Monday, 10 May 2021

Hobson's Choice

Following the Hartlepool rout and the collapse of Labour support outside London – and even London wasn’t quite the walk in the park that people imagined – the media has been awash with commentary from ‘the usual suspects’. Why the likes of Femi Arsewole, Owen Lenin-Jones, Ash Sarkarstic and various other Junior Common Room gobshites should even be heard, let alone courted by serious media outlets, is something of a mystery.

There is a lot wrong with a world in which people who have no understanding of the common man get paid to pontificate on society and its ills. Are the bookers at the BBC, LBC, TalkRadio and other organs so restricted in their imagination that they can’t get out and ask people who are not paid-up members of ‘part-of-the-problem’? Diane Abbott’s take, for example, was that Starmer should have pushed the very Corbynist manifesto which brought about Labour’s biggest defeat in a lifetime.

It would be astonishing if it wasn’t now a daily occurrence. There seems to be a resolute determination to absolutely drown out the popular voice. Social media, in particular, seems to consist of echo chambers, bubbles of groupthink which occasionally rub up against each other, the ensuing debate being far from healthy. The rigid adherence to party lines, repeating dogma regardless of context, is more akin to religion than reason.

But what is Labour’s response? They are going to hold further navel gazing events in which they will ask the voters what they want then selectively screen the replies to create policies with only party appeal. When voters say they want to restrict illegal immigration, Labour will hear that they want all immigration to be legally recognised. When somebody suggests that islamic rape gangs should be hunted down and shot, Labour will take on board the message that there needs to be more diversity in the makeup of rape gangs.

Ask the people and they will tell you, overwhelmingly, that they abhor almost everything that comes out of Westminster. They will tell you to back policies which put the indigenous British at the forefront, in employment, benefits, medicine and education. They will appeal for swift and decisive justice, with a one law for all approach, not the apparent two-tier policing which appears to accord higher rights to certain ethnicities for fear of causing offence.

When it comes to the movements du jour of the left - Black Lives Matter, Extinction Rebellion, Antifa and all the other openly anti-white organisations – the public at large will not hold back in telling you what they think. On these and a plethora of other unhelpful issues, such as the steady infiltration of left wing thought in schools, the civil service, local authorities, the police… the public have had enough.

But will the Labour Party listen? Of course not; they will hear what they have decided to hear and drown out the reality. Safe inside their own heads they will imagine they are warriors for truth and justice. They will keep on pushing the kind of policy which sets neighbour against neighbour, creates ethnic ghettoes and results in a society in which a dwindling number of net taxpayers fund comfort for the idle.

And the Conservatives will, without any credible opposition, be able to continue to pretend that their tame, lacklustre offerings appeal to the masses. This isn’t good enough. We don’t want two parties offering about the same, just using different words, we want a real choice between a proper Conservative manifesto and a proper Labour one, and right now we are getting neither.

Friday, 7 May 2021


The Labour stronghold of Hartlepool has, as expected, fallen to the Conservative and Unionist Party. The ‘hated’ Tories took 180% more votes than the incumbent socialists, who only narrowly hung on last time round because of the Brexit Party taking blue votes. I say this because it isn’t as if Labour hasn’t had an opportunity to wonder why.

The usual platitudes have been uttered about how they ran a great campaign but, sadly, didn’t manage to ‘cut-through’ on the day. As if they think that they promoted a winning argument but people just woke up yesterday and thought “You know what, I’ll give the other lot a go.” Now come the regular bouts of handwringing, of introspection, of asking each other what went wrong.

Panels will be convened, debates will be had, and ultimately ‘lessons will be learned’. But they won’t, will they? Because, for years, decades now, the working people of this country have been dismissed by the party which was originally formed for them and from them. They have been vilified as bigots and racists – more so every year – for daring to think the way they do. For daring to hope for better. For daring to say out loud the things that Labour do not want to hear.

No working man gives a toss about Palestine, about ‘equality & diversity’ or gender issues. They don’t care about black lives any more than white and they really don’t care for mass muslim immigration, expansion and treatment as a favoured class. For as long as I can remember, the Conservatives have far better espoused the basic principles of ordinary people.

Why have patriotism, fair play and simple decency become anathema to any political party, let alone one founded on the solidarity of the common man? As has been observed by plenty of commentators, including some staunch Labour flag-flyers, the party has become hostage to right-on, but decidedly niche thinking. Standing up for equality is a good thing, but putting the rights of noisy, demanding ultra-minorities above those of everybody else is actually just plain stupid.

And so the stupid, stupid Labour leadership – whoever that might be tomorrow – will continue to listen to every voice except those who could bring them victory. It’s as if they have opened up a pork butcher in the middle of Bradford and still can’t fathom that no matter how loudly they bark their wares they can’t sell a single sausage. It’s as if winning power is entirely secondary to their pathetic, back-slapping, circle jerkery.

Inflated votes for Boris...

Even as I write this I am listening to a Labour spokesman spouting out the same old tin-eared phrases. “We need to listen to our base; we need to focus on aspiration; Labour needs to reconnect with its lost voters… yada, yada, yada.” I have been hearing this bollocks for years and every time I hear it I know I can breathe easy in the knowledge that Labour is, once again, eating itself. Gobble it up, fellas, there’s a lot of gristle to get through.

Tuesday, 4 May 2021

Publish and be damned

 The Duchess of Sussex, who has possibly no idea where Sussex even is (and apparently has no desire to ever set foot there) is to have a children’s book published. I can’t imagine how utterly dreadful it is likely to be, so it's just as well that a couple of pages have been released on preview… and now we can all see how utterly dreadful it actually is.

The worst of it is, though, that instead of shunning this blatant piece of characteristic self-publicity, certain wrong-brained sectors of society will lap it up. Books written by the fame-seeking classes are invariably consumed by semi-literate non-achievers. It’s a classic pairing and one which has gone from strength to strength as world intellect has been diluted and the planet grows ever dumber.

It is no wonder that western societies insist on voting for ever more dysfunctional governance when they can’t tell charlatan from scholar, poseur from potentate, arsewipe from artist. The right to vote ought to be based on certain such decisions; your choice of celebrities at whose feet to worship should at the very least limit the weight of your opinion. Let’s say your ballot lose 10% of its validity for every vapid fad you follow.

According to ‘climate scientists’ we are up shit creek without a paddle in sight. The planet is going to burn and take all your children’s children with it. Your modern conveniences must be curtailed towards negligible, and you will be reduced to scratching for an existence, let alone a living. The lights are going to go out and the third world is going to be poisoned with cobalt and forced to live atop rising mountains of our waste products simply for being born in the wrong place…

But you want to idolise Me-Again and Prince Whiny? I’m trying here but finding the words to express how much this appals me is proving an impossible task. There are authors in the world who agonise over their craft, spending years in creating art from alphabet and weaving tapestries of light and enchantment, who barely make their mortgage payments. How must they feel when all a gobby ingrate needs to do is cobble a few dull words together and a book deal miraculously appears?

There are many events, occurring daily, which show the extent to which the formerly civilised world is conspiring in its own demise but this sort of shit takes the biscuit. Retreating from public life and duty, only to use that profile with impunity to further your own ends is the kind of breath-taking hypocrisy we have come to see as commonplace. It demonstrates not only a venal personality but also sheer, uncompromising arrogance.

The work of a towering intellect.

How one person can be so blind as to how they are perceived by the majority of decent, honest, working people at whom she snubs her nose is, frankly, astonishing. But if you look around it is everywhere. Expenses scandals, sexual shenanigans, fraud, corruption and graft; the worst excesses of a worsening world are openly flaunted and no shame shown, no accounts held. We really are going to hell, aren’t we?

