After England

"Socialism" is being forced to be responsible for the irresponsibility of other people"- James Chanel - The Invisible Hand of Good

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Nobody will read this. Fortunately. And fewer and fewer will still understand what they read. Those that do, accidentally downloading a page thinking it was about something else, more palatable, will skip onto something easier, fluffier. Posts and musings by 50 year old teenagers about “Silicon Valley breasts”, and AI- enhanced Celeb gossip. That is The Age in which we live. Where reality can never live up to the Great Expectations of the reality it augments. A Golden Age of tarnished gold.

Not so far from where I sit, about 10 feet under an estate of drab, distinctly not neo-classical bungalows, lie the foundations of a Roman villa. Hypocaust, mosaic dining rooms, pillared hall and all. About 200 AD its owners could have ordered olives from Greek Macedonia, wine from Southern France. It was a mere two millennia, give or take a century, before that Greek adventurer-merchant, Mr. Bezos, painted a sign over a garage that read “Amazon”, so that the bungalow dwellers in their hovels could do so again.

It’s a better way of describing what is happening to your society, without the polemics. An image of a Roman fully tiled wet-room. That “Civilisation” is no guarantee that civilisation will continue progressing. Or even continue at all.

The hot-steam baths the Romano-British family enjoyed did not return to the Barbarian lands, “above the olive line” as the Classical world thought of it, until a mere 1,900 years later; when a topped-hatted Victorian entrepreneur installed a Temperance Bath on the seafront. “Tuppence for cold seawater” to cleanse the nether regions, four-pence for warm.

Some of us argue Civilisation has yet to recover to the “red for Roman” on the shower-dial. It’s something of a running joke among power-shower Australians, who laugh at the swarthy tattooed Britons, who still have yet to introduce anything more than a tepid drizzle disguised as a “Hot shower”.

Today’s self-respecting Eco E-Fascist and Totalitarian Carbon Neutral obsessives, are not content to hurtle us peasants all the way back to the Dark Ages. If only they would go the whole hog, and transport us to the Roman age. Then it might suddenly dawn on them how congenitally stupid they have become. In-bred naivety.

While Government squeezes the taxpayer sponge for more taxes to preserve its power. To fund The Distractions of “Bread and Circuses”; football and Reality TV, which has little to do with any reality. Creating more non-jobs to “co-ordinate” and invent more “Diversity and Inclusion” programmes for the public sector to have nothing to do. Then we can all go home at 4, to buy more crap we don’t need. All for Mr. Bezos to deliver our lives to us in his van by Super Next Day Delivery. Nothing is new. Not even the new.

The Saxon “hordes” who invaded, or rather did not invade anything, so much as inherited the damp islands from other toga-wearing Saxons. They did not see the point of a stuccoed “Forum” or legal system of Roman Law for the new Romans they had become. At the villa I saw how the new arrivals, the “Pagans Germanics”, drove tree-posts right through the mosaic floors, depicting Neptune’s victory over The Sirens, to build a barn to winter their herds of Pagan Germanic swine.

Was it literally necessity over the past, over Art. Or had they forgotten the value of the Classical Golden Mean. As our own age’s, mean brutalist Architecture and degenerate modernist Art, will tell the future of our own slide. Into decadent ruin, 10ft under a crappy Sixties breeze-block bungalow. We have still to regain Roman civilisation even as we self-sabotage, immolate our own.

And that is the point. We do not value The Past. And even when we do, cannot now understand it. As “History” has not been taught in schools or universities for several generations now, we are slowly- forgetting. Instead, Ideology is being indoctrinated. Every skill and subject rebranded to fit Social and “Critical Race Theory”. A nation on CRT I fear, will not last long enough to make its own History. Certainly not for the illiterates of the future to be unable to read.

As increasingly many are told not see the point of preserving individual freedom, or “Representative Democracy”. So long as The Planet is Saved. Saved from what exactly? There’s no point in reaching some Net-Zero nirvana if you’re not allowed to go outside to breath the CO2 purged air for more than two hours a week. You’ve become a slave- with purified air.

