Thursday, 5 April 2012

Old Swan

I regret that I shalln't be among those gathering at the Old Swan but I'll be there in spirit at least, for the demands and effect of the original Chartists have long been lauded on this blog. The original Charter broke the stranglehold of those who believed in their right to rule us. Today we face the same menace, the same arrogance, the same Rotten Parliaments, the same cabal of self-interest and peculative self-enrichment that deny democracy. 

Amiable but brainless buffoons in the blogosphere and media who advocate 'politics as a career' are advocating the democratic process as a road to enrichment and self-advancement; the big three parties have lost over 3m members since the 1950s, and now between them have fewer than 1% of the electorate as members. The Tories alone lost over a 1m members between 1979 and 1997 - when in government - as it disempowered local parties and drew power into a metropolitan elite clustered around Westminster, Whitehall and Victoria. A tame and drugged press became willing partners with the elites of the big three, swallowing press releases being much easier work than real journalism. The mandarins of Whitehall have done all they can to establish the dying parties as the permanent Parties of State, to lock a simulacrum of democratic process to the central command and control they've been unable and unwilling to abandon in peacetime. And above all the dark malignant shadow of the Berlaymont, an influence so baleful and evil that it crushes democracy, squeezes the very breath of freedom from the chests of its subject peoples, and makes Satraps of  the compliant political class. 

As more and more of us are choosing 'none of the above' those in power are heeding none of the warnings of the past decade; as Ceausescu showed, totalitarian elites suffer a peculiar deafness. Richard North is right. Appealing to them to give us some democracy back is like requesting clemency from Heydrich. We don't request, we demand our freedom. Of 45m electors some 30m already feel the same way, reject the politics of the Big Three and their dags, feel the rise of a single call in the throat - REFORM.     


G. Tingey said...

The Old Issue

“HERE is nothing new nor aught unproven,” say the Trumpets,
“Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed.
“It is the King—the King we schooled aforetime !”
(Trumpets in the marshes—in the eyot at Runnymede!)

“Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger,” peal the Trumpets,
“Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall.
“It is the King!”—inexorable Trumpets—
(Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whitehall!)

“He hath veiled the Crown and hid the Sceptre,” warn the Trumpets,
“He hath changed the fashion of the lies that cloak his will.
“Hard die the Kings—ah hard—dooms hard!” declare the Trumpets,
Trumpets at the gang-plank where the brawling troop-decks fill!

Ancient and Unteachable, abide—abide the Trumpets!
Once again the Trumpets, for the shuddering ground-swell brings
Clamour over ocean of the harsh, pursuing Trumpets—
Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce with Kings!

All we have of freedom, all we use or know—
This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.

Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw—
Leave to live by no man’s leave, underneath the Law.

Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing
Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King.

Till our fathers ’stablished, after bloody years,
How our King is one with us, first among his peers.

So they bought us freedom—not at little cost
Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost,

Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,
Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed.

Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure.
Whining “He is weak and far”; crying “Time shall cure.”,

(Time himself is witness, till the battle joins,
Deeper strikes the rottenness in the people’s loins.)

Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace.
Suffer not the old King here or overseas.

They that beg us barter—wait his yielding mood—
Pledge the years we hold in trust—pawn our brother’s blood—

Howso’ great their clamour, whatsoe’er their claim,
Suffer not the old King under any name!

Here is naught unproven—here is naught to learn.
It is written what shall fall if the King return.

He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,
Set his guards about us, as in Freedom’s name.

He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware;
He shall change our gold for arms—arms we may not bear.

He shall break his judges if they cross his word;
He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.

He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring
Watchers ’neath our window, lest we mock the King—

Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies;
Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies.

Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay,
These shall deal our Justice: sell—deny—delay.

We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse
For the Land we look to—for the Tongue we use.

We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet,
While his hired captains jeer us in the street.

Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun,
Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run.

Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled,
Laying on a new land evil of the old—

Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain—
All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again.

Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue—
Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew.

Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid:
Step for step and word for word—so the old Kings did!

Step by step, and word by word: who is ruled may read.
Suffer not the old Kings: for we know the breed—

All the right they promise—all the wrong they bring.
Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King!

Anonymous said...

A good and a true set of verses.

What of the Masque of Anarchy?

Weekend Yachtsman said...

G. Tingey, for once I am 100% with you.

I thought of the exact same poem myself but considered it too long to post in full. I was mistaken. Well done.

There are so many stanzas in that, which resonate today.

Old RK knew a thing or two.

Anonymous said...

A start has to be made, the acorn has to be planted.

andy5759 said...

Let's hope the Old Swan meeting will result in some sort of coherence which will resonate with the electorate. I wait with bated breath the results.

Once planted acorns need to be watered - with blood if necessary.

outsider said...

Kipling is doubtless banned in schools so the next generation will know nothing of this. Hayek is not quite the same.

anon 2 said...

Well if we get things started at the Old Swan, perhaps we can begin to assert our own culture again.

The creeping invaders seem to have got a little ahead of themselves, just now (cyberstuff, etc). Part of that is the assumption that everybody believes the commie lies, and reinscription of our identity. I guess they've written off the older people who are still alive, and kicking rather more strongly than expected.

Thank God for Dr. North and all who are with him. I'd get to Harrogate if I could, on Bastille Day.