Wokey wokey!

I have tried, many times, to get back on 'The Twitter', which is still a far better name than 'X' will ever be. I hear stories of pardons and resurrections of old accounts but it appears I am still persona non grata on that platform. Instead I have taken to the comments section of certain national newspapers online, but it's not the same.

But if X survives, and if I am ever able to post again, I fear the blockers and reporters will be there in a matter of days to take me down. Why, I really don't know. I can still read Twitter on my laptop if not my phone,  but I can't respond. (I frequently like a post, only to see the count go up by one, then immediately revert to the original number. I do this as a means of checking whether I still have any functionality at all.)

Meanwhile, the world around me appears to be woker by the day. I just read an article about publishing houses and the deservedly dismal sales of various woke volumes. 'Elliot' Page's transgender journey, for instance, for which 'he' received an advance which far exceeded any  possibly royalties from the few thousand sales. At least the reader's have a vote and they can take their book tokens elsewhere.

But the flimsy pretexts of the various strands of woke idiocy - race theory, gender benders, social justice, mental fragility - as clearly flawed as they appear to us normies, continues to gather their advocates. From high court judges to influential politicians, from sports stars, film stars, soap stars and some of the loudest people on the planet there seems to be no corner uninfected by the disease.

And yes, I get it, if you are trying to sell a book, a movie, a business, even, you can't afford to alienate your audience. But those genuinely afflicted by faulty imaginations are tiny in number. Why, if you gathered them all in one place they would amount to a few hundred thousand, in comparison with the billions on the planet. They are insignificant, and they are not normal, by any definition.

But ordinary people are idiots, too, and the woke flag is flown by those with the power to influence the purchasing decisions of millions. And beneath those big-ticket blowhards are the teachers and preachers who can't possibly all believe everything, but all they need to believe is that their own jobs are on the line if they don't toe it. 

I'm guessing the same applies to Twitter employees and bots who sent me the reply above to my latest request (today) to review my suspension. To this day I don't know what 'hateful conduct' I engaged in, but the chances are it was something utterly innocuous unless viewed through the woke lens of today's anti-normal society. 

Well, they can all fuck off.

Totally Zuckered

It was nice, this morning, when I casually logged into my blog account, to find a trio of recent comments variously suggesting that they had heard I was back on Twitter, that they wished I was back on Twitter, and even that I may have been missed by the good folk on Twitter. A shame, then, that no matter how many times I have set up accounts on Twitter, the block bots quickly dob me in and shut me down. I had no idea before all of this that my views were so viciously ‘far-right’ as to require automatic censure.

Since the permanent suspension, however, I have discovered that Twitter really is a seething hive of nasty, vicious killer bees without which I am doing quite nicely, thank you. I refer, of course, to the virulent strain of hatred that is in the very blood of ‘be-kind’ leftists, whether they tweet, blog, or just smash up buildings and burn police cars whenever the mood takes them, which is whenever anybody disagrees with them. Only today I read about the Landry/Schmitt case against the Biden administration for trying to suppress free speech via social media, in direct contravention to the USA Constitution’s First Amendment rights. It has chilling echoes of China’s reported social credit regime.

Everywhere you look, the idiots are winning. Soon, your children will need to be taken from you at birth to avoid the toxic intervention of parental love and guidance. Instead, if the forever creeping remit of the state has its way, infants will be suckled in special baby farms where the correct attitudes and behaviours will be inculcated from the very start of their lives, in preparation for those attitudes and behaviours to be forever monitored and adjusted by edict from on high.

And who will get to decide what is correct? Why, second-rate, failed politicians such as Donald Tusk, now trying for high office in his native Poland on a platform of keeping out immigrants – oh yes, his principles are just as much for sale as any other notable EU types. Types such as Ursula Fond-o-Lying, the abject failure of an ex-defence minister in Germany, who will likely head up NATO in the near future, supported by that same Senile Joe Biden. It all rather stinks, doesn’t it?

But don’t worry, nature will out, and the natives will revolt; they know nothing else. Across Europe the precincts are burning because imposed political diktats have created societies so fractured that the only outcome possible is martial conflict. And no matter how far our mediocre leaders want to believe that we are all the same, the differences between us are all too apparent.

Meet the new boss...

