Saturday 30 March 2024

Easter Getaway?

The news today seems to be obsessed with the great Easter getaway and how 'Storm Nelson' is making it difficult, with ferry crossings canceled or delayed and some flight rescheduling. But, who cares? What is this modern obsession with the human right to have a holiday? My last away-break was in early 2019, and the one before that in 2014. Don't get me wrong, I like(ed) to travel, but I have to cut my cloth to suit, and my pocket, and work schedules don't leave much room to manoeuvre. 

The naming of storms seems to me just another symptom of the narcissism of modern times. I must have my strolling coffee, my coffee-to-go. I must have my own neuro-diverse diagnosis. I must have all of my human rights, including those to which I am not really entitled because I don't posses the correct set of protected characteristics. My neighbour has an SUV (which never leaves the town) so I must have one, too. And why should storms miss out? Once we name them how long before some awful nut job demands we respect their rights?

Okay, I know, but it really does grip my shit when people with so little to offer the world demand so much of it. When talentless foetuses, SPADs fresh out of Oxford, get to call the shots in politics, and in 'the meeja' and nobody calls out their incompetence. When politicians deem themselves fit to make life changing decisions about education, defence, economics, healthcare and the entire structure of society without ever thinking to ask anybody who might be affected by it.

Yes it's a rant, but I am merely exercising my human right to have a rant. And on that note I'm off to enjoy what's left of my Easter - sorry Ramadan - weekend.

Friday 22 March 2024

Hate Crime?

No matter how much the crazed Caliph of Holyrood might insist it is so, there is no such thing as ‘hate crime’. Hate is a base emotion, and not worthy of a truly intelligent person, and is definitely an accelerant for certain types of criminal behaviour, but hate itself is not a crime. If hate were a crime then so too could love, joy, despair and misery be legislated against. Preposterous, you may think, but this idiot country is in danger of proscribing all of them.

Delight in seeing your own nation’s flag flying is already, it would appear, bordering on the criminal. But that’s patriotic pride, as opposed to the ‘new’ pride, which is a bonus point on your social acceptability score. You are expected to celebrate the joy of being abnormal, in an absolutely correct sense of the word, yet love of your own tribe is definitely a prosecutable offence if that tribe is white, and especially if it is white and male.

And what if you ‘hate’ Hitler? Is that a hate crime? Who gets to define what kind of antipathy is actionable and which is to be applauded? Loving Hitler is definitely going to see you in court at some stage, as will any mention of final solutions to intractable ethnic problems. Is a love for Hamas a hate crime… or a love crime? And while we’re on the subject, how’s that Labour kinder, gentler antisemitism going for you?

The way the nutters who run this asylum are leading, misery is set to be criminalised by the widespread abuse of the mental health excuse for not working. Now, some might say that the control of and promulgation of misery is already the business of government as it hounds and harries landlords, taxpayers and indeed anybody who makes a positive contribution to life in the UK. In contrast, those who contribute nothing and spend their lives with their begging bowls held out must not be miserable, by diktat.

It all springs from the nebulous and shape-shifting definitions of ‘human rights’, whereby the human rights of some are deemed more important than the human rights of others. If, for instance, you are a law-abiding taxpayer who goes the extra mile to put food on the plate and fire in the hearth you will be milked forever to provide what you have to those who never lift a finger. You don’t even need to belong to this country for your human rights to trump those of the indigenous.

Suddenly, after only, oh, half a century or so of being told all this, the morons posing as representatives of the population are beginning to point out the idiocy of ‘equity’ and ‘diversity’ and to question the wisdom of seeing everything through the lens of critical race theory and all the other crackpot dalliances of the simplistic Marxist children. Something must be done, they demand, seemingly unaware that the power is theirs to so do.

But it is all too late. (Maybe this is why they suddenly feel able to spout off their platitudes.) The damage has been done and the sheep have been groomed for the coming slaughter. Your emotions are no longer under your control but are legislated by the state. You will be happy, sad, triumphant, dismayed and disappointed when you are told to be. And woe betide those who have the wrong emotion at the wrong time, or for the wrong reasons. 