There is nothing wrong in “celebrating”, as the Wokies say, the superiority of white, Caucasian culture and achievement. Any more than revealing the technological advancement of “West African Metallurgy” in 1600, as some taxpayers are no doubt currently sponsoring an exhibition of the same name, someplace.

History- which is really hindsight with benefits- will reveal that, despite the If’s and the But’s, the greatest benefit to the greatest number was arguably achieved by British Colonial Imperialism before 1945.

The zenith of Progressive, Christian governance and administration, which no woke sociology lecturer from Nottingham Trent “Poly-versity”, or Afro-American Professor from Harvard can deny. Contrast with the squalid, endemic corruption of so-called “Independence”. Malnutrition in today’s Rhodesia, once the Colonial “bread basket” for a European administrated Africa, even when rebranded “Zimbabwe”, is still malnutrition. And wonder if there is no regret in the sunken eyes of a citizen of the “Republic of Zimbabwe”, rather than a subject of His Imperial Majesty.

The only “power” that Government has over you, is the power you give it.

The inconvenient truth that most “average” people, in most former colonies would actually now be better off, better governed, and safer walking home at night, had they remained un-independent. Instead of corrupted and exploited by their own tribe of “Black freedom-fighters”. Not quite the beloved “decolonisation” fantasy, wet-dream of BBC journalists and Sociology Assistant Lecturers.

Chiefs turned “Elected” leaders they didn’t vote for. And oft with lucrative kick-backs from their PRC neo-colonial masters- the new Mandarins. But since when did mere Reality get in the way of a good BBC-media, anti-British sob story.

Nothing im-morally, “racist” or even racialist, with the possibility it might be fact. Except to deny that desire for superiority, control is to be human. Except that white, indigenous Europe now preserves and protects every ethnicity and “Community”, except its own.

They will have to let go of their dreams. And prejudices. The Woke Confirmation Bias against anything that- isn’t. The pony-tailed progeny of the Summer of Love and their hyper-sensitive off-spring; weighted with Climate Catastrophes and Kultural “issues” that mean they can’t discuss, Anything.

A social system that believes that just because you happen to be of “The White Persuasion”, male and not homosexual; or even- just a little- bi-curious, means you are automatically, inherently “Racist”, isn’t far from the Historical dustbin. It is the opposite of Enlightenment, whatever that is.

“If you really don’t like it, Rock The Kasbah”.

Without it, the sabre-tooth tigers and The Other Tribe will return. To scalp and chain, and trade and rape, and interbreed us, out of our genetic existence. We don’t need a World Government, Great Replacement or Reset- though that is surely the Plan. We are doing it to ourselves out of sheer, lazy stupidity.

“Imperialism”, Capitalism itself is Genetics. Deoxyribonucleic Acid- DNA- wants to survive at any cost. It is ruthless because it is Amoral. And we have become flabby, out-of-breath Liberals. But enough of “Cull-vid”.

Parasitic DNA makes us mad. Literally. It is in the wanderlust to explore. To murder and to breed. To Love and Hate. To idea our way out of dead-end problems. Sometimes as now, DNA even destroying its’ host. It, not you, will survive. Whether you like it or not. “Appendable ape-thumb” or not.

You, and your wife, and your children’s children are simply a walking-talking test tube. An experiment in probability. A Petri dish for its incubation, replication- and immortality, as it travels, blown like tumbleweed through space. Perhaps in interstellar time, to some other slowly revolving blue planet it finds, accidentally on purpose. DNA is God. But “God” perhaps is not DNA.

Armageddon-out-a-here.

I am quite “sanguine”. Relaxed in mod-speech, about the Decline and Free-fall, the slow-motion crash-and-burn of all I, and you know. Certainly all that grandchildren yet to be born, will not know. They will be Government Pets. Fed, microchipped and watered in their hutch-apartments The State will so caringly provides.

Trouble is, they have made it so expensive, tax-disincentive, socially difficult for white, Caucasian families to breed. Especially with thin-walls in gerbil-like apartments shared with the bank of Mom and Pa. So there will be ever fewer grandchildren around, to not remember how that place called “Europe” once was, when it was Europe…

Europe has Balkanized itself. I am reminded of it leaving on the last train from the Afro-Albanian province formerly known as “Londonistan”, formerly called London. Bound for England. Or what remains of that day. Heading ever further West and North, for what is still, thank God if there is one, an enclave, a predominately dominant white, Anglo-Saxon ghetto. Called “The Cotswolds”. Or “on the edge of Guildford”.

Many feel a stranger, unsafe, unwelcome even in their own capital city. That is a problem. How long before the alien-nation spreads to the very nation in which you don’t want, cannot, live.

The British State broadcaster the BBC - the Super-spreader of Woke

“Identity is strength. As whoever gets to the local Territorial Army or police station HQ, armoury first will discover when the time comes. As sadly, it must, it will. Breaking the chains and padlocks, some with tears in their eyes. This is where Britain, Democracy will end- or perhaps begin. “Race”, like War, is The Experiment of our master DNA. A river finding its inevitable way to the sea”.

Why isn’t it “allowed”, socially acceptable to be, or not to be, English and Proud. In Wokefied, multiculti adverts from which being “too male, too pale”, you are air-brushed. Simply for not being a person of non-colour. For the socio-crime, the accident of having the “wrong” skin pigmentation for the photoshoot, as I heard one model- booker put it recently, as tactfully, Soto voce, as she could. The wrong approved shade of “Melatonin White”. Be Brilliant White and paint the town, err… a whiter shade of pale….

“Young, Gifted and White”, as they don’t play ad nauseum in Tesco. Proud. Every other “minority” is encouraged, given taxpayer subsidies to be Proud. The “white indigenous” are now only 36.75% and falling rapidly, in the 32 “Rotten” Greater London Boroughs’ population. A stat. we were assured since 1968 would never come to pass.

A lie repeated often enough becomes truth, they say. Proved when Blair opened the UK stockade gates to everyone and anyone. Parts of “White Van England”, islands in an ethnic sea of God knows what, should by its own Racial laws get lucrative, state-protected “Minority Status”. It cannot even apply.

White Flight.

“The Battle of Britain Memorial Flight” was denied- public-funded- Lottery grant money for being “Too White, British”. They may as well said Too Male- or “Too German” for all the sense that doesn’t make. We will remember them, Mr. Mandelson. We will not Forget.

It means increasingly that “Never in the field of human stupidity, have The Woke Few decided so much for Common Sense many”.

The Indigenous are slowly seceding from the seceding Dis-United Kingdom. And a Woke painfully on-message monarchy that regurgitates the anti-white propaganda, only hastens that inevitable dis-unification, North and South of the invisible ethnic border. The end cannot be far now. Are we there yet Rishi?

The tooth-sucking, Lib-Left dominated “representative” discission panels, represent Jack. The BBC victim documentary after documentary about “Immigrants”, but never the white working class boys, the least likely to succeed at school versus “disadvantaged victim Girls”. And the least likely “minority” to go on to college. All but ignored in upstairs bedrooms from Woking to Rotherham, as if some embarrassing spotty secret.

The Europeans more widely don’t like to admit they made a Civilisational fatal mistake with open borders and Schengen. The boys will be the “lone-wolves” the media love to paint. But they are the sweaty fore-headed symptoms of a much worse future disease. Soldering tin cans to batteries, if they are systematically silenced any longer. All the time, as we talk the talk, a parallel legal system- and society- is being revealed. Even as the scaffolding goes up around it.

White lives it seems matter, but not as much. All races are equal, but some- non-white- are now more equal than others. Or so we are kulturally mind-cleansed to believe. And pay white taxes for the dubious privilege- to be erased, school whiteboard by white board.

