I Am My Own Sovereign

Watch it while you can…

Sargon of Akkad captures my “attitude” perfectly in this commentary. Most likely because my Mum was British and raised me in some of the same culture. Yet my Dad also taught me to kneel to no one. The Irish Celtic rebel Free Man ethos.

So just out of historical respect for Mum’s hertage (and a bit since I could pledge to H.M. and get inherited British Citizenship) the one person on the planet to whom I would “take a knee” is the present Queen Of The United Kingdom. Everyone else gets a Free Man, sovereign of his own life, captain of his own destiny, kneeling to no man. Celtic / American “Live Free or Die” in your grill.

I pledge fealty and subservience to no one and certainly not to some “movement” (which always reminds me in a synesthesia way of bowels…)

When I see someone “taking a knee” the general feeling I get is roughly “look at that poor vassal sot, subservient and cowed.” Stand up on your own two feet, man, and express your ownership of your own self! That’s what I feel STANDING for the national anthem. Reconizing that THIS land does not require me to kneel and “kiss the ring”. In this land I am free to stand in front of kings, Presidents, Popes, and anyone else.

That is why the BLM MANDATE to display fealty by kneeling is so irksome and revolting. I join no organization that demands subservience. “Why” will be expanded below the video:


So, once upon a time, about 6o some years ago, as a young 3 or 4 year old, I’d play with the neighbor kids. One who was also my age lived accross the street. His mother was divorced (very unusual then) and she gave in to any demand of her little princeling. Needless to say, he was very spoilt and lacking any self discipline. He also had somewhat violent and sociopathic tendencies. Something unclear to a 4 year old…

So one day we were playing in his “clubhouse” which consisted of a large appliance sized box and some boards stuck against a fence on the side of his yard. The back fence was barbed wire then a gravel alley and an open farm field. The edge of town. We’d played together inside his home a couple of times by then, and I’d observed his shouting and screaming tantrums getting him anything he wanted (reminiscent of recent protesters…)

So he says to me “Would you like to join my club?” And listed a couple of other kids who he claims have joined. I said “Sure”. He then proceeds to tell me there is an innitation ritual. I must take off my shoes, squeeze though the back fence, and walk over some broken glass. If I don’t do it, I can’t be in this special club. I’m not brave enough.

So I think about this for about a second, then said “That’s dumb. I’m not doing it.” Well, this was an early indication of my Celtic core and British spine and self sovereign character. Also prescient of the many decades ahead to be strewn with people who hated me for not giving a damn what they thought of me. Needless to say that when a couple of more coercion verbalizings got the same “No!” the little princeling wannabe went a bit volcanic.

I retreated to my home, never to play at his house again. For the next roughly 14 years, he violently hated me and occasionally tried to give me grief, or organize others against me (also reminiscent of current “cancel culture”).

Then he was found dead, shot, out by the river. Can you say “Happy Dance Time?”… I knew you could 8-)

Now this kid had been nothing but trouble to a lot of folks in town. When there’s only a few thousand total, and 18 years of exposure, everybody has met. The local police “investigated” by going to the river and saying, roughly “Yeah, that’s him. Looks shot dead to me. Wonder who did it…”

The rumor was that he had joined some kind of radical nutbar group, variously claimed as either a Neo-Nazi group or a KKK faction, and they killed him because he was giving THEM a bad name. Yeah. That bad. I never knew of any such groups, so perhaps just malicious gossip. Then again, I didn’t move in circles where I’d have met any of them if they did exist.

So now you also know why I could never “pledge” to a frat (ritual hazing and all) nor see myself putting up with a drill seargent back in the day when they were abusive. It is also why I will not support the actions of any group that uses intimidation.

Antifa, BLM, Cancel Culture, the lot of them. They are just socially coercive “clubs” demanding you “take a knee” to them and after initiation, go out and intimidate people. Like the KKK and the National Socialist German Workers Party and various black and brown shirts before them. Like the CCP. Pol Pot, Kim rollypolly Whatever, Stalin, and dozens of others.

Sociopaths crave power over others and enjoy hurting folks. They tend to be over represented at the tops of corporations and government. (If they live long enough…) ANY form of goverment with stong centralized power will eventually get one at the top, then you have tyranny until collapse. That is why our government is supposed to be weak and decentralized. (See 10th amendment) For this reason, Communist and Fascist Socialist governments rarely last more than 50 to 75 years. Often as short as a dozen or two.

Unfortunately, one such person, Soros, has invented a way to manipulate governments and populations from outside. How do you depose the greedy despotic Dear Leader who is always working through sock puppets?

But at least I can say “No!” to the demand that I “take the knee”, pledge fealty, or apologize for thinking my own thoughts.

