2019: A New Hope or Will the Empire Strike Back?

I have been going through a blackpilled phase lately. I have been observing the trends in political debate, political censure, media, and demographics through a rather dark lens. It hasn’t done a whole hell of a lot for my sunny disposition.

Over the past few years, my single ray of hope was waking up on the 24th of June in 2016 to discover that I was not a part of a dwindling minority of curmudgeons who were losing faith in the democratic process. I was finally in the majority for something that I cared about and which really mattered, and that majority had exercised its political will, successfully.

My wife, who had stayed up late on the 23rd, went to bed at the point that Nigel Farage had declared Leave as the losing side. Work up in London means that I can’t stay up as late during the week, but instead I get to wake up a couple of hours before everyone else. I had the pleasure of shaking her awake to tell her the good news as I was heading out the door.

I was ecstatic and so was she. We were filled with hope.

It was not the same for my London-based colleagues, who were hung over from the Project Fear Kool-Aid and were extremely glum.

I found I had to suppress my joy. I was doing internal fist pumps in the air. I did not want to come across as a poor winner. And I was not exalting in schadenfreude; I was just happy that my side had finally won something.

But as the days, weeks, and months wore on, I was finding that I had to suppress the fact that I had voted Leave, as Project Fear turned into Project Hate. When I engaged with others, I had to hide my true colours until some offhanded minor sardonic comment was given away by my interlocutors. Once signals were exchanged, we would furtively discuss our allegiances and our thoughts on the situation in hushed tones, to ensure that we would not invoke the ire of Remain supporters within earshot.

This behaviour was not borne of paranoia but rather out of experience. I suspect many people who voted Leave can attest to similar experiences as mine: Many people with whom I had almost daily friendly interactions with would treat me coldly after discovering the way I had voted and my autistic defence of it.

The general assumptions that the vocal arm of the Remainer party seems to make of Leavers is that at best we are ignorant, stupid or ill-educated. At worst, we are full of hate-filled bile toward anyone with a complexion darker than our own. In today’s heated environment, being labelled a racist means that one can become subject to whatever calumnies, ill-treatment, and violence that misguided souls are wont to visit upon people so labelled, up to and including losing one’s job, getting a beating, or going to prison.

As a result of the aftermath of the Referendum, the ire, the falling out with people I thought of as friends, and the general propaganda war being waged on those of us of a small-c conservative/libertarian bent, I have reacquired an old habit that I dropped a long time ago, back when I wanted to mix with polite company (but polite company won’t have me any more anyway): Wherever the mainstream tells me I shouldn’t look, I am looking.

I’ve followed the doings and sayings of various people who have been labelled as ‘problematic’ by the mainstream and the ctrl-Left. And I have found that they are either harmless cranks (or controlled opposition) or they are speaking real truth to power. The powers that be end up banning or deplatforming those in the second category.

These individuals are not hate-filled, just pointing out the collusion between the political, media, and Silicon Valley elites for brooking no dissent.

Their detractors in the ctrl-Left and the mainstream media suffer from the real hatred, only it is oikophobic and globalist, seeking to eliminate all opposition, no matter how mild-mannered or reasonable it may be. These detractors have the bully pulpit of the mainstream media from which to spout their hatred, dressed up as what all right-thinking people should be thinking.

Much of what has been described as alt-Right or far-Right would have been labelled right-of-centre conservatism a scant 20 years ago. And much of it is not, in fact, right-wing, but more centrist or liberal (in the old sense of the word), some of it even almost Marxist**.

Many of these people are seeing the same changes I’m seeing and not liking them. Many of them are the same age as I am or older, many are 20 to 30 years younger.

The powers that be are working with Silicon Valley to deplatform real political opposition from internet platforms (YouTube, Twitter, Facebook) and financial platforms (Patreon, PayPal). In the case of Tommy Robinson, they even resorted to imprisonment.

I can only surmise that the activities of 2018 are just a preview of things to come.

If the actions of Theresa May’s government and the behaviour of the various arms of government of the past year or so are indications of a trend, then the suppression will continue, and it will increase.

I don’t think a proper Brexit will happen. And I wouldn’t be surprised if they passed a law calling it a hate crime to protest such an outcome peacefully.