“The White Counties” will become, if not already, an ethnically profiled “sub-region” of Open Door UK. However consensual, touchy-feely and liberal you might or might not be, what is happening now is simply unsustainable - economically and or culturally. It’s the “And”, “Or” bit that should ring alarm bells. But any Government, as barely 23% of voters ever vote for it, does not want to listen. They will promise, but not alter the course of Titanic UK. Whether you agree or agree to disagree, won’t be the issue. Not when the time comes for each and every person- to decide.

“Get Up, Stand Up for your Rights”. As Sir Bob sang.

Multicultural, fluffy, woke Britain is fine for multicultural, fluffy woke Britons. But what of those of who were never asked if we wanted to be “Multicultural”, Multi-ethnic, Multifaith, Pink marshmallow Rainbow Multis?

Whether you believe World Government has a deliberate, crypto-policy. Swamping nation states in order to dilute and destabilise their societies. Then, once the trap is sprung, takeover from within as an unelected, Trojan technocratic horse. “A New Order- The Sequel”. Perhaps “Prequel” might be more accurate, as you and your family will discover. Regrettably, just too late.

All the time Big Gov Bruvver reassuring you through the 96% of media it controls, that it’s alright sheeple, get back in your pens and do as you’re told. You’ll find life so much easier that way. Don’t forget, I’m only tying you tighter in order to Save the Planet…

Until it’s time for the lorry to the abattoir. Beat and whine to the top of your sheepish voice, it won’t change your electro-stunned or throat-slit Halal fate. It was already too late before you were born. Before your parents decided to stop taking The Pill in 1975, or whenever or however it was, it was that you came to be born in England, but not permitted to be English.

I’ve been bleating all my rather pointless life. Among others. My “walkie-talkies” with “Yesterday’s Men”- Keith Joseph, sculptor of Thatcherism. A “busy-busy man”, we conducted interviews on the No.11 bus, Chelsea to LSE.

“Mrs. Thatcher. At least her economics was in the right place”- James Chanel Yesterday’s Men

(Lord) Conrad Russell, philosopher Bertrand’s son, and great nephew of not one but “a brace” of Victorian Prime Ministers. A living “portal” into History- via his father, the 3rd Earl, born in 1872 and dying in 1970 aged 97, remembered Oscar Wilde and his “Café Royal set”.

His Lordship Conrad never liked plopping out his title, except to impress “American wives” at Harvard soirées. Or as he admitted, “get a free upgrade at BA check-in”. Keeping it zipped I suspect only added to the spotted allure of the ermine. Even if it was by then a little moth-eaten. Last but not least, “Conversations” with the statesman Enoch Powell- “The Reluctant Controversialist”. “Mr. P.” in my diary in case it was ever snooped.

Had "Mr. P.” been PM, we would arguably not be having these circular “Migration-EU-Brexit” arguments today. Not in this insoluble way. A simple Australian point-based migration system, a la Oz. And Independence from the EU State. But the elites thought otherwise, as elites always do, and ostracised “Strange Mr. Powell”.

“All political careers end in failure”, Powell famously wrote. The second sentence of his life, he will likely be remembered for.

“All except Mr. Powell”, I told him when last we met: him in his wheelchair, accompanied by “Nursey”.

Leaving it to others, ennobled traitor-fools like Heath, to light the blue-touch paper and retire ten paces, to write their fallacious memoirs of the same events. At least “Guido Fawkes”- whom I would have loved to interview- was honest in his treachery:

“I meant to blow ye all back to Scotland”. He didn’t fail, he was just three hundred years too early.

Heath did for Great Britain what Hitler and the Luftwaffe failed. By signing to join the “EC” illegally, unconstitutionally, in 1973. Only two years later, deigning to ask the British populace (remember them?) in a rigged Referendum, if they minded. But who cares about a “Constitutional”, the elite Parliamentarians and their first cousins in the Lords bleated? Not if it’s not written down anyway?. That was all the more reason to care.

Ni oubli, ni pardon.

