I stand before you this day as man, never more than a man and often less, and I acknowledge in all love and humility that you are also men, mere mortals like me. However, I also acknowledge that you are different from me — different in the sense that the burden you carry, your vocation together with its obligations, is far heavier and has far greater and far more reaching consequences than any burden that ever has or will fall upon my shoulders. So, it is with a heavy heart and no great certitude as to the outcome that I address you, the Lord’s senior servants, as I do hereunder.
If you look around you with eyes fully open you will see that your Flocks — those simple, decent people who look to you for temporal guidance and protection as well as spiritual — are not simply being decimated, they are being exterminated or, in the case of the not so lucky few who survive the swords of Islam, enslaved. From the Middle East through Africa to the Far East the ravening savages of the Prophet of Mecca and Medina are on the march again in pursuit of their eternal quest, the global Caliphate, and the tides of blood grow higher each day.
And you, with a few notable exceptions, what do you do? Well, I will tell what you are seen to be doing — or rather not doing — and how your actions reflect in the eyes of the common man as he watches these same hordes gathering in less than quiet readiness in our Western homelands.
Time after time after time after time when faced with this catastrophic sequence of events you do not take Islam and its proponents openly and firmly to task, except on the odd occasion where then you shortly thereafter retract and apologise for speaking truth in daylight. Instead you seek to compromise, to mollify, excuse or appear to close in some form of professional ranking with these purveyors of death and destruction. In so doing we, your Flock, lose ground and lives with every backward step you take. Can you not understand that to a Muslim turning the other cheek is but a way of presenting your and our necks for severance?
Why do you not understand this?
Surely you must be aware that the Imams, Ayatollahs, Mullahs, Muttawas of Islam and their lay proselytisers within and without the Ecumene are well-practised in the black arts of disinformation and dissemblance. Indeed, their Book mandates such procedures in their dealings with you and us, we whom they refer to as Kuffar, and yet you persist, even after fourteen centuries of exposure to this practice, in either failing to recognise or refusing to acknowledge the reality. Again and again it is we that end up paying the ultimate price for this dereliction of your moral and spiritual duties.
And yet, and yet, as the butcher’s bill rises by an order of magnitude almost daily, still you gentlemen in the main continue to play dice with your own immortal souls, seemingly unknowing or uncaring that one day you will have to stand before the Gates and answer for the way those dice rolled as below you the black cloud of slavery only slightly muffles the sound of clanking chains and the crack of whips.
Gentlemen, I am of a mind that the answer to what I presume to be your dilemma, and our physical salvation, lies in your relocating some of your moral vertebrae, and, like your predecessors did so many times in the past when confronted by the ancestors of these same barbarians, become again the Church Militant.
Furthermore, I suggest, even beg, that henceforth your only refrain should be…
Bring me my bow of burning gold!…and I do not mean in any metaphorical sense either, please note.
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire! *
Thank you for listening. Please bear in mind that I expect nothing of our political classes but I would hope for so much more from you.
in Middle England as we approach the Ides of August 2014 CE.
* William Blake, from “And did those feet in ancient time”, 1804
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