Wednesday, 28 April 2021

Going Gentle

When I was young, I’m sure the word sleaze meant dirty, obscene, perverted, disgusting, and any other words that could be used to describe a morally disreputable character. I always associate the word with sexual impropriety, such as with middle-aged men leching over barely-legal teens, or the haunting of the dungeons of deviant Soho. Even as I approach retirement age I still can’t quite get used to it being used instead of graft.

Graft is generally described as “The act of getting money or advantage through the dishonest use of political power and influence.” Or “The unscrupulous use of a politician's authority for personal gain.” Surely this is a far better term to use when describing the alleged shenanigans of MPs, PMs, even, when it comes to money power and influence? Sleaze, it seems to me, oozes slime and sweaty lechery far better than it expresses anything else.

But of course, semantics are the least of our concerns when, as is now more often the case than not, the two main parties in British politics are locking horns over genuinely minor issues of deportment in public and personal life, instead of engaging in fierce debate over policy. Long gone are the days when the public expected impeccable character of their betters; now we just want some idea of what the parties stand for.

As far as I can tell the Labour stance is simply to oppose; whatever the Tories are doing it is wrong, or not hard enough, or not deep enough, or not fast enough. It is as if the entire Labour machine is now devoted to slagging off the Tories and in so doing bringing themselves into disrepute likewise. Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone, etc… Please, for heaven’s sake, stop giving Boris and company such an easy ride and get on with some serious thinking about why anybody would want to vote for the exact same thing.

While some voters will cast for Labour no matter how corrupt they have become and some will cross their box for Conservative out of sheer desperation for fiscal prudence, knowing there will be none, the fact is there is little to choose between them. Both are Green in their toothless, clawless incompetence, and both will readily sacrifice the independence of the electorate in the search for approval from the noisy pressure groups for climate action, diversity and the legions of equality cabals.

And while many who are engaged in the wars of words on social media predict a sea change in domestic politics I just see more of the same. I have been seeing more of the same for thirty-odd years and I don’t expect any form of revolution – other than the impending islamic one – any time soon. Do not go gentle into that good night, they say, but we have already gone. It’s every man for himself now.

Sunday, 18 April 2021

Authentically White

I was a bit late to the party on this one, but apparently Luther, as played by proposed black James Bond Idris Elba, is not black enough: BBC diversity chief Miranda Wayland says that ethnic minorities are portrayed inauthentically, even, apparently, when written by people from those same backgrounds to parody their own portrayal. As for Idris Elba, the vicious, far-right, ‘so-called comedian’ Andrew Lawrence asked, did he not leave a long enough trail of abandoned illegitimate children? Did he not deal drugs, etc? My favourite suggestion from the Twittersphere was that the series should perhaps be renamed ‘Looter’. Boom!

As another Tweeter remarked “gypsies on the BBC aren't gipsy enough. Chinese people aren't Chinese enough. Black people aren't Black enough. Asian People aren't Asian enough. African people aren't African enough. And White people are racist!” This is becoming a tedious and unimaginative theme now, yet the crazy dogma of critical race theory is still swallowed wholesale by many in the establishment who have yet to work out a decent counter offensive

Black Lives Matter cultists are incensed when white people suggest, even hint, that black people may be different. But when we insist that they are not, that they are equal, that they are the same as everybody else, we are accused of… of what, exactly? I’ll try, but I’m not sure this will fly: Non-indigenous ethnic citizens of the United Kingdom are the equals, in every respect of their white peers, but need – nay, demand – special treatment in order to not be unequal. Is that anywhere close to the mark?

If you have no black friends you are racist, but if you have black friends you are also racist? I believe this is where the industry of perpetual offence has currently planted its flag. To pretend there isn’t a problem is a problem, but to try and address the problem is, to say the least, problematic. There isn’t much to work with here, so it is little wonder that when the establishment tries to aim at the moving goalposts of minority identity they lose the penalty shoot-out every time.

Fortunately, as always, the left has a solution; just agree with everything negative that anybody has to say about the country, its people, its government and anybody in any position of power or influence. To which end Labour Party supporters have been shining beacons of bigotry as they have spewed out their hatred of the society which has given them so much, yet demanded so little of them.

From nasty, snippy jibes aimed at the Royal Family as it mourns one of this country’s greatest ambassadors, to Sadiq Khan announcing his intention to rename the overground network to better represent ‘diversity’, it is as if the left has completely abandoned any semblance of sanity. When Londoners have to commute to work on the Kampala Trail to downtown Nyasaland Junction on the Bin Laden Express, does the little khant think people will harbour warm, fuzzy feelings towards dusky despots?

We've always had black faces...

I rather think not. The fight back will not, it has been seen, be led from Downing Street. Nor will it feature in any Parliamentary sessions in the future, our politicians having long ago abandoned any attempt to counter the lunacy. Instead, the British people will do what they have always done and quietly ignore the injunctions to behave any differently towards outsiders. Fit in and we will accept you; fight us and we will not.

Wednesday, 7 April 2021

The Wisdom of Youth

When I was young I believed in Father Christmas. We didn’t do the Easter Bunny, but the Tooth Fairy pursued a roaring trade in our household, brought up, as we were, in the era when losing all your teeth by the age of 40 was practically the norm. Naturally, at an early age we discovered that these founding myths of our childhood were just that. But it’s not as if we weren’t susceptible to adopting new mythology in place of the old.

In the nineteen seventies, ghost stories were big business. The Exorcist and its cinematic sequel preyed on the natural inclinations of god-fearing folk to believe in the flip side of the good and evil coin. The devil was real and he was in your child! But as that faded, the fads of the eighties formed around spontaneous human combustion, the shenanigans of poltergeists and those pesky crop circles. All bollocks of course and all beliefs we outgrew as real-life priorities took precedence.

In some, the juvenile beliefs persist; to this day there are adults, some now in retirement even, who still believe in the supernatural, in benevolent faeries and malign goblins, and forces beyond our control. But if you really want to gull large cohorts into singular irrational beliefs in general you have to aim at the young. And the younger you get them the better. Throughout history extremist regimes have pursued the mass indoctrination of young people; willing armies of unthinking drones.

No wonder then, that on learning of the BBC’s Project 17 I was immediately both curious and uneasy. The UN has set what are compellingly called Sustainable Development Goals, which are an easy sell to the naïve, schooled in the lazy language of human rights. Like the Midwich Cuckoos they eagerly parrot the learned responses to the articles of faith, chanting in unison the catechism, with little understanding of what they demand.

Ending poverty, halting climate change, bringing about the nebulous and ever-shifting goals of ‘equality’, and in talking about rising sea levels no doubt intending to turn back the tide itself, there is something other-worldly about their ambitions. But at that age, and especially in the current climes, they have been brought up to believe they matter, that they are the solution, that they are the future.

But children are no more ‘the future’ than are their parents and grandparents. The future contains all of these groups, with the older battalions far better placed to bring about real change. Every child eventually becomes an adult, leaving behind the follies of youth and learning about the realities of responsibility, not just the fantasy of entitlement. If there is hope for these young idealists, it is that they grow out of their myths sooner or later.

You will believe...

There are reasons we have minimum ages for voting and there are reasons why political movements on the left wish to lower those ages. Call me cynical but as I have aged I have rejected, on the evidence, pretty much every daft belief I may once have held. In a blatant piece of plagiarism, I repeat a joke I stole from Twitter today: A socialist, a climate change warrior, a neo-Marxist and a Project 17 advocate walk into a bar and try to order drinks. The barman tells them: "We don't sell alcohol to anyone under 18.

Tuesday, 6 April 2021

Testing, testing?

Two tests a week, they are now saying. Take two lateral flow tests per week and report your findings via the government website. What could possibly be more reasonable than that, some may ask? But why would anybody buy into it? It’s okay, I guess, if you can work from home, and isolation isn’t an issue, but where does that leave the hands-on wage slave who simply can’t?

