Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Don't be stupid, be a smarty...

As the political world rages about Boris’s islamophobia and Jeremy’s anti-Semitism, while those who would be governed by them really couldn’t generally give less of a toss, I can’t help but wobble my head at the sad state of world affairs. Once, would-be leaders had noble aims and lofty ideals to make the world a better place; great statesmen plied their trade and built reputations for honesty, diligence and forthright adherence to... well, to something at least honourable. Now? Now it’s like a bunch of kids squabbling over inconsequential fripperies.

The greater mass of the British population are natural centrists. Oh, they may vote, at least historically, for leftist parties, misunderstanding their intent, but the core vote is fundamentally conservative by nature; by human nature. The Tories haven’t been even close to being right wing in living memory, which is one of the reasons they react with such horror to the much-vaunted but little-evidenced, ‘rise of the right’. Ask a working man what his true values are and you will hear recited the basic manifesto of what used to be the Conservative and Union Party:

Work, don’t shirk; pay your taxes; look after you and yours and charity begins at home. Tolerate others, but don’t let them take the piss. Law and order, control the border and happily and uncontroversially wave the appropriate flag at the appropriate events. Be proud, be patriotic but don’t take it too seriously. Crack on, make do and have a laugh at yourself when you fuck up. Give a bloke a fair chance, defend the weak, look after the sick and never forget that there, but for the grace of... etc.

But, oh my goodness, look at what passes for political activism today. Anti-Trump activists are actually – and hysterically - inciting violence and insurrection. Anti-Brexit activists have actually – and hysterically – called for violence and insurrection. The hapless and inept Tories, crippled by their desperation to offend nobody, just sit back and take it when they are attacked and defamed as ‘literally Nazis’ and ‘the nasty party’ by the nice young people who vocally wish them dead; by violent means.

Meantime, an invading and wholly incompatible ideology is excused yet another attempt to kill and maim because Boris made a lame quip? Who even believes this shit except for those with a vested interest in perpetuating the myth of multiculturalism? Britain is not and never was ‘a nation of immigrants’. And it is perfectly possible – demonstrably so - for black and brown people to be racist as racism has literally nothing to do with whether you hold  some nebulously defined position of ‘power’ or its proxy, ‘privilege’. What a crock.

You can’t make something true just because you say it is true and those of us – on both sides of the actually quite slender political divide – who daily deal with the real and pressing matters of the world know this. But still the divisive factions – all of them, every single one, cleaving to the far left – insist on maintaining the lies. Their mantra: keep the lie simple, keep telling it, especially tell it to the children and watch as the lie becomes truth.

Nazi? Moi?

While useful idiots like Owen Jones are screeching incoherently about the ‘far right’ and fascism and how the jackbooted Stormtroopers of the neo-Nazi Tory Party are recreating 1930s Germany it might be pertinent to point out a few cold truths: Leftist propaganda techniques are exactly as Joseph Goebbels recommended. It is not the right, but the friends of the left who are trying to kill us. And if they really want to see Nazis they need only look in the mirror.

Monday, 13 August 2018

Make do and mend

I was reminded yesterday of the mission statement, whereby virtue-signalling, fad-following company evangelists dream up ludicrously trite expressions which reveal the vast and echoing hollow emptiness of their souls. For every corporate vision you can be sure that a team of gutless, witless HR/PR/VCR types will have been paid good money; money that could otherwise have gone to maintaining or improving the core business.

But surely, they will protest, we do improve the core business... by focusing on the synergies which generate diverse new solutions, incentivising innovation and pro-active intervention in ongoing processes... going forward. Yes, of course you need to have an aim but honestly aren’t you fed up to the back teeth with all this ‘passion’ that companies are selling these days? Passionate about this, passionate about that. Yeah, yeah, we get it... but why not just be honest that all you are really passionate about is profit?

Admittedly, it must be nice to be engaged in an industry where profit is merely a happy outcome of doing something you really enjoy. But don’t rub our noses in it, for goodness’ sake; many people work at jobs which slowly grind them down over many years and these sorts of jobs are not improved – in fact, often the reverse – by the heavy-handed interventions of sociologists fiddling about at the extremities. Few companies were improved by the advent of the HR department and since when did HR become more important than the engineers and producers and front-line salespeople who do the hard miles?

The same is true in politics and thus we get vacuous bigots like David Lammy; greasy pole climbers with barely a brain cell not fully employed in dreaming up offence on behalf of anybody they have decreed must be offended. Politicians were once of the people – one of Labour's great achievements - and had grounding in real, local issues. Sure, there have always been idealists and there will always be those with a greater mission than sorting out the pothole problem, but when it comes down to it, the unglamorous potholes still need sorting out.

