Patriot Realm

I miss my little Jack Russell.   A member of my family suggested that I look for another little Jack. I cannot do it. 

My heart is still too full of grief to even contemplate a new companion.  Not to mention that I am 90 years old and I am not necessarily able to do all of the things that I used to do with my old friend who passed away a few short months ago.

My little Jack Russell aged with me. We grew old together. As his knees became a bit stiff, so did mine. 

How could I possibly take care of another dog? 

Perhaps today, more than ever, we are being confronted with a barrage of injustices that challenge our ability to cope. As individuals and as a society. So much is making us angry, frustrated and wanting to cry out with indignation " it's not fair! "

Yet the left are yelling " Off with their heads! " 

One calamity after another.... like living through a constant barrage on our senses and our sense of fair play and justice. Many people around the world are at an emotional breaking point. Yet we, from the rational right, are not advocating violence.  As the left do repeatedly.

In 1837, the young Victoria ascended to the throne and became the Queen of the most powerful Empire in the world : the British Empire. 

In the long ago days when Britannia ruled the waves, it also ruled much of the globe. Naïve and inexperienced, she reached out to the then prime minister, Lord Melbourne – who became her most trusted ally and advisor.

However, one thing that is certain. Queen Victoria was no “slave owner”, “murderer” or “racist”, as so many uneducated leftist activists proclaim.

Under her reign, slavery ended. Workers rights were established. Education for the masses was created.

Today, we saw the passing of the old guard into the " new. "

A world where old traditions and decency have been put on the back bench and the new players are stepping up to the plate. People who have no sense of duty but only care about how " they " can help us. Which, in plain speak is " how we can help them " 

For myself, The Queen is and was much like President Trump.

Surrounded by people who did not march to the same drum. People in governance who tried to bring them down.

Even members of families betrayed these two great people.  No wonder they liked each other. 

The lead photo shows the people who deserved our respect. Unlike others.

I woke up this morning to learn of the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. Of course, it was inevitable as a passing always is; but tragic and so sad when it actually happens. 

The role that she has played in my life has always been significant, albeit from a distance. Her attributes of strength, duty and morality were constants and many could reflect on her dedication and perhaps regret that they did not follow her example.

 For 70 years and 7 months, she was the ruling monarch and arguably the last of the classic era of ruling royalty. 

When the Picasso exhibition was showing at the Art Gallery of NSW a number of years back, I accompanied Mrs Flysa despite my misgivings, which proved to be well-founded. The abstract paintings were stereotyped and uninspiring, and the relatively few attempts at portraiture appeared amateurish. The term sacred cow came to mind. 

It was a relief to escape and view the magnificent works of the masters in nearby rooms. By comparison, The Sons of Clovis by Evariste Vital Luminais and The Defence of Rorke's Drift by Alphonse de Neuville, were as day is to night compared to Picasso.