Suffer the Children

I’ve never liked children. Don’t get me wrong, I wish them no harm, but ever since I had to endure being among them all the time I’ve had little truck with their whiny, needy ways.

Children need to be taught to speak, to eat, to learn when to be quiet, to wash their hands and to wipe their arses. They need to be directed to think, to pause, to consider and to weigh up the consequences before they otherwise act on base instinct. They yearn for direction, soaking up like sponges, the lessons you teach them, so it is little wonder that the Jesuits said ‘give me the child until he is seven and I will give you the man’.

Their loyalty to parents and those in loco parentis is fierce to the point of devotion. Hitler and others knew this and their uniformed, junior not-so-secret police became forces to be feared. In the developing world children are working for their living as soon as they are able and this is not at 18, 21, 25… as in the west (or never, if their calling is politics or popularity) but at 5, 7 or 10. In the developing world, where manpower is all they’ve got, they are valuable, essential economic units, but in the west they are often an economic drain.

The west tells itself that they are an investment; Tony Blair was so enamoured of this Ponzi scheme that he accelerated the rot that really set in when John Major granted the polytechnics university status overnight and gave the impetus to what we see today; an unemployable morass of lumpen supposed ‘graduates’ in disciplines with no economic worth. Oh they often find paid employment, in the arenas of equality and diversity and other risible disciplines, but they bring nothing to the table and their pay is inevitably from the public purse.

But it’s worse than that because, having given them the illusion of a higher agency than the ‘uneducated’ they imagine that their naïve, inexperienced sensitivities are more valid than others, especially the now despised ‘old people’ who are somehow in cahoots with malign forces to ‘rob them of their future’. This sort of rhetoric is used by the climate lobby, the race-baiters and now the corona virus alarmists. It’s as if, so sheltered, so protected are their lives,  they need the scare; like kids at a campfire telling ghost stories.

Well here’s a scare for you: Who are most likely to attend mass gatherings, where they jostle, embrace and otherwise indulge in physical contact: children or adults? Who are least likely to actually engage in effective personal hygiene; children or adults? Who are most likely to put themselves in harm’s way, no matter the warnings: children or adults? And who has the actual knowledge or understanding to keep themselves safe; in short, who has survived the vicissitudes of childhood to emerge as useful human beings? As the old saying goes, if you can’t beat ‘em, what’s the point in having kids?

End of Days

And it shall come to pass that Lamb of God, the Lion of Judah, shall open the first four of the seven seals and summon forth four beings that ride out on white, red, black, and pale horses. That’s it, folks, the end is nigh, and pestilence stalks the land in the form of the dreaded yellow peril, Kung Flu, Covid 19 or whatever else you want to call it. Harsher than influenza but nowhere near the numerical killer that both flu and tuberculosis are, governments everywhere are losing their biblical shit over it.

It now looks likely that other countries will follow Italy and progressively shut down their entire economy to deal with a bit of a cough. Because when you shut down the schools you lose workers who will stay at home to guard their kids. When you cause panic buying supply chains are distorted, and when some of the stay-at-homes are healthcare workers you lose the ability to deal with it. Damned if they do, damned if they don’t, western governments are committed to self-harm in the name of votes. (Meanwhile, certain islamic countries are enacting miracle cures by having imams dribble holy spit in drinking water. Talk about blind faith.)

Then there is the great plague of Thunberg disciples stalking the land as harbingers of doom, relentless gobbling up every last morsel of terrifying propaganda, bowing before the text of rcp8.5 and genuflecting at the feet of the tainted sainthood herself. A martyr for the cause of mass disruption and mental pain, the idiot savant lectures grown adults on science she does not understand yet accepts without question. Religious fervour has much to answer for because the cure for climate cancer seems to be the same as for corona virus – shut down the engine of the world.

Here in the UK spare a thought for the villagers of Fairbourne. The flood defences for this Welsh coastal hamlet are to be discontinued in the 2050s and the village decommissioned and left to drown. Inhabitants now occupy worthless property with no rescue plan in place, no commitment to compensation, no funding to continue defending their homes and no potential buyers to help them out. Some are resigned to hoping they die before their village does. No doubt the Extinction Rebellion lot will be cheering the slow death of an entire community.

Old people, they say, it’s the old people. Old people caused these crises, old people deserve to die and look, the righteous virus is claiming the elderly before the young, so there’s your retribution for wrecking the planet, greyhair! But have you seen how very parsimoniously many older people live? After a lifetime of contributing they eke out their last days in frugal fear of running out of money before running out of breath. How callous the young and the comfortable are, condemning their forebears while gobbling up of the fruits of their labour.

