Not Hitler

The western world has really lost the plot. All over social media, all over the news, everywhere you look and listen, you can see and hear the signs of upheaval. People are preaching to each other and forming opposition movements, possibly even militia. And the purpose of these movements? Well hardly a day goes by without some administration or other being compared to Nazi Germany; except they have it arse-about-face.

Only this morning on the BBC World Service I heard bleating idiots comparing Trump to Hitler. I heard a casual, pejorative mention of Trump by one of the judges during the Outlook Inspirations award show, turning what should have been all about uplifting personal journeys into a political message in support of the anti-populist narrative that has taken hold of many on the left.

Telling themselves fables around the righteous rebel campfire, their own populist appeal is used to bind them together in a tale of struggle against the oppressors. The oppressors, if you hadn’t worked it out, are those who are trying to act on behalf of the forgotten population, the ones who truly can’t fight for themselves, because they are too busy working, paying taxes and keeping everything together.

This isn’t like Nazi Germany at all. Germany wasn’t overrun with Jews; it hadn’t decided to overrule its citizens and refuse to listen to their concerns when throwing the borders open wide and searching the world for disgruntled, fighting-age Torah-touters to import in order to replace the indigenous population. It didn’t favour every last demand of minority interest groups ahead of the general mass of normal – yes, normal, in the literal sense - people.

If any part of society is behaving like Nazis it is the bizarre collective of leftist pressure groups seeking to shut down free speech, silence dissent, no-platform speakers and disrupt the electoral processes. It is the left installing muslim mayors and denigrating anybody who dares to oppose their ideology. It is the socialist mobs of Momentum et al who want to return everything to national ownership – national socialism, if you will – using the bully boy tactics of the uber-ironic Antifa and Hope-not-Hate and their masked thugs to enforce its message.

The rise of the idiocracy - lefty logic in a nutshell.

And on the subject of Brexit, the so-called rise of the right is an utter fiction, used to disguise the reality that it is Remain who are trying to dominate the political discourse by unsavoury means. It is Remain who threaten violence and disruption and it is Remain who are wedded to a big-state mentality whereby governments truly do rule, rather than govern. When the demos was asked about all of this they chose to oppose the rise of groupthink, thought policing and the coming Reich. Brexit is, quite literally, NOT Hitler.

March of the Mad

The madness spreads. When Sarah Huckabee Sanders agreed to leave the Red Hen restaurant for fear of triggering the gay waiting staff who, presumably, felt she might demand they be thrown from the roof, it also triggered a sympathetic wave of idiocy among those who call themselves democrats and liberals. Maxine Waters  seized the opportunity for a bit of personal glory and called for republicans to be harassed in public. This is the left, ladies and gentlemen. Those who would have you believe that they act through the simple goodness of their overflowing hearts.

The nominally right tend to exercise disdain by individually withdrawing their patronage – because they can – but the left has convinced itself of a certain victim status and thus such a peaceful avenue is closed to its powerless members and instead unrest it must be. By any stretch this is surreal, but then they genuinely believe they occupy a higher moral ground and such action is justified. But this isn’t true; rather, due to the magnetic flux density of mutual reinforcement, their moral compass is out of whack and their needles rock and spin. Every direction is north if they say it is.

Mass delusion is not only real, it is a universal human instinct. Confirmation bias is natural and insidious, groupthink can ensnare even the loftiest thinker and when it comes to moral relativism it is practically a necessity that they keep inventing ever more fantastic stories to hold the narrative together. Thus it is that you get feminist groups unable to criticise islamic practices towards women and girls because shared perceived victimhood trumps even the actual agenda that brought them together.

Fake news, manufactured crises and even the incitement of violence – for Waters’ rallying cry will foment violence – is all excused because it is in the service of a higher moral truth. By many measures Obama was a mediocre president, but he was excused any shortcomings because he was a darling of the American left. His charm and easy manners wooed the like-minded across the world. Why, they gave him a Nobel peace prize just for winning the presidency!

Of course he didn’t bring world peace, eradicate inequality or invent a cure for cancer; he couldn’t fix everything, you idiots. Give him a break, goddammit. He wasn’t omnipotent, but he was, despite his wealth, power and influence, an identifiable member of an acceptable victim class and could, therefore, do no wrong. Lefties will insist they judge everybody by the same standards, yet Trump must personally micro-manage every last thing to the satisfaction of the eternally dissatisfied and everybody who supports what he stands for must also be so charged with direct responsibility for every outcome of every policy, whoever originated it.

