The death of the Queen of England strikes me as almost meaningless. The ascension of her lame duck son to the throne is a massive “also ran.” The substantially reduced power and potential of the British Empire compared to that which Elizabeth II inherited the better part of a century ago, and the ceding of that power to globalist shills and bankers is indeed a reason for western men of virtue to mourn. The power bills are getting higher, the cost of food and shipping more exorbitant, the wars for money more laundered. I find it hard to see how Elizabeth II did anything more than preside over the collapse of civilization while doing little about it beyond following the advice of wicked counselors.

“Her strength was her silence,” one pundit said, a tear in his eye.

Camelot has indeed become a silly place.

So much for “divination [being] on the lips of the king” (Pr. 16:10). As long as we also forget that “diverse weights and measures are an abomination to Jesus” (Pr. 20:23), we can all traipse merrily along pretending that Epstein was just a fluke, that ESG ratings really have our best interests in mind, that there are no demons who know their time is short and that sin is just a little smudge on the otherwise glistening human soul.

Go have a pizza and a beer.

But I’ll pass on this round. I don’t see the value in believing in any of these elite talking faces and their managerial gods. I don’t see much difference between a King who abandons his convictions just because he was crowned and a self-righteous jerk who plays a virtuous hero on TV. A monarch who does not reign is an actor. We’ve got plenty of those to spare. It’s the banks who call the shots anyway. The House of Windsor is just a front, a game of distraction to keep you from noticing who is really pulling the strings.

“A man’s heart plans his way, but his steps are directed by Jesus Christ” (Pr. 16:9). “How much better to get wisdom than gold! And to get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver” (Pr. 16:16).

I understand that it is bad form to speak ill of the dead. But I believe it is also a vile wickedness to eulogize with lies. If the “Defender of the Faith” died with her hope in Jesus, then I look forward to bowing beside her on the last day. But based upon the world she inherited to reign over and the radically decayed world she left to her incompetent son, I am happy to stand aside from all the hoopla and call it as I see it – I believe this was one of the worst (apostate) monarchies in the history of the Christian West. 

“Trust not in princes, nor in a son of man in whom there is no help. His spirit departs and he returns to the earth. In that very day his plans perish. Happy is he who has the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in Jesus Christ, his God” (Ps. 146:3-5).

May Jesus Christ give us good kings! And until that day, may he prevent us from saying, “Peace! Peace!” when there clearly is none.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian