Rule, Britannia! Britannia Rules the Waves!

I have found it at last, and for this I am grateful, although alas! it is directly related to a person who, if we knew each other personally, there would be no love lost between us. However, one does not find it often. What is it, you may ask? It is quite simple: I have found a group of people who not only have the power to time travel, but also, it may be said, live in the past (although their version of the past is a very inaccurate one). I was alerted to their special powers and unique gift after they, the Argentinian government- to be quite frank- said that they are sorry that Prince William "will arrive on our soil in the uniform of a conquistador". They are referring, of course, to the Duke of Cambridge's six week deployment on the Falkland Islands with the RAF, as part of the Search and Rescue team there. But what first alerted me to the fact they live in the past, is this: Firstly, they could not be referring to the future King of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, because the Falklands are already British. Prince William is not arriving as a conqueror because the Falklands are already British. They have been British since 1833. In 1833, King William IV was the King of Great Britain, and it was under him that the British re-established our rule in the Falklands. As such, I do believe the Argentinians are living in history! Surely they do mean His Majesty King William IV and not Prince William, the Duke of Cambridge, right? As such, if the Argentinians quit their obnoxious, obtrusive and quite tiresome sabre rattling, I might just have to ask them how exactly they have done something no one else has had the favour to do: to transcend time and live in an age when all was so much better.

However, in case the Argentinians do not get the point (and this is quite unlikely), we have sent one of our best ships, H.M.S. Dauntless to the region. Three cheers for the Royal Navy!

And by George, do they need those three cheers. It appears that Britain had to plead with the United States to let one of our ships come along on a mission to the Straits of Hormuz. We had to plead with the Americans, who didn't want us, and only agreed to it when the French said it was a good idea to let us come along. The French. Nelson would be rolling in his grave. To be quite honest, though, I do not necessarily blame the American entirely. It is the fault of the British government that we no longer have a Royal Navy capable of respect and honour. We have no aircraft carriers- our last one being foolishly scrapped about ten years before we'll get another aircraft carrier, and our Harriers are sold off. The Royal Navy has become the plaything of politicians, and as now is close to shambles. It is wrong, terribly wrong, that the government could do this- in the name of economy too!

But it fills me with mourning. You see, there used to be a day, and our grandfathers' fathers could remember this, when even the Americans would have been happy to see the glorious ships of the Royal Navy on the horizon. In fact, it was largely because of the ascendency of the Royal Navy that America could pursue the otherwise isolationist policies that she did- right down until after the Second World War. It was then, when, due to the fact that the British Empire had supremely exerted herself in one last, gloriously tragic effort, and gave all she had to defeat Hitler even to the point of her death, power and the capability of giving order and justice passed from us to the Americans(although this was not Hitler's fault alone, if I recall it correctly, Roosevelt pushed some policies on us that broke up parts of our Empire, but I might have to find facts to back that up). But before that, for generations upon generations, and decades upon decades, we had a glorious Royal Navy. But now...it is rather like that beautiful and haunting poem says:

 "Her army and her navy

Britain shall cast aside;
Soldiers and ships are costly things,
Defence an empty pride.

Anyway, what is left for those of us who still care, and who remember? Let us hope and pray with all our souls and beings that The Fox's Prophecy will be true, and Old England's sons shall raise again
The Alter and the Crown. (Do take a moment and read the poem. It is one of the best I have ever read. Let not the length daunt you.)

And so, I leave you with this song to cheer our sore hearts.