And quite apart from all that, given that so many people are convinced the entire Covid thing is either a sinister plot (to what possible end?) or else an overblown reaction to a perfectly survivable ‘flu’, what sort of participation rate do they expect? If, as the conspiracy theorists repeatedly claim, this has all been about controlling you, the idea of voluntary self-testing is the very opposite, given that it is so open to abuse.

Where are the controls to prevent you from simply reporting negative results? Or, even if individual tests were identifiably and traceably allocated to an individual, what is to stop a negative-testing family member from taking the swab? Is there even a way of telling whether the test was taken at all? And as for follow-up testing, would this only apply to those who reported positive? If negative reports were to be similarly investigated, I could see millions just not bothering.

Surely the time for testing was last year, except that a swathe of anti-government propaganda relentlessly poured cold water on the process. It has already cost a lot of money for test and trace to fail; why throw good money after bad? And what incentives do asymptomatic carriers have to possibly risk their livelihoods by getting involved? I, for one, would not readily wish to incriminate myself over a sniffle or a cough.

I am genuinely unafraid of being infected by the coronavirus – I fully expect my body to deal with it as it has dealt with everything else over the last sixty-odd years – but I have watched a lot of formerly sane and rational people thoroughly lose their minds over it. My natural phlegmatic approach to much in life finds the hysterical over-reaction almost amusing and more than a little curious. It’s certainly not a British way to go about things.

I have steadfastly refused to adopt a position on lockdowns, travel restrictions, vaccinations and the like because I freely confess to being largely disinterested and materially unaffected. I have had my first jab because, why not? And I will happily offer up my arm for the second. But testing twice a week? Not if it might affect by ability to make a living, no. No, thank you.

We have it! The cure!

And back to the conspiracies. I fully expect somebody to arrive at the conclusion that the offer of a testing regime is there as an alternative to carrying a vaccine passport, given that they are convinced this is all about making you jump through hoops. (Again, to what possible end?) But isn’t it probably closer to the truth to conclude that in the government’s urgency to return society to safe normality this is more likely simple desperation?

Saturday, 3 April 2021

All White on the Night

We need to be more white, a recent report concludes. The report, after extensive research into the socio-economic make up and multi-ethnic structure of the United Kingdom was commissioned, by me, to shine a light on the routine discrimination faced by white people. The findings are based on observation, careful interrogation of tribal narratives and scrutiny of the falsehoods spawned by a vested interest in obscuring the truth; or what used to be referred to as the bleeding obvious.

Open your eyes and look. The bleeding obvious is, well, it’s bleeding obvious, isn’t it? Given that nobody is going to defend white people from the relentless assault on our ethnicity, one could be forgiven for wondering whether it is worth even being white, but it turns out there is little we can do about it. I very much doubt that blacking up would help, in the current febrile climate, so don’t do that. Instead, it’s time to start actually celebrating the wonderful white diversity we bring to these islands.

Whiteness is nothing to be ashamed of, in fact it is something to salute. Although a search through the modern history books reveals little, it turns out that every single historical building in the realm was designed and built entirely by whites. Every last one. The roads and railways and canals which were central to creating wealth are towering and enduring achievements of raw white muscle. The law, education, etiquette and the general civilised functioning of society; all white.

They have Black History Month, we should celebrate White History Millennium. The galleries, the theatres, almost all literature and the massive majority of cinematic wonders are wrought by white minds and hands. When we are brought together we can achieve things that those of other ethnicities can only gaze upon with envy; flight, ocean navigation, personal transport, gainful employment, communication, computers, space exploration, world trade... Almost nothing we rely on in the modern world would exist if not for the white people who created it.

There is much talk of de-colonising the school curriculum, of blackwashing history, of dismantling systemic white bias in everything. But, you know why there is systemic white bias? Because we fucking built everything; one would think others would be grateful. Instead they are hypocritical because, while demanding we change all that – in their analysis – discriminates against non-white faces, they also insist that we actively favour black over white in every respect.

They’re not redressing any balance, they are systematically dismantling a civilisation developed over centuries and replacing it with a ramshackle collection of ill-thought and discriminatory knee-jerk polices. And worse, they are aided and abetted by those white people who are far too clever, and far too ‘well-educated’ to see what is right in front of their noses; the absolute annihilation of their race.

Where's ours?

So, this Easter weekend let us take a moment to consider how very fortunate we are to have been born into one of the entire world’s most tolerant, intelligent, thoughtful, inventive and industrious peoples. Without the greatness of Britain, built entirely on white endeavour, the world today might be a very much poorer place to live. But let’s not be too ostentatious in our celebration; let’s instead spend a quiet minute to appreciate our true glory. In short, let us be wonderfully white about it.

Thursday, 1 April 2021

Witch Doctor

Pleasingly, the predictable response of the new left – by which I mean the identity-driven, proto-communist, useful idiot left – to the report from the Commission on Race and Ethnic Disparities, is to scream Uncle Tom at every non-white person on the panel. Ash Sarkar helpfully tweeted “A government who doesn't like it when people say institutional racism exists appointed a panel of people who don't believe institutional racism exists, and they've produced a report which argues that institutional racism doesn't exist.”

Shame that the same degree of scepticism wasn’t levelled at the ‘Nope, no anti-Semitism here!’ inquiry into the Labour party which then immediately whisked the whiny Ms Chakrabarty off to the House of Lords. Not a murmur of dissent, not a raised eyebrow, not a single challenge to the elevation was heard. The left at least know how to stick together, defending each other against the indefensible.

The disgusting racist, Shola Mos-Shogbamimu , a lifelong black supremacist decided that the chair of the commission, was a ‘token black’, a charge which, had it fallen from white lips, would have attracted censure, outrage and possibly violence. And this is the difference, isn’t it, between ordinary people who genuinely wish to rub along nicely and fantasists like Shola who thrive on conflict. People whose entire raison d'être is to foment hatred.

Because the real racism, as we have learned over the last few years, is not the discrimination by whites against persons with different ethnic origins, but a concerted attack on whiteness. You can’t open a newspaper, watch an advertisement, search the internet, or quietly try and absorb television or radio without being aware of it. Under the pretext of trying to attract a wider audience, white culture is being ostentatiously removed from some forums.

White people are to blame for all the world’s ills, but never to be praised for all the world’s ability to function. It is not enough that we created the means to alleviate poverty and donated it freely to the developing world. We are now to blame because the developing world has failed to explore the paths we cut for them. We are to blame because instead of using what we showed them they decided, instead, to beat a path to our door and demand we do it for them.

None of this is about equality, or white racism; there is no white supremacy to be found outside a few small cabals of idiots who are just as much despised by the white society they do not represent. And for all the clamour, for all the fawning over by media outlets, people like Shola Mugabe Umbongo and ‘Tash Sarkar do not represent the black community either.

Doctor Shola will see you now...

‘Doctor’ Shola might like to take a leaf out of another doctor’s book and instead of forever trying to perpetuate the hate industry she has partly created and from which she profits greatly, start to judge people not by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character. At Easter, a time of renewal, a time of forgiveness for betrayal, she might, for once forego the thirty pieces of silver and try instead to just be a decent human being.

Monday, 29 March 2021

Boris Bashing

Over the weekend a conversation at work was had regarding the Batley situation as, once again, the nation of islam, by not denouncing the cavemen protesters, tacitly stands behind them. A colleague said “You can’t blame muslims; that’s ridiculous and wrong. Christians in the USA are just as bad.” Fair enough I replied, I hereby denounce all Christians demanding the beheading of non-believers. Then knowing said colleague is a former card-carrying communist and long-time hard left Labour supporter I asked where he stood on the Jews.

