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Mr. Chamberlain


I do not know when talk became mistaken as a form of action. The flow of words to replace useful deeds in a real world has long been a cultural practice in France, where it’s an art form; but much less so in the halls of the U.S. Congress, where it’s merely a tacky tradition.


The substitution of “talking” for “doing” IS the lingua franca of the diplomatic corps, a body without much mind, and the results are, to be kind, varying. The sad truth of modern diplomacy is that, while your mileage may vary, that car’s running on fumes. The present-day hordes of diplomats are political crooks on the lam from their home country, appointed to the host country for foreign plunder. The ripoff acts thereby go global in that international mind-set of the jet-sets out to get even more of the loot they had nothing to do with creating or producing.


In the United States, the diplomat’s delusional attempt to delay the inevitability of war has thus become more a matter of keeping him, or her, out of jail by squatting in a host nation; and less a matter of forging treaties that do not amount to a hill of beans, once the geo-politick has crumbled. Young men and young women then go off to war, to fight, and die, for the beliefs to which the diplomats gave lip service. The last time that a treaty-lover lipped a true, but fatalistic, belief in the power of diplomacy was in the late 1930s:

Arthur Neville Chamberlain. He was a Tory of the old school, when a Tory was called a Tory, not a One-Nation Conservative, which means a One-Nation-Traitor. Chamberlain vigilantly promoted the foreign policy of appeasement. His time of greatest fame and enormous sway over the world came during his tenure as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from May 1937 till May 1940, whence sanity and Winston Churchill found a home at 10 Downing Street.


That ushering in of reality upon the governance of Great Britain came none too soon, and almost too late. Chamberlain is famous, and infamous, for having flagrantly signed on 30 September 1938 the Munich Agreement, or, the Munich Betrayal, as this formalized treachery was called in the former country of Czechoslovakia, the Czecho-Slovakia of Central Europe that was created in October 1918 when this nation declared its independence from Austria-Hungary.


The policy of appeasement has become synonymous with Chamberlain, but this Englishman did not invent compromise through concessions, pacification, and swallowing whole-cloth lies whole. Chamberlain was but a true believer, a zealot of things that are not so. He wasn’t the first of that duped breed, and he wasn’t the last, although the modern fanatics, with their cult-like thinking, ought not be lumped in with principled but horridly erroneous philosophers such as Mr. Chamberlain. The climate maniacs and death-mongers are well compensated for their lewd lunacies by the sociopaths in public office.

Chamberlain ardently championed an almost sacrificial and submissive form of international relations. It must have worked on paper, until May 1940. He died shortly thereafter, a shamed and broken man, on 9 November 1940, in Heckfield, Hampshire, England, at the age of seventy-one. For security reasons during what had become World World II, his funeral service was not publicized. This event took place at Westminster Abbey, on 14 November. Lord Halifax and Prime Minister Winston Churchill served as pallbearers. Two days earlier, in the House of Commons, Churchill eulogized the man whom he had, in Parliament, bluntly but eloquently excoriated for his policy of appeasement.


Winston Churchill was lion-hearted enough to state the following about this leader who had single-handedly handed over to Hitler just about everything that Herr Hitler wanted from this highly flawed Prime Minister:


“Whatever else history may or may not say about these terrible, tremendous years, we can be sure that Neville Chamberlain acted with perfect sincerity according to his lights and strove to the utmost of his capacity and authority, which were powerful, to save the world from the awful, devastating struggle in which we are now engaged. This alone will stand him in good stead as far as what is called the verdict of history is concerned.”

At the time of this eulogy, Churchill was Prime Minister of Great Britain. He’d stood as a Tory. He was uniformly unpopular within that Conservative Party, and disliked by nearly all of the MPs of the Labour Party. His war leadership was not even much welcomed by the Royal Family. Churchill did not care who liked him, or who did not like him. He cared about England, the United Kingdom, the Dominions, and he hated the enemies that threatened his beloved Sceptered Isle. His courage and conquering will to win were so dominant that the frail ghost of Neville Chamberlain was soon, and happily forgotten.


And, yet, it was Winston Churchill who had had to shoulder the burden of softening the blow to this dying man regarding what was going on out there, in England, in the world that Chamberlain had so tragically misunderstood, and mis-led, right into the vile hands of Herr Hitler.


He wasn’t an evil man, or even a vicious one; only a person who could not stand up to bullies. As such, he ought never to have “stood” in Parliament, since he couldn’t stand for the beliefs that would have saved his homeland from assault and degradation. Was the ardent belief in appeasement a mark of his weakness? Perhaps. It was not, however, an indication of his moral corruption.