There is no agenda here...

Here in the UK, Richard Dawkins, normally a paragon of logic and scientific method (although his fanatic atheism does bear all the hallmarks of the devout) allowed himself to be enveloped in the warm fuzzy blanket of groupthink when he tweeted that, among the people’s vote march he felt good to be with the decent half of the population. Wow. Such arrogance, such certainty. What is wrong with these people? Healthy scepticism used to be considered a virtue, but today that will get you nowhere. No, if you want to fit in, pick up a placard, grab a brick and go on the march. What are we marching for; who cares, eh?

Cuckoo

You know the nutter on the bus and how every bus route seems to have one? Well they all got together yesterday and marched in central London. They marched to demand a ‘People’s Vote’ on any forthcoming EU deal, unaware or wilfully forgetting that we already had one, two years ago. Now, ordinarily, corralling all the lunatics together in one herd might seem like a good idea; at least you can keep an eye on them, right? But when the condition they harbour is so contagious this could be seen as irresponsible.

For a start, a good many of them are so blind to their own hypocrisy that although they spent the last two years decrying the referendum as anti-democratic and ‘only advisory’, they somehow believe that another one will redress the balance. But no, they tell themselves, that’s not what they want. Of course the Leave vote must be respected, they say; of course we have no intent to overturn it, they insist. All they want is a means to delay departure. Indefinitely... until the will of the people is reversed, presumably by body count. Nice.

It has been observed that had the Leave vote lost – the outcome confidently expected by the massed forces of the establishment – we would have grumbled for a while, yelled “fix!” and generally vented our frustrations. But I’m pretty sure that by now we’d have licked the wounds clean and gone about our business. It was generally recognised that the 2016 referendum was positively the last opportunity to extricate ourselves from the cloying embrace of ever-closer-union. But having put up and then lost, we would have mostly shut up.

I’m pretty confident that had the vote gone 52/48 for Remain, David Cameron would still be PM, Corbyn would be toast and London would not be constantly beset by the kind of serial mass idiocy of the Stockholm Syndrome set who will march for Europe even as the EU does its level best to replace the entire population with the kind of people you most often see selling knock-off sunglasses on a Marbella beach.

But what of the prominent remainers in meltdown? Surely we need to stage an intervention to prevent them from self-harming. As the mouth-foaming increases, the rhetoric gets increasingly combative; when they denigrate Leavers as populist, knuckle-dragging untermenschen they eerily echo the language used by the very cultural affiliations they ascribe to leave voters. We must resist the rise of the far right, they cry, as they send in their own brownshirts to counter any assembly and shut down any debate.

As we get closer to Brexit Day and it becomes increasingly apparent that the EU position is to offer no acceptable deal, the collective fervour of the likes of Anna Soubry, Gina Miller, Andrew Adonis, Alastair Campbell, and the frail and desperate Vince Cable looks more like psychosis with each passing day. They need to be segregated for their own safety and the peace and quiet and sanity of the rest of us. We may need to go to the extent of having a post-Brexit apartheid: British pubs and Remain pubs, British restaurants and Remain restaurants, British cinemas and Remain cinemas, etc.

Time for your medication...

Or maybe it’s time to reverse care-in-the-community and embark on a massive public building programme to create a network of Rehab centres, sanatoriums, and drop-in, day-care facilities to treat and contain the excesses of the inmates of Asylum Remain. We need to be prepared for the day the world fails to end for them and their spaceship remains obstinately absent. The Remain Jehovahs, peddling their EU Watchtowers may be with us forever, but at least we could treat them with the kind of care and compassion they would so readily withhold from us.

Not the Nine O'Clock News

Shane Allen, Controller of Comedy Commissioning at the BBC says Monty Python has had its day. Well, yes, it was 50 years ago, so... Naturally, as is only right when you denigrate, however slightly, a national treasure, the knives were out and Mr Allen – who sounds suspiciously like a white male, although (phew) he’s Irish, at least – was variously lampooned across media platforms as a humourless politically correct drone but I’m here to defend him. He’s only doing his job; and on £208 k p.a. what a job.