And when the veneer of democratic legitimacy slips off the faces of the powers that be, as it is at this moment, I suspect a lot more people will wake up. The powers that be will overplay their hand, and the prestige will break: Government will be an illusion of the governors.

I think a lot of those people who would have once voted for Remain will make the choice to become British instead of European. What was once 52-48 will become 85-15.

But there is going to be a lot of nastiness until then. And I’m not looking forward to it. (I have children, FFS.)

So I begin this year full of pessimism about immediate prospects (I think people will die on all sides, maybe not this year but soon – and I hope I am wrong), but with hope that when we get through this coming shitstorm, we will be galvanised and strengthened as a nation***.

The alternative is just too grim to contemplate – so I will look for hope and faith this year.

 

*I have a feeling that everyone knows deep down inside, Remainer and Leaver, that had the vote gone the other way, Remainers would not have received the same ire as Leavers now do. And I suspect they would be just as poor winners as they are losers.

**I must admit, the Brexit debate and the rape gang situation has turned me into a bit more of a class warrior than I ever have been. I am finding myself becoming resentful of privileged upper middle class twats who deign to know better than the rest of us how we must think and act.

***For an interesting alternative vision for our country, see this post at Albion Awakening.

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…Politics by other means

War is the continuation of politics by other means.Carl von Clausewitz

Will Podmore provides some disturbing reading over at The Blue Anchor about our government’s collusion in bringing the UK into ever closer EU military unification. The key line being:

Ministers have agreed to all the steps towards military union taken by the six EU Councils since we instructed the government to leave the EU. The government has moved far faster to bind us into the EU defence acquis than it has ever moved to get us out of the EU.

Another article I came across the other day (and I can’t recall who linked to it) highlights the fact that Germany’s Bundeswehr is already integrating brigades from the Netherlands, the Czech Republic, and Romania into its command structures.

Folks, this is not a NATO-style alliance system they are building up. It is a single, unified EU military answering into central authority in Brussels.

And our government is full speed ahead on ensuring we are enmeshed in it.

 

One of the things that has really disturbed me about EU foreign policy of the past few years has been the apparent adaptation of one or two key Third Reich policies, such as extending influence into Ukraine (Lebensraum, anyone?).

It was quite clear to anyone reading about the Ukraine situation outside of the mainstream media that the EU was contributing  to the destabilisation of Ukraine (alongside a few other nefarious groups and agents, including CIA, Open Society Foundation, Rockefeller Foundation, etc.).

Whether you support the current regime in Kiev or not, there is no denying that the Russians and the Ukrainians have had a very long, complicated relationship together lasting more than a millennium, and more often united than divided. Russian and Ukrainian culture both derived originally from Kievan Rus’.

[I have only spent a little bit of time skimming Russian history, but I hope to soon be reading this book to gain further knowledge.]

Messing in the affairs of Ukraine is definitely tweaking the nose of the Russian bear.

I can only surmise that the end game is war with Russia. It seems that anytime some bright spark gets Western Europe under their control, they always end up wanting to invade Russia. And we know how that always ends.

Add to this the idea that Emmanuel Macron wants to bring back conscription, and that Frau Merkel currently has a recently-arrived cohort of one million+ mostly unemployed men of military age, and I start getting very uncomfortable about the future for countries that are in the EU.

In a recent exchange on Twitter, I expressed my misgivings about this to a Remainer. He said it was better to be in the military union rather than out of it.

No thanks.

Not only do I see a large-scale continental war in the offing, I also see an army, comprised of people with no shared cultural, religious, or ethnic links to the locals, being used to quell any internal dissent.

I hope I am wrong. This is something I do not want to be right about.

And I hope that some Deus ex machina pulls us out of the maw of continued participation in the “European Project”: it will only end in rivers of tears, and blood.

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Our Children…or Theirs?

Around the time of the Referendum, I was chatting, as I normally do, with a couple of the people from the street market stalls that I frequent for lunch.

The subject was, of course, the Referendum. There was, amongst them, misgivings on their part about being made to leave Britain as a result. They had bought the Remain propaganda that it was all about immigration, and that anyone who voted Leave was set to eject them from Britain, the moment the order came down.