“That’s completely different” he opined, “It is well known that the Zionists control world trade and banking and oppress the people of Palestine.” And there we have it; this is at the heart of many of our problems in public discourse. Too few take the time or have the mental capacity to examine whether some of the qualities of those they hate so much are actually of any merit. Thus, if you hate Boris Johnson, nothing – not one thing – the man does will elicit anything other than opprobrium from you.

I don’t know Boris Johnson personally, but, in common with many, I have in the past, found him a shallow, ego-driven, faux-eccentric, manufactured, buffoon-like figure, who periodically bloats into to a balloon-like figure of foppish mediocrity. There; for the avoidance of doubt, like many who have never met him, I imagine he is not my kind of guy. Yet I can’t help but recognise that were this entirely true he wouldn’t be where he is today. I can appreciate how he lights up a room in a way that most people who seek public approval never do. I mean, take Ed Davey… no, really.

I doubt that Boris and I would get on, but whatever my personal impression of the man I simply cannot countenance the ludicrous portrayal of him as some sort of Machiavellian overlord. I was blocked on Twitter yesterday by somebody expressing their considered opinion that by heading up the government which has recently extended the coronavirus legislation, with the democratic approval of almost the entire House of Commons, he was ushering in a dictatorship. Dictator? I checked: “…a political leader who possesses absolute power.” Hmm…

While not a fan of personality cults, I feel bound to point out that few world leaders and even fewer dictators are routinely and almost fondly referred to by their first name. Boris. Hardly a stand-out British name is it? And yet there he is, a duly elected Prime Minister about whom everybody has an opinion, few of them flattering, who seems more concerned that people should like him than that they should fall on their knees before him. For a dictator he’s not doing an awful lot of quality despoting, is he?

Dictator? Oh, come on!

But there they are, the detractors; the anti-lockdown, anti-mask, generally anti-Tory brigade, and they do rather go in for a spot of hyperbole. But where does that get us? I mean if Boris is ‘Literally Hitler’, as somebody actually tweeted yesterday, where do we put Jeremy Corbyn – literally Mao? And as for Keir Starmer, why, he makes Corbyn look positively charismatic. Perhaps we should insist all future PMs have the presence of, say Herman Van Rompuy. Who, you ask? Exactly.

Saturday, 20 March 2021

White Riot

You can’t switch on the telly, tune in the radio or click on a link today without being assailed by race. Colour colours every discussion, fuels every debate and informs every decision made by governments, corporations and media. In an effort to counter white bias – they tell themselves – it is necessary to inject as much non-white bias as possible, to the extent that every TV family is now mixed race, every voiceover is palpably non-native and every white commentator feels obliged to display his self-reviling inclinations.

And gathering pace in the UK, as it has been in the USA is the spread of fear over the rise of white supremacy. It is everywhere… yet where are they, these supreme white beings, these Klansmen, these insufferable racists? Where are the violent demonstrations for white power, where are the burning crosses, the assaults on mosques? Where are the lynch mobs and the strange fruit?

Because while I don’t see them and you don’t see them, according to the media they are everywhere. On the drive into work this morning, I listened to a World Service programme dedicated to the issue, and in the news a spate of killings of sex-workers in Atlanta by a self-confessed ‘sex addict’ (another made-up syndrome to excuse bad behaviour) was driving people insane because the motive had not been attributed to racism, as surely it must, given that these women were of an Asian background.

Black on black violence is just violence and it must be excused because these poor people have no alternative but to turn on each other, because, Whitey. Female genital mutilation, despite never being practised  by white nations, is Whitey’s fault, even as (in Kenya) some lawyers are arguing that the practice is a fundamental human right. Whites patronising black-owned business is a form of cultural appropriation, in a way that using electricity, transport, computers, etc, is somehow not. And don’t you dare talk about Pakistani muslim grooming gangs.

It all smacks of the old marital lament: “What’s hers is hers and what’s mine is ours.” This pick and choose approach to race relations is harmful, divisive and only ever goes in one direction. The soft bigotry of low expectations helpfully excuses every failing by individuals or entire communities to live by the codes of the host society; and the hard bigotry of critical race theory blames every failing on people who have little sense of any superiority.

In fact, if anything, it is white fear we should be addressing. It may be ignorant to blame your lack of a job on immigrants, but why has that perception been allowed to develop and what has, been done to counter it other than to pour on more blame a guilt? It may be true that white boys do poorly at school, but this never used to be the case, so what has happened in the last half a century to bring this about? And what kind of reaction do you expect when organisations like our national broadcaster openly announce that ‘whites need not apply’?

One of the fervid beliefs of the leaders of the Black Lives Matter movement is that of black supremacy. They preach the nobility of black skin, as if skin colour is the fundamental attribute to be judged by. They espouse the superiority of black culture, yet have departed in droves from the seats of those same cultures, to live in lands where they seem determined to be despised. But hey, if race is such an issue and if, as they insist, one drop of black blood can have so much influence over life outcomes, and culture is everything, did anybody stop to think that maybe Lewis Hamilton’s culturally unusual – nay, unique - supremacy in Formula 1 might actually be down to his white heritage?

Friday, 19 March 2021

China Syndrome

There really is no way to avoid the conclusion that the cost of ‘saving the planet’ is going to be too high a price for many to pay. For every renewable source of energy there is an enormous up-front investment required, often obscured from those of us, the consumers, who foot the bill regardless. I don’t think I have ever seen a reliable total figure for the erection of a wind turbine, for instance, and solar PV rarely returns what it costs on a smaller scale.

And when it comes to it, that’s really all there is, wind and solar. Biomass is a biomassive accounting scam, said to be carbon-neutral but actually incentivising a massive increase in carbon footprint. By shipping the raw material across oceans, from where it has often been grown in the devastation created by deforestation it amounts to environmental vandalism. But what about tidal power, you may counter? I am unaware of any working tidal generators of sufficient scale to contribute but a drop in the plastic-filled oceans.

As for carbon trading, this merely creates a market in soothing first world sensitivities by moving the unsightly out of sight. Offsetting emissions by paying landowners to plant trees rather than grazing livestock is mere smoke and mirrors, especially when thawing permafrost is said to be releasing trapped carbon at an alarming rate. Carbon trading is much like sending our plastic waste to Malaysia where they tip it into the sea; it simply moves the problem out of sight.

And what is to be made of yesterday’s announcement that subsidies for electric cars are being cut, from £3000 to £2500?  The fact that subsidies were required in the first place reflects the high price that early adopters were having to pay. The subsidy previously applied to cars up to £50k and now only applies up to £35k. And that is a reduction from a year ago when £3.5k was available for all electric cars without a limit to their cost.

That is already twice what I have ever paid for a car, including the odd occasion I bought new. But cutting it is an easy argument to make because anybody who can afford up to £100k for a car of whatever stripe doesn’t need a 3.5% bung as an incentive for their virtue signalling – they were going to parade both their affluence and their paid-for Green credentials in your face regardless. Green, it turns out, is for the few, not the many.

So, what of the developing world which is supposed to magically come into the twenty-first century without the several hundreds of years of societal evolution necessary to inculcate a culture of modernity (see most islamic countries for reference). We have been conducting such an experiment in the west, importing alien cultures in the name of diversity, under the happy delusion that we will all rub along together under western rules. It just doesn’t’ work, does it?

China, it appears, has the answer. It is going to fuel the Green Revolution with fossil fuel. Lovely, cheap, energy dense coal and oil and gas will keep the wheels of their manufacturing industries turning, achieving economies of scale only dreamed of in the west. Meanwhile the west will saddle itself with ever higher costs and ever tightening parsimony, eventually being forced to buy in its supposedly green technology from the inscrutable Orient. Damn clever, your Chinese.

