There is now a facebook group suggesting Michelle Obama run for the presidency in 2020. Because being the first lady qualifies you, as if politics is a sexually transmitted disease.

There are problems. One is that the left don’t understand meaning or tradition or religion except when it suits them: and the second is that they think man can be made better.

Any attempt to institute Leftist dogma as a surrogate religion is thus doomed to end up in much the same place as somebody who sets out to build a new house with only the wrecking-balls, sledgehammers, and dynamite he used to demolish the old house at his disposal- tools that are all exactly as impotent to build up as they are powerful to tear down, and when deployed as instruments of order succeed only in introducing chaos (which, after all, is exactly what they’re supposed to do). The Left, then, when in a priestly mood finds itself in the unenviable and ironic position of trying to exercise a form of social authority it did everything in its power to subvert and undermine, of having chopped into firewood the very cathedra on which it needs to sit.

But the Cathedral needs humility, and an understanding of the brotherhood of effort. Kipling, again, corrects us.

A Carol
“THE TREE OF JUSTICE” — REWARDS AND FAIRIES

Our Lord Who did the Ox command
To kneel to Judah’s King,
He binds His frost upon the land
To ripen it for Spring —
To ripen it for Spring, good sirs,
According to His Word.
Which well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?

When we poor fenmen skate the ice
Or shiver on the wold,
We hear the cry of a single tree
That breaks her heart in the cold —
That breaks her heart in the cold, good sirs,
And rendeth by the board.
Which well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?

Her wood is crazed and little worth
Excepting as to burn,
That we may warm and make our mirth
Until the Spring return —
Until the Spring return, good sirs,
When Christians walk abroad;
When well must be as ye can see —
And who shall judge the Lord?

God bless the master of this house,
And all who sleep therein!
And guard the fens from pirate folk,
And keep us all from sin,
To walk in honesty, good sirs,
Of thought and deed and word!
Which shall befriend our latter end….
And who shall judge the Lord?

Rudyard Kipling

For we do not judge the Lord.

The Lord Judges us.