Once those differences are noted it can be near impossible for them not to become dividing lines. And either side of those lines, opposing motivations appear; all competing for the same scarce resources. In 1984 Oceania is always at war with Eastasia, in the world of tomorrow, everybody will be on a permanent war footing with everybody else. Oh, and Twitter will have been buried by Zuckerberg.

It's Time...

 Lots of whingers and whiners out and about yesterday, moaning about the existence of a monarch in the first place, the cost of the day, and perhaps most of all, indignation at the arrests of the Republic protesters. As a former allegiant to HM QEII, having been a member of the armed forces, I am ambivalent to the reign of KCIII and take only a passing interest in matters royal. But as an Englishman I have no problem with the continuance of the institution, just so long as it has no problem with me.

But the shrieks of indignant calamity, along with cries of “Police State!” and “Welcome to the UKSSR!” are just performative ‘look at me’ nonsense. The right to peaceful protest is an apparent and oft-repeated cornerstone of democracy, although I have never felt the need, but surely in a democracy the will of the majority should prevail. And I’m pretty sure the majority would have felt the demonstration lowered the tone. I doubt they will be charged, but to be arrested and removed was probably the right police action in this case.

Protest is one thing but being an annoying prat and spoiling the party is just infantile. It’s only a shame that the police can’t exercise the democratic rights of the majority not to be continually harassed by the legions of misanthropes out there, who would deny us all we enjoy. The world outside that of ordinary, hard-working people just trying to get by, seems to be crowded out by the assorted miserabilists of the age:

Just Stop Oil, plying their insincere trade mere weeks after Drax have been chastised for their biomass operation being not only more polluting than coal, but more expensive, funded by the taxpayer and having the effect of actually increasing carbon emissions. Extinction Rebellion and its offshoots, hypocritically intent on bringing about the extinction of the human race, or at least the enjoyment of human life. And all the other causes-du-jour with no aim in their lives other than ruining everybody else’s.

So, the coronation is over; Charles can crack on and dabble with his favoured causes, and it’s time for the country to get back to work unhindered by the pseudo-science and psychobabble of the new-age seers who imagine themselves as Cassandras, but invariably turn out to be Nostradami, whose prophecies only appear to come true if you twist the facts beyond reason. Ignore them, resist their entreaties and resort to the one paradigm that has propped up human society from the start; every man for himself.

Let's get back to work...

Sod the planet, let’s save the nation. Reject the globalist for the local. Family, community, town then county. Get that right, restore a bit of personal, then family pride and national pride will surely follow. Don’t expect help from the state, look after your own, and things should fall back into place. Fight your fight before you take up arms for others and most of all, don’t fall for the bullshit. It’s time to get his shit sorted.

Long to Rain Over Us

 A propos of nothing in particular, the other day I found myself watching a short film clip of London in the 1960s. As I bathed in the warm nostalgia it occurred to me to wonder where they had put all the black and brown people while they did the filming. The clip was a montage of shots and didn’t appear to be a highly organised affair, so my conclusion could possibly be that here this was documentary evidence that my memories are not false after all.

Yes, readers, despite being told for decades now that Britain was built, actually built, by ethnic diversity this is simply not true. For people of my generation – late boomer, for reference - there really was a golden age, when people of Britain knew who they were and where they had come from. And not only were we white, we were fairly homogeneously white at that, the majority of the population coming from a stable ethnic mix over the last thousand years.

I distinctly remember how you could easily spot a foreigner; they just looked different. A swarthy complexion, exaggerated features, something about the way they dressed, the way held themselves… and of course, their accent. You could instantly discern, almost without thought and pretty accurately that somebody was ‘not from here’. Nowadays, any such assumption would condemn you as a hideous racist.

The various affiliations which can all be accurately assigned to a lumpen ‘the left’ are naturally proud that we no longer know who belongs here and who we can trust. Everybody is equal, they claim, when the clear evidence of everyday life is expressly to the contrary. Britannia ruled the waves and with this confident certainty we all clung to a belief in the rectitude of our national morality and the fairness of our national conversation.

It wasn’t perfect – far from it, of course – but we knew who we were as a people and we were invested in, if disorganised about, a better future for all. Sure, we welcomed incomers, especially where they imported skills, attitudes and intellects which benefited the whole. And while we were uneasy about the displacement of some formerly white working classes by incoming and different ‘communities’ we recognised the instinct to live among your own and dutifully moved out of those areas.