Tuesday, 16 March 2021

Taking Stock

 Wherever you look today there is conflict. And much of it is entirely unnecessary. Woman against man. Trans-woman against born-woman. Black against white and – as always – youth against age. But unlike at any other time in my life, the depth of feeling is beyond mere restlessness. There have always been such tensions, and many more, but right now there is an ugly, visceral feeling of loathing; of self, of others, of ideology, of faith, of life itself.

The human race seems to be intent on waging war on humanity in any guise it can don. Live and let live is an aphorism of a bygone age as, one by one, the tiny minorities gain a foothold in the current vogue for the taking of offence and the demanding of reparation. I’m hurt so somebody must pay, seems to be the common theme. And who must do this paying? Why, white men of a certain age, comes the chorus.

White men who have supposedly benefited from ‘privilege’ throughout their lives must now forfeit every last vestige of that imagined privilege in order to atone for something they have never had. Yes, the most powerful figures on the planet are a very few white men. Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet et al, are, indeed, white men with immense power and privilege, but I think you’ll find they appreciate their good fortune and have not earned it at the expense of others.

Nor do they have any overt ambition to become the evil overlords that many assume them to be (except maybe the ‘Technoking’ at Tesla). But look, with the exception of Musk, they are invariably old white men, a literal dying breed. The most financially successful media personality is a woman – Oprah – and snapping at the heels of all this white privilege are countless aspirants of colour, many of them of the female variety.

The old white man’s days are done. Over. Soon the world will be run by a diverse tidal wave of mediocrity, because that, it appears, is what the world wants. On a planet where Jedward (for fuck’s sake) think they can legitimately demand that Churchill is uprooted, and be cheered for the sentiment, anything could happen. When the world is run by the likes of Shola Mugabe Umbongo maybe the current crop of protesters will begin to understand what they have lost.

Or maybe not. Maybe, in a few generations when the last few white kids are being compulsorily sterilised they will meekly accept that this is final payback for their sins. In certain quarters one drop of ‘black’ blood is considered enough. Could the same be said for all the other groups clamouring for special treatment? How about we all get dosed with a pint of blood from a communal, everybody-in blood bank? Will that help, do you think?

The only way is up?

The fact is, the malcontents, of whatever flavour, are fuelled by a love of chaos, exemplified by the rioting, wanton destruction and violence that all too often accompanies protests which are supposed to be about healing and unity. If the last couple of decades have taught me anything it is that whatever my personal circumstances, whatever my feelings, whatever I might be able to contribute to a national debate, as a white male, of a certain age, I have no seat at the table, no stake in the future. I hope you all enjoy what comes next.

Friday, 12 March 2021

We need to talk about Kevin

When I heard Dame Louise Casey being interviewed on BBC PM yesterday evening, following the International Women’s Day debate in Parliament, my first thought was “Here we go again – men bashing.” Following the discovery of human remains in Kent woods, suspected to be those of Sarah Everard, sensitivities were heightened and there was a real edge to Dame Louise’s voice.

Violence against women had been highlighted in the day and emotions were running high. But coming on the back of Princess Sparkle’s ‘everybody is racist’ diatribe it felt that the tide really was turning for straight, white men. In the era of de-platforming, cancel culture and the refusal to let the maligned defend themselves, white men were the safe enemy du jour for every group with a grievance

One thing she was saying, which was initially indicative of that mood was that insisting “That isn’t me!” was not enough. Bloody hell, I thought, you no longer need to commit a crime to be automatically guilty as part of the accused group. Need a suspect? Round up all the white men; the more middle aged, the more Brexity, the better. But instead of switching off, as many would do – not my problem, darling- I carried on listening and I realised she was right; we really do need to talk about this.

In Lionel Shriver’s disturbing novel, Kevin is a malevolent ball of evil from the day he is born, and none of this is alleviated by whatever his parents try to do. Read it; I won’t spoil the ending. But Kevins have persisted throughout history. Few of us will have been lucky enough never to have encountered a person – usually a male – who gets away with whatever he wishes. Boys, men, who possess a will that few stand up against. The bullies, the cruel kid, the eventual wife beater, the sadist, the paedophile, probably more accurately described as a child abuser; no love there.

These people are feared by those in authority and are often not afraid to seek retribution against those who try to discipline them; the teacher beaten-up out of school, the slashed tyres, the neighbour who deliberately makes your life a misery. While I have no truck with the notion of evil as a supernatural force, or an inherent trait passed on in the genes, there is a mountain of evidence that evil-doing tends to cling to certain families, certain types of people.

The abused often becomes the abuser this much is known. And while not exclusively, abuse most often occurs in the poor and poorly educated, in the classes often referred to, or at least quietly thought of, as sub-human, feral and out of the reach of reason. So what is to be done? Some men, a small number in proportion, habitually use physical and mental abuse, coercion and fear to control their world and these men can often be identified from an early age.

Much time was spent in discussing how young boys need to be educated in how to behave; how to become decent human beings. But these problems were just as prevalent back in the days when education did actually discipline we male savages and sought to avoid a Lord of the Flies outcome. It didn’t work, or at least it didn’t work as well as might have been hoped.


No, we need a different discussion about 'Kevin', and it is a discussion that nobody in authority wants to have. The patterns of violence, against women in particular, recur in families and in sectors of society where this is almost considered normal. Child abuser begets child abuser, rapist begets rapist. If we really are going to talk about Kevin, why not grasp the nettle and begin with a serious discussion about whether the Kevins should ever be allowed to breed?

Wednesday, 10 March 2021


Following 'that' interview, to turn on the television today, or to tune in the radio has been an exercise in ethnic cleansing. White commentators trying to scrub their skin black. Black commentators trying to rub out their very existence. If you are white today you are the new minority voice. Nothing you can say will – in the views of the wokeratti – atone for your sin; the sin of being born with pale skin in a society which privileges darker tones.

You are to blame and must make reparations for every imagined sin of your ancestors, even if your ancestors suffered privations every bit as harsh as Virginia plantation slaves. If you even dare to look at the black man the wrong way, the perceived slight may be actionable in law. Your own law, used against you. As you watch your culture being eroded in front of your eyes you might find your memories recalling happier days.

If AA Milne was writing Vespers today, the sentiment might be altogether less maudlin, less sickly sweet. I like to imagine it would have a more defiant ring to it:

Be careful what you wish for, race baiters. The law of unintended consequences is rarely on the side of the aggressors. But if it's a war you really want, you'd best be prepared to fight to the death.

Tuesday, 9 March 2021

Burning Bridges

The precise words probably do not exist to describe the contempt in which I hold the oh-so-victimised Sussexes. But even though I am no keen follower of matters royale, it has been impossible to get through the last few days without hearing about the steaming pile of confected bullcrap masquerading as ‘revelations’ vouchsafed to Oprah Winfrey. The only thing left to marvel at is the continuing ability of so many people to believe so many egregious lies.

Lies? Yes, of course. Even if the liar believes it, the ‘big boys did and ran away’ excuse is only ever an occasion for derision. The deluded child, Markle, has imagined every possible way she could have been traumatised, probably by watching staged ‘interviews’ with the mistress of such pap, then regurgitating the same tired old psychobabble in front of said mistress. On reflection, steaming bullcrap probably gives it far too much credence.

Here is a woman who in order to garner attention, announced to the world that she was black. O-kaaaay, said the world, we’ll go along with it; what are you selling? Racism, she said. Woah, we replied, are you sure you want to go there? When somebody has to tell you she is ‘black’ because otherwise nobody would have noticed, you know there are issues. When she then uses it as a launching pad for her own victimhood story, well…

The phrase ‘mental health’ is bandied about so much today that it has become a part of every tragi-comedy in public life. Tragic because the casual (and incomplete) use of the phrase belittles everybody who genuinely suffers from poor mental health; comic because well, look at them. Poor me, is all it says. You don’t get to judge your mental state; you just live it. We get to judge, and in this case we judge you a fantasist.

