Tarquin O’Flsherty had strong opinions on the Monarchy (see Monday Blog here), as does Terrence Nullius, whose views appear below.  (I fear he will have more to say on the subject and am convinced Laura Norda will seek a right of reply.  See, I’ve lost control of this blog again!)

Our Beloved Monarchy, by Terence Nullius

I love the Queen.
God Bless Her!
I have a copy of Queen beside me as I write…And who wouldn’t?

I love the royal family, and though through misty eyes I contemplate the end of her reign I know that Charles will be the next monarch and it fills me with an ineffable joy.

Other royals have fallen by the wayside, footnotes on history’s page, others, mired in scandal, enfeebled by their rank, the weight of their pedigree, yet the house of Windsor, noble born, annointed by Victoria, the mightiest Empress of the Greatest Empire, stands noble and inviolate.  Regularly and frequently I gather my children, Terrence Jnr, Laura, and my wife Persephone and take them in homage to the statue of Victoria in the Alexandria Garden.

There she stands, impregnable, orb in one hand, sceptre in the other, more timeless than the sphinx, and through learned noble brows, stares back at her handiwork, the City of Melbourne.  Melbourne true capital of her province Victoria, and Australia.

And looking upwards brows creased in satin folds of purest white marble her noble gaze directs us to the tendrils of commerce.  Economic vitality as cornerstone of empire connects us via the crimson thread of kinship, to the pillars of governance, the rule of law, and the light of protestant enlightenment.  The white colonies, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, South Africa stand four square, as Imperial cubs adoring and enthralled to her voice, queenly and eternal.  She speaks with Queenly restraint “now listen cubs, one day you shall grow, and take the baton of my spiritual presence with you’.  And in this she meant directly, the governance of the coloured colonies, who, under the protection of Victoria, prospered and grew to immeasurable wealth.  India, the jewel in the crown, Malaya, mysterious and exotic, Singapore, trade centre of the far east, Hong Kong, rescued from the celestials, and the roseate pink that filled the wastes and superstitious tribes of Africa, colonies too numerous to mention.  The Falklands, small islands off Terra del Fuego, and the Pacific possessions, amongst them New Guinea, (wrested from the Germans) and myriad islands occupied by primitive savages.  And finally epithetic and all alone, the island of St Helena, final depository for a used pretender.

And for each country, a noble entabulature stands that each jewel in the diadem was won for empire by a man of empire.  We need great men like this, and to my thinking, Clive Palmer is the carrier of the eternal flame.  Who can ever forget Raffles, who with fiendish pluck converted the fetid swamps on the tip of the Malay Peninsula into a thriving Metropolis.  The list is long, the annals proud, Raleigh, Cook, Woolfe, Clive, Gordon, Kitchener, Nelson, Wellington, Palmerston, Disraeli, Wolseley, Kitchener, and though they carved outpost after outpost for empire, they never once fawned and scraped to tin-pot potentates, sultans and princelings for their only duty was to serve their Monarch and ensure the dignity of empire.  To the apologists I have this to say, What they took was best taken, what they made from native soil, reward for the enduring toil, a white mans burden. Let’s not sneer at these men, for they had courage and foresight.  We derive our wealth and our standard of living, and our incomparable culture from their loyalty and unflagging commitment to see justice prevail.

How I pity the Americans,… They envy us, they envy the Commonwealth, and they inwardly rue the mistake they made in 1776…. But the ribbon was cut, and Britannia doesn’t like petulance amongst her brood, adrift and isolated the U.S is a study in adolescent petulance and childish outbursts.

The royalists amongst us, David Flint, Sophie Mirabella, and Gina Rinehart know what governance brings, the rule of law, and the correct distribution of wealth.  There is nothing nepotistic in this, it is simply true that there are some of us who are noble born, and the rest, like the popinjay Corsican, mere pretenders.  We need to be reminded of this, as it adds weight to the affairs of state, and renders the absolute authority of the sceptre and diadem beyond reproach.  And this is the first and enduring principle of governance, the overarching authority of a head of state beyond corruption and beyond reproach.  Find me a republic not riddled with self interested opportunists.  Give me, every time, a constitutional monarchy, noble and altruistic, to serve the common person in the street.  God save our Gracious Queen!