I find myself in a hell of sorts. I miss Albion. I miss Rhodesia. All that I loved is gone and I find myself adrift in a sea of emptiness. I ache for something, a part of me gone missing.

We used to spell things as they were spoken. Now we speak things as they are written. That’s not exactly what I mean to say but I’m not sure how to say it. I may understand Welsh better. That street with the longest name, all those letters are there to modify the pronunciation of the leading sound. When, where and why did that weird looking “f” become an “s”?

The Noahide Laws? Those Laws are not exclusive to the Jews. They are written in the hearts of all Wr’Alda’s children. Anyone who claims ownership of those Laws and desires to rule the world atop that wave is taking God’s name in vain.