Never let a crisis go to waste

If you believe a map that is doing the rounds at the moment the latest outbreaks of the virus appear to afflict mainly Labour voting areas. Being full cognisant of confirmation bias, I nevertheless say, of course, what else would you expect? The leafy suburbs of prosperous commuters, now working from home and continuing to earn a decent living, give ample opportunity to isolate. Why, I have never even had a conversation with the neighbours, let alone any wider community.

But if you live cheek-by-jowl with the consequences of your chaotic social activities it is little wonder that you resemble a virus playground. Born into poverty, into a world where everybody you know has some familial connection with you, how else are you expected to navigate your life. The man who sleeps with your mother is not your father and the sisters and brothers you grow up with are only half-siblings. Your ‘aunties and uncles’ may or may not be blood… but they are probably not very far removed.

Whereas skilled professionals tend to have a social life that extends way beyond the immediate family, with acquaintanceships regularly sacrificed along the road to success; house moves, job moves, etc, the lives of Britain’s working classes are often lived entirely within the tribe. From school into work and a social life lived very much within a small geographical area, it is little wonder that such huddled communities have their own history and their own folklore.

Labour knows this and exploits a fierce tribal mythology that says all your problems stem from the hated Tories and all the solutions lie with Labour. Despite Labour strongholds serially failing to improve the lot of their constituents – often presiding over the corruption and decline which accompanies such nepotistic structures – it is still Boris Johnson who personally kicked the forkful of food from your mouth.

It is no surprise that certain Labour MPs have been exposed as gleefully exploiting the pandemic for political ends. And it will be no surprise that it will work, and the denizens of our crowded cities will return Labour MPs at the next election; there is so little the Conservatives can do about it. When generations have experienced the same privations, regardless of who was in power, why would they vote for people they have been brought up to see as rapacious ogres? Labour MP Jess Phillips even said as much; that in her family Tories were just regarded as evil.

Even if the current government were to pursue a ruinous policy of showering riches on these unproductive communities it would just be seen as naked bribery. As unpalatable as this message has become, ultimately it is not the job of government to make you rich or healthy. Or happy. Only you can ultimately do that. But if you have been brought up to expect failure and embrace mediocrity, it is unlikely you will participate in any new economic opportunities.

No. You will huddle closer together, tell yourselves that the Tories hate you and ignore the injunctions to socially distance, to maintain vigilance. But what other choice do you have? You will have to go to work to make ends meet – no WFH for you – and the virus will run riot through your ranks. It will just become another episode in your long history of being stuck at the bottom.

The next Labour manifesto - same as all the rest.

The chances are extremely high that you will survive, develop immunities, and carry on breeding. You will blame any suffering on the Conservative government and carry on with your miserable lives convinced that a Labour government would have done things entirely different. But as harsh as it sounds, your plight is neither caused by the Tories nor can be solved by Labour. Only you can do that… but will you?

Bow before your masters

 Forget Sars-Cov-2; we’re going to win that battle and it won’t take all that long in the overall scheme of things. And while I can’t say it openly on Twitter, for fear of upsetting followers who are determined to see the illuminati around every corner and the Rothschilds behind every deal, it strikes me that with all the hysteria over it we are taking our eyes off the most important existential threat we actually do face.

Our woke media and their callow disciples think there is nothing to worry about the threat that islam presents to an already weakened west. They say it’s islamophobia, that it’s just a bunch of old racists getting rancid over brown people. But it’s not; islam has an avowed intent to dominate the world and to have every human being submit to their very unlovely beliefs. If Christianity is a crock – and it is – it at least preaches peace and love and has inspired some of mankind’s greatest achievements.

What does the new islamic regime offer the followers of the mad mullah mohammed? Penury, it seems, in return for the false promise of an afterlife which mostly appears to offer endless gang-bangs for males; if any muslim women get to go to their heaven it appears they will be recycled as virgins and made available to the rape gangs which seems to be an obsession for muslim men. That or sultanas, depending on which depraved translation of the koran, you decide to follow. It somehow doesn’t seem very progressive.