But so many MPs now come through the Oxford PPE, Spad, special interest routes that the impression among the wider electorate is that their concerns are as nothing against the great crusades of leftist thought. No cause, it seems, is too insignificant to get angry about and no imaginary slight too small to protest. For those caught up in the maelstrom of self-righteous outrage it all seems real enough, but from the outside you just look like a bunch of children stamping your tiny feet. If you ain’t gonna fix them potholes, we’ll have to do it ourselves.

In times of plenty nobody much cares about what our idiot political class is getting up to; there is enough to go around. But in times of stress – and by all accounts (if you believe such accounts) every budget is being stretched to breaking point and there is nothing in the pot for petty point-scoring. In the war, they were told to make do and mend; this is what is happening in politics now. Our MPs are no longer representing the core business of government; instead they have become the HR arm, forever fiddling with the inconsequential.

Our politics is broken... time to start over

When you can’t rely on elected officials to do their job you have to just ignore them and do it yourself. Cut through the waffle, crack on with the job and challenge every bit of pointless rhetoric posing as noble endeavour. And when after all your efforts to fix your member have proved insufficient you have to go out and make a new one. If you want a government that does what you want it to do, you can no longer rely on the existing political class. It’s time to make a new one from scratch.

Thursday, 9 August 2018

The God Squad

Voltaire is credited with saying that if god did not exist it would be necessary to invent him. He meant, of course that belief in a supernatural, omnipotent, supra-human entity was essential to a civilised society. In those less ordered times the apparent existence of such a divine and retributive power was an important weapon in the armoury of rulers, who could invoke the ultimate destiny of your soul as a means to control the wayward masses.

Nowadays we have other sticks to do all that. We have police and social media to keep you on the straight and narrow. We have sanctions such as Twitter bans and no-platforming and – worse – withdrawal of freedom of speech. God no longer sees into your heart; twenty-four-seven surveillance does that and woe betide the transgressors for they shall forfeit their internet privileges and be cast unto oblivion lest they spreadest unapproved thought.

Nietzsche told us, long ago, that god is dead, but the bugger won’t stay buried. He keeps popping up here and there (and much to the annoyance of the feminazis, god is almost universally a ‘he’) but these days he’s a much diminished deity. Battsby’s Jehovah Law states that the more devout your belief in a god, the less to be valued is your opinion on other matters. The corollary to that is that men of god are either simple fools with toothless agendas, or else cynical charlatans with evil intent.

Take the Pope – no, really – the papacy wields great power and controls great wealth and has access to texts denied the rest of humanity. The Pope is either an incredibly well-informed leader of millions, in which case he can’t possibly believe in god, or he is a simple dupe of others who pull his strings. I imagine the scene in the movie where, having been chosen to place his arse on the chair of St Peter, the new bishop of Rome is ushered into a star chamber where the true secrets of Catholicism are revealed.

Thereafter he must make a choice to continue the charade or else give up the top job. None have yet been equal to the tricky (and possibly fatal) task of honesty, from which I conclude that exactly like former Eurosceptic politicians who undergo Damascene conversions on attaining high office – Blair and Hague to list but two of many – Popes decide to swallow the blue pill and continue in a state of blissful compliance.

That propensity alone – the willingness to abandon rational enquiry – is worthy of ridicule. To imagine that a god who created all life can somehow be arsed to decree what you must wear is surely fertile ground for mockery. Dave Allen’s entire career was built on mocking religion, especially Roman Catholicism. He wasn’t struck down because, on the whole, Christians are a cheek-turning bunch. But can you imagine the fate of a modern counterpart turning his gaze on islam?

For three days the only news has been people repeating, over and over again the words which Boris merely wrote. As the clamour for him to be punished rise in pitch and increase in frenzy, we should remind ourselves on something else often (if erroneously) attributed to Voltaire: To discover who rules over you, simply find out who (or what) you are not allowed to criticise.

Wednesday, 8 August 2018

Return to the Planet of the Apes!

The climatists must be absolutely wetting themselves with a mixture of glee and fear; glee that – look – the giant spaceship IS coming to kill us all and fear that – oh my god – what beast from hell have we summoned? The latest from the increasingly unhinged fringes of ‘climate science’ is the projection of earth as an uninhabitable fireball where sea levels rise and the surface boils and only mutant silicone-based life forms will survive.

It panicked one article writer into producing a doom-laden thesis that we could save the planet if only we could somehow rein in the rise of the far-right. For Guardianistas, crushing anti-leftist sentiment is the key to everything. Global warming is the fault of evil, greedy, right-wing, evil, greedy, grasping, evil, greedy capitalism. It causes wars and mass migrations, leading to stabbings among sub-Saharan Africans on the streets of Europe’s capital cities and is it any wonder that we then get islamophobia?

