Strangers on a Train

Sorry Britain - But with The Wokies in charge- you're toast. Gluten-free, organic toast. Notes from Free State America.

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You know that when a politician begins “Let’s be clear”- that’s The Lie coming up.

By ignoring voters who didn’t vote our OCD- On-the-Spectrum “Keir Stalin”, is simultaneously writing his nation’s (and fortunately his own) political obituary.

Give him 10 months. Max.

Attention This Society is Reversing…

The irony of ironies is that in a world saturated with bleeps and electronic warnings, allergy-advice and “Guidelines” that suddenly become "Law”, Britain has never been more law-less. More 24/7 surveillance than the PRC, yet we don’t know our neighbour’s name. The individual Westerner digital peasant has never felt more unsafe for being over-governed in their country. Or what was their country.

It is the randomness that has killed the idea of England. The glance, looking the wrong way at the wrong time. Reality is clashing with the Wonderfool World of Woke. Even as the knife plunges, shaft-deep into the diaphragm, you chant the Woke mantra “Celebrate Diversity”…

The “Self-Colonisation” of The West

After the last conquest of these damp, rocky isles on the way to France, a deposed Romano-British King wrote after Boudica’s Rebellion, that the Romans had “Made a wasteland and called it “Peace”.

Poignant words, two millennia ago, that sum up the impossible to square circle that is multicultural, multi-ethnic, multi-religious Rainbow UK.

Since the forced migrations of the 1950’s onwards, without consent, consultation or referendum, a parallel society has been superimposed over the indigenous British population. Now in ethnically cleansed, Balkanized Britain, every town, every street, even the migrants who have moved in next door, are each a potential Kosovo.

No one told you, you are being replaced.

And then they spun The Myths. To cover-up the catastrophic Error of Caracalla, the benighted Roman Emperor who, in 212AD did much the same as our hapless leaders. Opening the borders to universal Roman citizenship which accelerated its’ Decline and Fall, more than poor harvests, “climate change”, or any other convenient excuse for the collective insanity of the elites.

Regurgitating, the Myth. “We’re All Migrants”. Inconveniently, DNA-marker evidence reveals more and more, how genetically untrue this is.

Similarly, Myth No. 2. “Imperialism” was wholly “evil”. History will tell its own, a very different history. But since when has the mere Truth got in the way of T-shirt slogan. Or scribbled on piece of cardboard, torn and misspelt by a spoilt Uni-brat, whose KC barrister parents live in a converted farmhouse in East Sussex. By those “experts” who know nothing very much about nothing, let alone the “Empire” of which they are morally disgusted, while enjoying its benefits down the generations.

Any more than they can know the white working-class mother, queuing in the drizzle for the one job at ASDA- behind a queue of migrants.

Strangers on a Train.

On a recent train trip in Europe, I sat down at a table- the only one- and accidentally knocked the sandalled foot of the bearded, chemise-wearing man opposite.

Oh- “Sorry”, I say.

He looks back blankly. Then repeats, very slowly, with a look somewhere between sarcasm and disdain, as if in a mirror, “So-rr-y”…

It may have been my imagining, but I don’t think so. I know that look. As a white, male over 50 prejudices, subtle, sometimes not so, is now every day. It is sometimes a human instinct to detect silent, simmering anger. When you look up and realise, he has been staring at you. Watching. Sometimes you can tell the unthinkable someone is thinking. It has made living in England, no longer “living”, but avoiding.

I’ve seen The Look- in a Geneva shop with a Pakistani Christan fellow delegate, the Swiss woman barely disguising her scowl, I noticed when his head was turned away. I caught her eye.

In another context my fellow traveller might have reacted, very differently. When there is a sharia UK police, as there surely will be, and sooner than you can imagine possible. As areas of Britain reach a saturation point of 70% migrant “heritage”, to use the Woke-approved jargon, as many areas already are. A very different reaction in a very different England.

Western nations might have weathered a 5% influx. But it is you who are being “integrated”, not the incomer, however many generations pass.

And as Europe transitions into an Emirate of a wider Caliphate, that context will become every day. I shall be long gone, fortunately. But it is something your children’s’ children will have to, what’s the Woke euphemism- “Negotiate”.

Your governments don’t want you to notice they have no intention, never have had, of controlling “immigration”. It is World Government policy to dilute indigenous peoples and thereby erase the “nation state”. The hillfort “stockade” of culture and of law that defines and protected the natives from the Legion to today’s dangerous fools like Starmer and The Miliband Brothers.

White men experience a sort of “Meta-Prejudice”. Interviews where you can tell the token Feminista on the panel has already awarded you Nil Points. Of course, it reflects both ways. Thus, do civilisations erode rather than collapse in a mushroom cloud of fires and looting, as statues of the Gods are thrown into the Tiber, “foaming with much blood”, as Enoch Powell reminded me on one of our Chelsea walks.

Social Eugenics- Advertising is attempting to rewire our human instinct. To enforce “multiculturalism”, with multiethnic families sharing the muesli and forgetting their history, and thus which nation they live in. The survival of the weakest, the de-cultured and socially degenerate, is incubated by government and paid for by little old you.

For my white, face, male, of a certain age represented all that was “wrong”. Disdained. As “Boomers” and “Gammons” and in the US, “Southern Man” is denigrated and resented. Starting with the mind-melt of a class of malleable 5-year-olds, indoctrinated into a homogenised Eurabian society. Growing up to despise their own culture, ethnicity and history. Perhaps because there is no other group left to soak up all that left-over, statue-toppling frustration of the liberal, Socialist, Wokie-scorned.

It is themselves- their hypocrisy they despise and refuse to compromise. As reality, and economics and unemployment statistics abuts the cosy, post-war consensus and the myths. It is Caliban’s anger at seeing his own reflection.

So, my “Mohammedan friend” or perhaps my enemy’s friend and I, were on the same train: but headed for totally different Englands. Both destinations, I fear, terminal.

Great Britain, Europe, condemned to perpetual social turmoil. Schisms, cutting economically horizontally and ethnically vertically, as it is assimilated into the EU bloc of Euro “Sultanates”. Much easier for World Government to then offer “stability” and assimilate what was “The West” into its readymade matrix- a Techo-Caliphate.

It is you, not they, are being “integrated”. You forgot, or rather erased, your own history. Forgot to remember, The Ottomans had reached the gates of Vienna as historically recently as 1683. That without the Hungarians and Othpodox Greeks, most “Europeans” would today speak a hybrid form of Turkic-Arabic. Perhaps history was simply postponed. Within a generation, perhaps 40 years, Germany will resemble Syria more than Syria resembles Syria. As your grandchildren will likely have to memorise, madrassa-like passages of the Koran.

Another day another stabbing. In Lawless UK, Lessons we are assured are always “being learnt”. But why not avoid the self-fulfilling mistakes in the first place? The Eliterati forgot, fatally, Britian exists beyond the M25.

For in a sense, “Pot-holed Britain” is a metaphor for decline. You choose to waste "£2.2 billions of taxpayers’ money on- not- controlling migration instead of training the unemployed and semi-illiterate natives.

A crowd of “Asian youths”, as the BBC euphemistically described “Non-Far Right” rioters in Bolton, who told the police meekly trying to “liaise” with those who did not want, or even need to liaise, “We don’t need you, man”.

So “Carry On Government”, the British comedy franchise, importing TB and gang-crime and ideology via your revolving door borders.

The sound of England is of tooth enamel being ground down over a million bowls of Cornflakes in a million homes. At the chimes of Big Ben, when the Six o’clock News fails to tell us, again, the real Six o’clock News.

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