What he wants is material which is original and fresh. You know, like Mrs Brown’s Boys and Citizen Khan; stuff that could not possibly have been influenced by what came before and bears no resemblance to the stereotypical output of the 1970s. But don’t worry, I have it on good authority that Monty Python is never far from his thoughts. I have been fortunate enough to acquire a transcript of a recent commissioning meeting:

FX: KNOCK KNOCK

SHANE: Come in.

WRITER: Hello, is this the commissioning meeting?

SHANE: I just told you.

WRITER: No you didn’t

SHANE Oh, yes I did.

WRITER: No you didn’t.

SHANE: Did

WRITER: Didn’t

SHANE: Excuse me, is this a five minute argument or...

WRITER: I’ll come in again.

CARDINAL RICHLIEU ENTERS.

SHANE: Stop this. This is just silly

VOICE OFF: Mrs Niggerbaiter’s just exploded

SECOND VOICE OFF: She’s a staunch.

THIRD VOICE OFF: I don’t like darkies

FX: KNOCK KNOCK

WRITER: Can we start again?

SHANE: You’re not going to complain about a parrot, are you?

WRITER: No, I have an idea for an all-new comedy show

SHANE: It doesn’t involve unarmed combat against soft fruit, does it?

WRITER: No.

SHANE: No carnivorous rabbits?

WRITER: No

SHANE: You’re not going to parody the son of god?

WRITER: Wouldn’t dream of it; too dangerous these days

SHANE: No Knights who say Ni?

WRITER: No. See, you’ve got Diane Abbott, Jeremy Corbyn and John McDonnell sharing a flat in Venezuela...

Wanks as high as any in Wome...

SHANE: I never really wanted this job.... I wanted to be... I wanted to be... a lumberjack!

STIRRING MUSIC. CURTAINS OPEN TO REVEAL MOUNTIE CHOIR.

THE END... 

... OR IS IT?

Why should we?

David Lammy has been driving up his blood pressure again as he leapt aboard the anti-Trump train. The serial race-baiter couldn’t help but plough in with his obsessive aversion to the biggest white whale of all - the so-called leader of the free world. And so bizarrely sensitive to the baiters was Mrs May that she wobbled in the Commons yesterday as she tried to pretend she wasn’t going to cosy up to The Donald when he visits and was instead going to stand up to him. (Clue: She’s not.)

National leaders and supposed opinion-formers the world over are screeching negatively about his tough illegal immigrant border policy, even as their own constituents are loudly cheering him on... But what should we do, let them all in? There is a category of out-of-touch, new-world-order advocate that would simply throw the doors open wide. Come on, come all, for, in their eyes, all darker-tinged foreigners are somehow ‘better’ than all pale, gammonous, indigenous nationals.

Downtrodden people from rough, brutish regimes are sold dreams of riches in the first world and then aided and abetted in their quest by the dreaming acolytes of the political left. And yes, the world perhaps should be a lovely, fluffy place where everybody respects and loves everybody else. But the peddlers of this never-to-be-realised fiction are rarely disadvantaged by the realities that come with it, whereas those who are most directly affected are denied the voice to object.

What we see – every time - is these whole-worlders violently attacking the only part of society which pays for it. Metaphorically and sometimes literally biting the hand that feeds it. Desperate people, from barbaric cultures, promised a heaven on earth, are slow to adopt the tolerant laisse-faire attitudes of the generous host and instead revert to the methods that worked in their homelands. And the response when we point this out? “But what about ze cheeldren!”

The bleeding hearts simply cannot comprehend why we can’t put up with a bit of mild cultural displacement, segregation and ghettoisation in the interests of world peace. What’s a bit of moderate white flight when several million net recipients get to share in our barely adequate resources? So your kids have to become minorities in their own schools and you get to wait a few more years for your hip replacement? It’s a small price to pay, surely, in order to increase the maternity ward bed count.

What is wrong with wanting to keep what we have worked for? Why should we pay for illegal immigrants to simply pour across our borders and then demand – literally demand – that they be fed and clothed and housed and educated and treated and settled and be absolved their original crime and excused any further crimes? Why should we celebrate their malignant presence as ‘enrichment’ even as they preach against the very western values they have milked? Trump is dead right to stand firm. Put up with it? Why should we?