Into this febrile eco-system steps a lumbering beast; a throwback to prehistoric times; times when language was a blunt instrument, unhoned by years of dedication to the cause of never, ever offending anybody likely to blow up in your face... The bien pensants of political correctness have been in conniptions ever since Boris said what most people think. And whatever else happens Boris must not apologise for making a perfectly apt observation about the ridiculousness of wearing slave sacks in a supposed free country.

But we’re dealing with ‘ologies’ here and if you got an ‘ology you’re a scientist, innit? And just as the climate chimps have learned to use the tools of their trade (which is attracting research funding – after all your trade is the means by which you make your living) so have the practitioners of eternal offence. The climate protection racket follows this logic:
  • The climate is changing and we think we’re to blame.
  • Give us money to see if this is true
  • Yes, it is true, but we’re not sure how bad it’s going to get
  • Give us more money...
  • Repeat

This model has been so effective that, as everybody now knows, 97% of the people who depend for a living/reputation on proving man-made global climate catastrophe believe that their research is accurate vita and must continue. And by the way, we’re all going to die; give now! Those who seek to make a living out of being grumpy about white people have watched and learned and POCs have their own funding model. The Perpetual Offence Cycle goes thus:
  • Only white people can be racist so,
  • Anything white people say should be examined for racist content
  • The more we examine it, the more we find
  • We need more time to study this, therefore...
  • We have no time for actual work, thus,
  • White people must pay us to keep hating them.

Those bastards finally did it...

And so it will go on, ad nauseum, until somebody stops them , or we slip back into the stone age. Nobody in government or opposition, has given any hint that they would even consider doing anything about it until now. And even now, all Boris has done is dip a toe into the waters of public opinion to see how it affects his approval rating - he's struck gold. Should he apologise? Should he fuck.

Monday, 6 August 2018

Bring it on

Once again, the tedious battle of Brexit drags on between the ardent, whining, earnest remainers who thrust all manner of fantasy facts into the debate, versus the lumpen, sluggish Leavers who only have emotion on their side. Of course this isn’t true. The ‘facts’ that Remainers wield are disputed, disparate and almost always pure conjecture. They frequently present straw-man fallacies (do they have sessions in smoke-filled rooms where they dream up their debating points?) and challenge Leavers to refute them.

By way of example I was recently asked: “Just for clarity are you really saying that you are content for the views of 17.4m as expressed in a flawed Advisory Ref to be imposed on the majority of the population (49m) without further consideration or consultation ?” This is as close to “So, to clarify, when did you stop beating your wife?” as makes no difference. It’s much like Jeremy Corbyn – who I am absolutely sure is horrified by anti-Semitism – having to repeatedly deny that his party has a problem with anti-Semitism. To respond at all is to play ‘stop hitting yourself’.

Parroting the arguments made by the remain flag bearers will have no effect on Leavers because such apparent precision is no part of the argument. It makes no difference to us that we might be 5% worse off, or have a 2.4% greater chance of suffering cataracts, or earthquakes because these things are unknowable. And it is precisely because we don’t know what the answer is that we can’t or won’t respond to their ridiculous ‘are you happy that *insert spookily precise disaster figure* will happen?’ demands.

But we do know what the answer isn’t. The answer isn’t to just ignore the evidence that our elected representatives don’t represent us. Our understanding of representative democracy is not that we elect somebody on a manifesto and then cheerfully accept their tearing up that very manifesto once in office because we have somehow now abrogated all involvement and must let our non-representatives represent only themselves.

And this de-coupling of power from the people is exacerbated when supposed sovereign nations then give over their decision making to even further removed Eurocrats. But they are elected, they are accountable, say the dullards of Remain; we do have democracy, see? But, of course, we don’t. The burghers of Brussels may be appointed or elected by people who have been appointed or elected but that is as far removed from a recognisable democracy as you having a say over who your parents are.

Yes, the complex issues of economics, immigration, defence, foreign policy, trade, etc, etc ARE beyond the intellectual grasp of the vast majority of voters. But these things are also beyond the ken of most politicians, who are even less likely to challenge those who really organise these affairs – civil services, special advisors, lobby groups, the media and global business interests who seek to control whole continents through manipulation of their government placemen. To break the spell, to cut through the glimmer you need the simplicity of thought of those who have nothing to gain from blind compliance and no reason to accept nebulous projections at face value.

Who's next for sanity?

So when we have it remainsplained that we are too simple to understand the complex issues, of course we agree with you. Because you are no better informed than we are; you are simply more invested in an opposite point of view which you think your force-fed facts somehow justify. Well, we want to free you from your serfdom; we want to help you see that you don’t need the arguments of others to justify your lives and we want to help you cope with the tiny adjustments you might need to make. Why did we vote for Brexit? We did it for you.