In a time of Honour

You cannot help sometimes to feel that you belong in another time, a time that seemingly shared your own values and motifs, paradigms and horizons. A time when ostensibly dreams were possible and smaller miracles could triumph as a direct consequence of the century whence it took place.

Time change of course. During the reign of Queen Victoria Britain was speeding towards the height of its Empire. With the grand victories by Lord Nelson in Trafalgar, 1805 followed by the victory at Waterloo in 1815 thanks to Wellington - little seemed to stand in her way, Britain that is. Considering Victoria she was happily married, very happily so for two decades. Proof of her and Albert's good fortune can be found in and close to Hyde Park, London. There we find not only the Royal Albert Hall but also the Albert Memorial - a tribute to her husband. Sadly Albert only lived till the age of 42 and ever sadder for Victoria she had to spend the remaining part of her life, all those 39 years, without the husband whom she loved so dearly.

During the reign of Victoria a sense of honour permeated not only the isles of Britain but also Europe. Honour was something precious, something which you could loose your life over, something which could not be taken away from a man lest at the pain of death. Honourable causes were championed not only in battle but also in Parliament. This was the time of Wilburfore, Sir Robert Peel and many others who saw it as their duty to make Britain a better place. This was a time of honour. What could be more honourable than creating work for the poor, helping the sick and freeing the shackled? By those days standards; little.

How times have changed. Today our Prime minister is clinging on to his job like a sickly infected tumour. A disease, a cancer, that regardless of what fancy new drugs and proceedures we throw at it, just wont go away. Honour is a hollow concept for Mr. Brown a non-issue, a subject so tiresome that were he to put his spin doctors on it he would appear the next day as Richard the Lionheart - in his own mind. The times have passed when people cared for what kind of legacy their death would bring, of how they would be remembered once their soul has left these dark shores and passed into a glorious place in heaven, reserved, seemingly, only for those who lived a good life. A life of meaning, duty and justice.

Parliament is infested, few would disagree on this issue. The majority of MPs have broken the trust we bestowed upon them. There is a small minorty who nonetheless must not be counted in the greater mass who deserve nothing less than life imprisonment in the Tower of London. Murder is a heinous crime but slaying of trust and democracy is worse. Mr. Brown appears to think that he will be remembered as the Prime Minister who made the hard choices in the hard times. Little does he know that his memory will only be a little less disastrous than his predeecesor Tony Blair. Mr. Brown will be remembered as the the Prime Minister who brought down Parliament, shamed its entire function as a legislative body, shackled the Britain to the monstrous leviathan that is the EU who only now is beginning to show its true face. He will be remembered as the unelected debauchee who resisted the nation's wish for change, their cries and their screams, who instigated a war on freedom and justice. A man who thought it appropriate to undo the constitutional Magnus Opus that is the British Parliament along with its traditions, quirks, ceremonies and not the least the last defence against the onslaught of the state.

Tony Blair... books have been written about his legacy, Cherrie Blair seems to think her husband will rank alongside Churchill and Disraeli. Not one book, several, but simply put Tony Blair will be remembered as the Prime minesterial traitor. When in the sadly, very distant future, when we again have the moral power to rule ourselves with a sliver of descency, then the ghosts of Blair and Brown will return to haunt the schools and they will learn how these two men, single handedly brought down Britain.