God’s Silly Vassal Part Three

James popularity declined rapidly. His blatant homosexuality offended all. Good books were getting harder and harder to be published because James censored everything he didn’t agree with. He arranged a marriage between his heir Charles and the infanta of Spain and in doing so gave a lot of concessions to the Roman Catholics. His administration was rife with Scandals. And the church of England to him was his own to with as he willed. As he grew older he grew more erratic. And his health declined. Also with age his perversions became more rampant. He would think nothing of kissing men on their mouths in public whether the recipients were perverts or not. Some of them would spit on the ground in disgust after being kissed this way by James. The following is largely a quote by Otto Scott, from James I biography, which described the end of this tyrant. James obeyed not rules, and followed no regiments except his immediate desires. He gorged himself on whatever dish appealed to him at the moment and was fondest of fresh fruits because they were easy on his remaining teeth. His drinking increased as his capacity decreased. By mid March 1625, James multiple physical ailments began to overwhelm him. When he died on the 27th March 1625 he left his realm embroiled in a conflict against Spain that launched a thirty years war. An heir intent on marrying a French Catholic princess, a bankrupt crown, and an England universally disgraced. On 24th of March James was sinking in his last moments on earth. His ailments and pains had become so numerous, that he kept his pains at bay only by copious quantities of beer. When he was told he was dying, he quickly took communion and summoned Prince Charles the heir. By the time Charles arrived his father had been deprived of any opportunity to make a death bed statement by a stroke that left him unable to speak. Even worse the stroke had unhinged his jaw, so that it hung laskly on his chest in a ghastly death like pose. Phlegm choked him. Servants kept running in and out with fresh towels. Then God a satirest, whose scale is beyond all mortals, sent an attack of dysentery. On Sunday March 27th, 1625, just before noon, James was carried away on a tide of his own outgoing waste. No fool was ever so fertile in the invention of fallacies or lest behind so many human errors to plague the human race, as James I. Hailed as a scholar, he sought to kill the thoughts of other men, yet as he died in his bed, the words of his old Calvinistic tutor George Buchannan were coursing through Englands political underground and the theories of John Knox were creating a new church and a new world. James inherited a world proud in the world, filled in riches, clear in purpose, strong in its sense of destiny. He left it wracked with dissension, economically gutted, sown thick with seeds of revolution, sinking into incoherent war,