THE OLD HYMNS ARE SCARCE LATELY

An old hymn of Empire, of Britannia, and the favorite hymn of Queen Elizabeth, at least at one time:



Irrelevant you say?


Well, I would invite my readers to tell us what the favorite hymn of other world leaders is:


Barak Obama- "The church's one foundation is now the Muslim sword"?


Nicolas Sarcozy- "I am the One I love the most"


Angela Merkal- "Roll out the barrel"?


Vladimir Putin- "Pass me not on my Harley Davidson"?


Wen Jiabao- "When I hear my name in heaven, I will buy stock"?


Robert Mugabe- "I'll be a killer for Jesus"?


The Royal Family may be a bit of a disappointment in recent year, what with wandering libidos etc, but it seems quite clear the they are still much more salted than the other choices.


One day, after the nations have wearied themselves by thrashing one another, a King will come and rule the whole earth from Jerusalem:



Revelation 21:22 And I saw no temple therein: for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.
23 And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof.
24 And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.


Of all the world leaders, I suspect Queen Elizabeth would be the least confused by that empire.

AMBITION-- IN AFRICA, OR THE OVAL OFFICE-- YES, BUT NOT IN A WOG FROM EAST LOS ANGELES PLEASE

If Darin's patriarch had not been grabbed by slavers long ago in Ghana, his ambition today would be right in style.


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Or, if Darin had been sired by a Kenya drunk in Hawaii, and if he made it all the way to the White House, his ambition would be anticipated, and his lie about his home's value would be overlooked by the press and Congress.


So, what is the issue. He lied about the value of his home, did he not? That is high crime and must be punished by prison. Well then, why do all these Congressmen lie and lie and lie, cheat the system, and why do the super rich lie and only have to pay up the difference when caught?


In case you did not notice, we now live in a high class banana republic. The power above grabs you by the genitiles to make sure you are not a terrorist, and they pour over your tax return in the hope they can make a criminal of you. 


I AM NOT trying to make an apologetic for deceit and graft by the masses. What is sad is that the hammer is put to and masses and not the asses.


Now, what has this got to do with the Empire Lost? 


The parallel is exactly the same in the UK and the old Commonwealth nations that are now liberated. Ambition is still admired, but it is fulfilled by thugs and scoundrels. 

YOU ARE BREAKING THE LAW, BUT GODADDY IS NOT

Here is the mind of those who want to nanny the Internet. Bob Parsons, CEO of GoDaddy web registration service went to Zimbabwe to shoot elephants. He chose the most corrupt African nation that is easy to bribe for anything he wants. He displaced the African game wardens who usually shoot rogue elephants. And, he got his "bag" of elephants.

Here is a partial quote from Domain Sentral

Earlier this year, GoDaddy CEO Bob Parsons made news after taking a trip to Africa.

Was he there working with impoverished African children or supporting an important charity.

Again, Bob Parsons and GoDaddy have made news, this time for announcing their support for the Internet Censorship bill SOPA, which experts have said would destroy the Internet as we know it, adopting a system of government censorship similar to that of Iran and China.

GoDaddy had stated previously that it believed SOPA was "a welcome step in the right direction",oice support for the controversial bill.

GoDaddy goes on to condemn the ease with which people can conduct illegal activity like selling fake drugs and sharing copyrighted material on the Internet today and dismisses concerns about the potential drawbacks of SOPA and the Protect IP Act.

So, the hypocrite condemns law breakers. I wonder if he would allow the possibility to bribe one's way into the Internet via Zimbabwe and destroy the big Internet Elephants who trample the little people.

See the whole article at the link above:

African proverb:

When the elephants fight, only the grass gets hurt.

Parsons is typical of the crass elite in high places who want the world to bow to their lusts while the little people below obey the law.

IN WHAT OTHER PARLIAMENT OR LEGISLATURE ON EARTH WOULD MEMBERS FEEL FREE TO DO THIS?

VIDEO OF KENYA PARLIAMENT IN SESSION


If you cannon understand everything as I can (grew up in Kenya), at the end the issue at hand is made clear.

KIPLING AND THE WOGS

Rudyard Kipling was an amazing writer. Poetry and prose and anything that he could think of came flowing from him. But, what was he all about?


Kipling was a product of the British Empire. His days in India made him very fond of the Indian people, but he clearly was a full participant in the Raj mind set. Now, lest you think that is hypocrisy, consider the German, Itaniam, French, and Belgian colonialists.