The left has longed for a time when they could tell you that you were happy, and you would accept it. Or tell you to get angry and you would obey that command. At the drop of a hat, the gays march for Palestine; at the click of a finger, those made comfortable by cheap energy glue themselves to roads to end it all. "You will own nothing, and be happy." But for now, ladies and gentlemen, please turn your attention to the telescreens in readiness for the two-minute hate.

Wednesday 20 March 2024

Labour has a plan?

 Rachel Reeves, Labour's putative Chancellor of the Exchequer has donned the sainted Margaret Thatcher’s free market mantle and declares that she will bring about the resurgence of Britannia. Draping herself in the flag which has never rightly been Labour’s to fly she promises that the incoming Labour government – a near certainty, given the parlous state of the Tories – will create growth.

Like all political promises this is long on rhetoric but desperately short on policy. How will this growth be brought about? By improving Britain’s desperately poor productivity. But how will this be achieved? By attracting investment! From whom? From companies and individuals wishing to invest in British know-how and technology. But why? Why? To make profits, of course which will create more wealth for all.

Ask how these attractive investments will be persuaded to come and the answer is that Labour will bring about growth, by attracting investment and improving productivity. It is a circular argument which poses one gigantic question; if it was as easy as wishing it into being, which seems to be Labour’s entire plan, why has it not been done before? Seriously, if there was a way of magicking up a nation-saving productivity plan, why has nobody yet come up with such a paradigm?

Well, for a start, nobody – least of all Labour – has the balls for the level of fight which will be needed. We need a US-style protectionist stance and the guts to say no to industry’s demand for cheap foreign labour. We need to reject demands for yet more NHS funding without any apparent improvements. And most of all we need to take a very long, hard look at society as a whole; everybody needs a good kick up the arse.

Of course, those for whom a kick up the arse would work have already delivered said kick to themselves, gone out and worked longer hours, scrimped and saved and kept the wolf from the door. A lot of them will have left for more friendly climes, possibly too ashamed to admit of their British origins for fear of ridicule. As ever, once the sturdy crew leave the sinking ship, all that’s left are the rats and the ne’er-do-wells…. and other assorted vermin.

Does Britain even have left a population worth fighting for? When the USA besought ‘your tired, your poor, your huddled masses…’ they would have quickly changed their tune when they saw the miserable wretches lining up to see what the New World was prepared to do for them. The welfare state that is HMS Great Britain is a tawdry, lacklustre tramp steamer ready to strip any charitable undertaking of every last shred of its philanthropy.

Rachel, dear, you haven’t a chance. Once you have seen that the idle British, who have grown fat on the fast food of benefits culture, have no intention of  being any part of your solution, you will do exactly what the current, nominally Conservative, government has done. As your industries struggle you will open up the borders to ever-lower calibre immigration and lie about it. And when you give the vote to children, too callow to see through you, you will drive the final nails into the coffin of state.

Gosh, why didn't we think of that?

RIP England, RIP, disunited kingdom. Would the last Brit out please turn off the lights? Oh, wait, no need; the grid will have failed long before the end of your first term in charge. Politicians, may you all rot in hell.

Sunday 17 March 2024


MPs, we are told, are being threatened by the pro-Palestine mob who have no difficulty in using violence to claim they want peace in the Middle East. Ugly groups of islamic sympathisers gather to intimidate anybody who disagrees with them and do so with impunity. Their numbers are swelled by the useful idiots of the professional protesters who will turn up to anything which looks like a rejection of law and order and common sense. No banner is too nonsensical for these fools to fly.

The police stand quietly by, knowing that they have neither the numbers nor the political backing to act, instead arresting any counter protester who dares to challenge the genocidal call for Israelis to be exterminated. Because, make no mistake, this is the stated aim of hamas, who hide behind women and children, launch rocketry from schools and hospitals, and believe in no sanctity for human life. Quite the opposite, in fact, as martyrdom is considered a high calling; taking one for the team is baked into every jihadi mindset.

Rishi Sunak’s cowardly act of defiance has already been forgotten. While he stood there, denouncing extremism, and taking care to include the practically invisible and largely fictional ‘far right’ he must have known what we all knew. That nothing would be done, not one thing. When India was partitioned it was done precisely because muslims reject all other models of society. They will never integrate. And what did our governments do? Why, we invited them to come here and destroy our own country as well.

