure of traction in the days since Napoleon. And to its eternal credit, Great Britain put a sword to that tyranny. Today, in the hands of a post-Christian elite devoid of a spiritually-unifying moral center, the EU is a bloodless oligarchic abstraction postulated on the low bedrock of a Marxian interpretation of Man. Bereft of a higher vision, economic action is held primary to essence, history and inheritance. Because they have aimed their sights so low, what are now the hollow core remains of Christendom become a mere way station of Nietzschean “Last Men” awaiting the grim tutelage of Islam Ascendant. For those Deconstructionist Conditioners in Brussels who would make smooth the path of a future Nimrod: A Syrian is a Brit, a German is a Greek, and a Frenchman is a Swede. Indeed, their project would discount the thousands of discreet political decisions a community makes over a man’s lifespan, writing off the uniqueness that territory and blood offer in: religion, creed, wealth, geography, institutions, rights, and duties that have percolated up from the soil of communal value.
In practice, this procrustean template of “one size fits all” works as well in this Frankensteinian mishmash of nation states as it does in the shoe store. Leaving aside the corruption, unaccountability of elites and their sea of onerous regulations, the EU’s byzantine economic structure holds captive the more diligent and wealthy regions as de facto guarantors of peoples harboring the “Mediterranean Attitude.” The arrangement is nothing less than servitude writ grand. In using an example which even a romantic utopian might understand: Consider that Cousin Aristotle from Greece has come to call for another loan from the deep pockets of dour Uncle Otto on the Rhine. It is the EU which will negotiate the extortion……er, make the necessary exchange to the satisfaction of no one except Ari and his seaside Uzo connection. In this relationship, where the prodigality of Peter is credited to Paul, no sacrifice is ever deemed too big as far as the “Euro-family” is concerned.
We are living in a time that requires grand gestures and not myths. The West is in dire need of great-hearted men pledged to Heaven and yet armed with a patrimony of shared memory and traditions. Once again the conservatism of England’s Chesterton serves as a guiding light, just as it urges us to look over our shoulders:
Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to that arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around.
Those oligarchs “walking around” to and fro on the earth are dedicated to their malignant universal vision of herding and mixing peoples, and so they have dispensed with the lessons of history and reason – reckoning sheer audacity as circumspection. Those who would promulgate the Myth of the European are cut from the same cloth as their contemptuous brethren who rule across the pond. Having pronounced Man as a purely malleable and consuming being, they have taken fire into their breasts and marvel that they are burned.
An ominous meme scorching its path across the internet stands as testimony that fables are only as strong as the imaginations that conjure them. It would seem to warrant America’s careful consideration:
We are not one race.
We are not one global nation.
We are not one global religion.
We are not one liberal moral code.
We are not one gender.
We are not under one government.
We are not globalists.
We are not one.
We are individuals.
We are sovereign nations.
We are exiting your system.
Hear us loud and clear.
You have been warned.
Glenn Fairman returns from the wilderness and writes from Highland, Ca.
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