A Distributist Outlook: Some time ago...

By Reactionary G.K.C

Smoke rolls in stinking suffocating wrack
On Shakespeare’s land, turning green to black;
The crowds that once to harvest would come home
Hope for no harvest and possess no home,
While poor old tramps that liked a little ale,
In natural procession passed to gaol;
Because the world must, like the tramp, move on
There does not seem much else that can be done
As Lord Vangelt said in the House of Peers
“None of us want reaction” (Tory Cheers)

So doubtful doctors punch and prod and prick
A man thought dead; and when there’s not a kick
Left in the corpse, no twitch or faint contraction
The doctors say: “See… there is no reaction".

Friday, 4 February 2011

Some time ago...

I got into my head to start a Distributist blog. I still follow the paths of distributism but since I left university I have had little time to think about or put into practice distributist ideas. What with needing an actual job, moving house, getting married and then working an actual job I have found myself with little time for anything else. In the mean time we had the finanical crisis of 2008-present day is almost the biggest proof that not only have we learned nothing over this past 100 years, but that distributism is almost certainly the clearest answer to these troubles.

In any case, I hope that I can take up the reigns of blogging once more and perhaps I can talk about the books and such that have interested me over the last 2 years or so. I won't list them because it will be a many paged bibliography.

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The Second Spring

Three centuries ago, and the Catholic Church, that great creation of God's power, stood in this land in pride of place. It had the honours of near a thousand years upon it; it was enthroned on some twenty sees up and down the broad country; it was based in the will of a faithful people; it energized through ten thousand instruments of power and influence; and it was ennobled by a host of Saints and Martyrs. The churches, one by one, recounted and rejoiced in the line of glorified intercessors, who were the respective objects of their grateful homage.

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What! those few scattered worshippers, the Roman Catholics, to form a Church! Shall the past be rolled back? Shall the grave open? Shall the Saxons live again to God? Shall the shepherds, watching their poor flocks by night, be visited by a multitude of the heavenly army, and hear how their Lord has been new-born in their own city? Yes; for grace can, where nature cannot.

J. H. Newman