So another St. George's day has come and gone, and very few people probably noticed. After all, why would anyone really want to remember that the English, as a people, have a country and are a nation and that that nation has a patron Saint? The fashion of the day is to destroy the English (and all our fellow western brethren) and all we are and stand for by any means necessary, and one of the most effective ways to destroy a thing is to emasculate and ignore it unto death.
So really it shouldn't have been a surprise to see it reported yesterday that the EU(SSR) has made yet another move against England in refusing to even mention the country's name in maps. Nor, at the same time, to see a St. George's day parade binned for fear of race riots.
In many ways it wasn't surprising, but there were still a few shocks. Friends wished me a happy St George's day (first time ever), and the event did get
some attention in the MSM. Not the sort it should have, not the sort it deserves, of course, but we are talking about the MSM. Nobody expects pigs to fly, after all.
So perhaps there's hope after all. Perhaps we can win, and who better to lead the charge than St. George, he of the fairy-tale legend and legendary
reality? (And really, who's to say the fairy-tale is of less importance? As
Chesterton said, “
Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”)
Why the importance? Why does it matter? Simple. As Hilary le Blanche of the Golden Boot
explained the other day:
"
It's not about the country "Britain", still less about that weird semi-fictional homunculus, Yookay. Unlike that other place I used to live, the state is not the nation. It's England. It's the nation, the soil, the breath, the blood. Our blood."
I've touched on this issue
before, and I get the feeling I'm going to be saying this a lot before I'm finished with all this, but the real point is (as Hilary highlights) that we used to have a sense and being of a people. The English were a Nation in the sense of being a people united by blood and soil. Then the State arose to look after the interests of the Nation and we got the Nation-State. Today, however, we are forced, on pain of physical, financial and other persecutions, to be a State-Nation. Where before the Nation was what it was and the State was there for it, today the State presumes to not only dictate that the Nation is there to serve the State, but to say that the Nation is whatever the State says it is. Hence, from the Gospel of Chairman Brown (and chums), any moslem or warmonger or other Other just off the boat is as English as real blood English so long as he's got the right papers.
Somehow I don't think so.
St George's day is important for the English for two main reasons; firstly for reminding us of the importance of staying true to the faith, both by his example and his being patron saint of the Crusades (and the
New Crusaders); and secondly by his being the patron saint of England. Whatever multicultural PC bilge the talking heads spout, the English are who we are, and St George serves as an excellent reminder of this.
So while St George's day is gone for another year, his spirit remains, and stirs our own.
English pride is for life, not just St. George's.