Germans were brutes and did nothing to improve the lot of their subjects except to teach them to be good slaves or get the "kiboko" the whip. Italians went back and forth from beating the natives to marrying them. They were classically pragmatic toward their subjects. The Belgians did not mix with the natives, claiming they did not want to spoil them. So, when the Belgians left the Congo, the natives had not preparation for "independance" and they came to the missionaries still in Congo with empty baskets asking for their "independance". Pathetic.


To the British rule India is the witness. Though they had to agitate for their freedom in the end, India today is the largest parliamentary government in the world, and they have taken the heritage the British have left them and added red tape and pompous procedures that any member of the House of Lords should be proud of.


So, let us see Kipling at his schizophrenic best, or worst, in poetic form. I say "worst" not about his form, which is fantastic. Rather, "worst" in regard to the way the British could not decide whether to hug a Hindu of flog him, so they fawned over them as they wished they had been,,,,,,,,,,,




GUNGA DIN

You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.


Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
   
He was "Din! Din! Din!
  You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
    Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
    Water, get it!  ~Panee lao~!
  You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.


When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!"
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.


It was "Din! Din! Din!
  You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
    You put some ~juldee~ in it
    Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute
  If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.

With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back,
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
  

It was "Din! Din! Din!"
  With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
    When the cartridges ran out,
    You could hear the front-files shout,
  "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.


'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
 

It was "Din! Din! Din!
  'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
    'E's chawin' up the ground,
    An' 'e's kickin' all around:
  For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.


So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
   
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
  You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
    Though I've belted you and flayed you,
    By the livin' Gawd that made you,
  You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

REASON, PROGRESS, AND THE IMAGE OF GOD

This is an article on my journal, Blessed Quietness. I discuss the abandonment of the Reformation heritage in favor of Empire building. This then is used as a model for what we may expect in the USA if we continue on the course we are now on.


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ONE MAN'S VIEW OF THE END

This video is done by an Englishman with a heritage that is mysterious.



What arrogance. The Hidden Hand will rule soon, and they will not give mercy or consideration to anyone. While I share the speaker's intention to be informed, I do NOT share his arrogance before the storm of evil that is settling over the world.


Here in Texas there are ranches of hundreds of thousands of acres. They are encircled by three strands of barbed wire, and that wire, weak as it is, resists the urges of thousands of cattle to be free. In the end, the cattle accept their lot as somehow normal. They are fed, they are branded, and they are herded. There is even a measure of affection for the cattle by the rancher.


But, one day they are herded into trucks (lorries) and shipped off to feeding lots. Here, they are fattened on tasty corn and molasses. Finally, they are delivered to a meat packing company and made into bologna.


But, yonder is a huge bull. He walks about daily in frustration. When the rancher comes along, the bull makes short charges at the fence, but he stops just in time. The rancher laughs. 


But, another day the bull, for some reason, charges the fence and snaps the wire and passes on. He is cut up a bit, but he is free.


Free? This sounds noble, right? Well, the bull spends the rest of his life hiding in "brushy" wood lots along draws and far from the rancher. The bull becomes wary, and the bull becomes lean, and..... the bull becomes very hungry and thirsty.


Finally, the rancher sends out several cowboys to find the bull. When they find him, they rope him, and he is at once sold to the feed lot.


Same end, just a little protracted for the few.


So, as in the video, is the answer to stand up and tell the rancher that we will prevail, that the rancher will be destroyed simply because we are brave and can say Auuuuuummmm louder than he can? 


Zen never won a war.


I prefer another destiny. My destiny is in the hands of the creator of the rancher:



Psalms 8:3 When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
5 For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
6 Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet:
7 All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; 
8 The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!


Let us have none of this rubbish about the human spirit. Dominion taking is 100% by permission, not by bluster and bombast. The Lord of creation appoints his own to dominion, and only if they have a personal relationship with the Lord. 


The human spirit today is drunk on the opiate of materialism. As long as the rancher throws a bale of hay over the fence, the cattle are content.


My Lord is not such a mindless master:



John 14:1 Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me.
2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
4 And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.


If there is no hope other than our brazen arrogance, as the fellow in the video showed us, then I have no hope. We are not cattle. We are the children of God, and if he died for our salvation, he must intend for us to have a better ending than to puff up and talk big. 


I trust you share my hope. I can offer nothing better, and I do look forward to my Lord's deliverance for me.


What is YOUR hope. Make a comment please.