The pagan, anti-Christian Democrats are increasingly unpopular with Americans ahead of this election, so keep up hope and pray—they cheat, but we can still win this election, surprising the tyrants with a major defeat.
October 26 is the feast of King St. Alfred the Great of England, who won a great victory against the powerful pagan Danish invaders at Ethandune in 878. In his “Ballad of the White Horse,” GK Chesterton describes the battle, including the last desperate and miraculously successful charge of the Christian army against the Vikings. The Christians won against all odds. And we too can defy the odds to vote in Donald Trump and launch a major upset. Kamala Harris and her lackeys jeer at us, but pride goeth before a fall (Prov.16:18), and like the Founding Fathers the elites may find they have underestimated us. “The bondsmen of the earth shall tread the tyrants of the seas.”
Donald Trump is not exactly a saint, as Alfred was, but he is certainly a brave and determined leader who keeps fighting even after taking a literal bullet. And he believes in supporting and affirming Jews and Christians in their religion, which is in stark contrast to the increasingly anti-religious liberty Democrats.
Barack Obama jeered at Trump for playing “Ave Maria” at his rallies, Kamala Harris criticized Christian protestors and stated she believes in no religious exemptions re: abortion, and the Democrats are doubling down on their fanatical death cult of LGBTQ and abortion ideology. To quote Chesterton, the Democrats now truly are the heathen come again: “By all men bo[u]nd to Nothing, / Being slaves without a lord, / By one blind idiot world obeyed, / Too blind to be abhorred… / By detail of the sinning, / And denial of the sin…/ By God and man dishonoured, / By death and life made vain, / Know ye the old barbarian, / The barbarian come again.”
But while Democrats defy God like Sodom and Gomorrah of old, Trump, on the other hand, has made faith a recurring topic and theme of his campaign, from rally music to social media posts. He is not a saint, but he is ready to take on the new pagans and defend freedom of conscience. And so we can hope, if we do our part by voting and praying, that God will grant us a miraculous victory too.
In the “Ballad,” at Ethandune, the English are running away after all their nobles but Alfred are killed. Alfred rallies the farmers and sailors and laborers:
“Brothers at arms," said Alfred,
"On this side lies the foe;
Are slavery and starvation flowers,
That you should pluck them so?…
“To sweat a slave to a race of slaves,
To drink up infamy?
No, brothers, by your leave, I think
Death is a better ale to drink,
And by all the stars of Christ that sink,
The Danes shall drink with me…
“Though dead are all the paladins
Whom glory had in ken,
Though all your thunder-sworded thanes
With proud hearts died among the Danes,
While a man remains, great war remains:
Now is a war of men.
"The men that tear the furrows,
The men that fell the trees,
When all their lords be lost and dead
The bondsmen of the earth shall tread
The tyrants of the seas…
“Let Gorlias ride the sea-kings
As Gorlias rides the sea,
Then let all hell and Denmark drive,
Yelling to all its fiends alive,
And not a rag care we…
"And now I blow the hunting sign,
Charge some by rule and rod;
But when I blow the battle sign,
Charge all and go to God."
Wild stared the Danes at the double ways
Where they loitered, all at large,
As that dark line for the last time
Doubled the knee to charge—
And caught their weapons clumsily,
And marvelled how and why—
In such degree, by rule and rod,
The people of the peace of God
Went roaring down to die.
The Blessed Virgin appears, sword in hand, inspiring the humble English soldiers, who slay the Danish earls. The cross is triumphant, the arrogant pagans vanquished.
"The high tide!" King Alfred cried.
"The high tide and the turn!
As a tide turns on the tall grey seas,
See how they waver in the trees,
How stray their spears, how knock their knees,
How wild their watchfires burn!
"The Mother of God goes over them,
Walking on wind and flame,
And the storm-cloud drifts from city and dale,
And the White Horse stamps in the White Horse Vale,
And we all shall yet drink Christian ale
In the village of our name.
"The Mother of God goes over them,
On dreadful cherubs borne;
And the psalm is roaring above the rune,
And the Cross goes over the sun and moon,
Endeth the battle of Ethandune
With the blowing of a horn."…
And Hildred the poor hedger
Cut down four captains dead,
And Halmar laid three others low,
And the great earls wavered to and fro
For the living and the dead…
[Danish] King Guthrum was a great lord,
And higher than his gods—
He put the popes to laughter,
He chid the saints with rods,
He took this hollow world of ours
For a cup to hold his wine;
In the parting of the woodways
There came to him a sign.
In Wessex in the forest,
In the breaking of the spears,
We set a sign on Guthrum
To blaze a thousand years…
Far out to the winding river
The blood ran down for days,
When we put the cross on Guthrum
In the parting of the ways.
Trump too has invoked the intercession of Mary by playing “Ave Maria” at his rallies. It is the standard of the Cross versus the rainbow banner of the new heathen. The high tide has come — the high tide and the turn. Vote and pray, and trust in God; the citizens of America shall tread the tyrants in D.C.1
Parts of this article are adapted from one I wrote for PJ Media.
Thank you so much for encouraging all of us by sharing your Faith and your hope in Almighty God.