So this story from Germany is unwelcome news indeed. In denying the appeal to sanity from locals who have been and will continue to be aurally raped by the wailing, the authorities have decided that the hideous call to jihad ‘prayer’ will resume. “Every society must accept that one will sometimes be aware that others exercise their faith,” The judge said, asserting once again the supremacy of ‘the new Germans’ over those who actually built all that the interlopers benefit from.

Across Europe mosques have been erected where no sane local authority would grant permission for any other form of building, let alone the eyesores which are the recruiting grounds for yet more unstable malcontents. Whereas some middle eastern temples are magnificent – at least in appearance (their construction quality having much in common with their culture) – those erected in civilised countries are huge armoured monoliths where the indigenous governments have forfeited their right to police.

To counter the criticism we are repeatedly informed that their numbers are small, their intentions lawful and that they contribute to the economies of developed lands, presumably by providing endless new work for benefits clerks. Small numbers? Try telling that to the cowed non-muslim inhabitants of the many islamic shitholes littered around the British Isles. That they appear to get preferential treatment, ahead of the indigenous, speaks volumes about the fear of governments in the face of a faith which brooks no dissent.

Place of worship, or fortress for the coming war?

So, once again, a warning that will fall on deaf ears. If you want your daughters to avoid the hideous prospect of being raped and trafficked then convert them now, before they hit puberty. If you don’t want your sons to suffer assault and battery then tell them to grow their beards, get on their knees and don’t dare to be gay. And as for your wives, beat them gently, cover them up and make them use the other door. Alternatively, grow a set and start fighting back.

Celluloid

Mansfield MP, Ben Bradley, has come out as a racist. Obviously, that never happened but what he has done is stated that he will not attend unconscious bias training. Why? Because it is utter rubbish. In fact, far from trying to rid you of your ‘unhelpful’ attitudes it is more likely to instil either a deep self-loathing or a fully unconscious prejudice against the people who ordered and delivered the training and all that they represent.

Actually, on reflection, maybe we should all attend such training so that we can better know the enemy. In a world where your children are exposed from an early age to rewritten history and led to despise their own grandparents as ignorant old racists it would be wise to examine and deconstruct the sinister lexicon of twisted race rhetoric and confected grievance, the better to counter it.

Everywhere you look it seems that somebody is changing this country. The way we look, how we speak, even what we think. Sadiq Khan is intent on accelerating the process by changing the appearance of London itself. Street names and statues will just be the vanguard of wholesale cultural vandalism. If you let the facts talk, statistically the correct number of minority ethnic contributors to this nation’s history can be counted on the fingers of a single hand.

That amounts to a correctly proportionate representation of exactly zero BAME statues, and a matching number of BAME streets. If anything, non-British ethnicity is not only over-represented as it is, it is grotesquely paraded everywhere you look. It is on the streets, on the screens and in your face, every minute of every day. Cowering footballers ‘taking the knee’, broadcasters giving over every discussion show to the subject, comedians (of a sort) basing their entire acts on the theme.

A historian of the future, indeed historians of today, for the medium is now mature, would do well to study not just the facts but the portrayal of the facts in movies, broadcasts, books, theatre and social media. Many people are already poring over social media and writing about the influences on people right now, but it will only be in hindsight that the full picture will be revealed, and it is no oil painting. (How long before portraits are removed from National Trust properties throughout the land?)

What do you mean, you thought Superman was white?

The movies of old praised valour and achievement and the baddies usually lost. While never an accurate portrayal of real life they nevertheless reflected the aspirations and ambitions of we mere mortals and inspired us to be better. Much, if not most of today’s Hollywood output explores the darker recesses of the human condition, focussing on failure, frailty and succumbing to temptation. Once, you knew the bad guy because he would be played by a British actor. In the future will the proxy for evil just be anybody white?