England’s National Religion Is a Death Cult
TUESDAY, JULY 1, 2025
Note: I’m extending this mid-year fundraiser just one day because we’re close, but only close. But this is it. Donations are always welcome, of course, but experience says the campaigns are when most people give. If you haven’t contributed so far, here’s one last chance. You read this site because you value this site. Please, today, show it. – Robert Royal
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For those not living in these Isles, it’s very difficult to imagine what it’s like here. Depression, bordering on despair, is almost palpable and crops up everywhere. Recently, I got chatting to a stranger in a pub, and mentioned that I was soon to attend the citizenship ceremony of a friend who had immigrated from Eastern Europe. “Why would anyone in their right mind want to join this country?” the chap remarked. “That’s like climbing aboard a sinking ship.”
Cecil Rhodes said, “To be born English is to win first prize in the lottery of life.” A little over a century later, most people living here are in crushing debt. Mortgages are almost impossible to attain for anyone under thirty-five. And anyone who gets one will be paying it off for the rest of his life, spending over half his annual income merely to enjoy shelter from the elements. Monthly bills, groceries, and fuel have all risen over the past two decades while wages have remained stagnant.
The National Health Service (NHS) is failing. It’s hard to see a GP, let alone get a hospital appointment for something more serious. Rather than reforming the NHS, the government only throws more of the taxpayers’ money at it. Occasionally, the destination of this money is revealed, for example, when the public learned that eye-watering amounts of taxpayers’ funds go to removing two penises per day in ‘transgender’ surgeries, mostly on vulnerable teenagers.
Beyond the ghoulishness of such mutilations, these revelations are disheartening given that taxation is already through the roof. Large portions of taxes are also used to house illegal immigrants in hotels, a significant minority of whom team up with naturalized immigrants in rape-and-torture gangs to prey on helpless native girls. England’s towns and cities are overrun with new arrivals, and the country’s capital can no longer be described as an English city.
The native English are doing what defeated people do: fleeing to the hills. Those who can, leave the country and never look back. Others move to rural areas, requiring enormous housing developments, in turn rapidly wrecking England’s once universally admired countryside.
Owing to the UK’s benefits system, an illegal immigrant, or someone who refuses to work, or claims some long-term fatigue or another expedient malady, can flourish here. If, however, you are just a normal person, who wants to get married, have some children, raise them wholesomely and non-ideologically, and acquire some property and security, you will spend your life being hammered by the structurally unjust ‘system.’
Count Joseph de Maistre (1753-1821) in an
engraving by François le Villain from a painting by Pierre Bouillon, c. 1820
[Bibliothèque nationale de France, Paris]. Maistre
wears the insignia of the Catholic Order of Saints Maurice and Lazarus.
In essence, this has become a land in which virtue is punished. If you voice your discontent in a clumsy Tweet or Facebook post, the thought police will come knocking, and you might end up with a prison sentence.
England is paradoxical. It’s the land of both Darwin and Newman, of Bentham and Belloc, of bohemian transgression and tweedy conservatism, of the adventurous heart of imperial Britain and the rustic paradise of the little Englander. It’s the land of mechanization, materialist reductionism, evolutionist progressivism, and all the noxious dogmas that together are called ‘modernity’, and yet it’s the land of the Catholic Second Spring. England has been at war with itself ever since the treacherous attack on the Church’s integrity that we’ve since euphemistically called the ‘Reformation.’
Anglicanism distils the inner conflict, wherein Puritanism and Romanization struggle for rights and representation within a single institution whose buildings are stolen, whose offices are filled by the Prime Minister’s fiat, and whose bishops both claim apostolic succession and worry about which shade of lipstick to wear. England is at war with itself because England is essentially a Catholic kingdom. It has formally rejected that essence, the result of which is its ongoing inner turmoil.
The counter-revolutionary Joseph de Maistre (who deeply admired the English Constitution) noted that the proper expression of natural religion is sacrifice, and that the highest sacrifice was human sacrifice. For Maistre, the only way to get out of the Death Cult that is our fallen natural religiosity was for God’s grace to come and transform that natural religious impulse, and simultaneously gift to us the one Human Sacrifice to end all human sacrifices.
