THE subjugation of Great Britain carries on apace, as does the violation of our defenceless daughters and the rapine of our treasure, paying for the invaders’ full board in hotels as troops in barracks, with our government’s tacit approval.
Further, suicide and infanticide have won support in the House of Commons.
All this in the ‘Pride Month’ of June.
Observing the scenery, George Galloway, the former Labour firebrand, exclaimed: ‘This is today’s Sodom and Gomorrah.’ Jacob Rees-Mogg, the centrist former Conservative MP, added: ‘It puts us back to ancient Roman times when infanticide was legal.’
Indeed, in ancient Rome, children were sacrificed to deities, such as Caelestis, the Heavens, Moon, and Fertility Goddess. As Rome turned Christian in 312 AD, the practice stopped. As we saw, it was reintroduced with a cheer a couple of weeks ago. The pagan goddess to whom we sacrifice today is the Climate.
Galloway and Rees-Mogg pointed to one of the most important reasons behind our country’s terminal malaise: our Christian roots have been severed.
Sin has disappeared.
Pride is celebrated, humility mocked; right and wrong inverted.
The hardworking punished, the feckless rewarded.
The patriot branded an ‘extremist right-wing terrorist,’ while the traitor is praised.
Truth is criminalised.
Indeed, the Prince of Peace’s name has been reduced to punctuation at the end of a sentence or, at best, half a curse, while criticism of his antithesis, Muhammad, is now blasphemy.
Our leaders have worked over decades to wrench us from Christianity.
Some might rejoice at the notion. ‘So what?’ they will say.
‘I don’t believe in the fairies in my back garden.’
‘I don’t need a special friend.’
It is, however, the cheering of the hubristically blind.
They see the leaf on the tree, not the burning forest in the background, and are left unable to link their cynical unbelief to our irrefutable civilisational collapse.
Even Richard Dawkins, the high priest of ‘belief in nothing’, has now professed, albeit late in the day, to be a ‘cultural Christian’ in the face of the growing influence of Islam, against which atheism is utterly powerless. It is perhaps worth understanding why.
Dawkins noted quite rightly that all that is beautiful and worthwhile in our culture stems from Christianity – from our traditions to our music; from our reverence for truth and logic; from our unrivalled architectural abilities to our ethics.
It is the Sermon on the Mount’s discipline, however difficult it is to live by but understood to be the gold standard for man’s yearned-for behaviour on earth, that has given our civilisation an incremental advantage over millennia – and over other, much less pro-human, creeds.
By looking after the weak, not least the unborn and the old, one strengthens society, and not vice versa. We have chosen to reverse the vice.
The State, though, is not and should not be the conduit through which charity is dispensed. Taxation is compulsory, akin to theft. It is not and never was the answer.
It must be clearly understood: Our civilisational success and the fertile ground on which it grew are two sides of the same coin. It is impossible simultaneously to claim love for our country and civilisation and be anti-Christian.
As the flames of paganistic revolutionary France raged across Europe for a long quarter of a century, culminating in Napoleon’s eventual defeat, Edmund Burke, the prescient late-18th-century MP, thought the Gospel to be inseparable from our Constitution and ‘the source of civilisation’.
Indeed, if you cut the umbilical cord between the source of life and its beneficiary, the latter dies, as a tree with no roots is bound to do.
This is where we are in the UK today.
The attack on Christianity is centuries old, unrelenting, and targeted.
From Rousseau to the French Revolution, from Marx to Starmer, the constant pouring of hatred on the metaphysical cornerstone of our civilisation has finally reached its apotheosis.
The alliance of anti-Christians, focused on our spiritual destruction, stands victorious in front of the ruins of what we once were.
Why?
The motivation is simple: to remove any constraints or moral discipline.
If there is no sin, there is neither guilt, shame, nor responsibility.
There are, in short, no boundaries.
A society that has no moral code, to which powerful and meek must adhere, means the inexorable application of guiltless force and shameless repression on the meek by the powerful.
On what criteria does this subjugation rest if there is no higher law?
Well, they become time-, situation-, and race-dependent, subject to the changeable whims of the powerful, the shorthand for which is a ‘two-tier system’.
And your judges will be of the intellectual calibre of Angela Rayner or Keir Starmer.
Having been on the most extreme fringes of the Left all his life, Starmer and his fellow travellers are utterly uninterested in reflecting upon the costs their Pyrrhic, godless ideological victory – along with the simultaneous invasion of a fully foreign creed of war – have imposed on the country.
As the Trojans found out, when the barbarians at the gates break through, they happily rule over rubble.
Killing the most vulnerable, turning a blind eye to the mass humiliation of our daughters, impoverishing the productive and giving away our sovereign inheritance, advising the old to commit suicide: Great Britain’s dominant cult of death is devouring all of what we were to justify its grotesque survival.
It has nowhere to go but self-destruction and maniacally rejoices as the flames reach ever higher, with a pyromaniac’s satanic delight.
In our current hypnotised state, defanged because decultured, and purposely ripped from our history as unborn babes from their mother’s womb, we have ended up standing for nothing.
And he who stands for nothing will fall for anything, as G K Chesterton said.
Great Britain has been judged and condemned. She is on her way to Calvary.
There is still a choice to make.
What’s it to be?
Who are we? And who are we going to be?
This article appeared in Country Squire Magazine on June 25, 2025, and is republished by kind permission.
