Thursday, October 08, 2020

In the name of God, go!

Sometimes even the most despicable people are granted the gift of prophecy. Eli was remined of this over the last few days. Oliver Cromwell spoke directly to Donald Trump, Mitch McConnell and the Republican party in 1653

It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place,

which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice.

Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government.

Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.

Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess?

Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is your God. Which of you have not bartered your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?

Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defiled this sacred place, and turned the Lord's temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?

Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation. You were deputed here by the people to get grievances redressed, are yourselves become the greatest grievance.

Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House; and which by God's help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.

I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place.

Go, get you out! Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.

In the name of God, go! 

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Entropic man said...

I keep thinking of Macbeth.

"a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Jan Galkowski said...

Excellent, Eli!


Be careful what you wish foe applies to Lord Protectors.

Cromwell's coup inspired a whole genre of Rump songs, like this one:

Know this, my brethren, heaven is clear,
And all the clouds are gone;
The righteous man shall flourish now,
Good days are coming on.

We’ll break the windows which the whore
Of Babylon hath painted,
And when the popish saints are down
Then Barrow shall be sainted;

Whate’er the Popish hands have built
Our hammers shall undo;
We’ll break their pipes and burn their copes,
And pull down churches too;

We’ll put down Universities,
Where learning is profest,
Because they practise and maintain
The language of the Beast;

We’ll drive the doctors out of doors,
And all that learned be;
We’ll cry all arts and learning down,
And hey, then, up go we.

We’ll burn the Fathers’ weighty tomes,
And make the School-men flee;
We’ll down with all that smells of wit,
And hey, then, up go we.

Good manners have an ill report,
And turn to pride, we see,
We’ll therefore put good manners down,
And hey, then, up go we.

The name of lords shall be abhorr’d,
For every man’s a brother;
No reason why in Church and State
One man should rule another;

But when the change of government
Shall set our fingers free,
We’ll make these wanton sisters stoop,
And hey, then, up go we.

Tom said...

I find it relaxing to see you posting on presidential politics. Given that I can't abide what you write on climate change, it's odd that our politics are so closely aligned.

David B. Benson said...

Well done, Eli.