Never Forgive. Never Forget. The White disenfranchised I actually bother to talk with, not to, might have forgotten who “Heath” was, if they ever knew, but they suffer from his unforgiving naiveté, as he would have said in his plummy French. It lives on. Immortal stupidity, like his mirror Blair’s, patrician arrogance.

We joked that in former times he- Powell- would have been “transported”, lucky man. But the Aussies bless them, wouldn’t let him in now. Not being “black” or “ethnic” enough. Or a potential terrorist or drug smuggler. Better still, an Islamic hate preacher. In which case, Woke Oz will give you a free flat on the third floor, with an uninterrupted view of the Sydney Opera House. And there you’d plan, whilst tagged, remembering to ban “Western Imperialist opera”, and men in tights, as soon as you got Real Power. Which you will. It is as inevitable as politicians kicking that can, down the street. It is the momentum of the imbecilic.

“Collective Madness”, like The Con-vid Hysteria, isn’t exclusively an English Disease. They just invented and exported it like IPA beer. Sorry to say, the multicultural Fairy Tale of “The Big White Melting Pot” is not going to have a happy ending kidz. Pale skinned middle-class public school boyz, Rap your Rizz hearts out, pretending to be “street and black”, to that…

“Expert” anthro-apologists say that a 1-5% migrant “import” is a “net-beneficial optimum” for most societies. Whatever that means. “A base-line”, above which Integration, dis-integrates. You don’t say. The Experts have obviously not been by bus recently. Trouble is, most people don’t live in the same “most societies” experts do. Not in back-street “Bruxelles”, or Birminghamstan. Or soon on a street where you live, where the in-comer/indigenous percentage is dangerously reversed- 96% .

However it ends, it will not end in mythical “assimilation”. That’s All Folks… But who will be “assimilating” whom, is the real question. The “Experts” are not so keen to answer that question. No juicy BBQ spare rib of state Uni grants to gnaw on. No invite onto Newsnight, to deliver your well-rehearsed lines about the multicultural, rainbow monoculture. Treasury minsters meanwhile claiming they have nothing “down the back of the sofa” for schoolbooks, while miraculously finding £2.3 billion a year to waste on hotel rooms with spa facilities for Illegals. If they wanted to do it, they would, could and should.

As it is, it will take their less-than-useless Home Office 247 years just to clear the backlog of pending cases. By which time there will be no “Home”. So they will fudge and smudge the stats and declare an “Amnesty” without declaring an Amnesty. I know these people, they couldn’t administer running a proverbial bath.

Game over UK plc. And, sorry to tell you what they won’t tell you, without sensationalising- Western Christendom. The End. And all without a shot being fired, or a tank rolling across a border. That’s for dessert…

On our first meeting, he autographed a copy of The Decline and Fall of the Great Powers, appropriately enough, which I happened to have in my hand, by another author. Telling me he was like the Roman playwright Terrence who apparently charged for scratching his name on a bit of clay or papyrus scroll.

The real problem is the understanding, the ability to understand has gone. A flame, snuffed out, sometime in the late Sixties by dumbing down- society itself. As ever, part planned, part incompetence.

Either way, the book will not survive. Not while people only read up to a level prescribed by state managed education. Rather- mis-managed which is the what the State is good at. In fact, the only thing the state is good at and has indeed perfected the “cock-up” to a fine art. That, and declaring “Wars on Terror” that aren’t wars, and not finding WMDs.

As an aside, the real “Weapon of Mass Destruction” it turned out, had two legs and a bad haircut, a Useful Fool’s Fool- Tony Blair. Part-time lapsed Catholic, full-time megalomaniac. If only it had been the other way round. But Politics, as you may have noticed by now, never is the other way round. Which ironically is probably why God invented it and boy, we need it.

The Gordian Knot of Woke only gets tighter the more society tries to “Integrate”, “Assimilate”. Liberalise.

The USA, Europe, is dying of contagious self-doubt- not phantom epidemics. Of wanting convenience. Woke is the slow-motion eradication of white, European Western life as we knew it. Robbing the young of the very confidence it needs- in itself.

