Amid all this wrangling over weaponised dustbins, we are in danger of losing sight of some of the finer things that ought to be preserved after the dawn of liberty


David Davis

I am not sure if the present Queen will survive to the age when she might be graciously allowed to preside over a Libertarian Great Britain, or even a Scotland-Wales-and-Ulster (England having left the UK and possibly requiring something else.) She is already old, and our triumph must still be a long way off as things go now. We must probably pin our hopes on Kate Middleton.

But the survival of quaint, harmless and deeply-morally-based rituals, in the few odd cracks and crannies of what remains of English Civilisation after the various successive ZanuLieBorgs that followed Lord Salisbury, is a good sign.

It is doubtful if there are more than 5 million people alive in the Uk today who know what Maundy Money means; how it originated, or what it represents theologically. Certainly it is not taught any more in Scumbag Schools, either as part of “R E” or anything else – let alone history. No other national traditions have anything similar so far as I know.

Kevin Myers, the great Irish journalist and Man of Letters, once wrote that a key positive of liberal democratic civilisations is that great uplifting liberty and freedom to forget. To be allowed, ultimately, to forget what things mean, that are done by big states – even in the end he said, for example, to forget in the centuries to come why we uncomprehendingly will hand each other poppies in the street on 11th November every year.

The poor wretched subjects of Kim Jong-Il (a troid which this blog loves to hate, for he is bad) are not allowed to forget who is their terrorizer and slave-driver: not allowed to forget what missiles and tanks they now possess, and are weekly paraded before their massed phalnaxes of hungry despairing cheerleaders. The poor Cubans are not allowed to forget the dead GramscoMarxiaNazi pig Castro, even though he died some four years ago) as actroids are wheeled sequentially out to become him, haranguing their cheering thriongs hour after hour, after hour, afte hour. And then on the Wireless, later.

But forgetting is what Free Peoples are allowed to do. It is an astonishing relief; what remains is the necessary social binding between free individuals who must and need to interact in autonomous ways, through the Market and through the normal guidelines of ordinary sociableness that define us as the thinking animal which first did language, for co-operation and survivability.

Nobody I bet you who you ask in the street today will give a f*** about Maundy Money: 91.267% of respondents will think you deranged for even asking. Many indeed of them are trying desperately to pay Gordon Brown’s bills: no washing of the feet of the poor for him! Ugh. Socialists historically who have met poor people, decide they don’t like them very much, and  bugger off. In their black cars.

If we should ever succeed in forging a libertarian civilisation, here or anywhere, I would like to think that things like Maundy Money will survive. This in particular links the “Sovereign” with the rest of ordinary mortals, and shows that – whatever might have gone before – they are people too, and recognise a universal moral authority above themselves.

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2 responses to “Amid all this wrangling over weaponised dustbins, we are in danger of losing sight of some of the finer things that ought to be preserved after the dawn of liberty

  1. If readers can stand listening to the stammering (the gentleman is not a gifted speaker ad libitum, although the interviewer did a bad job, too), Mr Jack Vance in the following somewhere does a wonderful job nonetheless, of speaking up for tradition:

    http://bodwyn.wordpress.com/2009/01/21/jack-vance-interview/

    It comes from the heart, too, indeed, this is the substance of some of Vance’s most brilliant future-history, especially The Anome series, in which The Anome (unlike Tony Blair will as EU “President!”) does NOT interfere and merely, secretly, observes — and protects — the divergent evolutions of hundreds of human-infested worlds. Conflicts and all. If he interferes, in camera, it is mainly to scuttle the machinations of do-gooders. (In the same way The Institute, in which Mr Bodwyn Wook is a functionary, exists mainly to stymie “progressive” notions.)

    By the way, what about Oak Apple Day and chasing each other with fistfuls nettles? Have the NuLbour therapists mananged to do in this one, under the rubric of…”bullying?” After a return here after Easter in the Spring of 1959, during which an aunt had told stories, I tried bringing this in, in South Minneapolis, and…THE shit hit the fan!

    PS: Did you get “my” email? It was pretty much dictated by Wook, who can be a griffin, but anyhow he is wondering and lurching in the barn, swearing about it just now..

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