Every incoming government puts on the blinkers which allow them to pretend that all is well, that all will be well if only we were, you know, just a little bit more tolerant to muslims. Don’t succumb to ‘islamophobia’ the muslim brotherhood orders our government to tell us. The very notion of ‘hate crime’ and the fact that only whites can carry it out has been fuelled and spread by an insidious refusal to name the enemy and commit to action, even as prominent and influential people have urged such action for decades.

No society in history has survived islam without bloody resistance, and Europe, it feels, has not the stomach for the fight. We have even lost the ability to mock and sneer and come together in common antipathy to a foe, unless that foe be the Conservative ‘government’ which deserves nothing short of oblivion come the general election. But that will let Labour in and all the ‘friends of hamas’ will be further emboldened.

To every common citizen, especially those in former industrial towns, the enemy has been within the gates for generations. The enemy has openly boasted of conquest without bloodshed by simply outbreeding the indigenous. There can be no such thing as a ‘British muslim’, the two identities are incompatible, but soon all the people who live in Britain will be subject to islamic rule. It’s coming, you can feel it, what are you going to do?

Thursday 7 March 2024

You're barred!

 Well, it's happened again.

I long ago gave up on the attempts to regain my Twitter account; if I have to use clandestine means to get back on the platform 'now known as 'X'' what's the point? When I've done that in the past I have had to gradually reveal myself to followers to gain enough interaction to make it work... and then along comes a lefty to block and report and a 24-hour suspension quickly becomes a permanent fixture. So, no thanks.

I thought I would be in better shape on the Daily Telegraph. Yes, I took out a subscription because I was sick of the wall of advertainment with which one is bombarded on any free news sites, but now, guess what, I'm banned from commenting for 48 hours. On top of that, my subscription doubled overnight a few months back, which small-print threat I may have overlooked.

At first it was just the news, but after a while I found I was allowed to comment on pieces, so I dipped in my toe. Polite, measured, occasionally contrary, but never rude and steering clear of 'banned' words. Soon I learned of the merciless nature of the DT algorithm after composing a particularly 'precise' response to another post. "This post has been removed", the stern admonition read. Why? No reason given. Try again and replace that word with something innocuous. Nope, same thing, try again...

After a few such sorties you learn that the particularly crude AI which trawls the forum for non-approved opinion leaves no room for debate. If you really want to make your point you have to couch it in terms some readers may have difficulty comprehending - a bit of Latin helps - but did you want to entertain those readers anyway? So, no loss; there are a small number of right-of-centre posters who do come over as a little bit sub-optimal in the thinking department, but on the whole you tend to get a civilised debate.

And yet there are still things you may not say, for if the AI (Average Idiot) doesn't delete your post there is still the anonymous 'report' function, of which it seems I have fallen foul. No post removed, so far as I can tell (It's not like you have your own timeline, so it's hard to check) no warning for verboten wordage, and no indication of which post, or what sentiment has attracted the ire of the ever-stalking bedwetters. Just a ban.

But why not educate me? Why not tell me what I wrote to offend? At least X-Twitter used to allow you that courtesy, and even give you the chance to delete the offending missive. But in the Telegraph, no. So now the experience is very much degraded; being able to react to misinformed opinion columns, correct factual errors, or just to rub along with the like-minded, all have been denied me.

The thing is, I am really not an extremist. Most of the working population (those who have not had the sort of 'education' that exhorts the to hate everything Britain represents) have very much the same views as are belatedly being made public by some Johnny-come-lately political figures. Even the PM has seen fit to sort of indicate that we might have a problem with certain sectors of our population. Obviously he has included in that problem group certain non-existent threats, for fear of upsetting the ones really responsible, but it may be a tentative baby-step in the right direction.

But with outlets like the DT effectively being led by the same forces which drive The Guardian, the voice of the majority is not being heard, except when it is neutered and tempered with false moral equivalences. Once again it looks like I am left with this blog as my only outlet. This lonely outpost may yet receive my attention more frequently than it has of late. Thanks for reading, and if you have been affected by any of the issues there's probably a helpline, but frankly, who cares?