[As much as I, and all the other people who voted to leave the EU, might like to eject all non-subjects of HM from this beautiful island, it was hardly going to be a realistic expectation from Day 1 given the logistics involved.]

I did try to assuage their fears, given the likelihood of such a proposition coming to pass – the same likelihood as many other Remain/Project Fear scenarios.

But something really took me aback in the exchange.

One of the guys, a South American married to someone with Spanish citizenship, said to me, with venom in his voice: “I hope you are right, because I will be out on the streets fighting for my children.”

[It is at this point we can cue up a Remainer telling me this situation never happened. Or that he has every right to fight for his children against us horrible hate-filled Brexiteers.]

I felt threatened. And then I felt angry – but I didn’t show it.

I have had a long time to ruminate on that exchange.

Yes, I know he is not representative of all other people who are here but have no ties to the country other than living and/or working here. But I bet his remarks represent the thoughts of a significant cohort of non-citizens.

This exchange opened a few new lines of thinking for me, which I would never have considered before.

I have been a new arrival and have lived as an adult in four countries where I would be considered a foreigner (including here in Blighty, thanks to my accent).

Apart from Great Britain, as I am British by birth, I would never presume to feel entitled to continued residence if the locals decided I no longer belonged. Hell, it would suck to be kicked out of those countries due to politics, and it would be an upheaval, but the locals have every right to determine who gets to stay. I was a guest in each of those countries, and the host is free to do what he wants.

What makes someone who hails from a Third World shithole halfway around the world think he might have the right to remain no matter what the host thinks of his continued presence?

It wasn’t just that sense of entitlement, it was the threat of violence should things not go his way politically.

As I thought more about it, the scales began to fall from my eyes. If the shit really were to hit the fan for all of us, through war or economic hard times, would he and others like him ever be possessed by the Blitz spirit and be in it altogether with the rest of us?

Or would they riot, loot and pillage? Would they escape to where they came from if the chips were down? (BTW, where would we be able to go?)

And if it ever came down to our children or theirs, whose would you pick?

 

P.S. This is not the only line of thinking this exchanged opened up for me.

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Statement of Intent (for my 50th year on this planet…)

I turned 49 a couple of weeks ago. In the lead-up to my birthday, I went through my normal, almost unconscious annual navel-gazing process which has varied little over the past few years.

I moped a bit. I compared my potential to my accomplishments (massive gap). I reviewed my friendships (few, far-between, and practically non-existent). I looked at what I am doing for work (I get paid very well for doing something I hate in a sector I loathe – with a 1.5 hour commute on both sides of the day). I looked at how much I was drinking (quite a bit). I looked at my weight (I could lose about 20 pounds). I looked at my intellectual and creative output (none in recent years).

In fact, the only significant accomplishment/activity I can point to in recent times is being the breadwinner for my family. Which is no mean feat, given my once complete lack of responsibility and discipline in my life up until I was 30.

I have been feeling a lot like an automaton lately and a change is required.

I decided to at least give my body a Jubilee Year: For the next year, rather than going full-on paleo (which I have done at various times with good results but hard to maintain), I’ve decided to make it a bit simpler: no alcohol, no bread, and no sweets. (I will make an exception on Christmas Day, though.)

I’ve already lost about 7 pounds.

I’m also going to try to get adequate sleep. That has been difficult, however, given my commuting schedule and the things I like to do as part of my morning routine before I leave. And it would be difficult to shift some of these things to the commute, as Wim Hof Method breathing, for instance, tends to annoy or alarm other people when practiced in their vicinity.

 

One thing I have been doing over the past couple of years is listening voraciously to podcasts. As a result of some of this influence, I have become extremely aware of the gaps in my education.

For instance, although I am aware of much of the work that is considered part of the Western canon, I haven’t read enough of it. So…

I shall begin embarking on the Great Books reading list.

 

Additionally, I suspect part of my current malaise is spiritual. I haven’t been back to church since a certain situation around sex education at my oldest child’s Church of England school several years ago.