I am my own person. A “finished person” comfortable in my centered principled self. I need not kneel to anyone. I do not care to join your club, and I look on the emotional tantrum that you display in response to “No!” with pitty at your poor charcter, weakness, and unprincipled vacuous character.

With any luck, I’ll get to visit you “at the river” after you piss off the wrong folks.


From time to time, when visiting my parents graves, I’ll walk over and stand on another. Sometimes an irresistible urge to spit comes over me. I know, its a weakness. I take solace in knowing I’ve refrained from dispensing a yellow liquid. So far… But there is a guilty pleasure in dancing on the graves of those evil persons who brought you grief. I look forward to more opportunities for the same as the current crop of evil despots reach their end.

Subscribe to feed

About E.M.Smith

A technical managerial sort interested in things from Stonehenge to computer science. My present "hot buttons' are the mythology of Climate Change and ancient metrology; but things change...
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to I Am My Own Sovereign

  1. philjourdan says:

    I have a lot of respect for The Queen of England (perhaps more than for any other person living today), but I would not take a knee to her either. I am a citizen, not a subject.

  2. E.M.Smith says:

    I think I left something out:

    The only way I would be in the presence of the Queen would be if I were getting a British passport, in which case I think I have to declare being a subject. Or maybe that law changed or I’m confused about British laws… can you get British citizenship without being a subject?

  3. philjourdan says:

    I do not know. Some of my ancestors left the UK and sailed to the new world in 1611. So I know I do not qualify for dual citizenship!!! :-)

  4. Another Ian says:

    IIRC claiming t cuts off at grandparents.

    Two of our family claimed, I didn’t.

  5. John Robertson says:

    Who was it that said;”I refuse to join any club that will have me”.
    Sums up my social activities nicely.
    When sports became worshipped my favoured team position became “Left Right Out”.
    The mob runs wild,these instigators think they can ride the tiger.
    Good luck with that.

    “Taking the Knee” looks a lot like witch hunters R us.

  6. Compu Gator says:

    John Robertson replied 19 June 2020 at 3:28 am GMT:
    Who was it that said; ”I refuse to join any club that will have me”.
    Sums up my social activities nicely.

    Iiit’s Grooou-chooo! I thought I’d remembered it from 1 of the Brothers’ movies, but the Web page I cite below doesn’t even consider that possibility. Too bad: Margaret Dumont would’ve ben the ideal sraight-woman.

    It seems to have done extensive research on the quote, but despie being written about multiple times by Groucho and his son Authur, there is no version that’s considered authoritative, nor any convincingly identified organization:

  7. Bill In Oz says:

    Ummmm..I have not dropped on to a knee or kneeled down since I gave Catholicism away back in the 1970’s. I’m not proposing to start again now for anyone of any skin colour even a queen tho’ Betty is a reasonably good old stick as queens go. :-)
    And yes I do have UK citizenship..No bows or knees were needed either.

  8. tom0mason says:

    Compu Gator
    Groucho Marx told about resigning from a club in his semi-autobiographical ‘memoir’ “Groucho and Me”, a book I read decades ago. IIRC a very funny book with not much about history of the brothers but it does show he was not interested in that era’s batch of Hollywood’s bleeding heart liberals.
    In that book he writes a story in which the club was referred to as (a fictional) Delaney Club.

    Looking at the site https://quoteinvestigator.com/2011/04/18/groucho-resigns/ shows the many explanation of where and when Groucho was supposed to have said ““I don’t want to belong to any club that would accept me as one of its members.” — most probably in a reply letter explaining his reasons for resigning from the Friars’ Club.

  9. philjourdan says:

    @CompuGator – he said it on his show – You Bet Your Life.

  10. gallopingcamel says:

    At 13 years of age I read “Tom Brown’s Schooldays” which includes a hazing ritual at a boarding school in Rubgy (UK) in the 19th century. The Rugby school was and is a second tier boarding school in the UK. The “First Tier” consists of Eton, Harrow and Winchester.

    This was of some interest since I won a scholarship to attend “Cheltenham College” that was another second tier boarding school. I was in a serious “Funk” about hazing since there was no way I would submit. I was prepared to resist forcefully even if that meant I would end up in the hospital. Even in my pre-teens I was athletic enough to ensure that it would take many people to subdue me and no matter how many, some of them would suffer injury (back then I had “fast hands and feet”).

    Thankfully it never happened!

  11. Steven Fraser says:

    @E.M: something a Sovereign might like in a bug-out bag, esp if going to the woods…


  12. E.M.Smith says:


    Interesting gizmo. For bug out, I think I’d rather have my Sven saw and axe. Don’t need charging or lubricating oil…

Comments are closed.