Archive for July, 2024
30 Jul 2024

How Iran Covers the Olympics

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29 Jul 2024

Nice Lecture on Bach

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HT: Karen L. Myers.

29 Jul 2024

Adieu, House of Lords!

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Another great traditional institution is destined to fall due to another Labour victory.

An edited version of remarks delivered by Andrew Roberts at the House of Lords on July 23, 2024.

My Lords, it would be churlish not to congratulate the Labour Party on its stunning victory on the fourth of July and unpatriotic not to wish the Government luck and a fair wind. Since the abolition of the hereditary element in this House was in their manifesto, and of course they have the political power to enact it, all I want to do today is speak as an historian about the effect of breaking this living link that we presently have with Britain’s past.

Burke tells us, “Society is indeed a contract . . . it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.” The hereditary element in this place represents—I hope hereditary Peers in this debate will not mind this characterization—the “dead” part of that contract, for they do not merely represent themselves here; they also represent their ancestors, whose often glorious deeds have made Britain the country that she is today.

When we see the noble Lord, Lord Ponsonby, for example, as well as the good-natured and highly intelligent fellow who sits on the Labour Front Bench, we also see the shade of his great-great-great-grandfather, Major General Sir Frederick Ponsonby, whose charge of the twelfth Light Dragoons helped save the Union Brigade at a critical moment of the Battle of Waterloo—which, of course, was won by the ancestor of another of our present-day Members of this House, the noble Duke, the Duke of Wellington. The noble Lord, Lord Cromwell, who is speaking in this debate, holds a title that, for all that it went into abeyance for four hundred years, was created in 1375, six hundred fifty years ago next year—nearly two-thirds of a millennium.

We are surrounded by ghosts in this Chamber, but they are the ghosts of the great. One of the speakers in this debate from the Liberal Benches will be the noble Viscount, Lord Thurso. At a crucial moment for the continued existence of this country, in May 1940, his grandfather, Sir Archibald Sinclair, put party differences to one side to make his old comrade from the trenches, Winston Churchill, Prime Minister. He was Secretary of State for Air during the Battle of Britain. Then, only three months after he left that vital post, his place was taken by Viscount Stansgate, a decorated RAF officer and, of course, the grandfather of our own noble Viscount, Lord Stansgate.

Some of the families represented in this House go back to the very founding of our country. The first Duke of Montrose—and we heard that moving statement from the eighth Duke—played a central part in the Act of Union that created the United Kingdom.

The greatness and the drama of our national past finds a living embodiment here in this Chamber in a way that does not exist in other Parliaments around the world. Once that link is broken, it cannot be reconstituted. To quote Burke again, “The age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists; and calculators has succeeded.” My Lords, I hope that, when the time comes to say farewell to the hereditary Peers, we will do so full of genuine gratitude for the centuries of service that they and their families have given this House and this country.

All of which proves that the Lords in 1911 should have listened to Lord Willoughby de Broke and called out the Household Cavalry to disperse the Commons when Asquith’s government undertook to ram through the Parliament Bill stripping the House of Lords of most of its power of veto.

27 Jul 2024

Tasteless Olympic Opening Ceremony

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Rod Dreher rightly found profoundly offensive both the Drag Queen Last Supper vignette and the really vile, supposedly cute skit treating with heartless and inhuman frivolity the murdered Queen of France and all the other 30-50,000 victims of the French Revolutionary Reign of Terror.

Making the beheaded puppet of Marie Antoinette sing the Ça ira abd then following with a rain of bright red streamers gleefully commemorating all the blood shed by la Révolution was really something very special.

Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates à la lanterne!
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates on les pendra!
Si on n’ les pend pas
On les rompra
Si on n’ les rompt pas
On les brûlera.
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira
les aristocrates à la lanterne!
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira
les aristocrates on les pendra!

Nous n’aurons plus ni nobles, ni prêtres,
Ah ! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira,
L’égalité partout régnera.
L’esclave autrichien le suivra,
Ah ! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira,
Et leur infernale clique
Au diable s’envolera.
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira
les aristocrates à la lanterne!
Ah! ça ira, ça ira, ça ira Ah!
les aristocrates on les pendra!
Et quand on les aura tous pendus
On leur fichera la pelle au cul

Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
aristocrats to the lamp-post
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
the aristocrats, we’ll hang them!

If we don’t hang them
We’ll break them
If we don’t break them
We’ll burn them
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
aristocrats to the lamp-post
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
the aristocrats, we’ll hang them!

We shall have no more nobles nor priests
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
Equality will reign everywhere
The Austrian slave shall follow him
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
And their infernal clique
Shall go to hell
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
aristocrats to the lamp-post
Ah! It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine, It’ll be fine
the aristocrats, we’ll hang them!
And when we’ll have hung them all
We’ll stick a shovel up their arse.

Edmund Burke had better taste and sense.

It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in,—glittering like the morning-star, full of life and splendor and joy. Oh! what a revolution! and what an heart must I have, to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall! Little did I dream, when she added titles of veneration to those of enthusiastic, distant, respectful love, that she should ever be obliged to carry the sharp antidote against disgrace concealed in that bosom! little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor, and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.

27 Jul 2024

Good Anti-Kamala Ad

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22 Jul 2024

Read the Tweet at the Bottom First

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HT: Karen L. Myers.

22 Jul 2024

He’s Perfectly Right

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22 Jul 2024

Biden Steps Down

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20 Jul 2024

Two Country Western Singers Take On Nessum Dorma

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These guys are good!

20 Jul 2024

Oldest Fencing School in Paris

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Messy Nessy visits the Salle d’Armes Coudurier, founded in 1886 and just about unchanged today.

I’d love to be in Paris, younger and with working knees.

15 Jul 2024

Watch It in Real Time!

The crowd could see him. Why not the Secret Service?

15 Jul 2024

Realism!

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