We here in the United States have undergone the moral corruption of appeasement, even while we believed we were at war with the enemy of Islamic fascists — for twenty years!


That enemy now possesses a desolate region that those barbarians will, once again, lay waste to, at least in terms of an attempt at modern, Western civilization.  The civilizing influence of the British is not part of the American character. We Yanks are an impatient lot when it comes to empire, which is why we do not engage in building nations, only in doling out contracts to capitalists who give cover to the politicians who determine the spoils of war, sometimes without even winning that military commitment.


We Americans, not so simply, have in our midst men, and women, of power who hoard enormous wealth and staggering stupidity, vulgar appetites for all sorts of vices, hideously large mouths, hollow hearts, and corroded consciences. Would that even a weak and horridly unrealistic Neville Chamberlain could speak to us about . . . the glories of reform for the working man, the improvement of the conditions of life that the destruction of war would jeopardize!


Would that any of our current crop of fat-cat leaders-in-name-only could belly up to the truths of their depravity!

When I was a much younger woman, I dearly needed to hear an apology from a person who had so severely wounded me that I understood there could no longer be any association with her. When trust is utterly destroyed by one person, the receiving end of the treachery need not work to rebuild that trust.


My dear dear husband explained to me that if a person is cold and cruel enough to have committed hurtful acts, without a shred of remorse, then you cannot expect that person to be moral enough to acknowledge the sins, and, furthermore, apologize for them.


This is not a game of cricket!!


I learned to accept the deaths of people who had committed treason of the heart against me. Though some of them might still have been alive, they were, to me, dead because a person without a conscience is not a sentient being. He’s among the walking dead. In many ways, the vicious and the heartless among us commit suicide without a burial. You must then bury those amoral dead, if you are to be fully alive, and wholly moral. You must lay to rest those villains of your heartbroken past, properly and completely, even if the emotional act requires a mass grave for the trespassers. And you must not preserve those corpses for eternity, like the Egyptians.

What must be preserved for eternity are the blessed beloveds who have physically left us, but whose spirits remain forever with us. The honor of a decent burial demands faith in a loving God who will never forsake you, and the belief that your love shall remain unbroken between Heaven and earth.


Even Neville Chamberlain deserved the honor of a decent burial. Yes, he’s known as that cowardly Prime Minister of the UK, the appeaser who gave it all away to Hitler. That domino that fell, tipped over so many other dominoes that have yet to be completely set up straight, if they can be thoroughly righted at all. And, yet, Chamberlain, in resigning as Prime Minister, in even being allowed by Winston Churchill to resign, chose a path, not of appeasement, but of dignity. He perhaps, at last, found peace in his own time.


Prime Minister Churchill offered to this disgraced Englishman the highest order of British chivalry, the Order of the Garter. Chamberlain did not accept this title. In refusing this honor, he stated that he would “prefer to die plain ‘Mr. Chamberlain’ like my father before me, unadorned by any title.”


Unadorned by any title.

That comforting certitude must have resided within a formidable conscience. Mr. Chamberlain died at the beginning of a war he was unable to prevent; indeed, it is accurate to say that his deeds, his errors, his fatal flaws hurried that war on its way across the Channel. But that approaching storm had been a long time coming.


The crises and catastrophes of this day in America have also been a long time coming. They will be a long time going, because there is always a symmetry in the meting out of justice, at least if that justice is to be real, and full and just, and long-lasting on the face of the earth. There is an ebb and a flow to all of life.


We must grieve, as best we can, what has been lost; and we must accept the work that must be accomplished to rebuild all that so many evil people have annihilated. Those wicked souls are within America just as much as they are outside of this nation. The axis of evil had gone in search of filling a vacancy. The foul intent and barbaric deeds of men, and of women, along with the hand of God, have filled that void.

The void is not always a chasm for the devil to cram with sin and demented arrogance and greed and gluttony. The void is also an unknown but miraculous abyss that seeks virtue, good will, goodness, love, faith, hope, and charity.


Into the breach, we the faithful must go with our hearts determined to love, not hate; and with our wills fiercely focused on the quest at hand. It’s a quest for good to triumph and for evil to fail. It’s a quest that comes to everyone. As such, it’s a quest that some achieve, and others fail. The failures seek retribution, and lie their way to their own malicious demise. The ones who realize that triumph are the humble souls who reach for the stars, and, because of their noble aspirations, they become heroes.


Some of those valiant voyagers attain their next mission, here, on this earth. Others achieve their places with the angels who brought them home.


To honor those hallowed souls, speak to them, unadorned without any title, save that of hero.