The British People

 The late, great, member of Parliament once said “It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre” and they all mocked him. Foretelling a time when Britain would no longer look like Britain and the British would be marginalised, sent to the back of the queue and reviled, despite their outstanding contribution to the world, he has been vindicated. In the last few decades all he predicted has come to pass.

The whip is firmly in the grip of those who would tear down institutions and customs and destroy an entire culture without even a hint of the compassion shown towards them. The invading army of immigrants, fifth columnists and home-grown malcontents, with scarcely a backwards glance, wish to raze to the ground every reminder of the people who invented and built the modern world.

Britain was not ‘built by immigrants’, rather it assimilated talent from the world, having first laid the foundations. As the ancient world declined it was Britain and, yes, England in particular who forged the new. The English were first among nations and as the United Kingdom we were formidable not just for our might, but for many less demonstrative, but admirable qualities. Stoic, bearing hardship in silence. Just, standing up for the oppressed. Inventive, yet modest about our greatness. Philanthropic, asking little in return.

And unlike the bombastic Americans, the emotional southern Europeans, the authoritarian Germans, or the impenetrably secretive Soviets, we bore our burdens in silence and our triumphs with an equal lack of fanfare. Had The UK been the first to land on the moon our Neil Armstrong would have probably just had a quiet cup of tea and toasted the Queen, later to retire to the countryside dismissing the Herculean feat as merely a spot of good luck, actually.

So why, having ruled the waves for so many years have we now lost control of the greatest asset we ever had? Whatever happened to “This royal throne of kings, this sceptered isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.”?

This precious stone set in a silver sea

Where is our dominion over our own borders? Who filled in the moat? And why are the savages of those envious, unhappy lands conquering us with barely a finger raised against them? Where is our backbone, our fierce but quiet determination to remain a free people? Having freed the world why must we now be enslaved, and by our own rulers, too? Why must we allow our demi-paradise to become a living hell?

The boat migrants are our mortal enemies. Even much Commonwealth immigration has been bad for us. We have allowed foreign people to set up camp then proliferate unrestrained until whole towns have become alien to ‘the British people’. We have even allowed some among us to say that using that very phrase ‘the British people’ is somehow divisive ,unhelpful and part of the problem.

But wasn’t it the British people who cheered them when they did well? Didn’t we slap them on the back and sing their praises when they won medals for the country they were proud to belong to? We voted them into positions of power and influence and we even ennobled them.

The British people are not the problem here. We welcomed those who wanted to become British, but why should we welcome those who simply want what we have? We owe the false asylum seekers nothing, not even their lives. And if, as many would point out, it is as a result of British involvement in geo-politics, we should point out in turn that The British People have never been consulted about that, just as we have never been consulted about importing millions of uncivilised, potential criminals into our midst.

For all their words, I don’t believe there is a single soul left on these islands who believes that the government – any government – has the will or the means to do what is necessary. They dare not even say it. These incomers must be repulsed with deadly force. Not a single one should be landed on our shores and if the only deterrent is their demise, then let that be their fate. Making the route ‘unviable’ sounds to me like ‘find another route’. No, we must make all routes hopeless.

Look harder

I am a free thinker; I have an open mind; I am no lapdog for ideologues and demagogues and I dance not to the tunes of the Pied Piper. I follow the facts and make up my own mind and no matter what scam the government is pulling I can see through it because I only pursue the truth. Fake news, conspiracy theories, straight-out lies – they don’t fool me because I dissect them with my scalpel-like intellect, strip away the falsehoods and reveal the bare bones beneath. You may have fooled me once, but never again.

You have a 5G ready phone? You dupe. You are a puppet of the globalists and a useful idiot for the deep state. Vaccine? Don’t make me laugh! You’re wearing a mask? Why, you may as well stand in line to be barcoded and chipped and have your brain scanned. Go ahead, sucker; you want your every thought to be monitored, your every move dictated? Your choice… yeah, you think! What’s that, hydroxychloroquine? No, that’s real, that’s the cure. Why do you think you can’t get any?

That’s the chemtrails, see, fogging your brain, dulling your intellect and turning you into willing slaves to the overlords. Educate yourself! Read a book! Do some research. Seriously, get on board with Q Anon and other truth-tellers. Spend a few weeks immersing yourself in the real detail. Burrow beneath the headlines and soon you’ll see. Oh yes, I used to be like you: never believe it unless you’ve seen it with your own eyes and all that, but you’ll change, I promise you. I can recommend some websites to get you started.

Follow the money, I say. You see a rich philanthropist using his wealth to ease the plight of mankind? Look again; if you can’t find evidence that somebody is building a base of money and power from all this, you’re not looking hard enough. Absence of evidence proves nothing. In fact, the absence of evidence is almost certain proof that they are covering something up! When you really think about it you’ll see the truth in that statement.

Wake up! Get red-pilled! See the world as it really is, beneath that thin veneer of logic and easy answers. Dig below the overly simplistic paradigm of cause and effect and you will find the convoluted reality. It’s all connected. Those boat migrants in the Channel? Do you honestly believe they are just making their way here for a better life? Or did you imagine that they are part of a plan, cooked up by governments to keep their populations in check?

Do you think the government is putting them in hotels simply because they have no space in detention centres? Look again – hotels are where conferences happen. And conferences aren’t a lot different from parliaments, are they? You may have been fooled by the Coudenhove-Kalergi plan smokescreen that they are bringing in a replacement population but look again. Isn’t it obvious that the government is importing it’s OWN replacement!

See it now?

It’s like those ‘magic eye’ pictures from the 1980s. Try looking straight at it and you see nothing but simple patterns. But tilt your head a little, squint, let your mind drift and your focus blur and there you have it… a tiger! You can’t see it? Try harder; it’s there, I assure you. If you still can’t see it that might be because of those 5G masts. Try again wearing this simple headdress made from ordinary aluminium foil… you’ll see.

Black Power

So we won. The white man is finally eradicated and with him goes his hateful history. During black history month, which now extends throughout our entire schooling, we learn how literally nothing was invented by anybody other than ‘black coloured persons of black colour’ – as we now refer to ourselves - and no place on Earth was ever improved by the presence of the genetically inferior white race.

But they are gone now and it is marvellous. We no longer have to watch television and movies written, directed, produced distributed and broadcast by whites and including almost entirely white casts. I mean whoever heard of a white Duke of Wellington, or a white Mr Pickwick, for instance? The whites colonised our media and you could hardly turn on the television for seeing white faces and hearing the frankly dreadful strains of white accents and that awful, awful diction. Feel me, blud?

It was soon decided that television and radio and movies and theatre were so tainted with whiteness that, rather than reform it, it was better to do away with it altogether. Now nobody goes to the theatre and nobody broadcasts news, shows, or any form of televisual entertainment. Netflix, a white invention, was dissolved early in 2050 and now there are no reminders of the so-called ‘golden days of Hollywood’. It is like television and film never existed. Good.

The white man brutalised our proud black nations, building disgusting metal bridges over our pristine rivers and scarring the landscapes with roads, railways and power lines. And even the skies were polluted by the incessant drone of jet engines as flight after flight obscured our blue skies in ugly contrails. They came and discovered resources we had no use for and then just took them. They took coal and oil and diamonds and gold and turned them into things they considered had value.

Disgusting, venal whites, with their rule of law and their education and their medicine and their insistence on forever trying to improve on nature. They could never understand how offensive it was to be shown that things we never even knew existed could be utilised to make things we never knew we wanted for reasons entirely borne from aspiration, an instinct we neither asked for nor exercised.

Aspiration! The white disease. We were perfectly happy as we were before the white races came and ruined our mental landscapes for good. But not content with rubbing our noses in our own lack of vision they took our brightest and best and made them successful in their countries on their terms. How dare they! Just because we had no competing supremacist culture, it didn’t mean we didn’t yearn for a supremacy all of our own.

We had to observe the disgusting spectacle of proud black men wearing ugly western clothes, handling vast amounts of ugly western money, then trying to entice us to follow suit. At one point they even had the temerity to force black and brown people to help run their own countries. Yes, they took slaves from Africa and Asia and actually forced them to work in their governments and help shape their policy. You can only imagine the insult we felt.

Even when we rioted to demand more from them they just shrugged, apologised and rebuilt all the shit we’d broken. They didn’t fight back, which is the point when we realised we need be slaves to white imperialism no longer. So we broke free from our enslavement to modernity and wealth and health and all of that. We rejected their malevolent charity; spurned their generous welfare system. That showed them!

Rejoice!

Now, you must excuse me. I have to get back to my vegetable plot. The family needs to eat and I have much to do with my rudimentary hand tools before it gets dark. We have no need of electricity or gas, and when it gets cold we can usually gather enough animal hides to keep us from freezing to death. Life is so much more ‘vibrant’ without the whites. If only we could get the water back on…

Home Truths

With the refreshing new broom of Priti Patel in the Home Office under the Johnson administration (he who allegedly idolises Churchill) you could be forgiven for breathing a sigh of relief, anticipating a return to British values, common sense, pride and freedom. And with Dominic Cummings in the engine room, pulling the levers and vowing to roll back the recent vicissitudes of the civil service and their apparent conversion to the anti-British cause, you may feel justified in relaxing in the belief that we are in safe hands.

But what’s this? Mandatory diversity training throughout the Home Office? The creation of ‘diverse’ (non-white British) short lists? Indoctrination in the new, revised versions of the past which portray British history as relentlessly negative? Future immigration to bypass white Europeans in favour of what was until recently referred to as BAME applicants? Was this what we voted for? No, it bloody well wasn't.

Last night on BBC Radio 4’s excellent discussion programme, The Moral Maze, the subject under consideration was the morality of the British Empire. I urge you to listen to it, if only for the opening fifteen minutes during which the first witness expounds a thesis of unrelenting negativity and unconcealed hatred of whiteness. The whole programme is little better with all but one of the inquisitors buying into the revisionist version of that period and how it has turned us all into the hideous racists we are.

The drive is on to accelerate the cultural change begun in earnest under Tony Blair. Rubbing the right’s nose in diversity, indeed. The avowed aim of a great many of the ‘new British’ is to eventually eradicate whiteness forever, but in the short term they will settle for our ostracization from our own society. At times it feels as if the whole of academia is dedicated to the single aim of ‘decolonising’ the entire curriculum, whatever they believe that actually means.

To that end, the acquiescence of other institutions is equally appalling to behold. Yesterday Laurence Fox tweeted out the ridiculous cringing statement from RADA, regarding their intent to spend the rest of their days on bended knee to the project of eliminating white talent wherever they find it. Please read it; it is one of the dumbest mission statements you will ever encounter.

 Meanwhile, the white working class, as has been the case for some decades now, will continue to be thrown on the scrapheap. This plea from Ben Bradley, MP will fall on deaf ears now, as it has over the years. In Blair’s day his own Home Secretary, Jack Straw, embarked on a war against the very people who put his party in power when he said that ‘the English, as a race, are not worth saving’. 

The future, where only black lives exist.

What say the current government? The rhetoric from Number 10 is all about new beginnings outside the EU. Opportunities, they say, abound, as we work to drag ourselves out of the coronavirus lockdown and build our country anew. But just as David Cameron described himself as ‘heir to Blair’, Boris Johnson seems determined to continue in that vein. Listening to the government right now, there has never been a better time to be British… just so long as you are not, actually, British.

Post Truth Rantalog

It’s been a while since I blogged. Not for want of inspiration, but out of sheer exasperation at the weeping, wailing, ineffectual, craven nation we have become. The collective ‘we’, in which I no longer automatically include myself, are afraid of our own shadows and despite all the evidence that incompatible alien cultures seek to dominate and destroy us we watch helplessly on as the march of islam continues, unchecked, to take over every corner of our society.

Nantes Cathedral, just like Notre Dame before it, succumbs to some dodgy eleventh century electrical wiring, the imams give prayers and we gawp, open-mouthed, as centuries of our culture disappears in smoke like it never happened. Imagine the outcry if the fire had been set in one of those thrown together, unregulated, ugly blots on the landscape, a mosque. The usual suspects would be up in arms. Literally.

Then there are those ugly-hearted motherfuckers of the muslim Police Association petitioning the powers that be to stop using phrases like ‘islamic terrorism’ and ‘jihadi’ because it portrays the religion of murdering-everybody-who-gets-in-its-way in a negative light. The highly politicised Neil Basu is right up there amongst the self-serving cunts who want to alter our language – ours not theirs, so that it becomes impossible to ever discuss the true threat that islam presents.

Meanwhile the boats full of doctors and scientists and engineers – all of them male, all of them black and every single one of them a potential future murdering jihadi intent on subjugating Britain through concerted islamic terrorism – continue to arrive daily with literally zero resistance to their entry. In fact ‘we’ gather them up, give them blankets and food and clothing and escort them safely to their reward; a life on benefits, courtesy of the British taxpayer.

But where is the backbone of those cowardly officials who have let them all come? Where are the people in positions of power and influence who ought to be setting up machine gun nests to guard our beaches? They are engaged in (yet another) last ditch attempt to subvert democracy through the power of incomprehension. Dominic Grievous's grubby cohorts, finding no evidence of Russian interference in the referendum, seek to portray the failure to find said evidence as absolutely no indication that such evidence does not exist.

In their own warped minds, maybe. But then the anti-Brexit brigade never did care for the exercise of democracy. The contempt they continue to display towards the ordinary men and women of this country who have stood by and allowed themselves to be trodden underfoot, hoping against hope that one day sanity might return and their democratic wishes be delivered is still quite astonishing. And the frothing FBPE hashtaggers are rising, zombie-like from their graves, still desperately searching for brains.

Here we go again...

I really don’t know what to make of it all, but I know what I think and I know what I want. If every single islamic terrorist jihadi was pitchforked onto cattle trucks and sent to labour camps I would cheer them on their way. If every single illegal dinghy crossing the Channel was sunk, leaving the occupants to take their chances with the ocean deep I would not shed a tear. And if a latter-day Guy Fawkes was to burn down the whole sorry apology for justice and governance and democracy I would turn out to wave a flag as the disreputable and corrupt Houses of Parliament toppled into the Thames.

It really is a time to talk seriously about a hierarchy of human development and recognise that some humans and some societies are, by all rational measures, worth less than others. This is palpably true, everybody out of the bizarre ‘progressive’ bubble can see this, but all attempts to tell these truths are shut down, because reasons. So, I haven’t blogged for a while; I’ve been bottling it all up.