We are asked, what is Woke? How can you generalise?

Woke is, ever so gently, garrotting the politically-correct neck of the West. Politely. Caressing. But squeezing tighter, tighter, though regulation and ostracism. Somewhere between 1965 and 1975 we passed, unnoticed, not Peak Oil by which we were cleverly distracted: but Peak Humanity. And sometime, I guess “Peak England”.

The very idea of capital P, “Progress”. A “society of individuals” with no grating contradiction in such a notion. Free speech and yet Privacy. Truly “free markets” yet protection from exploitation. Freedom while defending the right of others, even to their foolish, misguided opinions.

“WOKE” does not allow contradictions. That is I think, its essence. If that is “evil”, then evil it is. As one of its’ hand-maidens Google has now carefully erased its former Mission Statement: Don’t Be Evil. As with any occult, they display what they are, hidden in plain sight.

The inalienable dignity of having inalienable rights. No man can remove any more than fingerprints. But even the Techies are changing that. Woke before it was Woke, reversed the spin of the world. From such heights, we are now free-falling. Ground-rush was Cull-vid. The next, Digital Currency. Then the fingerprints of human identity itself.

The Clash

I clash with The English Spartans, perhaps because I am at heart an Athenian. More correctly Greek Macedonian. My Greek grandparents forced to leave Thessaloniki, then Constantinople, for America. “Give me your Poor” as inscribed on the Statue of Liberty. And they should have added- your Reluctant.

Now in the topsy-turvy world that is the Welfare State we’re trapped in, only The Feckless, the Great Irresponsible, with three children by two fathers, can afford to watch afternoon TV on a new 75 inch plasma you can’t afford. Or buy Tesco Finest moussaka without having to wait for Final Reductions.

Thirty odd years ago- and some of them very odd indeed- I was asked by a publisher to write the blurb for R.C. Mowatt’s “Decline and Fall of the West”.

Why do authors of such tomes insist on two initials? It was regarded as something akin to Terry Pratchett Sci-fi at the time. Now it reads like an aide memoire of England, when it was England. The past, that cliché “foreign country”, of villages and over-boiled greens. Britons playing games, like cricket, which even the players don’t understand the rules. A bit like their politics. Re-reading, it seems now less like science-fiction and more like today’s tarnished reality. An evermore fictional reality.

There is always a price for telling the truths. Plural. People prefer one a time. Reality simplified. As Nazism proved, and Carbon Fascism will prove again, The Sheeple like things to go on as they are. However despotic. More for fear of finding “something worse”, as today Belloc would no doubt say.

The leader of the Society of Friends in 17th Century Puritan England, I remember from school text books that would now be verboten, forbidden by the Educational Woke Police, had his tongue nailed to a plank for sedition. Lord knows what part of one’s anatomy the Control-freaks of Extinction Rebellion would nail, and to what, once you confessed to the coming Inquisition of the “Green Witch-hunt”, that you dare not believe in all that they believe. In some ways, we are living through a Net-Zero Puritan “Interregnum” now. History as ever caught between one age and another. Think Man, Urinal, Zip…

I think they really rather like their itchy, horse-hair shirts, the Zero Carbon Brigade. Enoch Powell said he felt “Like the Roman”, watching the Tiber “foam with much blood”, as Great Britain and the West it largely saved from itself, engage in an appropriately- bacchanalian- orgy of self-destruction, migrations and self-sabotaging industrial declines.

Oddly, “Self-doubt” in the white, indigenous population, is as important as “schools funding”, or mere “more money”, the politicians one-pill stop panacea, to manage the decline. Snatching Defeat from the jaws of Victory, as the British do best. I’m oddly reassured that you haven’t read this, or this far. I must be doing something Right, even if the government never does.

There is so much, so much more that could be said. To warn. But I’m not sure now, The West, the coming generations, unlike their forbears will be as worthy of saving.

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