Thus, Maistre argued, Christianity is a human sacrifice religion, but rather than offering murders to devilish gods, who remain unsatisfied, through its priesthood Christianity offers one pure and unbloody Sacrifice of infinite merit, rendering all human sacrifices obsolete. In short, Christianity eradicates the universal Death Cult by assuming it, supplanting it, and superseding it.
Maistre thought that if the pure and perfect Sacrifice of Jesus Christ was rejected by a hitherto discipled nation, the Death Cult of our fallen nature would return to it. But like the demon that returns with a sevenfold strength, so the Death Cult would return with far more malevolence than before. (Matthew 12:43-45)
Within a fortnight, MPs recently voted to decriminalize abortion up to birth and approved a bill for the deliberate killing of the terminally ill. As a journalist friend remarked, the NHS is now a nationwide baby and granny abattoir. In England, Catholicism is on the rise, with twice the number attending Holy Mass on a Sunday than those attending Cranmer’s service, and yet it is a country concurrently run by a Death Cult.
In this unhappy land, a despondent people who are groping in the dark for their identity, for their essence, must now come to terms with a government that wants them dead. The Death Cult is back, but as Maistre predicted, it’s different. Rather than murdering to satiate the gods, henceforth murders will ensue to satisfy the selfish, an evil far more pleasing to the god of this world. (2 Corinthians 4:4)
Especially in the academy, it is customary that on those rare occasions that Maistre is mentioned, he is dismissed as a ‘fanatic’ or ‘extremist’. His sense of the drastic fallenness of our nature and the immeasurably transformative effect of grace in healing our nature led him to see mankind as embroiled in a conflict between a diabolical Death Cult and Christ’s Mystical Body. Living in modern England, watching the fall of this once glorious Christian kingdom, as our overlords claw for our blood, it is now impossible to dismiss Maistre’s claims.
TUESDAY, JULY 1, 2025
Note: I’m extending this mid-year fundraiser just one day because we’re close, but only close. But this is it. Donations are always welcome, of course, but experience says the campaigns are when most people give. If you haven’t contributed so far, here’s one last chance. You read this site because you value this site. Please, today, show it. – Robert Royal
Listen to this article
7 min
For those not living in these Isles, it’s very difficult to imagine what it’s like here. Depression, bordering on despair, is almost palpable and crops up everywhere. Recently, I got chatting to a stranger in a pub, and mentioned that I was soon to attend the citizenship ceremony of a friend who had immigrated from Eastern Europe. “Why would anyone in their right mind want to join this country?” the chap remarked. “That’s like climbing aboard a sinking ship.”
Cecil Rhodes said, “To be born English is to win first prize in the lottery of life.” A little over a century later, most people living here are in crushing debt. Mortgages are almost impossible to attain for anyone under thirty-five. And anyone who gets one will be paying it off for the rest of his life, spending over half his annual income merely to enjoy shelter from the elements. Monthly bills, groceries, and fuel have all risen over the past two decades while wages have remained stagnant.
The National Health Service (NHS) is failing. It’s hard to see a GP, let alone get a hospital appointment for something more serious. Rather than reforming the NHS, the government only throws more of the taxpayers’ money at it. Occasionally, the destination of this money is revealed, for example, when the public learned that eye-watering amounts of taxpayers’ funds go to removing two penises per day in ‘transgender’ surgeries, mostly on vulnerable teenagers.
Beyond the ghoulishness of such mutilations, these revelations are disheartening given that taxation is already through the roof. Large portions of taxes are also used to house illegal immigrants in hotels, a significant minority of whom team up with naturalized immigrants in rape-and-torture gangs to prey on helpless native girls. England’s towns and cities are overrun with new arrivals, and the country’s capital can no longer be described as an English city.
