Politics flows from theology; the two are inseparable. Try as they might, those who want a religiously neutral politics will not succeed in the end. Gary North shows why in a short essay.
(Thanks to J.A. for the link.)
The richest, industrial province of Catalonia is planning to hold a referendum on secession because the central government is taxing them severely to help faster sinking provinces, pushing Catalonia into ever deeper debts it cannot pay. Roughly 75% of the people in Catalonia tell pollsters they want a referendum on secession. Just yesterday the federal government moved to take more direct control over Catalan education to Hispanicize the people more, which was already a major reason the people want to go free.
The societies that have already been decentralizing and disintegrating faster and faster, such as the .K [sic], will very likely disintegrate into their more tightly, culturally knit local, provincial societies, especially along the ancient lines of earlier nations. The Irish are already free, Wales and Scotland have been growing in power with "devolution" of power from the UK, and now Scotland is becoming more nationalistic. I expect Italy will likely break up in part, at least losing the Northern League nations.
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Where the remote Bermudas rideIn th’ ocean’s bosom unespy’d,From a small boat, that row’d along,The list’ning winds receiv’d this song.What should we do but sing his praiseThat led us through the wat’ry mazeUnto an isle so long unknown,And yet far kinder than our own?Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks,That lift the deep upon their backs,He lands us on a grassy stage,Safe from the storm’s and prelates’ rage.He gave us this eternal springWhich here enamels everything,And sends the fowls to us in care,On daily visits through the air.He hangs in shades the orange bright,Like golden lamps in a green night;And does in the pomegranates closeJewels more rich than Ormus shows.He makes the figs our mouths to meetAnd throws the melons at our feet,But apples plants of such a price,No tree could ever bear them twice.With cedars, chosen by his hand,From
, he stores the land, LebanonAnd makes the hollow seas that roarProclaim the ambergris on shore.He cast (of which we rather boast)The Gospel’s pearl upon our coast,And in these rocks for us did frameA temple, where to sound his name.Oh let our voice his praise exalt,Till it arrive at heaven’s vault;Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, mayEcho beyond the . Mexic BayThus sung they in the English boatAn holy and a cheerful note,And all the way, to guide their chime,With falling oars they kept the time.