There is a sickness in some people that they must feign genuine illness in order to garner attention. Some people have even taken to wheelchairs and sticks to play the part. Munchausen syndrome is a now common label for something that would have been unthinkable a couple of stoic generations ago. But physical illness is such a bore when one can claim to have a disease of the mind. It is the back pain of former years – an undiagnosable condition that nevertheless may need to be taken seriously.

The idiot Labour leader, Keir Starmer, yesterday declared that the accusations of racism throughout the royal establishment must be taken seriously. I would love to see him in a room explaining this to former Labour voters, members of the actual working class of all skin tones who could explain to him how fucking ridiculous he is. For today’s politicians, No bandwagon must be left un-leapt upon. In contrast Boris Johnson has effectively - and quite rightly - dismissed the whole affair as irrelevant.

And Boris is right. While some American commentators fondly imagine the Amazing Ms Markle is single-handedly bringing down the British monarchy, the reality is that she is bringing down just one; her spineless idiot husband and father of her future meal ticket. There may be a way back into the bosom of the family for Harry when the party is over – nobody is giving long odds on this being a pairing for life – but he will be as popular as a cup of cold sick in the country at large. Good riddance.

Monday, 8 March 2021


They’ve all got it in for me! The late, great Kenneth Williams’ most remembered line popped to mind when I began to type this wee blog. This weekend it was my birthday. I am a few – very few – years away from qualifying for my meagre state pension and life has been, shall we say ‘variable’. I’ve had a few laughs, I’ve loved and lost, I’ve made and spent a bit of money, but the one thing I have learned is that nobody – nobody – knows the future.

Not even Elon Musk who is, I fear, going to be responsible for a lot of people losing their shirts as they follow his wild lead. Nobody knows what will happen tomorrow, the next day, the next year; yet everybody thinks they know what happened before, or what is happening now. But do they?? This past year has given far too many people, ill-equipped to exercise such analysis, far too much time to do just that. And while it is only human to imagine the universe is out to get you, it really isn’t.

So how did I spend my birthday weekend? Eight hours of it, thereabouts, was given over to watching the whole of the new Adam Curtis documentary “Can’t get you out of my head – an emotional history of the modern world”. Having followed a link in a tweet I sat there, spellbound for the entire day. I couldn’t look away. My mood went from “Oh, my god, just another nutjob” to “Wow, I never realised that!” I found myself swaying in the breeze, my stomach lurching as I thought I’d fallen for propaganda then feeling relief that I had been right all along.

And it made me realise something; actually, it made me solidify theses I have had all along, as the best confirmation bias always does. There are conspiracies, of course there are, but conspiracy theories are invariably the result of incomplete facts, inadequate comprehension and, most of all, prejudice. And by prejudice I mean, literally, pre-judging the outcome. Thus, if you believe there is a new world order which wants to shut down economies, almost nothing will persuade you otherwise, especially arguments to persuade you otherwise.

I think I can guess where the documentary maker stands on Brexit, Trump, politics in general, but I wouldn’t bet my wad on it. The series skilfully mixes cold, hard fact, with some difficult to stomach truths and shows how little it can take to spread a rumour of foul deeds and secret plots. Eventually though, if you are honest and pay attention you come out of it realising that you were right all long.

Or that I was, and it’s all of you lot who are wrong. Or maybe that’s is how Curtis wants you to think… or not? I don’t, however, believe his intent was to change minds but rather to get you to open them a little wider. An unfeasibly large butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazon rain forest and three weeks later floods drive people out of their homes in Somerset. Coincidence? What do you think?  

Thursday, 4 March 2021

Don’t mind me

We’ve all seen the type of message – Facebook, Twitter, forums, etc – a stream of consciousness ramble which, while it possibly made perfect sense inside the author’s head, conveys no such clarity to the reader. Often the context makes the meaning clear but, rather more often, different people read different things. If the post is part of an argument, a lack of precision, poor grammar and misspellings do little to advance the debate.

The other day I posted a general tweet to the effect that sometimes I read things that are so poorly expressed – I particularly referred to spelling – that the meaning is not only unclear, it is not worth further effort to understand. I suggested it was better to ignore such word salads out of embarrassment for the originator. Sometimes, indeed, the use of words is so poor you know straight away it is not worth engaging.

I didn’t suggest one should point and laugh, nor indeed attempt to correct, merely to ignore, but right on cue came the accusations of being a grammar or spelling Nazi. And much like those piling in with the Covid conspiracy theories, the point was entirely missed. And missed by a mile. Better yet, given that I had specifically suggested ignoring such posts, I was instantly accused of overt judgment, despite cautioning the opposite. Some replies were quite judgmental.

When I suggested some months ago that I refused to entertain a firm opinion, either way, on the government’s handling of the pandemic, on account of not possessing the relevant facts or understanding, the Kovid Klan waded in to ‘educate’ me. “Only an idiot couldn’t see what was ‘really’ happening!” they informed me. “You must be a fucking Tory arse-licker!” they opined. Some of the posts were quite illiterate and many were self-contradictory.

The similarities between the responses to both positions were interesting. Those who had least comprehended what I was saying were most determined to impose a meaning I had not expressed. And those who felt – because they hadn’t read it properly – that I was attacking them, decided to lash out in return. It was highly illuminating, especially as I had accidentally missed out the second word in the tweet and almost all of them failed to notice.

In fact, of the very few who pointed it out to me, most were extremely polite and I, equally politely (I hope) acknowledge the irony. On balance I guess I got about one-third support and two-thirds opprobrium. But what was really telling, I thought, was that the criticism came mostly from the illiteratti. Interesting then, that those most in need of correction were most resistant to it. There is a something very human about all that.

They probably won't get this!

As if to prove there point about grammar and speeling bean unimportant I had to wade threw quiet a few long and rambling. Replyes wich made no sence atall becos without at punctuation you don’t know if they no their shit or whether they’re full of it because you don’t need to spell thing write for there meening to be cleer so mister clever clogs its you and not me who needs to think before you write they might have bad childhoods and not their fault if they don’t know is it or do you think yore better than they… etc.

Of course, being the mild-mannered type that I am I wouldn’t know where to begin with such a response… So I just ignored them.

Sunday, 28 February 2021

The PR Business

It’s the Americans who declare they have government of the people, for the people, by the people, but increasingly they are realising they have no such thing. And just as we never had the equivalent of the Gettysburg Address, neither have we ever, really, had any such form of government. We have, instead, a government and an opposition, loosely formed around class divides, with neither side truly representative of the people they supposedly, er, represent.

To the notional right we have the Conservative and Unionist Party, originally comprised of landowners and wealthy potentates but now, increasingly recruiting from the lower orders. Yes, Eton old boys are still prominent but once upon a time that alma mater would have been a given. The main thing people hate about The Tories is the belief that the patronage from rich donors means they are always and only on the side of the elite.

At least, that is the relentlessly lazy attack line from the other side. Labour, from its inception took the side of the working man, but its parliamentary party is now overwhelmingly comprised of Oxford PPE graduates, former hardened trades unionists, and various other adherents to dogged Marxist dogma. With the exception, possibly, of wanting ownership of the means of production, Labour appears to have no firm principles. Instead it insists on fragmenting along numerous identity-based fault lines.

And that’s it; that’s your choice; those are your only options. Unless you think that tactically voting for the various unelectable minor parties – the Greens, Libdems, Monster Raving Loonies, etc – rather cleverly prevents one of the others winning a seat. Much was made of Ukip’s huge surge in the 2015 general election, taking 12.6% of the vote and winning precisely one seat. Proportional Representation, they claimed, would have meant some 70+ seats and a place at the table.

