The Election and The Elect

I was wondering the other day.

I was walking through a graveyard and happened upon the grave of a soldier, a soldier of the second world war. One killed in the war, one of the few that they managed to bring the body home, unless of course it was just a marker and his body was still somewhere in France, or Italy, or Holland, or by the Green Hills of Tyrol.

What if all those dead soldiers could come back from the dead and come back to visit their homes. Those farms across Canada, the villages, the hamlets, the towns. What would they observe?

Of course, Christians do not speculate about these things. Back from the dead? Heck no. But Canada is not a Christian country anymore, so such things are acceptable, and being despised by Christians, required. So, let us speculate upon it.

Canada, Occupied by a Foreign Flag. Almost all of our revived dead would not recognize the tampon and leaf. They fought and died under another flag. They would be mollified when they saw their relatives and descendants, though. A great grandson here, and lover, grey with age. A picture of themselves in a family montage. To see their own kith and kin, living lives of plenty and prosperity, surrounded by wonders that they knew not themselves, they would feel at rest, and would return, smiling, to Hades, or Elysium, or Valhalla.

Dragoons. Some, a few, would find their ancestral farms made into social housing. What would they think of these places? These creations of Pierre Elliot Trudeau, a man who wore a Nazi helmet while they were being killed by soldiers wearing the same. I am sure they would embrace political correctness. These men, these men trained on use of arms and might would be happy at the creation. Sure, they would.

These walking dead, how would they react? Many of our soldiers were young, and had never tasted sex. They died virgins. I am sure they would embrace the culture of bitch'n'ho. They would not look upon this legion of others as an occupying army. Sure.

And if some necromancer, freed from the righteous persecution of the Christian church could revive these spirits, it would be a good thing, because any bad thing for Christ and his followers is a good thing. Happy progressives! Now joined by the embrace of those that actually shed their blood for their creation. For without the blood of those soldiers, those virgins who never tasted womans flesh, let along a bitch or a ho or a sex trade worker or a post-op trans sexual, there would be no chronically underfunded social programs to support the needs of village peoples unrelated by neither culture nor blood nor religion nor morals nor not nothing. They died for Scarborough and Jane and Finch. And now they walk the earth. And you, progressives, are confident that these shades, born in the vacuum of a banished Christian church. Yes, they are coming for you. Put out some candles, and your book of not-the-Bible, and prepare to tell them what racist rapists they are, these virgins, these soldiers. Convince them, not me.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

xpd Mitchieville, DustMyBroom, StormyDaysOfMarch