Christendom at war with itself

Some 60,000 British people marched through London last weekend. In a crowd of that number, there will always be varied motives. But the overriding ones last Saturday were fear that the British are losing their country, frustration with governments that stoke it with mass multicultural immigration, and hope that it is not too late to reverse course. The march was the cry of a people in pain.

So it was natural that people held aloft the national flag. The Union Jack, as it is commonly known, combines the crosses of St. George, St. Andrew, and St. David, and it made the streets of London a flowing tide of red, white, and blue. 

The national flag and those of the patron saints of England, Scotland, and Wales have, for years, occasionally been brandished by thugs, especially at soccer matches; I know them from painful personal experience, having once been beaten up by five Scottish