"Castle of Christ" Part II [Episode 5]
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In the awful wake of Christian Rome’s collapse a few brave souls and a few holy saints—among them Saint Martin of Tours and St. Genevieve of  struggled to keep what remained of Western Civilization intact. They stood as little islands of hope in world consumed by barbarian flames and populated by the empty husk of sacked cities. 

In this episode we learn how one of these little islands of hope became the Kingdom of France with the conversion of King Clovis to Christianity. We learn how one little king through acts of intense personal courage and shrewd political maneuvering, and also by the Grace of God, set his kingdom on a course from a war-torn province of a ravaged empire to become the cosmopolitan heart of Christian Civilization: the Eldest Daughter of the Church. 

Adhering entirely to the podcast’s dedication to find and explore justice and right order, to find the truth, our returning guests Monsieur and Expat also discuss suggestions by some that King Clovis and political as well as pious motivations. Yet whatever his motives may or may not have been, there is no denying that by his action King Clovis laid the foundation for the Kingdom of France, the rampart of Christian Civilization: the Castle of Christ. 

​,Almost certainly the most effective operation, so far, that the demagogues have allowed to slither out from under their nightmare factories is their wholesale conquest and occupation, for all intents and purposes, of the medium of popular communication. I have seen recently the election commercials, those inflicted on us prior to the midterm Congressional elections. I have never seen a more ghastly and grotesque series of productions, and these productions appeal to the lowest common denominator of their collective audiences.
 
I am very sad to say that the endless cascade of  sound bites never once produced a logical, reasonable, or even basically coherent argument to justify their proposal. Indeed you will hear more sense coming out of a carnival barker who is hosting a traveling Freak Show. Only the most bare, unlovely , reptilian parts of the intellect are appealed to: support THING X or you will lose your access to food, water, breathable air, or, most importantly of all, your prescription medicines.
 
If I was made to produce a political commercial today, I would just show the people who didn’t vote for my measure spontaneous exploding into flame, as if by a natural process. “You voted NO on ZZ56(B)?!?! shouts the woman with mean eyes. Beside her the morbidly obese fellow only has time to go slack-jawed with a sneer before going *poof* like a Roman Candle. The only problem with that would be it uses speech, to really be effective the master director would somehow have to communicate meaning by nonverbal speech, perhaps by grunting and waving arms around.
 
Consider the times. A government “of the people” is congealing nicely into the Inner and Outer Party. It is operated by lawyers so wretched that ambulance chasers look virtuous. Ostensibly created for the people in reality it now forms a slush fund for the politicos. Outrageously this motley crew has been allowed to refer to the money they extract  exorbitantly from American workers and employers as revenue. It naturally follows I suppose that we should expect and accept withering new rounds of taxes under the threadbare pretence of helping the livestock from falling prey to overcrowded conditions. They aren’t able to be nimble, but being the clever devils that they are they realize they no longer need bother with agility, and employing only the least possible effort, have, by the very next commercial, proposed still more bills of tax to make sure suburban neighbourhoods will experience overcrowded conditions. Since when has this Bolshevism become chic in my country? Will the angry denizens of the streets soon be wearing little red stars when they come to enforce rent and property equality? And such viciousness is these protestors and 'activists'...friend, the political maniac during the day becomes a merciless criminal by night.
 
After that we get an additional treat, we get to see the insane eyes of the evening news anchors, spinning around inside those demented skulls, glaring at us as they issue endless duckspeak listing why all of these lunatic novelties are so necessary to keep the earth, and their lies, spinning. Not one person out on the streets, that I have seen at least, has ever been heard mentioning the fact that we experience 2% aggregate inflation per annum, and that this is deemed by the masters and handmaidens of the dollar to be an acceptable level, a desirable level, of the reduction of our individual wealth and purchasing power. That is to say they are content  to see and to cause the daily reduction  of our ability to make choices.
 
And that 2% per annum figure is only the official report, which happens to be released by the same organization who’s interested is to see a continuation every year of the 2% rule. You know from your own experiences inflation is far, far higher.
 
I say all of this merely to illustrate one simple, critical point: reasonable people have been persuaded to believe the most insane and nonsensical collection of mini autocrats the world has ever seen and who between the two  factions have a 100% chance of perpetual power, are the most ideal people to form a government over them. Meanwhile, in the significant corollary, the same people understand a monarch, a Christian king or queen,  only through the warped and stupefying lens of a Disney cartoon. In this cartoon the King is evil and usually fat and miraculously able to take everything from everyone while still maintaining an iron grip over their minds. 
 