Truth is, I think there is something rotten in Anglicanism. And one of the reasons I went for CofE rather than evangelical Protestantism is that I like the idea of a tradition. Unfortunately, the modern CofE does not. I thought I was joining the church of CS Lewis, but instead got the Church of What’s Happening Now, with a whole lot of evangelical Love Songs for Jesus thrown in.

So I considered the RCs. But then look at the current Pope. Need I say more?

That leaves Orthodoxy, which has always been fascinating to me. I like tradition, I like liturgy, I like all the incense (all the things I thought I would get with the CofE). Orthodoxy seems to be the only place those sorts of things are surviving.

So I’m going to check out some of the writings and apologetics for Orthodoxy. Not sure if I will go to a church, but I need something Christian in my life, even if it is just a return to daily Bible reading.

 

Which brings me around to a third thing that keeps popping up for me. I have always loved alternate histories and conspiracy literature. There is a lot of truth in them. But I’ve managed to keep a lot of that stuff in the background as I haven’t really had time to follow it up. (I used to practically live on alt.conspiracy on Usenet.)

One just has to look at the way Brexit has been handled by the Establishment to realise that there really are a few factions vying for control of us all, especially our minds. Whether it is conspiracy, or just the way power exerts itself, I don’t know.

This may seem rather bold (or crazy), but I am now convinced that what is being played out on the world stage is a battle amongst various Luciferian/Satanist factions, and a battle between these factions and normal everyday people for control of our minds. Whether they are being driven by an active evil force or not, I am now convinced that the people at the top believe in it regardless of whether or not we do.

Yep, I suppose that sounds kind of crazy. But we are moving toward dystopia (we are already there). And the people at the top want it that way.

So, alongside my study of Western Civ and Orthodox Christianity, I shall be looking into the conspiracy/alternative history literature. And shall be seeking to free my mind a bit.

 

So amongst all this, I think I shall be writing a bit more, and who knows…I’ve been wanting to start up a podcast: maybe I’ll find a way to combine these various things into one long mad rant.

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Fuck All Y’All…

I am not a xenophobe. I can speak at least four other languages (Portuguese, Spanish, French, German) enough to get by after a week or two of immersion, and I can stretch to a fifth (Italian) after about two weeks. And I am learning another language right now (Russian, just for shits and giggles, and because it strikes me as a language just as complex and rich as English is).

I love other cultures. I can speak with many people with other cultures, using the pivot of a love of music with them. (In fact, some people are amazed when I tell them I have never lived in their countries, because, through music, I can speak to them about their own culture.)

I am no dummy, either. My IQ is three standard deviations from the norm (to the right, of course). Which means in a room full of 200 people, I am probably the most intelligent. I don’t need a newspaper or a politician telling me I’m clever for agreeing with them.

I grew up as an American. My accent is American, Southern, as well. I served six years in the US Navy. But this is the place I have chosen to make my home. And as a result of an ill-thought out law brought in by Obama (FATCA), I renounced my legal relationship with the USA in a divorce. England is my home.

This is where I live. My two children are English. I can hear it in the way they speak and in the things they are interested in.

And despite rumours to the contrary, we do have a unique culture with its own folkways here. And its own way of relating to the rest of the world.

But the mere fact of a European Union seeks to eliminate that. It seeks a bland, uniform compliance with some undefined, grey, world culture. It seeks to eliminate all that is English to make it European.

No doubt, English culture is a European culture, but it is one among many. But for me, it is primum inter pares. Had I ended up somewhere else, such as Sweden (which was wholly possible at a certain point in my life), I would have felt the same.

Because (to borrow from South Park): If you can’t root for the home team, then you should get the fuck out of the stadium.

We are undergoing an onslaught from those who would want to make all of us the same. Make us little Epsilons in their push for global hegemony.

I say (in my most redneck Southern accent): Fuck all y’all!

This is where I live and this is where I will die. For my culture and for my people and for my children. Because this is my land. And, like a lot of other people living here (especially those who don’t speak RP), I have nowhere else to go.

So FUCK ALL Y’ALL.

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Jordanetics by Vox Day

When I first encountered Jordan Peterson, I believed I had found someone who was able to pick up Joseph Campbell’s baton and turn some of the stories Campbell unearthed/highlighted in his studies into applicable advice.