And all the while, war is coming. The flood of migrants who will take no heed of precautions against the spread of disease and will voraciously consume whatever the west has left after it has driven down its own immunity against decay. While the World Health Organisation is counselling quarantine, western administrations are still flying the flag for open borders. In the Greek islands, vigilante groups are taking action where their governments will not in order to defend themselves from yet another apocalyptic infestation.

In every case – corona, immigration, Greta8.5 – fear of losing voters is diverting resources from the front line, avoiding real debate and effective action, and instead pandering to the hysterias which appear to afflict a minority, rather than the masses. The tyranny of vocal special interests is taking away the sanity of the world and replacing it with gibbering impotence. When the schools and factories have closed, when the social services have been overwhelmed and collapsed, when the developed world ceases to be able to pay its way, who will be left to clean up the wreckage of this mountain of folly?  

Spring Fever

The spring has sprung, the grass is riz, etc. It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life and all that. Actually, although we are into the first spring month, March, official spring doesn’t being in the UK until the 20^th this year. That gives the weather less than three weeks to get its act together, not that the daffodils seem to care. The spring blossoms are pushing ahead with business as usual and no matter how many lawns the climate crazies want to ruin, nature will take its course anyway.

It’s all so exhausting, this climate change malarkey, and it’s somewhat perplexing that the world’s governments seem to be happy to let the most annoying population sector take the lead. I mean, come on, you’re taking your cues from children? The members of Extinction Rebellion may be a little older but no more mature, hailing, as is so often the case, from that peculiar proportion of the comfortable middle classes who swallow all the hippy aphorisms whole.

Whichever group you despise the most is irrelevant; they all preach an unwholesome message of doom. Greta Thunderclap Newman thinks the world is on fire; she should have been looking out of my window for the last six months where it has barely stopped raining. And the XR lot want us to return to a pre-energy age where they can try out their weird brand of communism. Communism of course, involves hardship, starvation, torture and sans electricity threatens to bring death by boredom. Why did she die? She just wanted to.

And that’s the thing, isn’t it? I mean, we’re going to die anyway, so why begin now? If the human race is going to become extinct and with it the rest of the planet, why not go out in a blaze of glory, rather than cowering like helpless wimps as the flames lick towards us and the famines take us? Why not buy the most luxurious car you can afford and swig Champagne as you burn up the country roads at fifteen miles to the gallon on your hedonistic way to whatever takes your fancy?

The preachers see only horror and squalor and, fetishists as they are, they sound as if they welcome it. Ten years to save the planet… again? Because, see, even if we are headed to hell in a handcart it’s not happening in ten years, nor even a hundred. Humans will adapt and survive or, yes, we may actually die out. But not in the immediate future. Think of the children? Oh, please, they will have their own children and grandchildren and on and on because they will find a way. It’s what we do.

And so what if it actually does come to pass in a few hundred or a few thousand years? Why limit the life chances of all those future generations because we were too frit to live our own? And in any case, if you like your conspiracy theories extra gloomy, the corona virus is going to get you soon. So, I say ignore XR, tell Greta to get to fuck and carry on regardless. Enjoy your life, what’s left of it, because you only have the one. If the Earth is on fire it is likely due to all the hot air spouted by juvenile climate alarmists. My message to those future generations? Future generations can suck my dick.

Hobgoblins

When travelling in the United States some years ago I was struck by what I thought at the time was a curious gullibility in accepting the most outlandish of explanations for the origin of words and phrases. There seemed to be a sort of epidemic of such inquiry and a willingness to accept the most peculiar distortions of history, physics, grammar and reality itself to placate this thirst for knowledge, however unreliable.

I wish I could remember some specific examples but I do recall being amused at some long-established phrases of well-known nautical origin being explained away by the use of colourful and imaginative invocation of what were relatively recent phenomena. Thus a salty insult derived from the days of sail would be shoehorned into a tale about the early years of computing and accepted without question. I actually bought a book of such explanations and chuckled at both the ingenuity and naivety of some of the expositions.

Long ago I noticed the propensity of humans to swiftly accept the most unlikely of reasoning for observed phenomena, to ascribe the most complex of motives to the simple failings of competence; to search for greater depth than is actually there. Now, in the post-truth era we are said to live in, such ability to set aside the simple for the complex appears to have become ubiquitous. Who cares for the truth when a ripping yarn gets the blood flowing?