Here is a little bit of reality to see you happily off and along on your way: in those days when there were true monarchies in Europe individuals had far more freedom to make choices, Christianity was upheld as the ideal and transmitted a Christian dignity to society, taxes, yes I said taxes, were far simpler and far fewer, warfare was incredibly limited by today’s standards  and was conducted according to strict rules in place to protect non-combatants, and the Supernatural Law of God and Natural Law of the Universe ordered communities in right relationships. Those of us alive today will be perhaps the last to know about true human civility and to know what it was like to grow up in a world where there was safety, where there was logic, and where there was love. 
 
If you are fortunate then you will still have choices available to you. Some people no longer have that, in fact an increasing number of people no longer have that ability. You may laugh and dismiss me if I say that 400 or 500 years ago the average person had more choices than you. You can buy one of 7,000 smartphones and you may choose your car to be any color that you wish or get any ghoulish tattoo you would like, but do you have the ability to truly decide that you wish to take a job as a farmer and so have no employer over you and no manager managing you (save distantly those who protect and inform you) rather than become a de facto, in many cases de jure, wage slave? Try going out and working some land, even your own land, and see how long you can stay out of the multitudinous tentacles of the modern-day state, all encompassing and yet without substance .
 
The revolutionists have done their work efficiently, the herd is bewildered and spooked. We are approaching the cliff’s edge and the sun is setting quickly, in the growing darkness it becomes difficult to see how far away from the precipice you are.  You see the evidence of it around you with your eyes, your skin tingles as if caught in an icy wind as you sense it close to you, you hear it in the distance and you fear it deep in your bones. In the time before the revolutions monarchs, and most especially embodied by the kings of France, did not purport to be the of the left or of the right or any other fake designation you may like, no. The Christian monarch did not lead from the right or the left ; the Christian monarch led from behind, from in front,  from the sides, wherever they were needed to go to make sure their flock was kept safe. By and large the unchristian rulers of our world took power over from the carefully sacrificed Christian monarchs before them. We killed justice and created regulations , we  profaned humanity and called it behavior, we banished virtue and everywhere set up altars to vice largely and pathetically because the new and unconventional was thrilling. And now you were thinking to yourself that the hideous social controls and ever more naked, draconian repression of true intellectualism sound satanic. If so, then congratulations, you are correct, and your mind is still perceiving the world as it is. All of this indeed comes directly from the Devil, the pseudo - geniuses ruling the Earth wish to create and are creating a  Potemkin Utopia, a  perversion of Heaven, and ultimately, inexorably shall build up a new hell. 
 
This ages-old  subversion evidences itself because, if we are honest with ourselves, the spiritual truths of it are stamped upon the soul and conscience of all. The only reason perceptible by the human intellect for the devil’s Rebellion against God is for the sake of pride. So too it is the case of simple pride that keeps people so spellbound to the increasingly lethal bureaucratic labyrinth crushing down on our shoulders. Though in fact they have no power they willingly keep goodness out of power, and all for the sake of imagining they have power. To bend the knee to a monarch who is crowned in a very real sense by God does not diminish excellence or dignity but on the contrary extols it by honoring the place of God and themselves in creation. The genius Mr. Burke observe all of this long ago and with much keener insight. 
 
That is the crux of it I suppose, the operative rules for these disgusting commercials, the unholy center of revolutionism,  the invisible bonds that hold the entire wicked and self-destructing system together, they are all made of the same substance… pride. Pride in the form of an apprentice worker refusing to acknowledge the skill of the master, pride in the form of a person who decides to alter  the molecular composition of natural existence because they wish to unmake what is made, and obviously pride in the form of one person unwilling to have another acknowledged as being superior to them. The idea that people ought to be protected from arbitrary judgements made over them is not a new phenomenon, every popular government in the history of the world has practiced it since the beginning of time. We are not all born equal,  we shall not all die equally, and those voices of equality seek to oppress all of us in alarmingly unequal ways.
 
Take five seconds and think back to when you were a child. Now take five seconds and consider the world around you. Do you think you will still have as many choices tomorrow as you did today?

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That is what we propose to do, with you, we seek to find out what lies beneath the surface of a fake historical narrative and to illustrate the underlying principles behind so called democratic regimes in history.

To understand the world you live in you must explain what revolutionism is. To explain revolutionism you must find a nearly perfect example, one which is so purely given over to chaos and unpredictability that someone like Pol Pot could swoon. That ultimate revolution is the French Revolution.

​Explore the French Revolution. Put away the propaganda of oppresion via a ruinously taxed poor and preconceptions about eating cake. If you want to truly appreciate the Who’s, What’s, When’s, Where’s, and Why’s of the world you live in consider yourself cordially invited to do so.