I applauded his bloody-mindedness in opposing Canada’s bill C-60, mistaking it for a general resistance to our current SJW-tinged politically correct atmosphere in the Anglophone world.

I followed his doings and watched/listened to a lot of his lectures. Some of them had some real nuggets of truth in them, but then some quite didn’t hit the mark on my own understanding of things – such as his Bible lecture series.

I bought 12 Rules for Life and lapped it up, but still something wasn’t quite right, something I couldn’t put my finger on. But most of the advice, on its surface, was fairly pedestrian, and would appear to be a good starting point for those who might be truly lost.

(I must admit, his rule about petting cats just didn’t strike me as being altogether wise and might belie some hidden psychosis in the man. Okay, I am biased against cats, but, then there was the bit about taking pills, and inviting a crazy person to live with his young family, and then, and then…)

I had bought and was poised to read Maps of Meaning when I accidentally came across Vox Day’s critiques of JBP.

I had already read SJWs Always Lie and SJWs Always Double Down, but was unaware that Vox Day maintained a long-running blog. And in his blog, he pointed to Peterson’s involvement with Agenda 21-style UN work.

I followed the links and, yes, it was true. Which immediately got my spidey sense tingling.

And Vox Day has managed to point out what it was that wasn’t quite right.

As someone who had dabbled in the occult in my misspent youth, I was very familiar with some of the teachings of Alistair Crowley, and Vox Day has managed to point to the Crowleyan/Blavatskyist subtext of some of the 12 Rules. Once that filter was placed upon Peterson’s work, it became very clear to me that underneath the unassuming prairie golly-gee-whizness of Peterson’s delivery, there possibly lurks something darker.

Read the book for the details. Well worth it.

My only critique is the prodigious use of comments from JBP’s fanboys and ex-fanboys, but Vox Day defends this decision well in one of his recent blog posts.

I never did get around to reading Maps of Meaning.

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Brexit means…

You get to realise that someone you looked up to as a friend for the past 20+ years is a complete and utter dick.

There is someone whom I have considered one of the few people in my life that I could count on as a friend. We met when I was stationed in Portugal, and we shared a love of music, wine, and good, intelligent conversation.

He was always a lefty, but someone who (I thought) could accept that good people can disagree on things – even very important things.

He is the only person in my life that I would (have) spontaneously hop on a plane to be at his 50th birthday party at the behest of his missus, as she knew how much it would mean to him to see me (and vice versa).

We have mainly kept in touch via Facebook over the years.

And the content of his Facebook postings of the past couple of years is one of the (many) reasons I’ve decided to stop using Facebook. He went full anti-Brexit and full Trump Derangement Syndrome. And I didn’t want to come to dislike him.

As it came to pass, my wife – who still uses Facebook – came across some rather…erm…robust conversation regarding Brexit on his timeline. Particularly a bunch of emoting from a Brazilian woman who has lived here for 20 years and works at an NHS hospital.

The Brazilian woman said she would be meeting up with other non-UK nationals and working on ‘resistance’ to Brexit. She was also quite robust in calling all Brexit voters xenophobes and racists and moaning about how she wouldn’t have a say in a ‘People’s Vote’.

My wife asked a couple of pointed questions (summarised):

  1. If you’ve been here for 20 years, why didn’t you get a passport?
  2. What do you mean by ‘resistance’? Do you mean to do violence?

She also pointed out that the optics of foreigners advocating for overturning a democratic decision in a country where they didn’t have citizenship didn’t look so good, and might elicit the sort of ‘racist/xenophobic’ reaction they say they are afraid of.

Rather than get a direct answer to either of those two questions above, she was subject to a lot of vitriol and impugning of her motives.

No worries, she defends herself fine enough.

But what has really pissed me off is the way in which one of my best friends in the world joined in on the pile-on by twisting everything my wife wrote in a really manipulative way.

It has confirmed to me that he has gone full retard, and doesn’t even consider the amount of respect she had (via me) for him.

I am really disappointed. Someone I love has drunk the SJW Kool-Aid, and now, I don’t think I have a friend in the world.

The mass hypnosis is well underway. Whatever happens over the coming few years is not going to be pretty.

Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household. Matthew 10:34-36

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