Things are come over the last few days, and indeed hours, to a peculiarly acute pitch in America, and so in the wider West of which she is by historical accident – which is to say, by divine Providence – at present the head. America is now, for better or worse, the lead ram of the herd. Whither America goes, the rest shall follow. So we find that the entire West is at this hour poised on a world historical knife’s edge. If things go one way in America, the entirety of Christendom outside Russia will fall into rank apostasy, and so, into social chaos, poverty, and war. If they go the other, then might the West join with our Russian brothers in a renascence of Christian orthodoxy, and so of social health; of sanity, and so of peace, and of justice.
The gut feeling I have about all this is that the old wineskin of the liberal Establishment Narrative is bursting at the seams. The new wine is pouring forth, unstoppably. The only question is whether it shall pour forth tidily or not. My bet is, not. The old wineskin was after all built well, to begin with, and therefore robustly, sturdily. It will not evaporate. It will resist its own dissolution in the flood of New Wine.
New Wine there is, aplenty. New things are afoot. A wholly new game is under way. The signs are everywhere. To it, the rules of the old game are simply inapposite.
Here’s to preference cascades; here’s to metanoia; here’s to Nakedness, of the Emperor and of all others – aye, and most especially, of our own. Let all be made clear, so that none may deny it.
Let God arise, and let his enemies be scattered; let them also that hate him fly before him. As smoke is driven away, so drive them away: as wax melteth before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of God. But let the righteous be glad and rejoice before God; let them also be merry, and joyful.
Be of good cheer, my friends and shieldmates. All is in hand, whatever the outcome of this particular day. On then.
PS: Perhaps it goes without saying, but then again perhaps I should say it: even if, God forbid, our Enemy should prevail in this day for a time, and yea even for a time and one half a time, and to our own personal temporary detriment, yet still would that bode well in the end for our side. For why? Why, because confusion is itself the enemy of confusion. The more confusion wins, the more it loses; for, confusion confuses its own, and hurts all their projects, wounding them radically even unto destruction.
There’s just no way to be good, in any way at all – no way to be durable, or strong, or robust – by being wicked.
The cure of evil is evil itself. Such is the inescapable predicament of our Enemy. His loss is doomed by mere logic.