But it wouldn’t be an answer. It really wouldn’t. PR would mean that every election resulted in a grand shuffle of the fringe players, those who had got in on a surge in local popularity, or (more likely) partisan funding for nefarious purposes. A large part of the parliamentary seats would be held for single terms by inexperienced political players. That’s great, you might think; we’ve had enough of career politicians. And you’d have something of a point, except I’m pretty sure you’d opt for a career dentist rather than somebody who just fancied having a go.

No, I’m afraid we are stuck with a political class who love the game, who are steeped in playing parliamentary poker, unblinking through a haze of cigar smoke and constantly checking out the mirrors. The unprepared have no chance – as evinced by many of the gaffs of Labours child MPs like Zara Sultana and Nadia Whittome who regularly parade their callow naivety for all to jeer at. But were they not using the amplifier of their party for their tiny voices they would have no voice at all.

Under PR those who held seats relentlessly would form their own allegiances – I’d guess along Labour and Conservative lines – and the power would forever be held by them, as now. But the weird coalitions that we would have to endure between the start of the PR experiment and the eventually return to a form of uneasy vaguely-left/vaguely-right sanity would be a nightmare. Imagine two, or three parliamentary terms with no direction; it would be much like the European Union.

Oh, except the EU has no real democratic structure, all the power residing in the star chamber of a handful of individuals acting as a monolithic autocracy. When, in 2011, we did have a referendum on an alternative voting system it was overwhelmingly rejected by those who bothered to turn out; and only 42% of the electorate bothered anyway. My conclusion is: not only would PR be doomed to failure, it also, ironically, wouldn’t even be popular enough for people to vote for it. Meet the new bosses; same as the old bosses.

Friday, 26 February 2021

The Happiest Days of Your Life

Another year, another obstacle to believing that western education actually achieves very much. And, just as throughout history, the adults of today are suspicious of the stuffing that teachers are using to fill the heads of their current charges. Actually, on second thoughts, the historical tendency is not to blame the teachers so much as the pupils themselves. A moment’s consideration, however, of the master-apprentice system and honest reflection of our own past will reveal that callow youth has never been fully-formed clay.

What was always expected of school was that they would turn out literate, numerate, sentient, learning-enabled rough-casts which could be further refined into worthwhile citizens. Young people who knew their true place in society as half-adults, who would then learn a trade, earn their spurs and go on to take their full place in the national convocation. It worked for centuries and teachers were an important, but expectedly neutral cog in the wheel.

But today the locus of concern is the teaching profession, and in particular the teaching unions, with their avowedly Marxist leanings and their certain intent on social engineering. Let society do the engineering, I say, and relieve the teachers of their assumed duties as the guardians of moral propriety. Teach ABC, not LGBT and let those kids form their own opinions. When they are ready.

So what are we to make of the decision to let teachers determine the future prospects of pupils not by exam results, but by opinion? For – let there be no doubt – no matter what safeguards are in place, no matter what evidence is required, pupils with the right ‘attitudes’ will benefit from appraisal by teachers who know them and approve. This isn’t even corruption; it is normal human behaviour.

One outcome might be that students with the most malleable personalities, those who seek favour, will become the beneficiaries of inflated grades. And if those biddable sheep enter higher education, perhaps persuaded to go into politics, economics, social studies and the like, maybe we will see yet more ideologues wedded to leftist programmes, eventually influencing public policy. Maybe this is what you want?

But before you give it the thumbs up, whatever happened to simple merit? Given that exam grades are a poor predictor of future ability – exam grades are merely the entry requirement to the next stage – why not, instead, look at what employers want? Instead of ramping up qualification requirements – qualifications only poorly correlate with competence anyway – let employees take on whoever they wish but lower the tests for dismissal.

Employers know what they want, but they are hampered by labour laws, burgeoning human rights and the fear of cancel culture should they make the wrong personnel decisions. If the company culture does not easily accommodate diversity, then remove that burden from them. Any decent employer will take on those who best fit their ethos and advance the mission. Let them. And if it doesn’t work out, allow them to fire without fear of reprisal and with minimal financial penalty.

Who cares what exam grades their teachers wish to bestow on them today? How many prominent high-fliers actually boast of low academic achievement? And forget about schooling for individual fulfilment; there is little enough time for the basics, let alone life goals. We expect adults to comprehend difficult issues, to sort the wheat from the chaff and to then make voting decisions based on their analysis and informed preferences.

Education, education, education...

That is the least likely outcome from the right-on, full woke, protest-everything, kiddy-power institutions of academe. Give me the child till seven, said the Jesuits, and I will show you the man. Yes, but give me the child till eighteen and I will fill his head with my ideals, say the educators of today. It is little wonder to me that the western world is currently so riddled with strife and uncertainty; the child lunatics, made mad by their schooling, are running the asylum. This isn’t just about education; this is about the future of democracy.

Thursday, 25 February 2021

The Russians Are Coming!

Wherever you stand and whatever your personal investment in the notions of free-thinking, critical thinking, rational debate and the like, sooner or later you will come across people who believe you are the irrational one. This past year has been an orgy of indulgence in the most fanciful of theories; lockdowns have given those idle hands plenty of opportunity to spin the most bizarre of conspiratorial webs.

While rational conspiracies undoubtedly exist – to collude, to hide the truth, to smear, to monopolise, to maintain power, to unseat power - most weapons-grade conspiracy theories begin with a fallacy. Probably the most fallacious of all are those posited on world-wide mind control, on subjugation of the population. For some reason they believe that wealthy capitalists want us all held as slaves.

Surely, what capitalists want is for as many people as possible to participate in consuming what they produce, whether that be physical products, services, or even just ideas. They have no need of the troublesome and probably expensive business of shackling anybody to anything; humans have shown themselves all too ready to clap themselves in ideological irons. What capitalists want is lots and lots of gullible people with money to spend.

Whether it is politics, race, religion, sport or whatever, humans will quickly adopt a tribe, and once that tribal bias is formed it is a rare and exceptional individual who can fully break free of the biases it brings. Being rational, thinking humans of course, we instantly dismiss any rebuttal of our concerns as evidence for the same concerns. After all, if we are so unimportant, why would anybody take the time to try and deconstruct our fears and our antipathies? But if, tight-lipped, the supposed conspirators refuse to debunk the theories, that must itself be evidence of a cover up.

And just as ready as we are to accept complicated explanations that confirm our preconceptions, we are quick to dismiss simple explanations that go against them. And so the perfect conditions for disinformation, it seems, are baked into our very nature. Offer somebody the hand of friendship and a body language expert will manage to turn that honest gesture into a deceit. Show the receipts and somebody, somewhere will concoct supposed evidence of a forgery. In a reversal of Occam’s fine razor, the simplest explanation suddenly becomes Russian meddling.

Maybe we want to believe we are cleverer than we are, and that any simple solution has to be the smoke and mirrors of the media? In a world where we have been persuaded to assume that malevolent intent is behind every person in office – shilling for the elites, being useful idiots for the communists – we have lost the concept of simple trust. Does the homeless man on the street corner assume that every coin in his cup is somehow proof of the plot to keep him down?

Perhaps there is nowhere a more insidious twisting of the human psyche than the promulgation of critical race theory. ‘Ebony and Ivory’ was released forty years ago, for goodness’ sake, and yet here we still are. And with each passing year, white people – a minority in the world – are more boldly painted as the bad guys. No matter what concessions are made, apologies offered, or reparations paid, it is not enough. To be white is to be racist, and to try not to be racist is more racist still. I reckon the Russians are behind it all, mark my words! 😉

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

Kes Lives

I was in Peregrine, my brothers in Hobby and Merlin. The fourth house was Kestrel, as fitting a name of a house in a Yorkshire grammar school as one could wish for. I don’t recall our required political leanings, but our school motto was Victor Qui Laborat, instilling in us a lifelong recognition that real success comes from toil and not from empty virtue signalling.