But it has continued and accelerated and with the coronation service today being, by the King’s wish, a multi-faith, multi-community, multi-ethnic affair it is being enshrined in our unwritten constitution. By royal approval. To speak out about it is heresy, or even a crime. To deal in facts is to deny the new history, being rewritten openly, right in front of our eyes. As the late Sir Roger Scruton observed:

 "Take any aspect of the Western inheritance of which our ancestors were proud, and you will find university courses devoted to deconstructing it..."

"Take any positive feature of our political and cultural inheritance, and you will find concerted efforts in both the media and the academy to place it in quotation marks, and make it look like an imposture or a deceit."

Pennies from heaven? I think not...

The heavens have chosen to rain on the coronation parade today, after a decent spell of calm, dry weather. For those of a prophetic leaning this might be taken as an ominous sign. Is Coronation Day going to become some sort of St Swithin’s Day event? Has the sun forever set on all that we were? It certainly looks like it. Even the optimist will find it hard, given the apocalyptic events of the last half century, to imagine today marks a new beginning for all but the King himself. Long to ‘rain’ over us?

Wolf Man

When we are lectured by luvvies who make their living by dressing up and playing make-believe we can normally remind ourselves that saner and more rational heads prevail in the realms of science and engineering. So, one would imagine that a programme called Inside Science might want to present us with the ingenious solutions to whatever challenges face us. But no, yesterday’s edition on BBC Radio 4 embarked on a farce of let’s-pretend using that ghastly pseudo-science term, a thought experiment.

The 30 by 30 policy, agreed at COP15 in November is a commitment (thus far unpromulgated to the huddled masses who will have to pay for it) to turn over to nature 30% of the Earths land mass by… wait for it… 2030. Well, this is the first I have heard of it, yet instead of Inside Science giving us a proper appraisal of the task, the way ahead and the rewards it would bring to all, it did no such thing.

Instead, it presented a twee, imaginary look backward from the far-distant future of 2030 (yes, just 7 years away) where the whole of the United Kingdom is a green and pleasant land, in harmony with a newly burnished nautical world teeming with fish and fowl and … wolves. Oh yes, in just seven years we will not only have re-introduced wolves, they will also have successfully bred and perfectly culled the deer population, allowing mature forests to grow on former heathland.

Furthermore, the entire population having become devout vegans, cattle and sheep grazing on upland slopes will have ceased and the tree line will have climbed well above present levels. Every man, woman and child will live in bucolic splendour with space to breathe in the newly clean air, enthuse by a new love of walking and conservation. Foreign holidays would be undreamed of – why, tourists would flock to Britain just to see the wildlife.

The ridiculous wolf enthusiast, George Monbiot, delivered a caricature of his already caricatured self, along with a clutch of breathless, infantile imagineers. In this so-called ‘experiment’ – teenage daydream would be far closer to the mark – they posited a world transformed and led by a 22-year old Prime Minister. Well, duh-err, obviously the world of the incredibly-near-future will take all its direction from people who are currently swotting for their GCSEs.

The intentions of the panel may have been to show how, with a determined mission, we might entirely transform this country, but it was as fatuous an attempt as is the government forever setting new targets to be missed. The idea that, outside a cosy tea-party set of comfortable, educated, middle-class Greenies, anybody really gives a fig for 30-by-30 is illusory at best and downright laughable in reality. Worse, it is an insult to those families struggling to pay the bills, worrying about the cost of getting to and from work and fearful of future winters where heating is an impossible dream.

If the chattering classes really cared about the human population one bit, as opposed to beavers, bears and wolf packs, they would push for a proper cost-benefit analysis of going all out for net-zero. Is it even achievable at all, and if so, at what cost? Is it possibly the case that in doing nothing at all we may end up in much the same situation and merely have to adapt to any environmental changes? Or is the truth somewhere in-between, in the unexplored cracks between all the disparate proposals? In the absence of proper inquiry and subsequent, coordinated guidance we are, effectively, where we are now anyway.

Welcome to your future home...

You want a prediction? By 2030 the headway we may have made in wind power, solar, electrification of transport and heating, will already be showing signs of strain. We haven’t the will or the manpower… or the money, to do anything on the scale that the government’s unachievable targets demand; far from it. I predict that electric vehicle introduction will falter and the deadline will only get pushed back at the very last minute. I reckon that heat pumps will quietly fade from the headlines as more and more find they can neither afford to buy nor run them. And as for the wolves? You may as well be howling at the moon.