The countryside of Tolkien and the south country of Belloc are gone. The workmen of Belbury are ubiquitous, slovenly, leering, and filthy-mouthed. The inns are torn down. The shrieking, bizarre foes of Christendom - and of Catholic truth - accost her relentlessly and gleefully, the darlings of mainstream media cameras.Where is the place for men - and sons - to stand among the ruins?
At the Altar
And there, kneel,
Pledging fealty and fidelity
To the Once and Future
King of kings and Lord of lords.
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And there, kneel,
Pledging fealty and fidelity
To the Once and Future
King of kings and Lord of lords.
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