The house system promoted competition, a sense of pride and a desire to win, instincts which we are nowadays berated for possessing. No doubt today, naming school houses for birds of prey would be seen as elitist and ‘reactionary’ and promoting hard work and success as discriminatory. Why not be inclusive and progressive and name those houses for the many distinguished BAME figures in the town’s history?

Well, about those inspirational dusky exemplars… er let me check. Nope, not a one. Much like our national history the only impression made on the town by anybody other than its white forebears was made by post-war immigrants, to wit, the Hung Moey (nicknamed the Hung Moggy, naturally) Chinese restaurant, which appeared in the 1960s. Some decades later an Indian takeaway appeared. And then, later still, inexplicably, a halal abattoir which was shut down on animal welfare and hygiene grounds. Don’t say we don’t understand diversity.

But at least we never had our faces rubbed in it, as larger cities have had. And the school retains its predatory house names. And judging from photographs on its web site, continues to remain disgustingly white, although, in readiness, they do have a nominal ‘inclusion unit’ but as yet no content to share. Long may it continue. The pupils graduating from this school will be rounded, grounded, normal and level-headed. And while this may poorly prepare them for life at major metropolitan universities, it will stand them in good stead when faced with the ludicrous excesses of the whole diversity industry.

And it is an industry; not in the sense of producing anything useful, but in providing rent-seeking means of income for malcontents. I mean, we are currently in self-declared Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans History Month. A whole month, you rightly ask? Even taking the diversity alphabet soup as a whole, I doubt they have a ‘history’ worth recounting beyond the odd afternoon seminar in some gloomy right-on junior common room.

Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans History Month?

Am I, therefore, a bigoted transphobic, homophobic, right wing zealot? If I am, I’m in good company. Because although the likes of Wirral Police and other unthinking hostages to the whims of victimhood keep flying their flags in our faces, they are but a very thin rainbow line. The rest of us, the normal, white, straight rest of us can carry on being as hawkish as we like.

Monday, 22 February 2021

The Ascent of Man?

All land was once free; it belonged to nobody except in so far as it had been marked out by various animal species defining their territories. But those animals never had a deed of ownership. We invented that and thereafter land came to be a commodity and have a recognisable and exchangeable value depending on a whole bunch of factors including utility, resources, and simple possessive instinct. Oh, and a nice view always helps.

Whose land is it? Well, once you have settled it, improved it, farmed it, worked it and raised generations on it, it’s yours until you sell, or are moved on by circumstance. But generally, the longer you are there, the deeper your roots the less likely it ought to be that you will suddenly up-sticks and leave because somebody claims it is not your land, but theirs. Once upon a time this was only accomplished by warfare. Now, however, your displacement from your ancestral home is facilitated by governments you thought you had elected to represent your interests.

It takes time and effort to develop a society and a culture. It requires a shared endeavour and involves the manufacture of the artefacts of your culture. The output of artisans once defined who you were; farmers, builders, jewellers, bakers, weavers, smiths, coopers and all manner of ‘wrights’ even gave their names to identify you. You knew where you were, you recognised your home, and you recognised the people who belonged there. Can you say that today?

Symbolically, the Amish come together to raise a barn, but equally symbolically the modern world now turns to global finance to raise money to pay a corporate giant to dump a barn on your land and claim it as theirs. The village shops gave way to supermarkets and Amazon, the trades were outcompeted by the Samsungs and Huaweis and now nobody knows how to do anything for themselves anymore.

Are we fighting back? Are we hell. The essence of the consumer economy is to come up with something for people to consume, then aggressively market it until people feel they need it. But in place of local industry, we are opening more coffee shops, chicken shops, betting shops… places where you go to throw money at things you could easily do for yourself. This is an economy which makes little that society could not live without it. Nobody with an ounce of worth in their lives could sanely mourn Costa and Starbucks for more than a second.

But not only have we given away our industry, our ingenuity, our pride in creation; we have also abandoned our character and somehow persuaded ourselves that ancestral artisanry is worthless. If our history has no value and our pride is nothing but bigotry, is it any wonder that generations are being raised who do not recognise whose country this is? Ownership and stewardship of our lands are being abandoned in favour of corporatism and short-term gain, but in return for what?

In return, it seems, for abandoning the fight. We allow ourselves to be berated for our own history and then stand helplessly by as that history is rewritten in front of our eyes. After centuries of progress to become a nation we are now rapidly regressing to tribal divisions; and those divisions are seemingly breeding ever finer divisions. It takes a village to raise an idiot, it has been said. It takes the global village to make idiots of all of us.

Tuesday, 16 February 2021

A Little Less Conversation

In the sermon on the mount, according to Matthew 5:5, Jebus H. Christ is supposed to have declared that the meek will inherit the earth. Why go and give those losers ideas? And now look what’s happened; everywhere you go the meek are flexing their muscles and demanding their pound of ground. And what are the bold doing? Cowering before the toothless onslaught, it seems.

Dunno ‘bout you, but I’m getting a bit tired of feeling I have to work out how to address somebody for fear they may take offence. I’ve long thought the lazy salutation ‘all right, mate?’ was crude and assumptive, but now there is a high degree of probability that such a hail-fellow-well-met would be countered by “Did you just assume my gender?”

We’ve all been there; minding our own business and along comes yet another opportunity to demonstrate that we are unthinking dinosaurs, all to ready to wield words as weapons to dismantle the self-esteem of the fragile-at-heart. Actually the phrase ‘self esteem’ has much to do with it, if you think about it. Once, such a fellow – and there I go again with the gender insensitivity – would be a popinjay, a self-regarding, pompous arse. But now it has been decided (by the meek, no doubt) that we should all value ourselves way above our worth.

So, what are we worth? Once we were valued by what we produced, what we did to make things better and how we lived out lives. Nowadays it seems it is the War of the Words as people are most highly remunerated not by economic productivity, which can be directly measured and compared, but by rhetoric, whose true worth is often literally immeasurable.

So many people now appear to make a living from spouting whatever pops into their vacuous little heads. From Ash Sarkar’s ludicrous ‘luxury communism’ to Femi Arseholuwole’s daily invented grievances. The truth, it seems has little value, people preferring to believe comforting lies, or rousing Owen Jones’ style, class-warrior tub-thumping. If only there was a bug going round, a common cold, to lay low these alien interlopers.

I had these thoughts while listening to the podcast version of the superb Moral Maze on the daily commute this morning. But as worthy and considered as are the arguments put forth, they consist entirely of words; words voiced without the problem or responsibility of putting them into action. It’s quite a lucrative business, I imagine, putting the world to rights, one enormous grant cheque at a time.

One of the ‘witnesses’ was David Miliband, the thwarted former Labour Foreign Secretary now making a fortune by anybody’s standards as a mouthpiece for International Rescue. Charity used to be a calling, a vocation; now it is quite the little earner. But for all his grandstanding, all his berating of the nasty capitalists for not doing ‘enough’, it was still all just words.

Don’t get me wrong, a stirring speech, a rousing injunction to go over the top one last time, a call to arms, a rallying cry… these, used judiciously and delivered from the heart, can often spur men to valour. But when you end up in a world where it is all jaw-jaw and not enough war-war; where the battles are fought entirely away from the action, where the men in the field lie listless awaiting leadership which never comes, nothing ever gets done.

This isn't working, is it?

In the words of the Immortal Bard: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger…” Or, as Elvis put it, somewhat more succinctly, “A little less conversation, a little more action, please. All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me.” Common Sense has left the building.