I write all this because over the last few days I have been mildly assailed by interlocutors demanding I accept their facts, when opinion or distortion is all they have offered up. One such issue was the case for immigration: “Immigration is a net benefit!” insist the soundbite swallowers, without even the most cursory reflection on why such a generalisation has become so widely promulgated. “There is no evidence that low-skilled immigration lowers wages!” is another frequently expounded notion.

Try telling any of that to the working communities who have been displaced by industrial scale invasions of people who are, frankly, ‘not like us’. Because it is one thing to amalgamate all the doctors and scientists and engineers and artistes along with those who work in the low wage economy to come up with a minimally positive financial calculation, but the truth to those who are face-to-face with it is a different thing entirely. Or maybe, in order to make that national omelette it matters not how many eggs you have to break?

Another was trying to argue that full employment meant there was no demand for labour and thus would keep wages low. It didn’t matter that this inverted the basic supply and demand formulation, this was his truth and he was sticking to it. This was on the back of a diatribe about how the state should intervene to distort the labour market, even though the state intends to do exactly that by announcing future restrictions on low-skilled immigration. The truth didn’t matter because the truth is now what you want it to be. Facts are fluid and for every verifiable statistic, multiple interpretations can be constructed. 

It was thought that the internet would bring us access to all the world’s knowledge. It was even proposed that schoolchildren need not even be taught facts because the facts were at their fingertips. It turns out that none of that makes a blind bit of difference and that H L Mencken’s observations still hold true. Here’s one to be going on with: “The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary.” And here’s another: "Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard."

Do We Understand Whiteness?

Some long years ago, Spike Milligan did an extended sketch, in the style of David Attenborough, describing the curious, primitive life of the ‘Cockanee’ tribe in East London. Today, all that has come to pass and the East End is no longer the ancestral home of the Pearly Kings, but an islamic enclave of ‘vibrant diversity’, the one unifying factor being the utter lack of a secure and confident English identity. To rub salt in the wounds, famous race baiter Afua Hirsch is presenting a new BBC series called ‘Whiteness’; no doubt a politico-anthropological analysis of the coming extinction, as ordained.

For there can be no doubt, surely, as we celebrate anything and everything not traditionally of these islands, that the whiff of victory is in the nostrils of those who would replace us. Yesterday is a great example of the kind of warped thinking the Blair Witch Project bestowed on the nation. At the first hint of the attack on shisha bars in Germany the media and official spokes-twats leapt with unseemly haste to label it as ‘far right hate crime’. Like the far right is even a thing you can easily define; but insofar as it is ever defined it means, exclusively, white men.

Meanwhile, when the police declare that the Regent’s Park mosque stabbing was muslim on muslim, the left is distraught. He must be a convert, not a ‘real’ muslim and they will leave no stone unturned in the search for an anti-islamic motive. Because when members of our treasured diverse communities (monocultural ghettoes) commit murder, behead innocents, throw gays off tall buildings, burn Christians alive, or stone women to death for not wearing a head covering (and the list goes on and on) we are urged to try to understand them. Condemn their actions, yes, but then go out of our way not to blame those involved.

Hate the sin, not the sinner, they piously opine. So, when are we going to listen to those the media label racist, far-right, xenophobic? They call them uneducated, backward, thuggish Untermenschen, yet in the same breath refer to them as ‘white supremacists’. How supreme do you think they feel when the establishment has abandoned them while bending backwards to accommodate people who call us kuffar, dirty as dogs, white pigs, unfit to even walk in the shadow of islam? And islam’s shadow is creeping across the developed world like a cancer.

Last night on BBC’s Question Time the renowned moustache-wearing luxury communist, Ash Sarkar, trotted out the particular lie about immigration being an overwhelming net benefit; a lie perpetuated by the media, politicians and other mouthpieces. (Other studies have drawn a contrary conclusion, at least on economic grounds.) But in the areas where all these so-called ‘white supremacists’ live, immigration has been an unremitting disaster and an enormous social and economic cost, and continually calling people racist for pointing this out does not change the blindingly obvious truth.

They all look the same to me

Why is nobody listening? Where is the outreach programme for the neglected working communities, the displaced, the replaced? Where is the compassion, the listening ear, the attempt to understand the outpourings of antipathy and revulsion? When fortunes are spent and reputations burnished by all the attention given to understanding the powerful ‘minority’ with all the special treatment they demand, but nothing but contempt is spent on those whose homelands they have stolen, is it any wonder that resentment ensues? Spike Milligan didn’t set out to be a prophet, but - peace be upon him - he was dead right.