No Hope

How George Orwell managed to predict so many things so accurately is only a mystery if you think he was predicting anything at all. In fact he was reporting what was and continues to be business as normal in your everyday totalitarian communist regime. Those who control the narrative control the truth. And thus it is that such dogged adherence to the discredited disciplines of whatever name the Marxists are going under these days is still referred to by the faithful as ‘progressive’. In the language of the progressives, words are tools of deceit and division; love means hate, peace means war and wealth is deserved as equally by those who envy it as by those who create it.

But economic matters are too complex for socialists to understand or for the majority of the proletariat to be won over by, so ‘progress’ must be achieved by simpler, less numerical, more visceral means. Fairness, or better still unfairness, in its various disguises, is the perfect weapon. Shout ‘unfair’ or ‘racist’ or ‘bigot’ and straight away the gut instinct of their lower orders is to make placards and plan a revolution. Anybody not conforming to societal norms are outsiders and are thus to be defended at all costs against the enemy; the enemy is always the indigenous people, whose fear, concerns or observations are expressions of hate in Newspeak and they must be made to 'love' again.

And so the progressive forces of socialist inclusivity and righteous outrage at anybody promoting such dangerous ideas as majority opinion send out their flying monkeys pickets to love-bomb the ignorant into submission. And if placards and noisy demonstration doesn’t work they can call in the big guns; graffiti, vandalism and threats to personal well-being are all acceptable to these caring, lovely people and their rules of engagement allow pre-emptive strikes at the most vulnerable targets. All parallels with historical brown and black-shirted mobs will be hysterically refuted – with bricks and fists if necessary.

This is perfect cover for organisations like the ironically-named Unite Against Fascism and Hope-not-Hate to forcibly impose their will on the majority, promoting hatred and division and imagining themselves on the side of right. And so we see the union-funded rent-a-mob, hired thugs and deep fanatics organising violent action against innocent law-abidoing people expressing concern; intimidation to tell them, Lutfur Rahman style, how to vote if they want to keep their noses and windows unbroken.

Democracy in action? Or something else?

Hope-not-Hate are the islamists of the secular world. They actually believe that if you fear the foreigner you should be beaten to a pulp by one of your own so you will know what true fear really is. They believe that if you don’t hold their opinions you must be ‘educated’ until you do. And just as in Orwell’s observations they maintain their unquestioning belief by elevating their truth to be better than the truth. The police will, of course, obey their orders and in so far as it is in the interests of the establishment for a free vote to be dissuaded, I don’t expect arrests. Don’t you just hate No Hope?

In the heat of the night

She lay in the dark, barely breathing. His breath was harsh and ragged and stank of drink. She was terrified, but if she stayed still, she reasoned, if she made no fuss, maybe he wouldn’t hurt her. She shut her eyes and concentrated on fighting the fear, controlling the tremors that threatened to engulf her body. She did not even sob.

He was drunk. Of course he was. Wasn’t that always the way? It wasn’t right, he knew that. He knew if he was caught he’d end up in prison. And worse; he would lose his reputation, his job. Everything would come crashing down in one enormous shit storm.

But that wouldn’t happen, would it? Not with this one. He picked his victims with care, knowing that his enforced attentions would be a mere blip in her life’s emotional journey. Tonight would hardly register, compared to what she had experienced.

Because Jamelia had undergone genital mutilation as a child. This abhorrent practice is utterly alien to British sensibilities yet is regarded as normal by an unacceptably large portion of our unnaturally diverse population. But, according to the doctrine of multiculturalism, it is entirely wrong to expect people who dwell in these isles to abide by our laws.

We’re not talking about just the provision of halal chapatti facilities or allowing people wearing masks to take driving tests here. We’re talking about the intimate physical mutilation of terrified young girls, Girls who will later go on to be effectively sold into sexual slavery as brides of men literally ten times their age.

There is no such thing as successful multiculturalism. Monoculturalism is what makes a nation. That and tolerance for a certain amount of diversity and difference and recognition of other cultural norms. But, if you go to parts of Birmingham, Bradford, Leicester or London, it's like taking a trip back in time. In MY country, certain cultures have been allowed to create third-world shitholes with no civilised rules at all. It's tribal, it's stone-age, it's primitive and it has no place in what used to be the most enlightened country in the world.

From the Islamification of Britain, to the adoption of crippling EU constraints on our freedom, we appear to have lost the very simple battle to keep Britain British. Becry the plethora of anti-British claptrap we have to put up with and we are branded racist.

Well, fuck right off with your knee-jerk labels, you fucking lefty idiots. You're the racists for wanting to deny me any rights in my own birthplace. Whilst I’m wary of the motives of any group appropriating the precious flag of my country, today is St George’s Day and groups such as the EDL are absolutely entitled to hold their peaceful March for England, as they did yesterday in Brighton. Of course it would have been peaceful, except for the blatant provocation of the Union Against Fascism, doing their best to provoke violence and turn the event into a hate-fest.

So, what do you want? A common national identity, with allowance for differences, as espoused by all right-thinking people, some of whom revere our flag? Or the multiculturalist agenda for total control over your thoughts and deeds, who would criminalise you for being afraid of a black man, but would turn a blind eye to the routine mutilation of his sisters?

 Be fucking careful what you wish for, you traitors.