(Cross-posted from Mondo Magazine)

I have been assured that Law Is Cool is a reputable publication read by persons of good standing. As such, I can assume that you – like me – love our Queen, and felt delighted to hear that Her Royal Majesty is now the oldest monarch in British history.

My own delight was tempered, however, by the sobering fact that, while the Queen comes from good stock, she is destined to shuffle off the mortal coil. When that regrettable and sorrowful time comes, her son, Prince Charles, will succeed her.

I would never sully the good pages of Law Is Cool with scurrilous aspirations against a man of noble blood. However, I must admit that the prospect of King Charles III inspires within me a certain amount of unease.

I do not wish his Queen to be a divorcée. I do not wish to have our coins festooned with his pachydermal ears. I do not wish to have our sovereign interested in organic farming. (Organic indeed! Am I the only one who believes that monarchs and manure should be immiscible?)

But it would be abhorrent to all of God’s and Nature’s laws for our great land to become a republic like common Cromwellians. It seems as if we have no choice.

But there is a choice: His Most Catholic Majesty Francis II, the rightful King of England, Ireland, Scotland and France. Francis II – or Franz Bonaventura Adalbert Maria Herzog von Bayern as he calls himself – should be the next King, not Charles.

Who is this man, you may ask? Around three hundred years ago, the House of Stuart was overthrown and usurpers came to rule the British Isles. As the Stuarts were forced to live in exile during the dark centuries thereafter, only a few brave Jacobites kept the dream alive.

Now would be a perfect time to restore the Stuarts to the throne. It was the Stuarts’ Catholicism that caused their ungrateful subjects to conspire their downfall, yet Catholicism is now the most popular religion in Britain. Why not reflect Catholic Britain with a Catholic Monarch?

Four hundred years ago, a Queen Elizabeth was succeeded by a Stuart. I say, let us do that again.