The native English are doing what defeated people do: fleeing to the hills. Those who can, leave the country and never look back. Others move to rural areas, requiring enormous housing developments, in turn rapidly wrecking England’s once universally admired countryside.
Owing to the UK’s benefits system, an illegal immigrant, or someone who refuses to work, or claims some long-term fatigue or another expedient malady, can flourish here. If, however, you are just a normal person, who wants to get married, have some children, raise them wholesomely and non-ideologically, and acquire some property and security, you will spend your life being hammered by the structurally unjust ‘system.’
Count Joseph de Maistre (1753-1821) in an
engraving by François le Villain from a painting by Pierre Bouillon, c. 1820
[Bibliothèque nationale de France, Paris]. Maistre
wears the insignia of the Catholic Order of Saints Maurice and Lazarus.
In essence, this has become a land in which virtue is punished. If you voice your discontent in a clumsy Tweet or Facebook post, the thought police will come knocking, and you might end up with a prison sentence.
England is paradoxical. It’s the land of both Darwin and Newman, of Bentham and Belloc, of bohemian transgression and tweedy conservatism, of the adventurous heart of imperial Britain and the rustic paradise of the little Englander. It’s the land of mechanization, materialist reductionism, evolutionist progressivism, and all the noxious dogmas that together are called ‘modernity’, and yet it’s the land of the Catholic Second Spring. England has been at war with itself ever since the treacherous attack on the Church’s integrity that we’ve since euphemistically called the ‘Reformation.’
Anglicanism distils the inner conflict, wherein Puritanism and Romanization struggle for rights and representation within a single institution whose buildings are stolen, whose offices are filled by the Prime Minister’s fiat, and whose bishops both claim apostolic succession and worry about which shade of lipstick to wear. England is at war with itself because England is essentially a Catholic kingdom. It has formally rejected that essence, the result of which is its ongoing inner turmoil.
The counter-revolutionary Joseph de Maistre (who deeply admired the English Constitution) noted that the proper expression of natural religion is sacrifice, and that the highest sacrifice was human sacrifice. For Maistre, the only way to get out of the Death Cult that is our fallen natural religiosity was for God’s grace to come and transform that natural religious impulse, and simultaneously gift to us the one Human Sacrifice to end all human sacrifices.
Thus, Maistre argued, Christianity is a human sacrifice religion, but rather than offering murders to devilish gods, who remain unsatisfied, through its priesthood Christianity offers one pure and unbloody Sacrifice of infinite merit, rendering all human sacrifices obsolete. In short, Christianity eradicates the universal Death Cult by assuming it, supplanting it, and superseding it.
Maistre thought that if the pure and perfect Sacrifice of Jesus Christ was rejected by a hitherto discipled nation, the Death Cult of our fallen nature would return to it. But like the demon that returns with a sevenfold strength, so the Death Cult would return with far more malevolence than before. (Matthew 12:43-45)
Within a fortnight, MPs recently voted to decriminalize abortion up to birth and approved a bill for the deliberate killing of the terminally ill. As a journalist friend remarked, the NHS is now a nationwide baby and granny abattoir. In England, Catholicism is on the rise, with twice the number attending Holy Mass on a Sunday than those attending Cranmer’s service, and yet it is a country concurrently run by a Death Cult.
In this unhappy land, a despondent people who are groping in the dark for their identity, for their essence, must now come to terms with a government that wants them dead. The Death Cult is back, but as Maistre predicted, it’s different. Rather than murdering to satiate the gods, henceforth murders will ensue to satisfy the selfish, an evil far more pleasing to the god of this world. (2 Corinthians 4:4)
Especially in the academy, it is customary that on those rare occasions that Maistre is mentioned, he is dismissed as a ‘fanatic’ or ‘extremist’. His sense of the drastic fallenness of our nature and the immeasurably transformative effect of grace in healing our nature led him to see mankind as embroiled in a conflict between a diabolical Death Cult and Christ’s Mystical Body. Living in modern England, watching the fall of this once glorious Christian kingdom, as our overlords claw for our blood, it is now impossible to dismiss Maistre’s claims.
