The Mother of Parliaments has become a whorehouse of ill-repute
What used to be decent, moral and upright has become a social evil, a harlot’s trade, a vulgar violation of the trust of the people. In a democracy, the responsibility of the people towards governments also permits them an input to those governments. Christians should always be prepared to contend for justice, truth and liberty. Where these are threatened and the threat goes unchecked, the world will be made all the darker, and the affairs of men made all the more godless. Intrinsic to democracy – above all other forms of government – is the importance of each individual as created and loved by God. It permits the examining, correcting and rebuking process, which is necessary in man’s fallen and corruptible state, by emphasising that powerful officers of government are accountable to ordinary people. Since to err is human, national governments subject to the will of fallible electorates can, and do, make mistakes, but are also able to rectify those mistakes.
Where they refuse, the spirit of autocracy supplants that of liberty, and totalitarianism ensues. Everything is then brought under the control of one authority and no opposition is permitted. To question is treason; to disclose corruption is heretical.
Your Majesty, the people are angry. We humbly beseech you, the Sovereign and sole organ of constitutional government which remains unsullied by these sordid revelations, to intervene in order to preserve the peace and security of the Realm. While your subjects endure recession and hardship, with hundreds of thousands losing their jobs and their homes, many of those members of Parliament who purport to represent them are indulging in excess, while some are guilty of deception, profligacy and fraud. The people have lost confidence in their elected representatives. Too many of them appear arrogant, haughty and detached. They are shameless in their scandal. Their oaths of office, sworn before God and in the Gracious Name of Your Majesty, have become naught.
The reputation of Parliament is sullied, politicians are debauched and politics is debased. His Grace humbly beseeches Your Majesty to summon a meeting of the Privy Council and issue a proclamation to dissolve Parliament. Immediately thereafter, writs may be sent to the returning officers for the election of the members of the new Parliament.
The Prime Minister must resign; the Speaker of the House of Commons must resign; all of those ‘honourable’ and ‘right honourable’ members who have been found to be involved in duplicity, profligacy or fraud – even if this be breaking the ‘spirit’ of the rules – must be dismissed and deselected. There can be no place in public life for those who have been seen to squander public money for personal gain, even if they ‘have done nothing wrong’. Disgrace and contempt have replaced integrity and trust. Surreptitious greed and outrageous avarice have corrupted the most noble of institutions.
More than any time in three centuries, Parliament is in need of honest, fearless and morally upright people. It is time for another Cromwell:
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves gone!
So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors. In the name of God, go!
Cranmer can do no more than call on the Sovereign:
Your Majesty, in the name of Christ, dissolve this rotten parliament.